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Rooster was enjoying a really good time in his life. After losing his mom and his fight with Mav he went through some really tough years, choosing to focus on his career and keep his emotions in the background. There were times he couldn't believe how good things were, having Mav by his side again already filled his chest with happiness, he wasn't counting on Jake. They managed, after everything, to become friends and at this point, he considered him family. He never in a million years could have imagined this outcome. Hangman and Mav were a surprise on their own, only after witnessing it, he understood how good they were together. And how life can throw unexpectedly great things at you.
They enjoyed a very surreal and domestic nine months, until Hangman was deployed again. Rooster was glad to stay on as instructor, he liked teaching more than he anticipated and liked staying in one place, but he knew Hangman well enough to know he would start missing the action, eventually. Iceman himself appointed Jake for this new mission. It was fairly simple, less nerve wracking than their last one. The Admiral probably wanted to give Hangman something to do, without giving Mav a heart attack. Bradley was glad Uncle Ice was always watching out for them.
Jake didn’t accept right away, he confided in him that he was finally confident in his relationship with Mav that a little distance wasn't concerning and three weeks wasn't that long, but he still wasn’t keen on the idea of being away from the older man. Seeing as Maverick was not going to keep him grounded, he would never try to, he encouraged Jake to take it.
They saw Hangman off and two weeks after, Bradley found himself actually missing him. The guy wormed his way into his life and he noticed how much he got used to having him around, and if he was missing him then his dad was even worse. Bradley kept Mav company and made him go out on some nights so he wouldn't stay cooked up inside.
That's when Phoenix and Bob arrived, they were on leave and decided to spend it close to him. When he thought it couldn't get better than this, he somehow found himself entangled with Nat and Bob.
The three of them had been doing video calls for weeks, pilot and WSO were almost always together when he called either of them so he deduced, they had become closer. He was happy for them, he really was, he just couldn't ignore the sting of a missed opportunity. When he saw them in person again, it stung even worse, but it didn't last long. Bob was the first one to make a move, soft lips on his as Natasha watched, he didn't have time to pull away and question what was happening, Nat was there with her hand tangled in his curls, making sure he knew he was not a third wheel like he thought. They have been getting to know each other ever since.
Bradley asked them both to stay at the house with them. He didn't want to leave Mav alone while Jake was away. Both of them cared for Mav almost as much as he did, so they gladly accepted the invitation.
He hadn't mentioned their thing to Mav, but he caught his dad looking at them with a knowing grin on his face. He also knew the man wouldn't ask, he would let Bradley tell him on his time, but one night, when they were doing the dishes and Nat and Bob were on the couch, Mav had said quietly "They make you happy." It wasn't a question, it was a simple observation. Bradley smiled and confirmed it, anyway. His dad clasped him on the shoulder and smiled back.
As the days went by, all three of them tried to keep Mav's spirits up, they were successful, for the most part.
That night, when he was finishing up the reports on training exercises, he had conducted with his class, Bob texted him to let him know he and Nat were at the Hard Deck. He left base soon after and went home to try and drag Mav out with him. If he called he'd say he wasn't in the mood, but he was not going to let the man wallow in it alone.
The house was quiet when he arrived, he responded to Bob's text saying he would meet them soon and made his way to Mav's room. Before he could knock on the door, Maverick's voice, from the other side, stopped him. "I miss you so much, Jake." Bradley didn't want to interrupt their calls, Hangman had a small window to do those, there were days he didn't have the chance to call at all and Mav always got down in the dumps when that happened. He was going to wait until they were done to invite him to go out, when Mav spoke up again, sounding breathless.
"God, sweetheart, I wish you were here filling me up-"
Bradley's eyes widened and his legs carried him far away, as soon as his brain caught up with what he was hearing. He got into his car and drove away. He was not interrupting that.
When he arrived at the Hard Deck, he went straight to the bar and asked Penny for a shot. She looked like she wanted to ask, probably saw something on his face, but the place was packed today and she was busy. She poured him a generous shot and he downed it.
Penny had poured him another one when Bob slid next to him, settling his arm around his waist, Bradley relaxed into him. He glanced at the pool table, Nat was talking with some of the trainees.
"What's got you looking so spooked?" Bob asked as he drank the second shot, no doubt also noticing he hadn't brought Mav along like he said he would.
