#icemav fic

[enthyrea]

Stepping up on his toes, Maverick throws the fabric around the back of Ice’s neck, wrapping it snugly around and making sure the ends are even on both sides of Ice’s chest. Mav’s hands are so warm it makes him dizzy. To make matters worse, he then shucks off his bomber jacket, throwing it over Ice’s shoulders and bringing it close to his chest. The inside of the jacket is toasty, and it smells like Mav.  “Are you sure?” Is all Ice can say. Mav smiles up at him, the snow decorating his dark hair like glitter. “Of course. It looks good on you anyways.”

icemav piece for my fic: face on a lover with a fire in his heart

check it out :}

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[imawkwardlysoc]

"Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's end, nought could remove, Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend" - Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

(I picture Ice as Juliet and Mav as Romeo)

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[icezansky]

a fic by Icezansky

chapter 1/?

rating: Explicit

summary: Nonsensically, as the Admiral steps up to the podium, the first thing that Maverick notices is that he’s wearing his wedding ring. The second thing he notices is that Tom’s looking at him, too. And, of course, he recognizes him. There’s a brief flash of panic in his gaze before he’s turning a wide, disarming smile on the group at large - his reaction to Maverick disappearing under a veneer of civility and professionalism in an instant.

A Sugar Daddy Iceman AU.

relationships: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Nick "Goose" Bradshaw & Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Sarah Kazansky & Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

tags: Sugar Daddy, Marriage of Convenience, Hook-Up, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Play, Making Out, Power Imbalance, Age Difference, Pete Mitchell fucks that old man, no bets we die like goose, Other Additional Tags to be Added

words: 9,286

#icezansky fic #top gun fic #tg fic #icemav #icemav fic #sugar daddy fic #shut off the lights

[cowboysandpilots]

Bradley draws a picture of him, Ice and Mav for Ice’s birthday, he is very detailed in his explanation for the drawing, Ice maybe cries a little because “that’s you and you’re angry at daddy cause he did something dumb”

(God, I love writing Icemav and baby goose so much. Thank you for this ❤️)

Even as a little kid, Bradley knows he has no money. He can't buy Ice a birthday cake with a fighter jet on it like Ice, and Mav do for him on his birthday, but Ice is always proud of his drawings. He always ruffles Bradley's curls and puts the drawing on the fridge.

Despite the effort on his babysitter's part, Bradley stays in his room all morning at his little desk, working on the perfect drawing for his Papa. Ice and Mav were both at work, and he knew exactly how much time he had before the party tonight. He wanted it to be really special, to give it to his papa before the party so no one else was around, just them, his family.

He's just putting the finishing touches on his perfect drawing when he hears his daddy and papa coming through the door, arguing about something. It's not the angry arguing like the previous day; it's the arguing that makes his daddy laugh, and his papa roll his eyes but still kiss each other. He rushes out of his room and jumps down the stairs to the door and right into Ice's open arms.

"Hi, Papa." He grins.

"Hi, Baby Goose. You have a good day?"

"Uh-huh. I made you something for your birthday." He stays grinning, holding the picture out. It wasn't completely just them; Slider was there too, but it was okay; Bradley loves his Uncle Sli.

"Lemme see then." Ice smiles, holding the picture and inspecting it.

Without any prompting, Bradley starts to launch into an explanation of the drawing. "'Member yesterday, when you were yelling at Daddy 'cause he did something dumb?"

"You shouldn't say dumb." Ice interrupts, "But yes, he was dumb." He adds, throwing a look at his husband.

"Well, that's you yelling at him, but he has these red hearts around his head cuz he still loves you even when you're mad at him." Bradley smiles, but when he flicks his eyes up back to Ice, he notes the tears in his eyes that aren't falling. "You don't like it?" He asks, immediately hurt.

"No, no. I love it, Bradley." Ice assures. "It's perfect, and I love you and Daddy more than anything in the whole wide world." He murmurs, pressing a kiss into the little boy's curls.

"It's a great drawing, buckaroo." Slider adds in, holding his arms out to take Bradley in his arms. "Your papa is just a big sap." He teases, causing Iceman to glare at his RIO. "Now, your daddy and papa need to put that masterpiece up on the fridge, and you and I need to wash our hands so we can have cake." He grins, carrying Bradley to the bathroom.

"For the record," Ice starts, after he puts the drawing up with one of Bradley's letter magnets. "I still love you even when you do something dumb."

"How could you not? Me being dumb is exactly what made you fall for me in the first place." Maverick smirks, pulling Ice in and catching him in a deep kiss full of promises to be carried out after little boys go to bed. "Happy Birthday, Loverboy" He smirks.

