Top Gun

Why is there not more Top Gun slash? It's a tragedy, really.


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Rating: NC-17
Words: 700
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Summary: Shower Sex


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The showers were usually crowded but the waiting just made it better, standing in the steam watching all the hard-bodied men walk up and down and soap themselves, and laugh and splash and Iceman played along but part of his persona was standing back from it all so no one really minded that he watched more than he joined in the games. Slider made him wait a little, he liked to push the boundaries of their relationship, but Iceman was always the one who could walk away, and when he felt like punishing his gunner he did.

There he was. He walked in the to the steaming room taller and smoother and more graceful than anyone else there, and hung like some Tom of Finland painting, not that Iceman ever looked at Slider's cock except as part of the larger picture because it was really all about Iceman's pleasure, and that was as it should be. Women fell on him, of course, like he was some kind of black hole they just couldn't resist, but that couldn't come between and man and his gunner—some things are inviolate.

Iceman didn't look at Slider directly, no, it was Slider's job to look at him, to be attuned to everything he did, to notice when he left and follow. He turned his back to the others and luxuriated in the hot water. It the morning they only had their quick cold PT showers, a fast rinse like a cup of coffee, and ready to go for the day, but in the afternoon they could take a long time, wash the sweat of the day, the stink of adrenaline and shame—not for him of course, only for the others, the losers, the ones who didn't measure up—and since they were the rock stars of naval aviation and officers all they even had a steam room.

He felt Slider's eyes on his back, liked the feeling of it, the feeling of control, and then he turned off the shower and left without looking. Slider followed him, of course, into one of the showers with a curtain that went all the way to the floor, so he can kneel, and Iceman doesn't care about Slider's knees if they're skinned up later then it's probably just from volleyball right? and Iceman leaned back against the back of the stall and turned on the hot water to mask any noises he might make (although he's good at being quiet).

Slider followed too quickly and Iceman said, "Don't be so eager next time, someone will notice," and he pushed his gunner's head down to take care of business. He felt Slider's mouth on his cock and his stubble on his legs, and he closed his eyes, and the first image that popped into his head was Maverick and wasn't that odd? The little shit had beaten him again today and that couldn't be allowed to continue, and Iceman didn't like men as arrogant as himself, because they should all realize he was the best, even that old granddad Viper.

He realized he was about to come and wasn't quite finished with everything he wanted to do so he pulled Slider's head back, and gave him a hard bite on his neck, which was just at the right height, and would leave a mark, but Slider got enough chicks he could explain it away, and Slider knew what he wanted. Slider was ready with lotion and Iceman started fucking him before the shower could wash the lotion off, and it felt so good and tight, but all Iceman could think of was having that short little, brown haired Maverick here, willing and acknowledging who was top dog, and that thought made him finish hard and fast, and he almost moaned above the volume of the water.

Back out in the locker room most of the guys were changed and gone already but Maverick was still standing there in a towel, looking like someone had smacked him around, which Viper probably should have, and Iceman said something about how he shouldn't even have gotten into Top Gun, just to rub it in, but there was no heat in it, and Maverick smiled that I-just-came smile that all the ladies seemed to like just as much as Iceman's glacial cool, and Iceman wanted to smile back, and he thought to himself, "Oh fuck."


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