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“Oh watch out, Mav’s in a mood again.”
“Ah, he always is, just leave him be, he’s harmless.”
“Yeah, he’s like a fussy kitten, he’s probably just tired, aren’t you kitty.”
Mav gritted his teeth and slammed his locker open.
“Come on, too good to talk to us? Cat got your tongue?”
“Hey Mav, are you O or somethin?”
“He sure is moody enough, is kitty getting close to his heat?”
“Why don’t you shut your mouth Danny or I’ll put my fat knot in it just to stop hearing your voice, you sound like a horse.” Mav said whipping around.
“Come over here and give it your best shot, big boy.” The other pilot responded, just as cocky.
“Nah, on second thought, I’d rather not be anywhere near a mouth that licks boots and kisses asses like yours does.”
“Oh he’s got jokes now, very funny kitten.” Danny said creeping forward.
“It’s not a joke, its only a matter of time before they name an STD after you. ‘Ugh, I can’t believe I have Danny-Black-is-a-castrated-loser-with-a-fat-head-itis again! I guess I sucked up to Captain Ryan’s a little too much this week.’” Mav said, imitating the other pilots drawl.
Danny lashed out after that, shoving Mav hard into his open locker. The smaller alpha slammed his head on the door but didn’t stop smiling.
“You a little excited Black? You like putting your hands on other alphas? Does that get you going?” Mav asked, nodding at the other pilots oddly timed bulge.
Black was seething by now, struggling to explain the hard on they all got from flying that hadn’t softened despite his argument with Mav. To be fair, Mav’s hadn’t either, but it was most embarrassing to be called out first.
“Fuck off Mitchell, nobody likes putting their hands on you.”
Mav just laughed again and turned back to his locker. He wasn’t surprised when Danny shoved him against it again before storming out.
The small alpha shrugged it off and undressed, he’d probably be a little upset with himself later when he realized that the back of his head was sore and that he’d busted the bridge of his nose the second time Danny had shoved him, but for now he didn’t care.
He walked in his towel to the showers. There were a few people left lingering, but they were ignoring him. Except for Kazansky.
The seasoned pilot glanced at him as he put his towel on a hook and stepped into the shower room. He felt embarrassed for a moment, being hard and nude in front of the man that had seen more than most of them combined. He glanced away from the older alpha and rinsed himself off.
The whole room stank of alpha, and usually it would be an immediate turn off, but under the hot water Mav started to flush. He was done with his shower and Ice had gone back to his locker, but he was still hard. Even with the gross smell of his fellow pilots and the witnesses, he was still hot and heavy.
He rolled his eyes at himself and left with his towel, glancing around skittishly. Back at his locker his face was red hot as he gently situated himself in his briefs. His breath hitched softly as he cupped himself, trying to get comfortable. He bit his lip in concentration, his ears burning as he reached for his jeans, his bulge looked obscene resting on his thigh and he bit his lip harder. He thought if this shit was going to happen to him it would have happened in flight school or bootcamp, not at his very first assignment where despite his temperament he wanted to be liked.
“So it’s kitten now, is it?” Kazansky said casually, now dressed and twirling a comb in his hand.
Mav’s shoulders jumped as the older alpha surprised him.
“Not me, I heard Danny Black was kitten.”
“Ah, that’s good news then, for a moment, with a name like that, I thought you were O. I see that I was wrong.”
The older blond flicked his eyes at his newest pilot’s tight underwear, perfectly painted onto his neat little ass, and putting his nice little package on display. Ice truly didn’t mind the view. He’d considered Mitchell being omega, but after just a few weeks he knew that wasn’t the case. He was going to be a great pilot someday, but for now he was a trouble maker. Even as section leader Ice didn’t mind the trouble though, everyone was more vigilant when Mitchell was around, so as long as he kept taking his punishments like a good boy, everything would be okay.
Except, Ice kind of wanted to know what kinds of things made Mitchell blush like that.
Mav’s mouth was so dry as Iceman checked him out. Hadn’t they just agreed he wasn’t O? He got hit up a lot for favors because of his stature, but this seemed different, Iceman was really checking him out and smiling predatorily at him.
And he was still hard, which Ice had noticed, and he was still looking at him like that.
