#mulitmav

Beau huffed a fond laugh through the phones speaker at the nickname, just as Mav knew he would. Mav felt an answering small smile stretch the corners of his mouth.

"So Beau, when will you be home? I have something I wanna show you and- Nothing Bad, I promise!! Just a little something for you and maybe a little for me too, and I just really want to show you how much you mean to me, cause really darling, you are absolutely everything to me and I dont say it enough and- God I'm rambling. You're so hot and amazing and beautiful Beau, you don't even know how crazy you make me."

Silence down the line.

"So, uhhh when will you be home?"

No answer.

"Cy?"

"C'mon Cy, gimme something here, I promise its nothing bad, I've been really good all day, no, all week!! I didn't even buzz the tower!" Mav was whining now, even he could hear it, but damn if he didn't have better things to do right now than this. Why was it so goddamn hard to set up a little suprise for his lover??? All day, Bradley stops by, Mav loves the kid and always has and will, but he does not love his timing. His baby birds visit set him back more than a half hour and left him scrambling to catch up before Beau came back from the office.

Mav shivered through a light breeze and put the finishing touches on his big suprise. "Cy??"

Mav adjusted a strap that had been digging into his thigh and eagerly clambered onto the bed, crawling from the foot towards the pillows. He shivered again, in a more pleasant manner at the feel of their bedsheets on his skin and outfit. He could already feel the arousal flaring hot through his bdoy and centre on his cock. Cy would be home any minute now, he can be good and wait.... Only he still hadn't replied.

Mav pouted at the lack of his lovers voice. He very delicately turned around onto his front, careful to not disturb his display or his thoughtfully prepared outfit and again tried reaching his lover.

"Honey, did the line break up? Are you-"

Beau was in the doorway.

Mav flushed red, he hadn't even had time to prepare!!!! His hair was still a mess and half the remaining flower petals from the little trail from their front door all the away to where Beau was now standing were still in the packaging, not on the bed surrounding Mav with the rest of the half dozen roses Mav had picked up.

"Beau! You're uhh early back sweetheart!"

"Pete...." Beau was still stood stock still in the doorway, frozen and eyes fixed on where Mav lay mostly unclothed in their bed, surrounded by roses and petals, but mostly he couldn't tear his eyes away from..... the red lace panties stretching over Mavs barely covered bulge, cupping his half hard cock indecently. The seams were comfortably lining the crease where Mavs thighs met his groin and the little straps he had been fiddling with earlier wrapped lovingly around his thigh thighs and drew even more attention to his arousal. As if Beau had anywhere else he could direct his attention. His last vestige of sanity was shredded when Mav shifted a little until the scrutiny and something moved up around the waistband.

Fucking little red bows. Tiny delicate bows with a little drop pearl hanging down just below where Mavs deliciously sexy happy trail disappeared teasing under those goddamn glorious panties.

"Uhhhh suprise baby???"

"Oh fuck Pete, God you're too gorgeous"

Pete laughed nervously at his vehemence and took a breath before spreading his legs slightly, thighs straining the lace oh so slightly and making his cock dribble against where it rubbed the silky material, and giving Cy the full view of his birthday suprise.

"Happy Birthday Sweetheart"

((Please excuse the horrible lack of dialogue on Cyclones part, he was trying to retain some blood flow to his upper head and not pass out at how hot Mav is. Also, he called Mav to complain about how he had put in for a request to lower the hard deck for a training exercise and also that Mav had left wet towels on the bathroom floor that morning))

U- "Under a new light" (Icemav) Teens and up Rating!

Ice strides into the carrier shower rooms, whistling jauntily. Life was good. He had beaten his own previous flight patterns and efficiency scores on the hop, was back flying with Mav on his wing and was up for a promotion in a few months according to both scuttlebut and the ship Commander. Fuck yes. Life was great.

Ice stopped by his locker to grab his towel and toiletries before heading to his preferred shower, furthest to the back. He liked his privacy, sue him. You can only get so much of your own space in the Navy. After a quick shower, even by his standards, he took a walk around the ship, going to a few berths, the commons grounds and mess. Everywhere he went he refused to admit he was looking through the crowds for a short stocky figure with an unruly shock of pitch black hair. Just as well he wasn't looking, cause he was no where to he found.

