#hollywolf fluff

The first time Ice really thinks everything will be okay again is on the transport plane back to Miramar after the Layton mission. He's won the Top Gun trophy. Maverick is flying again. He's friends with him now, or so it seems. Ice doesn't know exactly but it feels like it. Wingmen.

Maverick, Mav is sitting on his right side, Slider on his left, both of them napping, both of them slightly twisted towards him, as far as that's possible with the seat belts, their knees bumping against his each time there's a slight rumble. Their heads are dangerously close to falling down on each of Ice's shoulders, too. He wouldn't mind though, not at all. 

Across from him, Hollywood is grinning at him. He's in a similar position, Wolfman sleeping on his shoulder. They are an open secret. Nobody talks about them. History will simply say they were close friends but yet, here they are, definitely more than friends. It'd be a lie to say Ice hasn't thought about both Slider and Mav in a similar way. Ice smiles back at Wood. 

Almost demonstratively, Wood wraps his arm around Wolfman, then points with his eyes first at Slider, then at Mav, then back at Ice. 

Ice understands and wants to put his arms around both of them, hold them close, cuddle them. And actually why not? If Wood and Wolf can do it, why not them, too? Ice shuffles a bit and manages to wriggle each of his arms around their backs, hands resting on their hips. Wood nods, smiling knowingly. Then he rests his head on Wolf’s and closes his eyes. 

Simultaneously, Mav's arm wraps around Ice's belly and his head drops against his arm. As if he'd only waited for it, Slider's arm follows suit, resting on top of Mav's, while his head falls on Ice's shoulder. A warm tingly feeling arises in Ice's belly. 

Cargo plane seats are uncomfortable as hell but here and now, being cuddled by these two menaces of men, he wouldn't change it for anything in the world. 

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