It was unprofessional, sure Ice was aware of that, but being in the Navy more than a decade now he knew that there were more unprofessional things that he could do.
“You know, just because you’re not Danny Black’s kitten doesn’t mean it doesn’t suit you.” The older man said secretively.
Maverick tossed his head and rolled his eyes, looking at the alpha ten years his senior like he was nuts.
But Ice was smiling at him, and he knew it was over because his face was so hot and his dick was still uncomfortably stuffed in the front of his briefs, and he didn’t really like alphas, or even older women, but he couldn’t look away from Tom Kazansky.
The scent of him was all over the locker, minty from the stuff he’d combed through his dirty blond hair, and like evergreen trees. Mav started to wonder if that was he real scent, if he smelled like that everywhere, if next time he lost his head and acted out if Iceman would make him get down on his knees in the briefing room and take him in his mouth and he’d smell like pine trees down there too.
Ice saw his eyes get wide, staring in his direction, the heavy blush on his cheeks looked almost painful now.
“You look flushed Mitchell, why don’t you finish getting dressed like a good boy and I’ll walk you to the barracks, you could be having heat stroke.”
“Ok.” Mav nearly stuttered over the word, struggling to balance as he pulled his jeans on. The only time he broke eye contact with the sexy older man across from him was when he did his zipper, there he hissed and closed his eyes in pain.
Iceman clicked his tongue in pity, still with that damn smile. HIs shiny white teeth were like the sparkling white spray on a crashing wave, Mav was hypnotized, like he could taste salt on his own lips. He pulled his shirt over his head hastily, flattened his damp hair under a ratty ball cap, pocketed his wallet and keys, then slowly closed his locker, stunned at how eager he was to do something he’d never thought of before.
He’d never been into alphas, or men, or older men, and Ice was always telling him what to do and he hated it, but it was different right now, those blue eyes pierced right through him, how the fuck had Tom even known he’d be good for him?
They walked in silence. Mav was lost in thought, anxious to get into a room with locking doors and find out what Ice wanted with him. Was he going to suck off a hot older man? A hot older man who flew with ease, who always sounded fresh over the radio, who smelled like sweat and coffee, who was tall and sturdy with soft shiny hair that Mav wanted to touch.
How would they do it? That’s what he wanted to know, not if Ice’s freckles were all over his body and not just on his nose, or if the rosy pink of his lips showed up anywhere else on his body, or if he ever blushed.
Was he going to take a dick? Was he going to suck him off, or would they do doggy? Ice liked to stare, would Mav be on his back? Or on top? Would Ice make him ride for his first time? What would happen after? Wait, was he going to bottom? Was Ice more leg or more torso? If he took it on his back would his face be in Ice’s chest, did Ice have hair on his chest? Would that be weird? If he sucked him off would he be blond everywhere? Was he supposed to have trimmed? Should he have showered better?
“What number?”
“Huh?” Mav said after a long beat.
“Nevermind.” Ice chuckled, holding the door to the barracks stairwell open for the smaller pilot.
When Mav got to the second floor he froze.
“Where are we.”
Ice laughed brightly and took Mav under his arm like they were old friends and strolled down the hallway.
“This is my place, you spaced out on me and wouldn’t tell me your apartment number.” Ice said unlocking a door.
“I did?”
Ice laughed louder and pushed him inside.
Mav didn’t even look around inside and waited facing the door for Ice to turn away from the key hook on the wall. When they were facing each other the smaller man drifted forward, staring at Ice’s lips which quirked into a big smile. Mav frowned and kissed him, not wanting to be laughed at. He was being good, wasn’t that what Ice had asked of him? He shouldn’t be laughing, and he probably could have shaved a little better because he was scratchy. He heard the knock of his ball cap falling to the floor distantly.
Ice took his jaw in both big hands and pushed his tongue between the smaller alpha’s lips. Mav may have kissed him first but Ice was definitely in charge. When Mav was leaning into him again the blond took one hand off his face and took a handful of his ass. Mav twitched away from the hand and closer to Ice, in no way used to being grabbed like that, not by hands that could easily palm him through his jeans.
Ice really smelled like trees.
