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After more than thirty years together, Ice is accustomed to how people look at Maverick, hell, Ice still looks at Maverick that way—with an intoxicating mix of respect and desire. It isn’t a surprise, then, to see Jake’s eyes trail Maverick across the Hard Deck, to linger when Jake thinks no one else is watching. What is a surprise is the way Mav watches back.
“Really?” Ice asks as he tracks Maverick’s gaze across the bar one night, a few weeks after post-mission adrenaline has settled.
“What?” Maverick shrugs. “He saved my life. And you see him. No harm in looking, right?”
Ice can easily concede that point—they’re committed to one another, not blind—which is what he intends to offer in response. Instead, what Ice says is, “Are you interested in more than just looking?”
Mav’s face makes it clear he is ready to object, to reassure that, no, it’s only Ice. But Ice recognizes the heat in Maverick’s eyes when he gazes at Jake, and suddenly finds himself wondering if what they are to each other has room for something more. Before Maverick can try to put Ice at ease, Ice squeezes Mav’s thigh and cuts him off at the pass. “Don’t worry, Mav. I know.” And he lets it drop, for now.
It’s not a passing thought, though. Ice continues to see Jake’s eyes on Maverick and, as much as Mav might pretend it’s not the case, Mav notices. In return, Ice bides his time and starts paying attention to Jake—his demeanor on base, the way he interacts when Ice sees him out at the bar. It’s not a question of whether or not Jake is interested—they’ll get to that—but of whether or not Jake will fit into the dynamics of his relationship with Maverick. Without at least a hint it will work, there’s no moving forward.
Ice gets the signal he needs on an average Thursday night, energy high at The Hard Deck thanks to the approaching weekend. The TOPGUN instructors are giving each other shit about their sex lives and someone teases Jake, taunting, “Bet you’re a possessive mother fucker, tie people up and shit.” The teasing is meaningless, the nonsense these guys say to each other all day long, but Jake responds cooly, “Never had any complaints. I take care of what’s mine.” It’s an offhand remark, insignificant to the guys Jake’s with, but it tells Ice enough to consider the possibility.
Ice doesn’t know if this idea’s got legs but he and Maverick haven’t gotten this far without exploring new territory, willing to take the risk on an idea that might not pan out. It’s with that thought in mind that he clicks off the tv in the middle of some mindless show that neither of them are watching and shifts to face Maverick on their couch, just enough distance between them that he slides closer to create the connection they need for conversations like this
“Lay it on me,” Maverick says, already looking at Ice with a fond amusement born of all the other conversations that started this way.
Ice has asked for a lot over the years, as has Maverick in return. They’ve gotten good at stating their needs, secure enough to ask even if the idea is ultimately a no-go, so while this one feels different—bigger in the way it expands beyond the comfort of the well-worn paths they’ve traveled—Ice carries on.
“Jake,” he says, plainly, his hand on Maverick’s knee, eyes on Maverick. “We should talk about it.”
Maverick startles, clearly taken off guard. “Ice,” he starts, cautious. “I don’t– it’s not something I need.”
“I know that.” Ice assures, hoping Maverick can hear the sincerity in his words. “But is it something you want?”
Maverick searches Ice’s face, for what Ice isn’t sure, but he’s quiet for long enough that Ice presses on with the one thing he knows will shift this conversation. “What if I told you it’s something I want?”
Ice waits Maverick out, averts his eyes so Maverick can think this through without the pressure of Ice’s attention. It’s not long before Maverick speaks up. “What would this look like to you?”
He expects the question, is ready, and answers honestly. “I think we’d have a lot to figure out together but, to me, it looks like you laid out on our bed, all of our focus on you. Letting you show us both how good you are.” The hitch in Maverick’s breath is enough for Ice to continue, to share the images that have taken root in his mind over the past weeks. “I can picture his hands on you, and I can hear the sounds you’d make when he’s inside you, taking his time, waiting until you beg him to give you what you need. And it doesn’t make me jealous, Mav. I know what we have. I know that you’re mine. The thought of you being taken care of the way you deserve— watching it—it turns me on.”
Heat burns in Maverick’s eyes and it’s enough at the moment, will have to be, because Maverick is sliding into Ice’s lap and Ice knows the discussion is over for now.