Not that Ice was looking, of course.

Its only, despite being wingmen now, he never actually saw much of Mav these days. No matter where he went, he wouldn't even casually tun into the shorter pilot. Ice wouldn't admit it was starting to get to him.

Ice huffed and gave up for today. They had a sortie tomorrow anyways and Mav couldn't avoid him forever not it he wanted to fly anyways. Ice smirked, he'd definitely be seeing g Mav tomorrow. The man never passed up the opportunity to fly, it was like the best thing in the world tk him. Nothing existed to Mav when he flew, it was like he and the plane became one. It was beautiful to see him fly, Ice was in awe the first time he ever seen the far away little figure with red and black on their helmet hop down from the F-14 after that first flight in TopGun. He hadn't been able to look away since.

If anything he's only looked closer since getting to know Mav more. How the younger man smiles when his favourite food is on in the mess, how sleepy he gets after and adrenaline crash, how the high of flying makes his green eyes sparkle, his grin just a touch manic and his hair stand up on end. In other words, adorable. There's few thing more pretty to Ice that Mav after a good flight.

Ice couldn't even pinpoint when his feelings for Mav shifted, just one day he saw Mav under a new light, laughing hysterically at some stupid thingsider said under the mess lights to be specific, and it suddenly hit him right in the chest that he couldn't imagine never seeing that smile again.

Ice sighs again and the smile he didn't even know he had dropped from his face. Too bad he hadn't seen the menace in over 3 days. For a carrier with limited space and no privacy, that was damned impressive of Mav.

The stale air below deck felt suffocating and having given up on his Mav search, Ice decided to head for above deck for a while. He popped up the ladder and headed down the carrier deck to a little known kidder spot. He found it entirely on accident one day and found that when you tucked right into the little alcove in the metal sheeting, you were shielded from the laments on deck and other eyes, and it was just big enough to fit comfortably by yourself.

A gust of chilled wind between through Ice and despite his dammed callsigm, he wasn't actually made of ice. He shivered and lenegthend his steps, reaching the little divot before the alcove and slipping in for some peace and quiet.

"Oof"

Two bodies collided and froze all at once.

Ice jumped back, admittedly not far considering the limited space and looked down, down to the bright green eyes and familiar handsome face he'd been looking for since the hop.

"Mav?"

"Uh, I- Hey Ice"

Mav was still wrapped up in his flightsuit, zipped up to his chin against the cold, he must have been out here for a while....hiding.

"You've been avoiding me"

Mav blinked up at him, God he really was so much smaller than Ice like this, all pressed up against him. Ususay it didn't come up Md Mavs ego more than filled the space around him, so Jce never really noticed just how much of a height difference there was between them. Well, up till now. With Mavs firm and muscled body pressed right up against his chest like this, Ice was holding back shivers and not from he cold.

This was the closest they have been since Layton, where they hugged in front of god and everyone on yhat ship amd declared themselves the others wingman. The feeling of Mavs warmth and how perfectly he fitted in Ices arms, tucked up beside him stayed with Ice a long time, through postings without Mav and even with the man himself stood right beside him, he wanted to feel that warmth again. God, he really wanted to hold Mav.

The real Mavw as shifting g from foot to foot and darting his eyes out past Ices broad shoulders. Ice narrowed his own eyes at Mav and moved in a bit closer, leaning over Mav.

"Uhhh what you mean Ice, I really-"

"Dont lie to me Mav" ice said softly, now a little hurt that Mav wouldn't even admit it.

Mav huffed a frustrated breath and still wouldn't meet his eyes, moving back and forth and looking so damn uncomfortable. He reached for Mav, hoping they at least still had something and gently curled a hand around his bicep. Ice felt a little light headed with how little give the muscle under his fingertips had. 'No focus, interrogate the slippery bastard wingman.'

The frontal approach didn't seem to be working for Ice, so he switched his plans.