The whole place did. It smelled like trees and Ice was salty. Was it sweat? Was it something else? What if Ice did this with everyone? What if he took hotshots back to his room and made them act nice and he didn’t actually want anything to do with Mav?
Would Mav still blow him if he asked for it? Would he still let Ice take him on his hands and knees?
Yeah probably. He’d never been this turned on in his life.
“Are you clean Maverick?”
“Yeah.” He whispered, leaning in to have Ice’s mouth on his again.
“Tell me again.” The older man said, holding him at short distance by his throat.
Mav gulped.
“I’m clean, I got a panel before I came to California.”
“Good. I got mine two weeks ago.”
Ice smiled at him and gave his neck a slight squeeze. Mav’s eyes fell shut as Ice’s grip on him shifted, a short exhalel ghosting over the blond’s forearm. Then they were kissing again. Mav was fucking drunk on this. Fuck, he was a whole alpha and he was gripping Ice’s shirt to stay upright just so he could keep kissing him and breathing his scent.
Then Ice’s hands were back on his ass, pulling him forward, then one went in between them, Ice’s wide palm with long slender fingers cupping him through his jeans.
Oh my god its too tight, holy fuck his hand is hot.
“F fu uck.” The smaller man exhaled harshly, twitching closer again, anything for more pressure, anything for relief.
“Amazing. Can you even breathe in these Mav?” Ice asked, tugging on his jeans where he was able slip one long finger into the alpha’s waistband, the other hand lifting up slightly against the perfect, warm, swollen bulge in the front of his pants.
“Come on Mav, walk for me.”
“Ahokay.” The smaller man said, allowing Ice to back him up into the bedroom. The blond pushed the wooden door closed with his foot and popped the button on Mav’s jeans. He held the other alpha up by his elbows while Mav toed off his boots. To Ice’s delight he shrank an inch when he stepped out of them, the fashion heels clunking on the floor. Then Mav was messing with his own jeans so Ice helped him tug them down and step out of them.
“Very nice.” Ice said, dragging a calloused finger under his shirt, feeling his tight abs and the rough dark hair trailing down his navel.
Mav blushed and blinked slowly, pulling his shirt off from the collar.
“Can I see?” He asked Ice, pulling on his shirt.
The blond laughed loudly again and acquiesced. Mav drank it in, one hand on the blond’s hip as he realized that Ice had freckles everywhere and his rosy nipples were lighter than his lips because Mav had kissed him so much, and he had a trail of shiny golden hair from his chest to his v-line. Ice started walking him backward into the bed and working on his black leather belt at the same time.
Mav sat when his knees hit the edge, but Ice didn’t stop walking until Mav’s face was an inch away from his button fly.
He knew Mav wasn’t gay, he wouldn’t really call himself gay either but being in the Navy he’d learned that he just liked other people, not necessarily women and omegas. He wondered if Mav was the same way.
And this wasn’t the same young stud that had gotten under Black’s skin in the locker room, this was a sweet young man with good boy eyes and a busted nose leaning in to tug on Ice’s waist band with his teeth, looking up the older’s flat stomach.
Ice held him by the chin for a moment, then switched to grip his thick black hair instead, pulling his head back and making his throat go tight. The smaller man was breathing heavier still looking at him and god if this wasn’t Ice’s favorite. He loved people, but something about a baby alpha like Maverick who was too new to resist the command of anyone older than him, who would be bratty until someone took special interest in him and guided him to what they both wanted, was what he liked the most.
Ice unbuttoned his jeans with his free hand, smiling when Mav helped him shuck the denim down his sharp hips. He kicked the crumpled pants from his bare feet and crawled onto the bed, Maverick scooting to make room for him, unknowingly giving Ice what he wanted. The small alpha’s sturdy legs were splayed out, ready for Ice to kiss them starting at the knee, then the thighs. Mav let him kiss and suck for a while, only pushing him back with the heel of his hand when Ice took a generous amount of soft inner thigh into his hot mouth and bit down.
“The fuck? D’you jus bite me?”
Ice snapped his teeth at his now upright partner, sitting back on his heels.
“Sorry, I won’t bite you anymore if you don’t want me too. We both know you’re gonna be good for me either way.”
Mav blushed and looked away.