They pick up the conversation later that week, initiated by Maverick this time, which pleases Ice immensely. Well-practiced at talking through logistics and boundaries, all that’s left is the question of how to broach the subject with Jake, which is how Ice finds himself approaching the younger man as Jake slides up to the bar for his second beer of the night. Maverick would be much better at this, more comfortable determining whether or not Jake was interested in an arrangement. But Jake is more likely to agree if he’s not concerned about the reaction of the former COMPACFLT and, frankly, it’s Ice’s job to ask this question.
“Sir,” Jake offers with a nod.
Ice is no stranger to nuanced conversations but this feels like wading into unfamiliar land as he raises his beer in acknowledgment. He suspects Jake feels similarly when Ice suggests, “How about we stick with ‘Ice’ for the moment.”
“Ice,” Jake responds, turning the word over on his tongue cautiously.
In for a penny, Ice thinks, and barrels forward keeping his eyes carefully trained on Jake to watch the man’s response. “I have a proposition for you. You’re free to decline with no repercussions and you don’t have to decide tonight. Understood?”
“Yes, sir. Ice.” If anything, Jake looks more curious than nervous, which is a good start, regardless of the outcome.
Ice leads Jake to a small out-of-the-way table toward the back of the bar. There may be some eyes on them, wondering why newly retired Admiral Kazansky is talking privately with the lieutenant, but Ice has a list of easy excuses ready. Once they’re seated, Ice dives in without a preamble, cutting to the chase, “I’ve seen you watching Maverick.”
Jake moves to speak, perhaps to rebut the accusation, and Ice holds up a hand to stop him. “Please. Let me finish.” He waits for Jake to nod in acknowledgment before continuing. “You must have noticed he watches back.”
And there it is, the flash in Jake’s eyes that says everything Ice needs to know about exactly what Jake’s observed. Ice is nothing if not a student of human behavior, all these years rising the ranks of the Navy requiring a refined ability to read people. Jake is quiet, though, equally assessing, as if he’s trying to determine the right play. This isn’t a test or a competition, however, and Ice isn’t inclined to let Jake believe this is anything other than what it is.
“That leads me to the invitation.” Ice’s voice is low, clearly for Jake’s ears only and Ice respects the way Jake stays still in his seat, no tell beyond the glint in his eye when Ice continues. “Dinner at our house, and we can all decide where it goes from there.”
“Dinner?”
“Yes. To start.” Ice lets his words sink in, enjoys the subtle play of emotions over Jake’s face before reminding the lieutenant, “I appreciate your discretion, but you can take your time to let us know if you’re interested.”
Ice means it, he doesn’t want to push Jake—he and Maverick have had time to think this through and Jake deserves the same. But from the smirk on Jake’s face and the way his eyes roam across Ice’s frame, Ice isn’t surprised when Jake’s tongue darts out to lick his lips and he says, full of a confidence that must be at least part for show but no less appealing for it, “Oh, I’m interested. Been interested for a while now.”
It’s a thrill, the possibility of what’s ahead, but Ice remembers where he is and does no more than nod and tell Jake he’s glad to hear it. They arrange a date, next Friday night, and then Jake is slipping back into the crowd ready to offer a reasonable explanation as to why he was called away for a private conversation with the former Commander of the US Pacific Fleet.
Moments later, Maverick is sliding into the seat previously occupied by Jake. There’s hope in his eyes—Ice knows he’d been watching—but Mav’s obviously looking for confirmation.
“Dinner on Friday,” Ice shares with a conspiratorial smile, delighted by the bright grin he gets in return.
“We’re doing this.” Maverick almost sounds surprised, as if he didn’t believe it would come to fruition. Ice knows exactly how he feels.
“Well, at the very least we’re having dinner. We’ll see about the rest.”
***
Maverick is jittery while they wait for Jake to arrive, tidying up the same spots in the house he’s cleaned multiple times over the past hour. They’ve been through this many times—it’s a meal together, with the potential for more. Neither man expects much to happen tonight beyond a chance to lay the groundwork and see if what they have to offer is something Jake is interested in sharing with them.
“Maverick. Come sit.” Ice can’t watch Mav fuss anymore. It’s making him nervous at this point. Ice’s voice doesn’t leave room for discussion but the fact that Maverick immediately walks over and sits at his side, leaning into Ice’s shoulder, speaks volumes.
“Thank you for saying yes to this,” Mav murmurs into Ice’s neck, kissing the soft skin under Ice’s jaw.
The laugh Ice lets out is open and light. “You say that like this is a hardship for me, Mav.”