Taking a gamble, he brushed his hand up Mavs arm and cupped his jaw, raising his head up a little. Mavs eyes were still averted and he was stood stock still, body unsure whether to lean back or run. Ice hummed and smoothed his thumb in soothing circles over his cheek, lightly gazing Mavs stubble. His other arm wound around to rest lightly on Mavs hip.

The pseudo hug seemed to work thankfully and brought Mav back to himself a little. He still wouldn't look at Ice directly, but at least he seemed less likely to vibrate out of his skin with awkwardness.

Slowly, gently, he pulled Mav forward by the hips and laid his head to rest gently under Ices own chin, fully wrapping his arm around Mavs waist through his flightsuit. It was still chilly in their little hideaway, but with Mav in his arms it was cold anymore.

Ice could feel the moment Mav stopped fighting it and went pliant and soft in his arms, relaxing. He then loosened his own tight stance, relieved. He kept on humming his mindless tune and let himself be, with Mav comfortable and safe beside him, cuddling into his chest.

Ice dropped his head down to rest his chin against Mavs head. For how spiky his hair looks, it's so damn soft and sleek against him and he can't help but turn his head and nuzzle into him a little and press a small kiss to his wingmans head.

Mav froze. Ice froze.

Ice hurriedly released Mav and took pushed away, spluttering apologies and babbling shit at Mav, pleading and explaining and terrified out of his mind.

Mav scrambled after him and ignored everything spewing out of his mouth and simply tangled his fingers in Ices shirt and yanked him down into a searing kiss.

It was very effective at shutting him up.

Ice got with the program and kissed Mav back, calming and winding his arms back around his compact, firm body and pressed him back into the wall. From the encouraging noises he breathed from Mavs lips, the smaller pilot didn't mind.

It was several minutes of the best kiss of Ices life before they pulled back for oxygen and breathed heavily between them. Neither went very far, staying pressed close and pressing their foreheads together. It felt even more intimate than the kiss they shared.

Blue eyes opened to meet green glancing shyly up at him and a crooked nose scrunched up in a perfect delighted grin. Ice was helpless to smile for day back and lean forward to rub his nose against Mav. It was utterly nonsensical, but it felt so right. So really, it was perfect for Mav.

"So, not gonna avoid me anymore Mitchell?"

"Just try and get rid of me now Kazansky"

Ice laughed breathlessly and privately thought how he would never get rid of this beautiful, impossible man and his goddamn gorgeous smile.

D- Dropping in unannounced for a visit, but seeing something you really weren't meant to. (Slicemav) Explicit warning!

Ice ambles along on the pavement, the short walk to Sliders base housing taking just a few minutes longer with his slower than usual pace. Mav is meant to be at Sliders too today, just got back from deployment and Ice is reluctant to admit he's missed the menace. Not enough to tell him though. He is looking forward to catching up with him, Mavs a black hole for gossip on deployment, knows everything about everyone somehow and Ice does enjoy the little sparkle his eyes get when he's talking about another maintenance or brass clusterfuck. He gets excited with the storytelling and starts wiggling in place, gesturing wildly with his hands and body. Ice smirks at the image and walks just a bit faster.

He turns in and goes up the small path to Sliders with its Navy regulation cut grass and habitually knocks. After waiting approximately 2 seconds, he lets himself in through the front door anyways. No real point in knocking, Sldier never answers his own door if he's expecting someone. He'd sooner give Ice shit for knocking like some trembling E-7 than just showing up for a few beers on the couch and the Dodgers game. Ice hustled in the door as he heard the opening lines for the game, shit he took longer than he thought.

Ice got past the foyer and found another another reason why Slider might not have been bothered to get up and answer the door.

Spread out on the couch, in full view of where Ice stands half way into the room, Slider and available are laying across the couch.

That's not too out of the ordinary, its something they regularly do, whether Mav flops onto Ron's back and stretches out for a nap randomly, or Ron playfully tries to squish Mav into the cushions and ends up with a head rest of Mavs thighs or stomach as he watches the TV or sleeps, its not too odd a scene to walk in on. The wildly hot sex is new. At least, as far as Ice knows.