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[maverickimpossible]

Ice comes running into Mavericks room, breathing heavily, note in hand. He stumbles across Mav, two empty whiskey bottles scattered around him, one half full in his hand. Ice takes a second to take in the scene. He was shocked, he’d never seen his boyfriend like this. A couple drinks on the weekends to take the edge off, sure, but not bottles and bottles.

“What the fuck??” Ice says, raising his voice out of worry.

“How do you move on after one of the only important things in your life is gone? How do you just go back to being normal?” Mav whines, almost too drunk to speak.

“Maverick.” Ice moved in to sit next to him. “What’s this…” he looks around and notices two things, Goose’s dog tags and a picture of the two boys together. “Oh.” Maverick shoots a look up to Ice, his eyes full of venom, not for Ice but for the world.

It had been a few months since Goose died. A couple months after the last mission. Mav had been teaching at Top Gun for a few weeks. He couldn’t handle the pressure anymore, he left a note for Ice to find, a sort of goodbye. Ice had feared the worse, he feared it wasn’t a temporary goodbye. He dropped everything and rushed over.

“How is everyone just okay?” Mav takes a long sip of the bottle in his hand, staring off into space.

Ice feels a lump form in his throat, he looks up to stop the tears. Instead of trying to talk Maverick down, he gets up and starts to clean up. He picks up the two empty bottles and puts them in the trash. He kneels down next to Maverick and takes the bottle out of his hand, planting a kiss on his cheek. As he pulls away Maverick sees a tear roll down his cheek until it stops at his jaw and drips off his face.

Maverick pulls Iceman down into a hug, so Ice is forced to sit and put the whiskey bottle down. Ice hugs him back and whispers something into his ear. They stay there until Maverick falls asleep. Ice carefully picks him up and puts him in the bed, tucking him in and kissing him on the forehead.

Ice picks up Goose’s dog tags and the picture and places them on the nightstand. He grabs the bottle of whiskey and takes a swig of it before putting the cap back on it.

“I love you, Maverick.” he whispers. He turns out the lights and quietly closes the door.

He walks into the living room and sets the bottle of whiskey down on the coffee table. He finds a blanket and a couple of pillows and makes himself a bed on the couch, just in case Maverick needed him.

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[streetsweepershenanigans]

You know I love me some long established Icemav since '86 kind of thing, but I'm in the mood for some Icemav that got together later in life. If anyone has any fic recommendations, please send them over!

#icemav #top gun #iceman x maverick #maverick #iceman #top gun maverick #top gun 1986 #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav fic

[iceman-maverick]

i saw maverick kissing santa claus

“Pete, honey, I love you, really I do,” She said between her laughter, “but I’m not switching with you. The whole point of Secret Santa is to show someone you care,”

“I don’t want him to know that I care,” Pete hissed, stumbling a bit as he tied his laces.“Because I don’t…care. I just - look, please? I’m begging you,”

“No can do Petey,” She said, smacking a wet kiss on his cheek, “You’re just gonna have to make it work,"

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AKA Carol decides to spread a little holiday cheer by throwing a Secret Santa party for Maverick, Iceman and the merry rest of the gang (ft. shenangians, matchmaking, and Elvis Presley's christmas album)

part one today, part two tomorrow!

#icemav #top gun 1986 #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #top gun fanfic #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #carol bradshaw #icemav fic #iceman x maverick #my writing #christmas fic

[icemav86]

new fic (icemav): looking to the sky to save me

ship: iceman/maverick

rating: teen

words: 4.6k

tags: first time, getting together, wingfic, 5+1 things, a touch of soulmates

Ice ignored the laughter that rang out through the locker room and focused on getting his gear put away so he could shower and make his way to a base clinician who’d handle the feathers Ice couldn’t manage. As he walked past Maverick toward the showers, he tried not to pay attention to the effortless way Maverick’s hands moved across Goose’s wings or his apparent ease at helping his friend.

Ice has been taught that preening is a necessary but impersonal activity. Maverick has other ideas.

link: looking to the sky to save me

Written for @doodledraw for the fightertown server secret santa exchange

#top gun fic #icemav fic #icemav #maverick x iceman #top gun 1986 #my fic

[spencer-is-smelly]

wrote a little icemav blurb about them getting in a fight and then not being able to sleep without each other🤭

@maddoggooo inspired this🙏

ice and mav had had an argument. it honestly wasn’t that big of a deal, something really stupid. at the time though it was like the world was ending.

really, mav and ice had just both had an extremely shit day and were taking it out on each other.