"I heard things I wish I hadn't." The man raised an eyebrow and waited for him to elaborate. "Mav was on the phone with Jake." He saw realization hit him, his mouth forming an 'o'.
"That's awkward." To say the least, he was just grateful he didn't see anything.
Bob nosed at his hair gently. "I could take your mind off of it." He kissed the spot behind his ear.
"How do you propose to do that?" Bradley found himself grinning at him immediately.
"When I'm done with you, you won't remember your name." Bob's voice was an octave lower, giving him goosebumps, the firm hand on his waist dragged him to the empty bathroom.
Gosh, timid Bob had a wicked tongue. You wouldn't know just by looking at him. It was the innocent look he had as he wrapped his lips around him that made Bradley crazy. He was thoroughly distracted. When the fog in his mind dissipated, he pulled Bob up and attached his lips to the man's neck, he tried to unbuckle his belt intent on sticking his hand inside, but Bob stopped him and kissed him instead. He soon found out Bob liked having to wait for it, Bradley was glad to give him what he wanted, even though he was dying to please him.
When they left the bathroom, he went back to the counter to get a cold beer. Bob stood next to him with a pleased smile on his lips, whispering how good Bradley looked with his red cheeks. He saw Natasha approaching with a glint in her eye, knowing smirk on her lips. She grabbed Bob's chin and pulled him into a kiss. "You taste like Bradley." She licked her lips.
No one in the crowded bar paid attention to them as they stood like that, pressing Bob in between them, talking and stealing a few touches and quick kisses. "Maybe we should go." Bob suggested when he couldn't take it anymore, Bradley could see the outline of his bulge straining against his jeans. Him and Nat were walking outside, dragging the bespectacled man with them in no time.
Natasha's breathy moans and Bob whispering filthy words in his ear, made him forget pretty much everything.
Penny was glad her and Pete found a way to be friends after all these years and she was even more glad the man found someone who completed him.
After watching Pete sulk around for weeks missing the younger pilot, she was happy to see them both together. Jake got back yesterday and they were both at the Hard Deck, they stayed with their usual crowd by the pool table, but a while later she saw them find a secluded corner, they were speaking with their heads close together, both with grins on their faces.
The bar started filling up and she focused on work, when she happened to glance in their direction again, they were making out enthusiastically, she couldn't help but chuckle. They were so gone for each other, it was really cute. She saw Pete bite and pull Jake's bottom lip with his teeth before plunging his tongue into his mouth, she let out a sigh, it's been a while since someone kissed her like that, it made her feel a little lonely.
When things started to slow down, the bar becoming emptier, Maverick and Jake were nowhere in sight, she concluded they went home. She got a bag full of used bottles and went to put them outside, the moon was so bright in the sky, she stopped for a breather and to appreciate it.
She was about to go back inside when she heard a moan. It was not a nuisance for people to get a little carried away around here when the alcohol mixed with want. She had seen some things in her time. She usually looked at it to make sure everyone involved were coherent enough to consent and with the confirmation, she went about her day.
Her eyes followed the sound, there were a few boxes obstructing her sight, she could only see him from his chest up, Jake's blissful face was illuminated by the aforementioned moon, looking even more handsome than usual.
Jake threw his head back in ecstasy. "Fuck, baby. I missed your mouth on me." His voice was rough and Penny really should go back inside, but her legs did not move toward the door, she moved two steps to the left and finally saw him. Pete was on his knees sucking Jake off like he was made for it, she had never seen anything quite like it.
"So good...You're a little cockslut for me, huh?" Pete's moan in response was downright filthy, Penny's cheeks heated up a little. She quicky made her way inside after that, behind the bar, she filled a glass with cold water and drank in one gulp.
Hangman got back from his last mission three days ago and Phoenix and Bob were still on leave when Admiral Kazansky arrived. They had visited his house, but sitting down to dinner with the Admiral still felt surreal. She could see how wide Bob's eyes were, he was starstruck.
