β’ They immediatly click when they meet. Mav took one look at that cowboy hat, Wolf took one look at those hideous boots, and they were off, comparing saddles fits, spur makers and how the goddamn Cali heat just doesn't feel like home for all theyre sweating their balls off. They even made a conversation on debating different beef jerky flavours. Mav is adamant the best is the smoked variety but Wolf will dig his own grave before putting anything but the original near his lips.
β’ When Ice confronts Mav in the locker room and tells him he's a cowboy, like there's something wrong with that, Wolf side eyes π him sooo bad with his cowboy hat firmly on using head, that Ice actually blushes a bit and won't make eye contact, but continues arguing with Mav over his slightly illegal maneuver earlier in training.
β’ Mav is from Irving, just outside Dallas and took a few turns round the local rodeo as a barrel racer. He was pretty damned good too, had to be to not die or get his pretty face trampled in for his efforts. Won quite a bit of money outta it too when he took turn at the Dallas rodeo once, but then got too close to a bull and decided to cut his losses while it was still going good for him. Despite all his protests that he's not actually from Dallas, he ended up with Maverick as his callsign. At least it was "Dumbass" like he was threatened with by his CO at the time....
β’ Meanwhile, Wolf is from Cisco, a couple miles east of Abilene on Route 20. He also took part in the local rodeo as a bull rider, but mostly at a juvenile level, and just once in the Fort Worth Rodeo, but pretty quickly decided he didn't like all the pomp and fuss of being in front of a crowd. He joined the Navy to make his momma proud, following in his grandpappys footsteps, only he went the RIO route instead of the midshipman his grandfather had been.
β’ Despite the Texan rivalry of being from a different place, the boys got on great, and gradually became close over the weeks of Top Gun. They'd go out together to the O Club, ignore Ice staring cryptically at Mav amd shoot the shit for hours and then drag each other to one or the others assignment when it got to closing. Than on weekends, Mav would show up to Wolf's with a six pack of beer for the weekly game, Holly usually out entertaining himself for the day or meeting his "flavour of the shore leave", as Wolf oh so delicately put it.av would, without fail root for the Cowboys or the Giants and Wolf would be right with him for the Cowboys, but abhorr his traitor ways to support the Giants. Unless they were up against Washington. Then in that case, Wolf would cheer his heart out for the Redskins and nothing more would be said.
β’ They first started to notice each other as possibly more than friends when Mav fell asleep on Wolfs couch one evening after a long day of training. Viper had more than put them through their paces and Mav had gone up twice at the incentive of more points than Iceman and Slider. He was wiped and barely holding back yawns all through the game. Final scores and game debrief were just wrapping up when Wolf returned from the bathroom and found Mav conked out against the back of the couch. His half warmed beer bottle was held in a loose handed grip in the vee of his legs and his head was lolled back against the back of Wolf's ugly and uncomfortable as shit couch. Poor guy must have been more than tired to fall asleep like that. His mouth was ever so slightly open to let out little whistles of air and Wolf got lost in how pretty he looked in the golden evening sun with his hair flopping down his forehead and his lashes gently brushing his smooth cheekbones. Wolf gingerly sat down right beside him, their thighs brushing and let the old as Nam couch do the rest to let the dip from Wolf's weight gently pull Mavs body down to Wolf's, where he listed to the side ever so slightly, so Mavs head came to perfectly rest on his shoulder, they're bodies pressed together in one long line, so that Mav could get some actual rest, not just a pain in the neck from sleeping on this hellsent couch. When Mav woke up he was still a little sleepy and took a minute to remember where he was. It was hours later and Wolf had a crick in his neck, but the red flush on Mavs cheeks as he rambled about finding a bed and rushing out the door was more than worth it. What a cool friend.
β’ The second time they kinda sorta felt something between them was the volleyball game. Mav had just stripped off his tight white tee and Wolf was having a hard time looking away from the dark trail of hair above his jeans. Damn but the man must have a killer ab workout routine. He'll have to ask Maverick later. He did worry a bit for Mavs sanity wearing jeans like that to the beach though. He was in a sensible pair of cut off shorts and a tee. Mav was so having a bit of a problem taking his eyes away from how Wolf's curls bounced under the sun and his smile lit up his face as they scored another win. Not to mention the eide breath of his shoulders and how those tiny shorts rode up the sides of Wolf's thighs and strained around the front. Heat crept up both their faces, oblivious to the other also looking, blushing and looking away again every few minutes. Miracle of all miracles, no one else seemed to notice them either.
β’ The third time, things finally came to a head when Wolf wandered over to Mavs after class to tell him about the BBQ at Chippers later. Goose was already out with Carole and that adorable son of his, so Wolf just knocked and let himself in. NeiΓΎher Mav or goose were big belivers in standing on ceremony at the best of times, and Wolf knew their base housing as well as his own from all the evening shooting the shit on the porch and roughing with Mav after his team lost all around the living room floor. Mav was no where to be found in the kitchen or living space, so he headed down the hall to the bedrooms. He knocked a few times to no answer and then walked in. Mav was laid out face down on the bed, rolled up in the sheets and twisted up in a way that looked wildly uncomfortable but somehow he was asleep. Only most of a shoulder and half his head, hair still lastly damp but fluffed up on the pillow, were visible. A still damp towel lay on the floor beside the bed, so Wolf figured Mav must have had a shower after class and just collapsed into bed for a nap. He gently shook him by his bare shoulder to incoherent mumble and a half hearted swat to his hand. Wilf tried desperately not to laugh at his fitness adorable sleepy behaviour, and tried again, giving Mav a firm jiggle to his shoulder.