“i’m sleeping in the guest room,” maverick said flatly. he was tired of arguing. they were in their bedroom, so maverick grabbed his pillow and left. ice didn’t even try to get him to stay, which hurt maverick a lot more than the whole thing in itself.

ice went to bed when mav left. there wasn’t anything else he could do. clearly, maverick had made up his mind for the night.

maverick couldn’t sleep. like at all. he closed his eyes and tried so fucking hard to sleep, because if he slept by himself in the guest room, that means he would win the argument, right?

around 1am, maverick realized it wasn’t fucking worth it. he couldn’t sleep without ice’s arms around him, not without the quiet sound of ice’s heartbeat and breathing. maverick couldn’t sleep without ice.

ice wasn’t exactly having the best sleep of his life either. he wasn’t sleeping at all, really. it didn’t feel right having maverick home but not sleeping next to him. it never really felt right when maverick wasn’t sleeping in his arms.

maverick snored, something that kind of irked ice at the beginning of their relationship. he couldn’t sleep without it now. it helped shut his brain off, gave him something to focus on instead of every single thought that moved through his mind all at once.

so he was alone and not sleeping, just like maverick was in the room right next to him.

next thing iceman knew, the bedroom door was creaking open and there was now somebody next to him in bed. “thought you were sleepin’ in the guest room,” ice mumbled sleepily.

“can’t sleep,” maverick responded. ice rolled over and wrapped his arms around maverick, pulling him close. they never really said i’m sorry. they usually didn’t after arguments. they made up in other ways, and that was okay with them.

maverick buried his face into ice’s chest and sighed. “i can’t sleep without you,” mav whispered.

“i can’t sleep without you either,” ice whispered back. “but i’m here, and you’re here. now get some rest, baby.”

“i love you,” maverick said. he relaxed into ice, listening to the comforting sound of ice’s heartbeat.

“i love you, too, pete,” ice smiled softly. maverick drifted off not long after that and the sounds of his snores lulled ice off to sleep.

it seemed like they just couldn’t stay mad at each other for very long.

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[outalongtheedges]

Goose On Film

Part 2

“Oh so that���s where that picture went”, Maverick mumbled more to himself than to anyone in particular.

Not that the others would’ve cared much about what he had to say about an old picture on a corkboard in the Bradshaw’s study.

“Interesting. I thought I had lost that one”, Slider’s wife suddenly said beside him. “Should’ve known Goose took it back.”

Maverick nodded before reaching up to take the picture of him and Ice off the board. He’s had it inside of his wallet for the better part of 10 years before he had ‘lost it’.

“What do you think you’re doing there, Maverick?!”, Goose slapped his wrist before he could reach the picture. “It’s mine!”

Okay so to be fair Goose did take the picture and he also paid for them to be printed out but it still was a picture of Ice and Mav. So it made sense for Maverick to have it, right? Slider’s wife seemed to have been thinking the same thing judging by the way she eyed the photo of her husband.

“I know what you’re thinking, Pete Mitchell! Don’t even try it. It’s an important piece in my ‘Goose on Film’ series.”, Goose continued to argue with his best friend. “You got more than enough pictures of you and that blond bastard, don’t you think?”

Maverick rolled his eyes. He could never have enough pictures of him and Tom. Not in a million years could he have collected enough of them. And that picture in particular had been taken on Carole’s birthday in ‘92, and if you know anything about Carole’s birthday parties then you’d understand the significance of that photo. That Goose even managed to take a decent one of them was astounding.

Yeah okay Mav was looking down, reading god knows what and it was a little blurry, but Ice managed to look into the camera as if he’d never done anything else but model in his entire life.

“And you!”, Goose suddenly turned over to Mrs Kerner that had her fingers on one of the thumbtacks holding up her husbands picture, “Don’t even think about it! I’ve been to your house, the walls are full of pictures of Slider and his ugly mug!”

“But not this one. Look at how cute he looks…”, she looked the photo dreamily.

“I don’t know about Slider and cute.”, Goose and Mav said at the same time, questioning looks on their faces.

“Oh come on! You guys know what I mean!”

They did know, Goose and Mav could stare at their respective partners for hours and call them every term of endearment under the sun and wouldn’t get tired.