He told them, off the record, there would be an official meeting about it, that he had presented a plan to keep some of the daggers as a permanent strike team. He couldn't get all of them together, but the ones that were a part on the mission plus Coyote were going to be called. Bradley was really involved with teaching, finding his calling, so he declined the offer. But, Iceman wanted Hangman to be team leader this time. She wasn't expecting Hangman to splutter at that, his usual cockiness missing from his demeanor. Iceman had to reassure him he had been paying attention to how much he improved while instructing at Top Gun, the mission he sent him to cemented his trust in him to be a great leader. Hangman's gratitude was written on his face, Mav reached out over the table to lace their fingers, saying how proud he was, Hangman beamed at that.
She found herself smiling, happy for her friend and actually willing to follow Hangman, who would have thought?
Next week, the others would arrive and after an announcement they would start training focused on team strategies and formations. Natasha was really glad to have a chance to share the skies with her friends and she knew Bob was glad to have the opportunity, too. Being closer to Bradley did sweeten the deal.
Having a man like Iceman on their side had its perks, for sure. She still couldn't believe he asked them to call him Iceman, Bob still couldn't do it. He almost spit his drink when Hangman called the Admiral 'Ice' while putting his arm around his shoulder, the way Iceman smiled back at him was proof of how welcomed Hangman was into their family.
After dinner, she sat down on the couch next to Jake to discuss their new team, he was paying attention to her and responding, keeping the conversation going, but his eyes kept darting from her to where Mav was speaking to Iceman. Well, the Admiral was speaking, Maverick was just nodding along, his eyes were on the pilot in front of her, bluntly staring at him, his eyes not moving an inch. He only stopped when Iceman elbowed him on the ribs while smirking.
Since Hangman came back from his mission, he and Maverick were even more attached to the hip, it was rare to find one without the other. When they were apart, Phoenix observed how they always seemed to find each other's gazes.
Iceman was grabbing his coat to leave when he approached her and Bob. "I'd sleep at Bradley's place on base today, if I were you. Mav is about two seconds from pouncing." She stole a glance and could almost see the gravitational pull between them, Maverick seemed to be vibrating on the spot, waiting for his moment, she saw Hangman lean back on the couch, spreading his legs a little, an invitation clear on his smirk. She told Bob to get Bradley so they could leave, things were going to get loud.
When they said their goodbyes, the other two replied without taking their eyes off each other, Maverick was stepping forward when she closed the door behind her.
*
Phoenix was walking toward Maverick's office, Rooster texted her to meet him there. Bob found a nice restaurant he wanted to try and Bradley wanted to invite Mav and Jake to go with them, Bob would be meeting them outside.
It was already late on a Friday, the base was almost empty, this part of it, especially. When she arrived at the hallway, Rooster wasn't there, she wondered if he was waiting for her inside Mav's office, so she stepped closer to the door, ready to knock when she stopped dead in her tracks.
The door was slightly ajar, the gap was small but she still could see inside.
Hangman was sprawled with his chest on the desk, the furniture was scraping on ther floor, Maverick was giving it to him hard. They were both almost fully clothed, she could only see a small patch of skin underneath their shirts.
She saw Hangman grip the edge of the desk, his knuckles turning white. "God, Pete. Yes, right there." His groan reverberated in the otherwise quiet room.
She wondered why they didn't close the door properly, and somehow knew it wasn't an accident, Hangman having a bit of an exhibitionism kink was not surprising.
Maverick leaned down, his front flush against Hangman's back, tangled his fingers in his hair and pulled roughly. Hangman's jaw was slack with pleasure.
"Don't come unless I tell you to. Understand, sweetheart?" The captain's voice was deep like she'd never heard before.
"Yes, yessir." Hangman whimpered.
"Good boy." Maverick sank his teeth into Hangman's shoulder, causing him to shiver perceptively.
That's when she jumped away from the door, striding to the other side of the hall, feeling equal parts embarassed and a little turned on. She was getting herself in check when she heard footsteps. Rooster was approaching with a smile on his face. She quickly intercepted him before he could get any closer to that door. He told her how awkward it felt to overhear their phone sex, seeing that would be mortifying to him.
"Hey, Nat - What?"
"Mav, it's not in his office. We can invite him out another time. Let's go, Bobby is probably outside already." She grabbed his arm and started to pull him in the opposite direction. Bradley was a little confused by her actions, thankfully Bob was already waiting for them, they got into the car and it was easy to talk about other matters. She would never mention what she saw to Bradley, she was sure he didn't want to know.
