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Eleven minutes of WHAT?

Summary:

Slider and Goose make a bet on how long it will take for Iceman and Maverick to get together.
No one wins.

AI-GENERATED STORY, EDITED BY ME.

Notes:

I have written these notes twice, I wrote this with an AI, tried to keep it on track.
Once again, warning for F slur.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Goose looked as Iceman smirked at Maverick. Iceman was practically licking his lips. Goose sighed, " I'll give them a week."

Slider watched as Maverick's cheeks turned pink. Slider shook his head, " I'll give them 11 minutes."

Maverick's heart thumped at the thought of being with Iceman, but he knew that the real challenge was in making him want himself.

This was a game that he had been waiting for a long time to play. Maverick pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it away. The wind had picked up again, ruffling his hair and making it stand on end.

He turned to face Iceman, who was already naked. "So what do you want, Iceman?" he asked.

"I want you," Iceman said simply.

"You've been waiting for me all this time." Maverick smiled gently.

Iceman's eyes sparkled, "I've always wanted you. But I don't want you to be in love. Does that make sense?"

Maverick frowned, "No Iceman, it doesn't. You are already naked."

"I know."

Maverick put his hand on his heart, "And I want to be with you, and love you, and hold you and kiss you, and make love to you. I want to be with you so much I can't stand it, and I don't care about anything else, I don't care about the war, or the money, or even your father. I just want you. I want to be in love with you and want you to be in love with me."

"But I am in love with you, sort of," Iceman said rubbing the back of his neck.

Maverick sighed, "Not like I want you to be." Maverick could barely stand to look at Iceman, it hurts too much.

"But I can make love to you, even if I don't have the same feelings," Iceman said softly, taking Maverick's hand.

"Why?" Maverick asked in a small voice.

"I know how to be good to you," Iceman smiled, a very gentle one, "you need someone to make you feel safe, to make you happy, to make you feel like you're whole, I can do that. I can make you happy. I can do that for you if you want."

Maverick smiled for a brief second before frowning and looking down at his feet, "No, no you can't."

"Yes, I can," Iceman said firmly.

Maverick shook his head, "You're not like that, you're not."

Iceman snorted, "Maybe I'm not, but I can learn, I promise."

There was a long silence before two voices whispering could be heard.

"Slider, do they know we are still here?" Goose whispered, hands over his eyes.

Slider meanwhile was just drinking his beer, "Hell, I am waiting for them to hit eleven minutes."

"Eleven minutes of what?" Maverick said, still not having fully heard the conversation. But they said nothing, "Eleven minutes of what?" Maverick repeated.

"Eleven minutes of what?" Goose said, looking over at Maverick, avoiding looking at Iceman, who still was naked.

Maverick looked back, "What?"

"Nothing," Goose shrugged, his cheeks turning pink.

Maverick looked back at Goose then at Iceman, who looked just as confused. "You know what? I don't have time for this. I've got a score to settle and I'm out of here."

"No, no, no!" Slider shouted. "Don't go, man, the party is just getting started."

"Is that what we are calling this?" Goose said in a monotone voice, looking up at the ceiling now. Wishing Iceman would put on some pants.

Maverick scoffed, grabbing his shirt and putting it back on, "We're partying? Well, I'm leaving."

"Wait, you're not going anywhere, are you, Maverick?" Iceman asked, squeezing Maverick's hand.

"I'm not your little buddy anymore, Iceman." Maverick jerked his hand away, his tone harsh.

"Dude, I was just kidding, man. Don't be a jerk," Iceman shouted, trying to stop Maverick from leaving by standing in front of the door.

"Oh yeah, Iceman, you're just a joker, right?" Maverick yelled back. "That's what you do, huh? A joker jerk who just jerks people around."

"Pretty sure that's Goose." Slider said, looking at his now empty beer bottle.

"Fuck you Slider." Goose hisses. "I don't care what you say or what. I will give you the grand alright, I'm going."

Slider stepping in Goose's path, "But-"

Goose growled, "Listen Slider, I'm not yours anymore, I don't have to listen. I don't need you. And if you don't get the fuck out of my way, I'll just have to smack you. You wouldn't want that."

"Sure I would," Slider shouts at Goose, hands clenched into fists. "I would want it. You know I would. I would want it because I'm a fucker. I'm a fucker like you. I'm just a little faggot fucker. You know, like you. I'm a fucker just like you. I'm just like you."

Silence fell over the room, and Goose opened to say something but then heard some movement near him. "OH, sure now you put on some pants!"

Iceman shrugged, "I feel like I walked into something, and we have also had too much to drink."

"No shit. You took off your pants in ten seconds."Maverick muttered.

"Look, we should go to bed," Goose said. "It's late, and we all have to be up early."

"I know, I know, but you are right. We should go to bed." Iceman said. He went to pick up his shirt and was surprised when Goose had already picked it up for him. Iceman didn't need any help getting it, but he still appreciated Goose's help.

Maverick stood up and looked around the room. "Where did everybody go?"

"To bed, thank fuck," Slider muttered, his face red, he was most likely embarrassed from shouting.

"Well, we are going to bed too." Iceman said, putting a hand on Slider's shoulder gently, "We can talk in the morning." He was looking at Slider who couldn't look back.

As the door clicked behind the duo, Goose sighs loudly, "So let's not drink again. Ever."

"Agreed." Maverick nodded.