„Come on Goose!“, Maverick whined pointing at the picture. „Let me have it back. It doesn’t look nice enough for your photo books anymore anyways.“

„What exactly did you do with yours, Pete?“, Mrs Kerner asked with a raised brow, looking sceptical as ever. „Looks like you crumpled it up.“

„I had it in my wallet? And then on my plane.“

„You know what you’re right. They’re both in horrible condition.“, Goose sighed exasperatedly, „I still have the negatives. Take them and treat them horribly! No respect for my art!“

Slider’s wife took the picture down triumphantly and folded it up the way it probably had been for years. So did Mav, staring lovingly at the photo he had stared at every time he went up in his plane.

„You two are paying for the new prints I have to make!“

„Of course Nick, honey. I’ll pay for it“, Mrs Kerner chuckled and Maverick nodded along.

All of them knew they wouldn’t pay for the prints, not that Goose would care.

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Masterlist Part 2

Another silly little manip and this time with a story?? I’m treating you and myself (mostly myself) with this one aren’t I?

Let me know what you lovely people think ✨🎈💕

Remember be nice and respectful, have a nice day and a good nights sleep.

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[enthyrea]

A couple of days later, while mindlessly doodling on his couch, Pete finds his hand laying out the familiar lines of swooped back blonde-gray hair, boxy eyes lined with crows feet, and sharp cheekbones. The face is smiling, something soft and tender. He didn’t even realize until he was basically done with it. Pete slams his forehead into the paper. He’s so screwed.

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC [bags pots and pans together]

it's linked here: rose period by enthyrea

this was supposed to be like 2k words max... yeah idk what happened either. anyways thanks so much to notchka for inspiring this :) a good chunk of this fic is just me writing about how pretty val kilmer is so if that sounds like ur jam then check it out <3

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[kazanskys-mitchell]

okay y’all, come get your icemav snippet from i was just dreamin’ to make up for the fact that the new chapter isn’t out yet

enjoy! hoping to have the next chapter out by Friday or Saturday :)

“I shouldn’t be doing this at work, but I can’t resist,” Tom started to speak, which caught Pete’s undivided attention. “Would you want to get coffee or a drink with me soon? Sometime this week?”

The look of shock on Pete’s face didn’t go unnoticed. He quickly made an attempt to change his expression before answering. “As in, a date?”

“I would like it to be.”

Oh. Oh.

Tom liked him.

Pete owed Nick twenty dollars.

#they’re dumb and in love #anyway my apologies for the delay #hope this makes up for it! #icemav #icemav fic

[icezansky]

Pontiac Blues

a fic by icezansky

Chapter 1/4

summary: When Tom’s car breaks down outside of a small town on Christmas Eve, Maverick and Goose Auto Repair is the only shop to pick up the phone.

A Hallmark Holiday Movie AU.

relationships: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky/Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Carole Bradshaw/Nick “Goose” Bradshaw

tags: Inspired by Hallmark Christmas Movies, Mechanic!Maverick, Mechanic!Goose, Rich!Iceman, Mentions of Cancer, Alcohol, Bradshaw Family, no betas we die like Goose, Tom drives a Pontiac Firebird, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

words: 10,425

#icezansky fic #top gun fic #icemav fic #icemav

[cowboysandpilots]

Bradley puts off almost everything after his mom dies. He doesn't tell Ice or Mav when he feels a cavity forming on one of his bottom teeth on the left side of his mouth. It doesn't hurt, not all the time. It only hurts every once in a while while he's chewing his meals, but it's fine; he can just chew on his right side.

He's not scared of the dentist. He's 13 now; he doesn't get scared anymore, but he doesn't want to go without his mom. All he can think of is his mom kneeling with him on the rainbow carpet of the pediatric dentist while he plays with the sticky magnetic trains that probably never get washed. She holds his hand when they call his name and lifts him up into the uncomfortable leather chair before the dentist leans it back and clips the bib around his neck and to his chest. She squeezes his hand once just before he lets go and claims the worn, light-yellow chair in the corner of the room. He's all too aware that if he went now, she wouldn't be there. That the worn yellow chair would be occupied by Iceman or Maverick. Maybe they would think he was too old for that now and make him go in alone while a strange man poked and prodded into his open mouth.

Bradley is stubborn. He doesn't care if every single tooth falls out of his mouth. If he can't go with his mom, he won't go at all.

He's not scared, but he needs his mom. The thought of doing things without her makes him feel sick. He's going to have to live the rest of his life without her. He's going to have to grow up without either of his parents.

It's so hard for him to believe that he has to grow up this way.

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[the-sun-and-the-sky]

When it Rains, it Pours

Summary: The long-suffering RIOs play matchmaker, ft: idiots pining, forced proximity, and my personal headcanon that Maverick hates thunderstorms.