“S’okay, you can do what you want, just not sure how many alphas get love bites there without bottoming for another alpha.”
“You wanna top?”
Mav stopped and looked at him, first confused, then lost. He slowly shook his head.
“I don’t think I can.”
“You don’t think you can top me? Can’t make me be sweet for you?”
“You don’t have the parts I’m used to, I don’t think it would feel good.”
“You’re cute.”
Maverick turned his face away again and Ice crept in on him, wanting to feel the hot blush on the smaller man’s cheek against his lips. He let his hands roam, toying with the alpha’s briefs, tracing his back, gripping the hair at the bottom of his skull, leaving wet kisses on his face and neck, pressing hard enough for Maverick to feel his teeth and leave tiny pink lines in his warm skin. He could feel the younger’s hands on him, mostly holding his shoulders or biceps, squeezing as he rolled his head from side to side, lost in Ice’s touch.
When Maverick got more comfortable, more confident, he sought out Ice’s lips with his own, licking at the soft pink mouth that had been teasing most of his upper body for the past few minutes. Ice smiled, opening to his tongue, letting him try, letting him nick his tongue on a mature alpha’s sharp teeth for the first time, letting him see if he liked it. But he had to do it from Ice’s lap because the blond wanted his muscular thighs spread across his, his knees slipping on the bedspread until his hips were straining and he needed Ice to hold him up, his tiny little briefs digging into the crease of his hips as they flexed.
Mav made a tiny sound as the taste of blood filled Ice’s mouth, but he didn’t stop, he got more aggressive, a young alpha needy for the taste of it not caring that it was his own. Only then did Ice touch him. Letting Mav lead the kiss he ever so gently pulled those little white shorts below the alpha’s balls, letting the elastic pull up on them as his cock stood proud against his belly. Mav moaned again, louder this time, his hot breath tickling Ice’s cheek.
Then Ice got a hand on him and Mav had to pull away.
Ice’s palm was fucking hot, and dry, and calloused.
“Too rough?” Ice laughed at him.
But Mav just nodded, bracing his elbows on the bigger man’s shoulders, lacing his fingers together.
“Aww, Maverick you’re just too perfect, you’re about to let me jack you off dry?”
“What was I suppossed to do tel tell you no?”
“You can say no to me Mitchell, I don’t wanna hurt you baby.”
Mav shoved at his chest when he said the pet name, quietly lamenting the loss of Ice’s tight hold on him.
“Lay back Mav, I wanna make you feel good. You’re sweeter than I thought you’d be.”
“I’m not sweet.”
“Are too, you should see yourself, all curled toward me, hanging on my every word, letting me mess with you. Its textbook.”
Ice pushed him onto his back , following him down and using his heavy arms to pin the smaller man’s thighs wide open. Mav bit the blankets by his head when Ice took him on his tongue without warning.
It was hot, way too hot, and slippery and wet and hot, and tight then loose, and he was moving his tongue all over the fucking place, you’d think you’d never gotten head before Mitchell get a fuckin grip!
He breathed heavy through his nose, the muscles in his thighs jumping as Kazansky pulled back, then pushed forward, tight then loose, backward then forward, hot and wet and slick, oh and Mav could hear him, hear his throat click as he breathed without clamping his teeth closed, how he swallowed around the cock on his tongue.
It built and built. It wasn’t loose anymore, it was just boiling hot and Mav was so close, that feeling he couldn’t quite describe was close now.
“Kaz- Kazansky, I’m, m’done, m’gonna cum if you don’ stop.” He choked, tapping the other pilot on the head.
Ice pulled back and rested his cheek on the smaller man’s knee, smiling, a joyful laugh ringing between them.
“Stop doing that.” Mav grunted.
“Doing what?”
“Laughing at me! There’s nothing funny about this, you’re the one that came onto to me, you wanted it with me, you can’t laugh at me.”
“Oh Mitchell I’m not laughing at you, I’d never laugh at you, you’re just the best lay I’ve had in a long time, I’m happy you’re here.” Ice said genuinely.
It was such a nice thing to say when Mav felt so out of his comfort zone and dead set on finishing this thing, so all he could do was pretend to barf and put his still socked foot against the older alpha’s significant bulge.