She did allude to it when talking to Hangman, one day. He was not fazed by getting caught, confirming her suspicions, he winked at her with his usual smirk on his lips and drawled in his accent. "Hope you enjoyed the show."
"No more than you." She said back, causing them both to laugh.
Fanboy was not expecting the opportunity to be back at Top Gun again, but he was sure glad it happened. Being able to stay close to his friends and keep doing what he loved was amazing. He thanked Admiral Kazansky many times. They would be starting training on Monday, it was Saturday and they decided to have another friendly game on the beach. This time they chose volleyball.
He and Payback were up first against Hangman and Coyote.
Fanboy didn't play volleyball often, he was decent at it but not that good. He and Payback wiped the floor with their adversaries way too easily.
He never saw Hangman so distracted. He kept glancing to where Maverick was sitting, shirt off and sunglasses on. Fanboy had to admit, even he had to do a double take, the man aged like a fine wine.
He hadn't noticed at first, it was Payback that pointed it out to him. He had seen Mav and Hangman stare adoringly at each other, they even made some humorous fake gag noises at the two of them, on occasion. But, this was new. Apparently, the others had been dealing with that charged atmosphere since Hangman came back from his latest deployment, almost two weeks ago. Maverick had Hangman on his sights at all times lately, laser locked, ready to fire. The look was no less adoring than usual, but now it had something more to it.
So, Maverick assisted on their win from the sidelines. When the game was over, he and Payback celebrated, Coyote shook his head at Hangman, but the man still only had eyes for Mav. He leaned closer to the Captain and said something in his ear.
Fanboy didn't pay them any attention after that, him and Payback were up against Rooster and Bob next. As soon as the game started, he remembered he was in fact not that good at volleyball. He was having to work for it.
Bob ended up sending the ball far away, he did not look it, but he had one hell of an arm on him. Phoenix and Coyote cheered and he noticed Mav and Hangman were not sitting on the sand, anymore.
He ran to get the ball back, it landed close to some big rocks at the far end of the beach. He crouched down to get it and when he got up, Hangman and Maverick were right in his line of sight. Hangman was leaning against the rocks and he and Mav were making out like the world was ending, he was about to whistle playfully at them and say something like 'get a room' when he noticed Hangman clawing at Mav's back while he grinded his hips forward into his abdomen. They were both glistening with sweat.
"Please, Mav." He had never heard Hangman whine before. "Just something to take the edge off. You're so hot, you're driving me insane."
"Anything for you, sweetheart." The Captain said before licking a stripe from Hangman's clavicule to his neck, he stuck his hand down in Hangman's swim trunks. At that, Fanboy ran back to the others with the ball. He tried no to think about what was happening near them, he failed miserably, they lost the game.
Bob was glad to be in the air with his friends again. They started their training, Hangman was going to be leading it, having learned a lot in the months he spent being an instructor, but Maverick had joined them on their first session, it was nice to have a chance to fly with the Captain again.
As they did their maneuvers and chatted, Bob could hear the spark in Hangman's and Maverick's voices when they spoke through their comms.
The others didn't mention anything, but they heard it, too. At this point they decided to not acknowledge what was going on, when they weren't witnessing their eye fucking across a room, they were hearing their foreplay. Of course flying together would get both men in the mood, that was on brand for both aviators.
When they landed and stepped out of their jets, they stopped to chat a little amongst themselves.
Bob could see Hangman and Maverick walking away, trying to appear inconspicuous, and failing, at least to him. Maverick had a hand on the small of Hangman's back, fisting his flight suit, leading him where he wanted. They had a bet on how long it would take for them to get it out of their system, they were nonstop lately, the air always electrified around them. Bob bet on never and he really liked his odds.
Bob found it cute, actually, to be so in love with someone you couldn’t get enough of them.
He looked at Natasha talking to Coyote, the sun making her eyes seem like liquid honey. Gosh, she was gorgeous.
He saw Bradley walking on the tarmac with some of his trainees. He noticed he was being watched and glanced his way, giving him a charming wink. Bob smiled back.
The others were still talking excitedly about training when he left them. He was sweating a lot and really needed a shower.
The locker room seemed mostly empty, only the sound of a single shower could be heard. Bob opened his locker and started to unzip his flight suit, took off his glasses then proceeded to take off his shirt.