Pairing: Iceman x Maverick

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Cussing, minor suggestive content, mostly fluff with a tiny bit of angst, Goose lives (yay), no beta reading, and possible misspellings (words are hard ok?)

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None of the Flyboys could remember the last time they’d had leave, much less gone on a proper vacation. As a consequence, Viper and Jester had more or less forced the aviators out the door with assurances that yes, they would survive a week without flying, and not to worry, their instructors wouldn’t miss them that much. 

Of course, Viper and Jester had their own reasons for wanting the Flyboys out of their hair for the week and it had something to do with the obvious, pining looks Iceman and Maverick were giving each other. Obvious, that is, to everyone but them. 

Which was possibly why neither of them noticed Goose and Slider being pulled into a private meeting with the instructors just before leaving for the trip. 

“I don’t care how you do it. Just make sure by the time you come back, the issue is fixed,” Jester told them as he paced around the small office. 

Viper stood gazing out the window, nodding along with what Jester was saying. The dawn light dusted over his uniform. He seemed distracted, letting Jester do all the talking. 

“And by issue, you mean…” Goose prompted, shifting in his seat. 

“Maverick and Iceman.” 

Slider let out a barking laugh. “Sir, no offense, but I don’t think we can fix their little rivalry problem in a week. Hell, I don’t even think we could do it in a year.” 

At this, Viper turned and looked at the two RIOs. His eyebrows furrowed. 

“We’re not talking about the rivalry here. Although,” Viper tilted his head, considering something. “That might work itself out too.” 

Goose and Slider looked at each other, understanding and horror dawning on their faces. 

“You want us to…set them up?” Goose’s voice rose an octave. 

Jester abruptly stopped pacing and snapped his fingers. “Exactly.” 

Slider groaned, sinking down in his seat. “Are they really that obvious?” 

“Yes,” Viper chuckled. “To everyone here, except themselves. Frankly, it’s giving everyone a headache.” 

Goose sighed and exchanged a long-suffering look with Slider. They thought the knowledge was limited to the Flyboys. Apparently not. 

“Well, we’ve been trying to do something about that.” Goose admitted. “But so far, no luck.”

Slider feverishly nodded in agreement. 

“A change of scenery might do everyone some good then,” Jester muttered, resuming his pacing. 

“Speaking off.” Viper made a halfhearted shooing motion, causing Slider and Goose to jump to their feet. “You should get going. I think Maverick is getting antsy.” 

He jabbed a finger over his shoulder at the window he’d been gazing out. The window that looked out over the parking lot. 

The RIOs were dismissed. 

“Great,” Goose groaned the second they were out of earshot of Viper’s office. “Just great. How’d we get stuck on matchmaking duty?” 

Slider glanced at the other man as they walked through the halls. “Don’t act like we weren’t going to try it on our own.” 

Goose sighed and was silent for a moment before relenting. “Yeah ok. You got any ideas we haven’t tried yet?” 

The door to the parking lot loomed ahead. It was propped open, letting the early spring sun seep into the hallway. Outside, the other Top Gun students had gathered and were arguing about seating arrangements for the trip. Maverick’s rose above the others, directed at Ice for some reason or another. It always was. 

“I’ve got a few,” Slider said as the two RIOs marched towards their waiting pilots and the looming car ride. “I just hope they work.” 

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Goose would like to say he was a patient person. But even the most patient person would feel their nerves fraying by the ninth hour stuck in a car with Ice and Maverick. 

You’re paying for my therapy was written on the back of a gas station receipt and dropped into Slider’s lap. Goose glared at him while Slider read the note and rolled his eyes. 

“It was a stupid maneuver and you know it,” Ice barked from the driver’s seat. 

“You’re just mad that I beat you,” Maverick countered, his feet propped up against the dashboard. 

He knew Ice hated him doing that. Just as much as he hated arguing with Maverick over what he called “brain-dead stunts”. Sure enough, Ice leaned over and slapped Maverick’s cowboy boots off the dashboard without taking his eyes off the road. Goose swallowed a sigh and leaned to rest his forehead against the car window. 

They’d driven through San Francisco almost an hour ago, stopping only to eat, and were currently winding their way along the coast of Northern California. The light was fading fast and Goose watched the last golden rays of sunshine dance on the wave crests. The roadside was covered in wild grasses and every color of wildflower imaginable. Goose couldn’t help thinking that Carole would love it here. Maybe he’d have to surprise her and Bradley with a trip for her birthday.

His thoughts were interrupted by Ice abruptly pulling the car onto a side road. Tail lights bounced ahead of them in the dusk and headlights shone through the back windshield. For better or worse, the Flyboys had all made it to their destination in one piece. 