But Ice just shifted his jaw and raised an eyebrow before stripping the sock off his foot. Suddenly Mav could feel every button on his boxers and the heat of him through the thin fabric was practically burning the sole of his foot. He quickly pulled his foot off, the intimacy made him a little nervous even though Ice was clearly embracing it.
Ice had sucked him off, maybe he should return the favor.
He got on his knees and crawled into the older alpha’s personal space, watching his face incase Ice wanted him to stop. The blond let him pull his boxers down, let him pause and take it all in. Ice was pretty big. The hair there was curly, and light like the hair on his head, and trimmed. He was cut, the decent sized member pointing up toward his belly. His balls were proportional with the same light colored hair, and they were scorching hot in Mav’s hand. He’d never fondled another man, he did what he liked but he had no way of knowing what it actually felt like to Ice.
Yeah he’d be better off with his mouth.
As he leaned in to take the bigger man on his tongue Ice stopped him with a hand in his hair.
“Thank you baby, but that’s not how I want you.”
“I don’t think I can take it inside. I think its too big.” Mav replied after a moment, eyes frowning a little.
“You’re right, definitely not inside, but I have a different idea.”
Mav tilted his head in curiously. Every time he got nervous, it seemed, Ice would call him baby and his fears would melt away.
“Face the headboard on your hands and knees.”
Mav did so, interested in how Ice was going to make this work, He looked back over his shoulder and Ice was laughing at him again.
“What now?” He snapped.
“You’re just too damn cute. You’ve still got a sock and your underwear on. At least lose the shorts, I have to grab something. I’ll be right back, kay?”
Mav nodded, stepping off the bed to shuck his briefs into the growing pile of clothes on Ice’s floor. Ice stepped into the bathroom for a moment, leaving Mav loitering nude at his bedside. Somehow Mav felt less embarrassed being fully nude, maybe because the shame had been beaten out of him in bootcamp, or maybe because there was no way to mistake him as anything other than an alpha now.
Either way, when Ice came back to him he didn’t try to hide his hard on, so the blond got a second good look at what he was working with.
Ice thought he was perfect. His cock was short and thick, the little patch of hair above it was nicely trimmed as of maybe a few days ago. Ice had no doubts that Mav got play with the girls, he was a charming smart ass with a tight figure, surely even someone like himself was blameless for wanting a taste. And he was cut too. Ice wondered why. Thiis young alpha didn’t seem like the religious type. Maybe he was supposed to be and never made it to his own baptism, his life was tragic like that, wasn’t it?
“Hop back on the bed, hands and knees.”
“Why? You gonna tie me up or something?”
“No, just gonna get you ready.” Ice chuckled.
“I thought you said I wasn’t taking it today?” Mav asked as he compiled.
“Today? You wanna take it tomorrow then?” Ice asked with an eyebrow raised.
Mav flamed red.
“No, you’re not taking me and I meant that. I have something else in mind.”
Mav stopped questioning him. Clearly he had a plan, and Ice was cautious to the point of being annoying when they flew together, so Mav wasn’t worried. But as he watched Ice open the bottle of lube he’d grabbed and start to slick his own cock, the flame of interest burned the smaller alpha from the inside out. Now that perfect cock, the piece any man would be envious of, was red and wet and shiny and hard and Mav’s.
As Ice got on the bed behind him Mav turned his head to watch.
“The fuck are you doing?” He asked as Ice poured more lube into his palm and moved it in the direction of the smaller man’s perky bottom.
“Relax, I don’t make promises as jokes. Spread your legs a little.”
“You know there’s nothing between them though, right? No matter how much people want it there isn’t some pretty pink little slit down there for you to fuck. I’ll never go into heat, you can’t knock me up. I’m an alpha. You know this don’t you?” Mav said, unsure why he was being so aggressive.
He wanted this with Ice didn’t he? He’d liked everything so far and he didn’t want to stop now.
“Hey.”
“What?” Mav snapped, falling to one side so he could see Ice better, the frown on his face made the cut on his nose sting.
“Lets try this some other time, it doesn’t seem like you actually want to be here.” Ice told him, an unreadable expression on his face.