He was about to sit down on the bench to unlace his boots when a voice echoed in the room. “You sure are taking your time, sweetheart.” It was Maverick. “Do you want someone to walk in and see you like this?” It was not very hard to figure out what was going on.
“Looking so pretty on your knees.” Well, now he knows for sure. He should go, but he can’t leave the locker room in this state of undress. He doesn't really know what to do, but he also had to admit he didn't really want to leave. He remembered Natasha telling him she caught them together once and how Hangman seemed to be into it, when she mentioned it. That realization gave Bob pause.
He heard an obscene gagging noise, a dick hitting the back of a throat, no doubt. Maverick let out a shameless hiss of pleasure.
He was startled by that, he ended up knocking his shoulder into the locker’s door, It clattered loudly when it closed. Bob froze in his spot, he expected the noises to stop, but what he heard was a deep groan.
“You like it, huh? You want them to hear how good you are at this?” Mav's voice was teasing. He was not bothered by someone else being in the room. That made him feel a little less creepy for still being there.
He could not see them, which was fortunate, he would not be able to watch his friends like that, but listening he found he had no problem with. The noises didn’t leave much to the imagination, even the shower wasn't drowning it out, he could picture the scene. Hangman probably had a hand on himself as he choked on Maverick's cock. Bob leaned against the lockers at the thought.
When Hangman finally spoke up, his voice was rough, dripping with want. “Fuck my mouth, baby.” He managed to plead and demand at the same time.
From the sounds that followed, Maverick eagerly complied, reaching his release soon after.
They knew someone was there, but he didn't want them to know it was him. That would be too awkward and he would find it hard to look at them in the eyes again. So, Bob quickly found a shower as far away from them and turned on the water, he remembered he still had his boots and flight suit half on, a little too late.
The moment the cold spray of the water hit him, he heard Hangman's unrestricted moans, his mouth was not full anymore.
“Go on, Jake. Cum for me.” Mav said reverently. He could almost envision him with his hand tangled in Hangman’s hair, coaxing into an orgasm with his voice, as Hangman fisted his own dick. His shout of pleasure rung in the room a while later.
He heard the other shower turn off and their lockers open and close as they both got dressed.
Bob was soaked down to his boots, but he stayed where he was until he was absolutely sure they had left.
Jake had missed the action of a mission, there was no denying it, but he was also incredibly glad to be back by Mav's side. Three weeks may not seem like a long time, but it felt like an eternity. He and Mav kept themselves entertained by having calls whenever they could and when Jake could find a place to himself they would get each other off with their words. It was good but not the same, so when they were finally together again, he could not keep his hands to himself.
Having Maverick's gaze on him wasn't a novelty, but it was something he never got used to; every look made him smile, every look took his breath away. Pete's emotions were always at the surface whenever he looked at Jake. Of course, he had looked at him with desire before, many times, but Pete's gaze had never been so... hungry.
Like he'd been starving for Jake, and fuck, if that didn't send a thrill down his spine, a white hot fire licking at his veins.
He was defenseless against it, anytime he felt those green eyes on him, it ignited his arousal and he had no intention of trying to resist. He gave in gladly and Mav was uninhibited like never before.
If there was an upside to being away from each other, it was having Pete's eyes on him 24/7, making him feel like the center of his whole world. It was positively intoxicating.
It was exhilarating, they were sneaking around anywhere they could to have a taste. Not caring if they were caught or not, only focused on drinking each other in. Jake had never felt this way before, Pete wasn't a want or a desire, he was a need. Essential to his survival, Jake needed him like he needed oxygen.
This, on the other hand, he was not sharing with anyone.
He knew what he wanted to do was not for anyone else's eyes, so he didn't start anything with Mav at the Hard Deck, he just grabbed his hand and pulled him to his bike.
He was bunching up Pete shirt in his hand before the door fully closed behind them, his fingers caressing the warm skin. He sucked a mark high up on Maverick’s neck so it couldn't be covered up. Jake wants everyone to see and weep at the fact that this incredible man was taken.
When he was content with the mark he left, he finally took off Pete’s shirt and licked and nipped his way down. When his knees were on the floor, Maverick's hands found his hair.
He did not take long to get the man’s hardening dick out and into his mouth, swallowing him down to the root. Jake was feeling hungry, too, he was ready to devour.