Ice pulled the car in front of a small bed and breakfast tucked away in the trees and Maverick was out the door before the engine shut off. Ice quickly followed, as did the RIOs, stretching every sore muscle. 

Somehow, Hollywood and Wolfman still had energy left and were messing around by their car. The rest of the aviators showed signs of fatigue commonly associated with road trips and were taking a long time to unpack the cars. 

Ice, ever the responsible one, disappeared into the quaint, two-story building. It was painted a cream color that glowed in the darkness of the woods and seemed to be made of more windows than walls. Flower boxes, perched on windowsills, overflowed with every kind of flower imaginable and their scent filled the air. Somewhere in the distance, a bird trilled and a stillness unlike anything the aviators were used to, hung over them. 

Ice returned before long and passed out room keys. Previously, they had agreed that pilots would room with their RIOs. But as Goose went to follow Maverick up to their room, he felt Slider pull him aside. 

“Give me your key,” the taller man whispered. 

“What, why?” Goose hissed back, confused, but he didn’t fight as Slider slipped the key from his grasp. 

Slider threw a wink over his shoulder as he quickly made his way to Ice. While the other man was distracted, Slider snatched his room key. 

“Slider, what the hell?” Ice shouted as the other man danced out of his reach. “Give that back.” 

“Change of plans Ice. You’re rooming with Mitchell this week.” The glee was obvious in Slider’s voice. 

“Like hell I am,” Ice bit out. 

“Don’t think you can handle it, Kazansky?” Maverick teased, leaning against the railing of the porch. 

Ice’s mouth opened, then closed again, having heard the challenge in Maverick’s voice. Everyone else took note of the unfolding drama. Wolfman whispered something to Hollywood, who nodded and the two discreetly shook hands. 

“Fine,” Ice eventually ground out. 

Slider tossed Ice the key to his and Maverick’s room before returning to help Goose with their stuff. 

“He’s gonna give you so much shit for that,” Goose muttered, watching over his shoulder as Maverick and Ice stomped off to find their room. 

Slider shrugged. “If my plan works, he’ll be thanking me pretty soon.” 

~~~

Ice was going to kill Slider. He knew this with the same certainty that he knew the sun rose in the morning and that Maverick was going to be a pain in his ass all week, especially now they were sharing a room. Hadn’t he suggested pilots and RIOs room together to avoid this exact outcome? 

Everyone assumed that Ice didn’t want to be around Maverick because he hated him, hated his flying, and hated the antics the shorter man got up to both in the air and on the ground. The reality, however, was the complete opposite. Ice liked Maverick. He liked him a lot but in an occupation like the Navy, one didn’t just have feelings for your coworkers. And one certainly didn’t act on it. Besides, Maverick spent every weekend at the O Club flirting with a new girl, never sparing Ice a second glance outside of training. 

So it boiled down to this. Ice had feelings for Maverick. Maverick didn’t have feelings for Ice (not that he would ever ask). And Slider knew Ice liked Maverick and spent a lot of time trying to get them together. Time Ice would rather his RIO have spent studying but everyone had to have their hobbies he supposed. And this room-sharing ploy was just the latest in an increasingly embarrassing and obvious attempt to get the two of them together, and then what? The whole thing was ridiculous enough to make Ice laugh. 

“Something funny I should know about?” Maverick asked as they stepped off the stairs, onto the second story, and down a hallway covered in cream wallpaper. 

“Nope.” 

Maverick looked back at Ice over the collar of his leather jacket. The patches covering it shifted under the soft light of the hall. Maverick’s eyebrows drew together in question but he didn’t push it, probably not wanting to push Ice’s thinly veiled annoyance over the edge. 

“Well, I guess this is us.” Maverick stopped by a door at the end of the hall, letting his bag thump against his leg. 

Ice made an unintelligible noise while Maverick unlocked the door and disappeared past it. 

The inside of the room matched the rest of the house. Cream wallpaper, soft lighting, and more flowers than were probably necessary. In fact, every surface seemed to be covered in vases filled with a riot of color. Ice found it oddly charming but…

“Chipper’s not gonna be able to breathe all week,” Maverick said, almost as if he had read Ice’s thoughts. 

Ice glanced at Maverick, already perched on one of the two small beds, a hesitant smile on his lips. An olive branch if ever there was one. Despite his anger at Slider and the forced proximity to Maverick, Ice felt his own answering smile rise to the surface. 

“I was thinking the same thing.” 

Ice kept his gaze fixed on Maverick for a second longer before the shorter pilot coughed and started rummaging through his bag. Ice could swear there was a flush creeping the back of Maverick’s neck. The back of his neck that Ice so desperately wanted to kiss, to see what sounds Maverick would make when he did.

Nope, absolutely not. Ice could not be thinking about things like that. Not now, not here, not ever. 

“Kazansky!” Maverick’s voice pulled him out of the beginnings of a downward spiral. “You ok? You look like you’re gonna hurl.” 

Ice forced what he believed was a reassuring smile onto his face but judging by Maverick’s concerned look, it wasn’t that convincing. “I’m just tired from the car ride, that’s all. I'm going to take a shower and then call it a night.” 

Maverick slowly nodded but Ice didn’t see, as he unceremoniously dumped his stuff on the remaining available bed and all but fled to the bathroom. 

Ice took forever to shower and get ready for bed, hoping that by the time he went back into the room, Maverick would be asleep. Sure enough, the lights were out and Maverick had been reduced to a lump under the blankets when Ice went hunting for an old shirt and boxers to sleep in. The only light in the room came from the moon, just peeking over the treetops outside. 

As quietly as possible, Ice slid into his own bed. He lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling and the shadows that danced across it. Maverick’s even breathing filled the room and before long, Ice was drifting off to sleep as well. 