Ron has Mav splayed across his lap, his thick denim encased thighs spread obscenely wide to wrap around his Ron's hips. Their chests are bare and glistening with sweat, pressing together. Slider makes a muffled sound through their kisses when their taut nipples brush together, and Ices mouth goes dry at the evidence of his long time thoughts of how sensitive Rons chest would be. Mav's arms are twined up and around Rons neck and his fingers are curled into Ron's hair, holding on tightly as he whines and rolls his hips into Ron's, rubbing their erections together through their clothes. Ron has his hands firmly around Mavs small waist, one hand pasted to Mavs squishy hip, encouraging him to grind down even more and the other possessively cupping one of the perfect globes of Mavs ass.

They move so beautifully and desperately together, their clothes still on, and its so hot how Mav whines and presses into the touches all while Ron tries to pull him even closer by his ass and kisses him so gently but devouring Mav entirely all the same. Slider is so much bigger than Mav too, he almost envelops him into his body, but Mav gives as good as he gets and clings on like a limpet and rolls his hips to the beat of Rons moans filling his mouth.

Ice stifles a moan at the gorgeous sight before him and palms a hand over himself, desperately holding on to prolong this insanely sexy view. Just five more minutes.

Ron slides his other hand down to Mavs ass, now gripping the plush and round ass with both hands and holding on tight. Ice is surprised by both the jealousy and visceral need that strikes through him, his body hot and his jeans now uncomfortably tight. Ron pulls back just far enough to dip his head down, kissing a line down the bared vulnerable curve of Mavs throat. Mav tips his head to the side to give him more to work with.

Breathy moans leave Mavs plush amd kiss swollen lips, his dark hair falling down into his glazed eyes. Ron slows at the junction of where Mavs long tanned neck meet his strong shoulders and gives a considering hum before leaning in again to bite and suck a dark love bite right into Mavs neck.

Mav goes wild, head throw back, mouth open in a perfect o and brow furrowed, his hips shaking under Rons hands and jutting up against his abs, his back arching in a perfect curve and bitten off gasps and moans escaping him. He writes in sinuous rolls against Slider and lets out the hottest moans Ice has ever heard. He's the perfect playboy centrefold like this, all missed dark hair and lowered lashes, plump lip caught between his teeth and little soft moans slipping out.

One of Mavs hands left Sliders curls to grip the backrest of the couch tightly. The muscles along his arms flex and Ice mouth dries, his cock jumping in his jeans. The reminder of how Mav is strong enough to lift Slider sends a bolt of pure heat through Ice.

Mavs pure strength has always been a such a turn on for Ice, even when Mav would pace with Slider, Hollywood or anyone else on bench in the gym during TopGun and Ice would have to discreetly disappear before he embarrassed himself.

Ron kept his hands moving, pulling Mav thighs wider and rutting his oversensitive and willingly pliant body against him as Mav whimpered and trembled on his lap, curling into Ron's neck and leaving his own fucked out and unfocused, lazy love bites and kisses all over.

Ice also whimpered at the sight, his dick now being strangled by his jeans and begging for release.

Brown eyes met ice blue through their sitting room decorative mirror and light up in a smirk. "You coming to join us or what Ice?"

D- Drenched by rain, showing up at the others house in the middle of the night to confess. (Roosmav) Teen and Up Rating!

Mav fumbled with the TV remote and finally shut it off. His sitting room was cast in warm soft light and Mav himself was very happily and comfortably tucked under a blanket on his couch. The blanket in question was Mavs favourite, and not least because he had been gifted it by his favourite person, but also the ridiculous pattern of cartoon roosters in Hawaiian shirts all over always made him smile everytime.

The rain that had been promised all week, both by the weather forecast and Mavs bad knee was now here, battering down heavily on his windows and making him long for bed. It had started slow earlier to day and finally increased to a full on downpour by lunch. Thank fuck he put the bikes in the garage yesterday. But between the weather news and his knee, he'd always trust his knee for oncoming rainfall. It was never wrong.

Still, this weather meant that his favourite person, his Baby Bird wouldn't be coming down from Lemoore until next weekend. To have him so close and yet so far was a different kind of heartache, especially after not seeing him for so long, and then the conflict of seeing him at the mission.