Mav buckled a little but restrained himself not to choke him. “Aren’t you eager, sweetheart?” His voice was warm, Jake flickered his eyes up to look at him through his lashes and hollowed his cheeks.
Green eyes stared down at him, the hand in his hair moved to caresses his cheek fondly. “So beautiful.” Jake moaned deep in his throat. He took Pete in his hand, licking at the base to his balls and back again, tonguing at the slit. Pete’s fingers was in his hair again, tugging deliciously. “Slow down.”
When Jake didn't comply, he held his own dick and pulled it away from his mouth. He whined pitifully. Mav chuckled at his desperation and touched the head of his cock to his lips, smearing precum on them, Jake’s tongue darted out to get a taste. Pete slapped his dick lightly on his face, he shivered from the top of his head to his toes.
“Pete, let me-“ He tried to get his mouth around that thick cock but the grip in his hair did not relent.
“You want it bad, huh? Open up.” He ordered and Jake did just that. Pete slowly, oh so slowly, fucked his mouth. Jake gripped the man's legs as he drove his cock in halfway and pulled back. Jake loved it, but he wanted more. Mav put only the tip back in his mouth and Jake sucked on it, closing his eyes.
Pete kept his hand in his hair but let him move forward to get what he wanted, finally. Mav was moaning his name from above like a prayer. When he relaxed his throat to take the man deeper, Mav cursed and pushed Jake off his dick completely, he didn’t have time to complain, the man pulled him up and stuck his tongue down his throat instead.
“I wanna come with you inside me.” Mav purred against his mouth and fuck, yes, please.
They quickly went to their bedroon, taking off the remainder of their clothes on the way. Mav lied down on their bed in his naked glory, all tight muscles and tan skin, and spread his legs for him. Just for him. Jake had to stop to gape a little, grinding the heel of his palm on his neglected dick.
Maverick moved to take the lube out of the nightstand and threw it at him. “Are you going to stand there all night?”
Jake reflexes worked and he caught the small bottle in one hand. “Just taking in the view.” He replied with a smirk on his face. Jake wanted this image engraved in his memory.
Pete sucked on his own fingers and moved it between his legs. “I’m going to start without you.”
Jake was on him in a flash, settling between those sinful legs and batting Pete’s hand away.
Jake squeezed some lube on his fingers, circled the puckered hole and stuck one inside past the rim. He sucked bruises on Pete’s hips and kissed his thighs as he moved the finger in and out.
Maverick was panting and squirming. “God, Jake. That's enough, just get in me already." He breathed in, chest rising up.
He tongued the man’s navel before looking up "You sure, baby?"
"Yeah, I want to feel it for days." He groaned and pulled the man into a kiss.
"How do you want it?" He asked kissing down his neck. Maverick turned around to get on his knees and arched his back.
It doesn't matter how many times he's blessed with this scene, it will never not leave him speachless.
He ran his hands on the smooth skin, starting on Pete's thighs, rising up to his ass, giving it a good squeeze, before settling on his hips. He licked a stripe on Mav's spine while using the lube on his hand to slick himself up.
He lined up his hard cock with Pete's pink hole and watched as the head breached him. Maverick groaned at the intrusion.
Jake thrust into him slowly at first, taking his time burying himself to the hilt. The feeling of being inside Pete left every nerve in his body alight. It felt like coming home.
“God, Pete, I missed you so much” They were back together for two weeks now, going at it at every opportunity, trying to make up for lost time, it did not make him any less desperate. He was feeling paticularity insatiable, having Maverick's heat around him was heaven, he wanted to savor it.
He pulled his cock out until only the head was in before slamming it back inside. He was commited to doing it slowly. He kept up the torturous pace, Mav was moving his ass back trying to meet his thrusts. Jake held his hips in place and gave him a slap on that plump ass. He saw Maverick’s whole body tremble.
"Jake, Jake... Please, give it to me hard and fast." There was a sheen layer of sweat on Pete's back, making him glisten and he was whining so prettily, Jake had no choice but to oblige, he tightened his hold on the man's hips and picked up the pace.
“Yesyesyes." Pete cried out loudly fisting at the sheets.