~~~

At some point in the early morning, a storm rolled in off the ocean. Ice cracked his eyes open, not sure what woke him. He lay facing the window and watched as thick, heavy fog obscured everything outside. The only thing he could still see were the flowers just outside the window but they had turned gray in the dim light, like the fog had leached all the color out of them. Thunder grumbled in the distance and the first pitter-patters of rain hit the window. 

Something shifted behind Ice and he quickly turned his head, all traces of tiredness disappearing from his body. He was greeted by the sight of Maverick climbing under the blanket and huddling up next to him. 

“What’re you doing?” Ice asked, the early hour making his thoughts sluggish. 

Maverick’s eyes flicked to the window before settling on Ice’s face. His hair, normally semi-under control, was now messed up and wild. Ice briefly wondered what it would feel like to run his hands through it. 

“I don’t like thunderstorms,” Maverick whispered. “Goose usually lets me sleep in his bed but that’s not really an option now, so I thought…” 

Huddled under the blankets, Maverick looked younger, more vulnerable. Something broke in Ice’s heart to see him like this. To him, Maverick was fearless, constantly pushing the boundaries and damning the consequences. Ice couldn’t speak. 

Taking his silence for something else, Maverick started to get up. Ice’s heart skipped a beat and he quickly reached out and grabbed Maverick’s hand. 

“Wait.” His voice was rough with sleep and he couldn’t ignore the way Maverick’s eyes widened. “Stay.” 

Slowly, Maverick sank back into bed and let Ice draw the blanket up over him. Ice had never let go of Maverick’s hand and when he noticed and started to draw away, Maverick intertwined their fingers. There was a question in his eyes as he gazed at Ice but a quick squeeze made it disappear. 

Ice knew he was crossing the line into a place he would likely never return from but that didn’t seem to matter in the early morning when time stood still. Besides, he told himself, you’re just helping a friend out, nothing else. 

Thunder roared again, closer this time, and Ice noticed the way Maverick’s shoulders were hunched. Without a word, he eased closer to Maverick and gently pulled the other pilot against his chest. Automatically, Maverick draped his arms around Ice’s waist and hugged him closer. He sighed gently, his breath tickling the side of Ice’s neck. Ice’s heart beat double time and he desperately hoped Maverick wouldn’t notice. 

Outside, the rain had started to dump in earnest. Flashes of light accompanied the thunder that increased both in intensity and frequency. With every crack and boom, Maverick’s body tensed against Ice. He took to running his hands up and down Maverick’s back to calm him, whispering mindless reassurances in his ear. Maverick’s hands clung to Ice’s shirt and somehow, his legs became tangled with Ice’s. 

Then, it felt like the heavens opened above them and a crack of thunder shook the house, rattling the windows, and startling the two of them beyond anything else that night. In the flash of light that accompanied it, Ice saw Maverick’s face twist. He needed a distraction and quickly. 

Without thinking, Ice reached out a hand to cup Maverick’s cheek and closed the distance between them. His lips brushed against Maverick’s, lighting a fire under his skin. How often had he thought of doing this? How many times had he dreamed of tasting Maverick’s lips? A lot, but never like this. 

Ice’s eyes flew open and he drew back quickly, coming to his senses a second too late and realizing how big of a mistake he had just made. An apology sprung to his lips but never left them when he saw Maverick’s expression. 