Mav couldn't lie to himself, his Baby bird was so handsome stood there during that first briefing, so tall and different from the boy he knew. He was a man now. A man that Mav would very much like to know. And, after some painful soul searching, talks with Ice, Penny and Hondo, and more panicked realisation moments than he'd have liked, he could finally admit that maybe his love for Bradley wasn't entirely platonic.

And goddamn if he didn't try to hold it off. But he hadn't seen or heard from Bradley in so long, he was so desperate for any morsel of his Baby bird that he could get, after living off of scraps for 15 years, he couldn't, wouldn't do a single thing to mess this fragile balance up for them. Where Bradley would come down every weekend from Lemoore, or Mav was take the ninja and go to hi. And they would eat and shoot the shit and simply be.

Mav couldn't take it if Bradley looked at him with disgust for his feelings and decided to walk out of his life again. His heart simply wouldn't survive and Mav would go with it.

No, better to have it like this. Simple, uncomplicated and endlessly, entirely platonic.

The end.

*Knock knock*

Mav nearly startled off the couch, eyes wide and swiveling around to look at the closed front door with wide eyes.

The door had nothing to say to Mav.

*Knock knock*

Mav threw the blanket off of him and adjusted his sweatpants. He had been nearly ready to go to bed, so he never bothered with re dressing more than his comfiest pair of ratty sweatpants after his shower.

He hadn't exactly been expecting any visitors, who in their right mind would be out int that torrential rain. Whoever it was would just have to deal with it, he wasn't going to grab a shirt now. Maybe it'd make them hurry off quicker ad let go the fuck to his bed.

Mav nearly growled at the continuing knocks on the door. "Coming, coming"

Grabbing the baseball bat by the door just in case, Mav swung it open to see.........Rooster?!?!?

"Bradley" Mav gasped.

One Bradley Bradshaw wasstading to his imposing full 6'2 height in Mavs doorway, towering over Mav himself and looking downright miserable, soaked to the skin and dripping rainwater everywhere. Even his mustache had drops falling from both ends.

Before Bradley could even say anything, Mav had dropped the bat and reached out for him, grabbing his big arm and pulling his beefy massive self through the front door and slamming it shut against the wind and rain behind him.

"Mav I-"

"Just what the heck were you thinking Bradley!?!? There's torrential rain out there and news warnings not to drive and floods and slippery roads and you could have been hurt or crashed or someone could have crashed into you-"

Bradley stood in the foyer, silently dripping water on Mavs floors and waiting for the mini rant to be over. He couldn't get a word in edgewise. And there were much more pleasant things to at anyway, after all, this was the view he had driven down for, even if not exactly how he had oriviy pictured.

Mav was so invested in his nerves and shock induced rant he never noticed deep brown eyes trailing all over his bare chest, his perked nipples and exposed tanned and tightly muscled skin.

Finally, Mav paused for breath and Bradley gave him a mischievous and slightly apprehensive smile.

"Suprise?"

Mav deadpanned and stared into his soul. Bradley gulped at the full force of his Mavs disapproval.

"I am sorry to worry you Mav, but I needed to come see you."

"Nothing was this important Bradley", Mav stressed, "it could have waited, or you could have called-"

"No, it was too important for a call, I needed to be here, I needed to do it now before I"

"Before you?" Mav whispered

Brdry looked down, took a deep breath and raised his eyes to look into Mavs beautiful greens. "Before I lost all my courage"

It was Mav turn to swallow and shift nervously. "You can tell me anything Brad, I promise. I-"

An obnoxiously loud drop of water hit Mavs floor and the reminder that Bradley was still very much soaked and wet to the skin hit both men.

"I- a shower, we can talk after you've had a shower sweetheart. We need to get you out of those clothes, you're gonna get sick " Mav blistered, but Bradley was not to be dissuaded, grabbing hold of Mav fast, silently pleading with him to stay. Mav harkened back to when Bradley was younger and Mav could never refuse those big trusting brown puppy eyes anything. Seems nothings changed.

Mav untensd and waited for Bradley to find his words.