“No, I’m fine, we can finish. Just do what you’re gonna do.”
“Look I know you made some agreement with yourself and that’s why you’re being so persistent, but I’m not interested in fucking someone who doesn’t want me to fuck them. And the more you have to convince yourself to do this with me, the worse I feel. I’m not going to hurt you Mav, you can’t make me do this by telling me to get on with it.”
Mav felt his face fall. He hadn’t meant to be that much of an ass. He was hard as nails waiting for Ice to show him what he was going to do, but he couldn’t help himself, he was so damn insecure.
“No, no, Kazansky I— I want to finish this I just— I’ve almost done this before one time, kind of, I really like you I just thought maybe what you want from me I can’t give you. I don’t know how I’m supposed to take you without taking you or using my mouth so I thought maybe you didn’t believe me when I said I wasn’t O, a lot of people don’t. I don’t— you don’t scare me or anything I just don’t know what I’m doing.” Mav said honestly.
Ice had stood and was leaning against the bed post, hand still dripping wet. Mav crawled across the bed to him, grabbing him by the wrist to pull him closer.
Ice’s serious face broke into a smile when he saw the sincerity in Mav’s face and he followed him back onto the bed.
“Here’s what’s going to happen then.” Ice said with a gleam in his eye.
“This” he held up his slick hand “is going on your inner thigh, and then you’re going to put your legs together and I’m going to fuck your thighs, okay with that?”
Mav nodded quickly, blushing.
“Perfect.” Ice said, the gleam turning a little predatory.
Mav got back on his hands and knees with his legs apart. The lube was slightly cool as Kazansky spread it where he wanted it. Mav felt light headed the more he thought about it. The alpha’s perfect cock going between his legs, the hot thing touching him where almost nobody bothered to, the friction they couldn’t prevent because of the fine soft hair that thinned and disappeared the higher Ice’s fingers climbed up his leg. Ice’s sharp hips pressing against the soft curve of his ass, his strength testing Mav’s as he snapped and Mav held steady, squeezing his legs just right to make Ice finish between them, his knot sitting hot and large between his thighs.
Ice tapped his leg, asking him to move his knees together.
“Tighten up for me sweetheart.” He laughed, leaning over Mav slightly with his larger body as if they were actually doing doggy, luckily for him he was to far away for Mav to bite him or pinch him.
Regardless, he brought his knees together. He was curious what it would feel like when Ice pushed into the slit he was making with his legs, but his imagination was pretty far off from what it actually felt like.
It was very intimate.
Ice groaned as he slipped in and Mav hung his head between his shoulders.
Ice was hot. Hotter than the wetness smeared on his legs, and he was fairly long. Mav’s face burned as he just kept pushing until his pelvis was tight against the hard muscle of his ass. Ice was long enough that when he rocked against Mav he nudged behind his balls. The smaller man exhaled a tiny tiny sigh the first time it happened but Ice heard him anyway.
“Is this good for you too?”
Mav nodded, more focused on Ice’s thrusts and his heavy breaths that felt like a warm breeze against his shoulder blades.
Ice leaned down and pressed a kiss to the middle of his back, the smaller man’s skin was scorching hot against his mouth and he smelled so good. Mav was starting to sweat a little, the more vulnerable he got with Ice, the more affected he was, the warmer he got. His scent was blooming between them like a grocery store flower, unnaturally fragrant and so perfect. Ice licked the knobs of his spine with a flat tongue, wanting to taste him, knowing he’d taste like salt and not laundry detergent, but oh Ice could imagine. It was like line drying fresh clothes in his back yard and the hot summer breeze was bringing the scent and the sea spray into this room where Mitchell was all his, and neither of them had to be ashamed or scared or defensive or shy.
He got his still slick hand on Mav’s cock and gave it a squeeze.
The alpha’s head rolled to the side Ice’s arm was on and that perfect bratty mouth nipped at his shoulder..
He wished he could see Mav’s face, his hot pink cheeks, the blush trailing over the cut on the bridge of his strong nose, his eyes half open as he huffed the scent of an older alpha, his wet little mouth desperate for the taste of him, his instincts telling him to bite down, but all he could do was nip because Ice was making him feel so good.
