Talk to me, Goose.

A Kiss to Build a Dream On for @shealwaysreads Chapter One: Exercise Frost Sentinel Top Gun: Maverick | Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/Jake “Hangman Seresin | Rated M | Chapters: 1 of 3

"Turns out the Navy doesn’t think we’re up to date on surviving after ejecting in cold environments," Bradley says dryly, adding salad to his plate and nudging the bowl back towards the center of the table. "Can’t imagine why." "Group thing?" Maverick asks, already digging into his food. "Pairs," Bradley says. He shrugs. "Twenty-four hours. How bad can it be?"

or; when a training exercise goes dangerously wrong, Bradley makes a confession and deal with the consequences.

featuring: training exercises gone wrong, emergency sharing body heat, love confessions with plenty of room for misunderstandings, and skiing holidays getting ruined for bradley bradshaw forever

read chapter one on ao3

A Kiss to Build a Dream On for @shealwaysreads Chapter One: Exercise Frost Sentinel Top Gun: Maverick | Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/Jake “Hangman Seresin | Rated M | Chapters: 1 of 3

"Turns out the Navy doesn’t think we’re up to date on surviving after ejecting in cold environments," Bradley says dryly, adding salad to his plate and nudging the bowl back towards the center of the table. "Can’t imagine why." "Group thing?" Maverick asks, already digging into his food. "Pairs," Bradley says. He shrugs. "Twenty-four hours. How bad can it be?"

or; when a training exercise goes dangerously wrong, Bradley makes a confession and deal with the consequences.

featuring: training exercises gone wrong, emergency sharing body heat, love confessions with plenty of room for misunderstandings, and skiing holidays getting ruined for bradley bradshaw forever

read chapter one on ao3

"You gonna do it or what?!"

Chin out, shoulders squared, Jake's message is clear: Punch me. Let's deal with this. Once and for all.

Bradshaw stops in his tracks. He blinks as he thinks, infuriatingly slow, even now.

"Yeah. Yeah, I might."

Three long strides is all it takes for him to close the distance between them, fist his hand in Jake's shirt and tug. Lift his free hand up and-

It takes all of Jake's resolve not to flinch.

But then. Warm palm cups his cheek and soft lips meet his. Once.

But it might as well be forever.

Shiny and perfect on Mav’s driveway, fresh from the sprayer: his mom's car, her last gift, blue like the sky.

Bradley's first legal drive, as familiar as the sofa at home. Freedom tasted like hot asphalt and sea air.

Dented and glass-shattered after the crash that left scars on his face and the knowledge of his alone-ness deep in his bones. No-one for the hospital to call.

Dusty but ever-present in his own garage after long deployments. A tender restoration.

Pulled into an empty lot--engine smoking--keys sharp in his fist. Bradley presses call.

“Hangman? Can you come pick me up?"