"I love you"

Okay, not the words Mav expected.

"I- uhh you uh-" Mav stuttered.

"That is I'm uh, I love you, I'm in with you romantically. I'm in love you with you Mav. I love you"

Something in Mav brain whimpered and rolled over.

Hopeful brown puppy eyes looked down at him and really, Mav could never deny this man a thing, could he?

Mav gave a stuttered, disbelieving laugh and threw himself into Bradley's arm, skin sticking to his wet clothes all the way down. He buries his head in Bradley's neck, the tallest he can reach on his skyscraper love and murmurs the words back as loud as he can to his skin.

Bradley hears him and stiffens in his arms, before drawing back and leaning down to kiss him. It starts so sweet and careful, just a brush of lips and soft breath before quickly turning hot, heavy and filthy. Bradley opens Mavs mouth and plunges in for a taste, plundering as he please and Mav just moans and lets him, melting into strong arms.

Water was still dripping onto Mavs floor and a puddle spread below them, soaking Mavs feet

They peeled apart reluctantly after one more kiss and Mav chuckled.

At Bradley's questioning glance, he gestured down to his own, now soaked bare chest. "Looks like we both need a shower now Sweetheart."

Bradley snaked his hands around Mavs lithe waist, fitting his hands perfectly to his hips and pulling him in close. "Guess well have to share"

((My first Roosmav!!!))

L- :"Let go for me darling please, you need this, so just relax for me". (Pennymav) Explicit Rating!

E- Everyone deserves a birthday suprise!! (No pairing) General Audiences Rating!

Mav sighed and sank even deeper into the warm water surrounding him. The hot steamy bath was just what he needed, the long and very frustrating day at base, grounded for an investigation that had nothing to do with him, had frayed his temper all day.

He nearly cried when he came in and saw Penny waiting for him with a long hug and the bath all waiting for him. She gave him a sweet kiss to his jaw and directed him to undress and get in, she'd be back soon. His only other instruction was to relax, and Mav was pleased to ace that, melting like a boneless pile of noodle aviator in the water.

Penny had even added a bath bomb to the water, making it kinda opaque and a dyed blue, he found, tears misting the edges of his eyes at the little details of how well she knew him and took care of him. The bath didn't need a bath bomb, but he likes them, so she put one in for him.

Mav smiled languidly and lightly swayed his arms in little swirling motions through the water for his amusement. He felt so peaceful and relaxed, practically weightless. His head fell back to rest against the lip of the tub, immersed up to his shoulders in the warmth, like a safe blanket covering his naked body.

He moaned at the feeling and rolled his neck to get comfortable, smoothing his hands down himself and shivering.

The door creaked open and he watched his beloved come in through his lashes. He felt nearly too comfortable to even open his eyes.

Rustling fabric altered him to Penny getting undressed and well, he'd never not watch that. Sitting up a bit and lolling his head to the side, he watched her shed her clothes, eyes trailing up and down her familiar, beautiful form until she was sauntering closer, a small smile playing on her lips and she climbed in on top of him. God, but she was utterly stunning. Amd she knew exactly what she did to him.

His hands went to Pennys hips, but she swifly derailed him leaning him back against the edge of the bath again with a hand to his chest.

Pete blinked up at her but her hand cupped his cheek and he couldn't help but lean into the soft affection, loving every bit she gave him.

"Shhhhh Pete, its all okay love. Its my turn to take care of you tonight, so let me, okay. Let me take care of you. Let go for me darling, please, you need this, so just relax for me"

Pete melted for her, just like she knew he would and nodded, closing his eyes again. Taking a jug from the toiletries beside the showerhead, she began pouring water carefully over Petes head, covering his eyes gently. Then, Penny deftly reached over the edge of the tub and down to the floor to pick up her secret weapon. Pete was still relaxed and pliant in her arms, but he went lax when she began massaging the shampoo oh so gently into his hair.

Few people know this, but Pete absolutely loved having his hair played with. Nothing got him more comfortable and content than careful fingers running through the inky black strands and massaging away any tension. He'd nearly be purring like a kitten in her arms at her ministrations. In fact it was frequently how she got him to sleep after a nightmare. Get him on Pennys lap and her fingers running through his hair, playing with it and tugging lightly and he would be out like a light with five minutes.