Pete was arching his back so beautifully, his moans music to Jake's ears. The man reached back for him and he pulled Mav up, his back flush against his chest, driving his cock even deeper inside him. He appreciated their height difference so much when he could envelope Pete is his arms like this. He wrapped one arm around his waist and the other across his chest, tweaking a nipple.
"Jake, fuck- I need-" Pete was breathless, he didn't complete the sentence. He just took Jake's hand and guided it upwards to his neck. He understood what the man wanted and held it in firm grip, not choking him, but keeping him grounded.
He could feel Mav's pulse under his fingers. "Fuck, you're so gorgeous with your greedy little hole around me." He said against the side of Pete's face, the moan he got in response sent a warm wave through his body.
"My god, Jake, I want -" Pete sounded wrecked, he felt his own cock twitch inside his tight channel.
"What do you want, baby? Tell me." The heat flared in his belly as he drove his cock inside Mav over and over again.
"I need - fuck Jake - I want to see you." He slowed down and pulled out. Maverick turned around to face him, gripping his shoulder and moving him on his back. The other man straddled his waist, the tip of Jake's dick was caught between his ass cheeks, but he stood still, letting Mav take what he wanted.
Pete ran his blunt nails on his abs to his chest. "You wanted to look at the goods, baby?" He teased running his hands up and down on Mav's sides.
"Jake, you're gorgeous." Maverick ran the pad of his fingers from his brow to the tip of his nose, before grabbing his jaw. He pulled him up and Jake followed to meet his lips.
When they pulled away, Mav's fingers caressed his moist lips before slipping inside. Jake opened his mouth and sucked on the digits, groaning around them while Mav lined himself up with his cock.
Jake gripped Pete's hips so tight it would probably bruise, as he sank down on him slowly, before slamming down fast. The groan Maverick let out left him burning up from the inside out. "God, Jake... You're in so deep."
Jake snaked his arms around Pete, licking at his lips. The handsome man opened his mouth for him then rotated his hips in a different way, they both groaned into each other's mouths at the feeling. Everyone one of his senses were engulfed by Pete. He was all he felt, heard, smelled and tasted.
The man was a vision with his skin flushed, bouncing on his cock, handsome features full of pleasure and he was all his.
"You fuck me so good, sweetheart." Pete tangled his fingers into his hair and pulled his head back. Jake shivered because of the tingles in his scalp and at the praise.
He tighted his hold on Maverick's waist with his right arm, put his left hand on the mattress and he raised his hips to meet Pete's passionate thrusts.
Pete sped up to a brutal pace, riding him erratically, mumbled words affirming how close he was, falling from his lips, his hard dick pressed between them.
"You're going to come untouched, baby? Just from my cock?" Jake drawled close to Pete's ear, leaning into his accent, knowing how much it drove the other man crazy.
A few thrusts later, Maverick's body shook as he came, shooting white ropes on Jake's abdomen, his name on his plump red lips. Mav's blissed out "Cum inside me, Jake" and the way he clenched around him tipped him over the edge, he bit Pete's neck as his orgasm hit him, empting his balls inside the man who held his whole heart in the palm of his hand.
Jake collapsed on the bed taking Mav with him, arm still locked around his waist. He rolled them on their sides and they stood there catching their breaths.
"No one has ever fucked me this good." Pete's voice was a little raspy, green eyes sparkled as they watched him, his cheeks were flushed.
Jake chuckled as he nuzzled at Mav's hair, his softening dick still inside him. "You're just saying that to make me happy." He was boneless, high as he felt inside an F-18.
"It's the absolute truth." Mav grinned than added casually. "I also have never loved anyone like I love you." He heard it many times before, and he can hear it a million more, it always makes his heart beat fast. He slipped his cock out of Maverick and rolled him on his back. Jake leaned on his elbow to look at the man's face, fingers brushing the hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.
"I love you, too." He nipped at the mark he left on Pete's neck then licked a stripe to his mouth.
He put his hand on his abs, gathering the mess Mav made there on his fingers and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean. He saw Mav's limp cock twitch lazily between his legs.
"Dear God, Jake." Mav whimpered sweetly. "Give me a moment here." His hand came up to Jake's cheek, pulling him into a kiss.
They kissed slowly, delighting on each other's tastes. He slipped his arm around Mav pulling him even closer, entwining their legs, their chests touching, heartbeats in sync.