This time, Mav gave a stuttered grunt of disapproval and rolled over, stretching himself out of his previously curled up position. The sheets slipped down as he turned on his stomach and Wolf couldn't bring himself to look away from the bare expanse of his back, firm muscles rippling under smooth tanned skin. Mav sighed gusting and arched his back, his hips going up and his arms fitting in the sheets beside the pillow as he stretched himself out. The sheets slipped further along his hip and Wolf got a brief tantalising glimpse of a tan line just below the curve of his ass, before wheeling on his heels and staring straight at the door, face and neck flushed red as Mavs helmet. Plan B.
Pots and pans from Mavs kitchen made an unholy clatter and tumble as they crashed down from the cabinet to the tile. Wolf stood in disbelief as an unlikely amount of kitchen appliances and metalwork came streamingnout of the the little corner cupboard. Mav came sliding round the edge of the door at the rucous, barely dressed and still half asleep, open eye open, the other still mostly closed.
Wolf tooka a brief moment to coo over how his bed head was fluffing adorably around his ears before looking back to the train wreak thay was still taking place at his feet.
Really, its kinda incomprehensible how many pots was in there. He only wanted the one or two and honestly hadn't expected Mav to own that many pans anyways. Guess he thought wrong.
The pot and pans river slowly tricked to a stop with the last pan lid rolling out, bouncing once, twice, three times and clattering to a stop by Mavs foot.
Mav was just staring with wide eyes at the scene and blushed a little.
But Wolf was now more interested in what Mav was wearing.
He must have been in some rush with all the raucous, he was literally only half dressed, with only his tight white boxer briefs and.... the damned Cowboys hoodie Wolf thought he'd lost after the volleyball game last week!
The hoodie was just big enough to come to the hems of Mavs boxers and engulf his frame. It was oversized on Wolf, but on Mav, even though they were the same size and Mav would damn near bench more than Wolf any day, it swallowed him a little. Wolf breath caught in his throat and he ignored Mavs stuttered side stepping offer of coffee by striding the length of the kitchen over to Mav.
Wolf placed his hand on Mavs cheek, drawing his eyes back from somewhere over Wolfs shoulder to meet his.
"Nothing really say, huh Mav?"
"Guess not Wolfie"
Wold traced little circles in the scruff on Mavs cheek, drawing a delicious shiver from the brunette. He gulped harshly and took the leap.
"Hey, Mav?"
Heavy lidded green met grey-blue.
"Yea" came the breathy whisper.
"Can I kiss you now?"
Mav smiled and nodded, darting out a false of pink tongue to wet his lips before leaning up to him. When they met, it was like fireworks, like getting the perfect hop, like winning that Derby trophy all at once.
Little groans and whimpers fell right in his mouth from Mavs where their lips met and Wolf lapped them all up greedily, hungry for everything Mav would give hum. Consumed with this ridiculous, perfect man, all wrapped up in his kitchen in Wolfs own hoodie and standing in a massive pile of kitchen wares.
Wolf scrunched a hand in his own sweatshirt down at Mavs waist and pulled him right against him. Mav gave as good as he got and wrapped one arm around Wolfs head to direct him as he pleased and the other on Wolfs ass, slipping right down into his jeans pocket.
All bets were off after that, Wolf smoothed a hand down the curves of Mavs spine and down to palm the generous curve of his ass, giving a firm squeeze that had the brunet moaning sweetly straight into his mouth and rolling his body in a grind on Wolf. Heat and list floored Wolf and he could help thumbing the hinge of Mavs jaw and parting from those sweet lips to mouth hotly across that gorgeous neck, leaving little nips and sloppy kisses to the tune of Mavs breathy gasps and low hums.
Mavs hands were roaming all over Wolfs back and up to his hair and tangling in the curls. He gave a little tug on the golden ends and Wolf shuddered and muffled a low groan in the curve of Mavs bare shoulder just above the sweatshirt and sucked another mark in.
Wolf rucked up the sweatshirt to Mavs ribs and tickled his fingers along his ribs, groping along the flat plane of his abs and down to grip his hips and hitch a leg over Wolfs own hip. Mav was delighted at this, laughing into Wolfs mouth as he pulled him back up for more intoxicating kisses. Their kisses were now sloppy from both of them poking and tickling each other.
When did Wolf lose his shirt?
Mav got a good shot in at Wolfs sensitive sides, even as he rolled his upper body away. And if this had any other consequences of, oh say, rubbing their dicks together through the layers of fabric, so Wolf could see Mavs face as he was caught in another wave of ecstasy, head rolling back and plump pink lip caught between his teeth and making those beautiful sounds all for Wolf. Well. What would Wolf know about that?
They kept going, giggling and kissing and half making out in that little kitchen until Wolf slipped on a goddamn pot and landed his ass down on the hard tile, Mav landing right down on top of him.
They stayed like that for a while after,Mav splayed out in Wolfs lap, tracing each other bare skin and trading little kisses all over. By the time Wolf finally remembered what brought him over to Mavs in the first place, they were already an hour late and covered in love bites. And had a new boyfriend.
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