Amd the old reliable trick worked for her today. Penny could see the stress melting off of Petes frame, his shoulders slumping out of their tight hold, his abs unclenching and muscles relaxing. Penny hated to see Pete so stressed, all wound up and annoyed where he should be laughing and smiling, full of energy and bouncing on his toes while he tells her about his latest stunt.

But she also loves him like this, dazed and so calm and lax under her hands, miles of bare wet skin just hinted at under the water and smiling goofily at how good he's feeling. How good she's making him feel.

Penny smiles fondly at her gorgeous menace and keeps going, pushing her fingers in circular motions down the crown of his head, using two fingers to smooth his temples and watching his brow undurrow and his jaw go lax just the slightest bit. Her eyes sharpen and she sweeps her hands around to dig little concentrated circles into the base of his neck with her fists and he let's go.

It's glorious.

Petes head falls back into her hands, his throat curved up for her and deliciously tanned and bare while his eyes roll back and his jaw drops open.

He let's out the softest little whimper.

She has him. The tension rushes out of Petes body after that and he stays pliant and loose in her arms, quietly groaning and sighing when she hits a sweet spot. The water cools as she works he way down Petes body, soothing every part of him and turning him into a puddle of aviator in her arms, head lolling onto her shoulder and hair dripping down her back where the shampoo was long washed out. Her hands finished kneading his muscled back and sweep up and down for a few moments, revelling in him. Gently she leans back and into her waiting arms. His green eyes are dark and unfocused, his face blissed out amd so so happy, a little dopey smile curving his lips. He's entirely relaxed and so sweet for her.

She gets them out and dries them off, hustling Pete into their big warm bed, both of them still naked and curls up with him. He's still floppy and pliant and he's giggling softly at nothing every now and then, but she can't see through her own heavy lids how tired he is, yawning adorable and blinking heavily.

Penny brings his head down to rest on her and she winds her arms around his back and pus him in the rest of theway, Pete going willingly and fitting perfectly beside her. Like two puzzle pieces, perfect together she thinks, as she drifts off into peace.

(So not smut, but alit of descriptions of intimate care and non sexual intimacy, and nudity, so the E rating, hope you enjoyed, Mav deserves all the pampering and something tells me he loves baths and having his hair played with. 💛💛💛)

Maverick swung his leg overhis beloved ninja and landed two feet firmly on the ground. He worried at his bottom lip and fiddled with his keys as he headed for the usually unimposing door to his wingmans house. Ice had texted gim earlier in the week about coming over for a meeting. Time and date and dress code: casual.

Mavs not too unaware to admit he's panicking more than a little. And he can't even think of what could be wrong! No stunts lately, the Dagger squad was now a permanent and very effective detachment under Mavs own Command and none of them were in trouble either, were they??

No, but then they would have said, so it can't be. Maybe one of the flyboys??.

Mav reached the door and steeled himself before turning the handles and walking in-

"SUPRISE!!!!!"

Streamers, banners, colorful decorations and everyone he loves all packed into Ices living room. Mav feels his jaw drop and his eyes bulge in his head before he's swept into a big warm hug from Ice. For all the clout of his callsign the man gives the best hugs. He's still off balance when Bradley comes up for his own hug and then quickly gets with the programme, squeezing his godson tightly to him.

"What, how-????" He wheezes.av has so many questions, many of which aren't coming out in a human tone.

Bradley huffs a laugh at him and casually explain the months of planning and leave alignment and special permissions amd coordinating the daggers did to get all his old friends and flyboys and everyone on his call list (apart form Admiral Cain, absolutely not him), to come to San Diego for his birthday!

Mav is still agape at this, this party!! For him!! Slider comes over to throw a ha d over his shoulder and knocks him back to the reality plane.

Mav smiles that day until his cheeks hurt, he catches up with old forneds, opens more presents than he's had birthdays, cuts and eats his cake (his favourite chocolate ganachè, because of course Penny misses nothing) and has the best day of his life.