Ice stroked him at about the same pace he was thrusting, but staggered so Mav stayed still on the bed.
He dropped his head onto Mav’s back again as the younger man tightened the strong muscles of his groin and inner thigh, they were tighter than was decent from his few years of being a pilot and Ice felt himself get closer and closer as the tendons jumped against his cock and Mav made little choking sounds and tried to twitch his hips further into Ice’s hands.
Mav’s alpha scent was clouding his head and all he could see was a strong, tan back and Mav was hot and tight around him and his tip was bumping into Mav’s drawn up balls and they were both so close, and Ice was evil. As he tipped over the edge he took his hand away, just to see what Mav would do. Would he come? Just from being good for an older man? Or would he whine and beg for Ice to help him finish?
Mav made a slightly distressed noise when Ice let him go and used that big strong hand to grip his hip instead, then his hands slipped on the bedspread, his torso flat against the soft covers. He turned his head to the side and Ice saw the sparkle of a tear in the corner of his eye, then he knotted the tiny space Mav had made for him between his legs.
He mindlessly kissed at Maverick’s spine as he came back to himself, thanking him over and over as he rubbed his cheeks and throat against Mav’s skin, leaving his scent where he’d have to help Mav wash later.
When he was conscious enough to sit back, his knot still swollen and trapped between Mav’s thighs, he sat with one knee bent, pulling Mav into his lap. He kissed the smaller alpha’s face where only one, maybe two tears, had dripped down his cheeks. One hand petted his hair and the other one held him in place by his chest. Mav’s lower back kept his knot trapped between them and let him enjoy the rest of his high as he fussed over his younger partner.
Mav was breathing pretty hard, he thought, and stroked over his chest and collar bones comfortingly, but Mav wouldn’t calm. He tossed his head from side to side on Ice’s shoulder and only then did the blond look down.
His white spend was all over Mav’s stomach and cock, but so was Mav’s. The smaller man had cum too, what Ice had given him had been enough, and now his knot was angry and red where it rested against his sticky thigh, the tight bulge of it painted with Ice’s cum in a way that had Ice grinning and nipping behind Maverick’s ear.
“You are perfect Pete Mitchell.” He whispered and wrapped his palm around the heavy knot to help Mav settle.
The smaller man pressed his warm forehead against Ice’s throat and his heaving breaths calmed until Ice could hardly feel them kissing his clavicle.
They sat like that until Ice’s back was burning from the evening sun coming through the window and they were both uncomfortably sticky and tired and cramped. Ice happily led them to the shower, holding Mav by the shoulders and running his fingers through his hair while the shorter man took shy peaks up at him.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed you know. I know I bossed you around in there but that was the best sex I’ve ever had Mitchell, don’t be shy around me.”
“There’s no way that a guy who fucks anyone can have the best sex of his life on a random Wednesday after PT and drills. You’re just saying that so I don’t feel bad.”
“No I’m serious.”
“That’s so unlikely. I’m sure you have some story about some sex club overseas where a male omega and a female alpha did things to you that you didn’t know were possible and you just don’t want to tell me because I’m calling you out.”
“You have a colorful imagination Maverick, but I really haven’t done the things you say. I’ve slept with less than twenty people in my life, you just happened to catch my interest and I’m very glad you did because that was the best sex I’ve had, seriously.”
“You’re willing to fuck another alpha’s legs and you’ve only slept with twenty people? Did you select me for this or something?”
“Good lord. No. Mitchell, I hate the way you fly but I love watching you mouth off to all the other hotshots in our squadron. I think you’re witty, quick, you have a perfect body, beautiful green eyes, and I’ve watched you enough to know that you only follow instructions when you’re motivated by the outcome. I wanted to fuck you because I like you.”
Mav opened and closed his mouth a couple times. Ice smiled at his once again flushed cheeks, his messy black hair, and the quick swipe over his lower lip that he did with his tongue before he kissed Ice hard on the mouth.
Ice made him stop so he could turn the shower on, but they got right back to it as the room heated up and the blond lost the sight of Mav’s perfect ass to the foggy mirror.
‘Twenty people isn’t that many for a pilot,’ Mav thought.
‘He must do relationships.’
‘I’m so fucked.’