Ice had come to recognize the guarded look Maverick wore every day in front of everyone. But as the two of them lay together, their faces inches apart, he no longer looked so distant. His eyes were dark, half-lidded, and his lips parted ever so slightly. Even in the dim light, Ice could see the blush that tinged his cheeks. There was something so open, so vulnerable about seeing him like this. 

“Why’d you stop?” Maverick whispered, his voice nearly drowned out by the rain. 

Ice shook his head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” 

The ghost of a smile graced Maverick’s lips. “Kiss me again.” 

Ice starred at Maverick. Maverick rolled his eyes and tugged Ice towards him. When their lips brushed again, it was feverish. After a few seconds, Ice kissed him back. He felt Maverick’s hands move to grip his waist. 

Maverick shifted his weight and Ice helped him so that he could sit up and straddle Ice’s hips. Their dog tags tangled as Maverick leaned down to kiss Ice again. His hands ghosted up Maverick’s thighs, earning a moan. Maverick retaliated by dropping his head to kiss along Ice’s neck. As gently as he could, Ice threaded his fingers into Maverick’s hair and tugged his head up so they were face to face. 

“What are we doing?” Ice breathed, already missing the feeling of Maverick’s lips. 

Something sparked in Maverick’s eyes. “I thought that was obvious. Or do you need me to spell it out for you, Kazansky?” 

Ice tightened his grip on Maverick’s hair. The pilot flinched as the thunder roared again. The silence between them stretched on for a moment too long, breaking whatever spell they seemed to be under. 

“Just tell me to go and I’ll leave. We’ll never talk about it again,” Maverick finally whispered, his eyes no longer meeting Ice’s. 

“Mitchell, what’re you talking about?” 

But Maverick was already pulling away. His weight disappeared from Ice’s lap. He stumbled off the bed and hurriedly grabbed his jacket from where he’d thrown it hours earlier. 

“Mav.” Ice pulled himself out of bed. “Pete, please.” 

Maverick froze at the use of his given name. Ice had never called him that before. Slowly he turned to face the taller man. Ice ran a hand through his hair as he tried to organize his thoughts with little success. Finally, he decided to state the obvious. 

“I kissed you first, remember? If anyone has the right to want to stop this, it’s you,” Ice spoke softly, like he might spook Maverick into running. 

Another boom of thunder sounded, further away this time. The storm was leaving but Maverick’s shoulders still tensed. Ice risked a step towards him. 

“Maybe I don’t want to stop it,” Maverick finally said, his voice strained. 

Ice took step after step until he was right in front of Maverick. He gently put a finger under Maverick’s chin and forced his gaze up. Ice was surprised to see unshed tears in his eyes. Maverick shivered at Ice’s touch. 

“Maybe I don’t want you to either,” he whispered. 

Maverick blinked and hope flickered in his eyes. Something released in Ice’s chest and the tension that he’d been holding onto since the day he met Maverick melted away. It wasn’t a complete confession, but it would have to do for now. 

“Please come back to bed,” Ice murmured, running his fingers over Maverick’s jawline. “With me?” 

Maverick nodded and wordlessly followed Ice to the small bed that had slowly become theirs. They had scarcely laid down again when Ice caught Maverick’s lips in a searing kiss and they didn’t talk for quite sometime after as they rode out the rest of the storm, together. 

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Chapters: 12/? Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell/Other(s) Characters: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Chester "Hammer" Cain, Mike "Viper" Metcalf, Rick "Hollywood" Neven, Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe, Ron "Slider" Kerner, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Carole Bradshaw, Top Gun (1986) Ensemble Additional Tags: Exes to Lovers, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Panic Attacks, Dissociation, Abuse of Authority, Top Gun: Maverick References, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mission Fic, Break Up, Post-Break Up, Breaking Up & Making Up, Reconciliation, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Past Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Power Imbalance, Power Play, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Dysfunctional Family, Unreliable Narrator, Protective Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Rick "Hollywood" Neven/Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe- Background, Mentioned Carole Bradshaw/Nick "Goose" Bradshaw, Sexual Harassment, Implied/Referenced Sexual Harassment, Stalking, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Needs A Hug, basically a tgm au with the '86 squad also a lot of other shit goes down Series: Part 1 of the cloaked series Summary:

Five years after the Layton rescue, and two years after Maverick's relationship with Iceman comes to a flaming, burning halt, the class of '86 is called back to Top Gun for a suicide mission. *walks back in after six months again* hi. sorry for the delay lol. pls lmk what u thought k thanks bye 

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