Maverick hums noncommittally and, although they’ve had this conversation several times, Ice thinks it’s worth revisiting one more time. “You trust me, right? And know I trust you?”
“You know I do,” Mav huffs, which is fair, because it’s not something Ice doubts, but he has a point to make.
“And have you ever known me to say yes to you out of obligation?
“You know the answer to that, too.”
“Then remember that we wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t want it, too, and if I didn’t trust that you’re mine. Make no mistake,” Ice pauses to tip Mav’s chin so they can look at each other, “this is only happening because I’ll allow it.” He kisses Mav softly and smiles against his lips when he feels Mav relax against him. “You say the word and this is nothing more than dinner; I’ll take care of it. But promise me you won’t get all self-sacrificing on my behalf.”
“Fine.” Maverick rolls his eyes, the mischievous glint back. “You can share me.”
When the doorbell rings at exactly 6 pm, Ice wonders if Jake’s been sitting outside their house, waiting for the moment that ensures his punctuality. Jake looks good, casual, a little more tension in his frame than Ice is accustomed to seeing off-base but, given the circumstances, he’d be surprised if that wasn’t the case. Ice is hopeful it’s only temporary and uses his most welcoming tone when he ushers Jake into the house.
“Sir,” Jake acknowledges, and pauses under Ice’s scrutiny, squeezes his hands into fists as if he’s not quite sure what to do with them. He tries again, “Ice.”
“That’s better. This will go nowhere fast if you can’t drop the title.”
Jake shrugs. “Old habits.”
He leads Jake to the kitchen where Maverick greets them, offering both men beers. “I hope you don’t mind but we’re pretty casual around here.” Mav nods at the kitchen table. “We save the dining room for admirals who visit with expectations.” Ice can hear the derision in Maverick’s voice, is sure Jake won’t miss it either. One of Maverick’s hopes for retirement is no more dinner parties.
Dinner is fajitas with a ton of fixings and conversation flows easily, surprisingly so, Ice thinks, given the underlying tension and how little he knows of Jake. Aviators are a similar breed with similar passions, though, and Ice finds himself engrossed in Jake’s stories, can see the same interest from Jake when Ice and Mav share their own experiences.
As the meal’s winding down, Ice catches Maverick’s eyes and the blink-and-you’d-miss-it nod he gets in return is unspoken confirmation that Maverick is still interested in moving this forward. Ice warms at the thought, and hopes Jake is on the same page. He’s ready to find out.
“Mav, why don’t you get comfortable on Jake’s lap,” Ice directs, breaking a comfortable lull in conversation, the mood in the room shifting at his words. This isn’t a game of chess but it still feels like an opening gambit, an important part of the strategy to get them all to where Ice is leading. Ice watches Jake’s demeanor shift, anticipation in Jake’s eyes as he turns his chair and spreads his legs invitingly. Maverick circles the table to sit comfortably on Jake’s thighs and whispers in Jake’s ear, something Ice can’t hear but, from Jake’s flush, Ice can tell Mav hit his mark.
“I bet Jake would appreciate a kiss. He’s been very patient.”
Jake eyes Ice but aims his question at Maverick, his tone curious. “You do what he says, huh?”
Jake needs to understand how this will play out; there’s no room for misunderstanding, which Maverick knows as well, so he stills on Jake’s lap, remains silent, and lets Ice answer, “In these circumstances, in the bedroom, yes. Maverick does what I say and he does it very well.
That earns Ice a smirk from Maverick. “Mostly.”
“Mostly,” Ice agrees with a laugh. “But that’s probably a conversation for another time.” He hopes they make it to a point where Jake can see how Ice handles Mav’s brattier side. First things first, though. “Jake is waiting. Let’s show him we’re good hosts.”
Ice sits back in his chair and watches Maverick brush his lips across Jake’s, a brief, teasing gesture before he pulls back and loops his arms around Jake’s neck, whispering, low, “Been looking forward to this.” Maverick nips at Jake’s lip, but it's Jake who deepens the kiss, pulling Maverick closer, his hands solid on Maverick’s back. They look good together, kissing with all the fervor Ice anticipated after the slow build to this moment, and Ice’s belly heats with arousal.
“He likes when you run your fingers through his hair, tug a little.” Ice offers the guidance, is pleased to see how quickly Jake responds, moving his hand to Mav’s head and playing with the strands of hair at the nape of Maverick’s neck. Jake earns a moan from Maverick in return, deep and needy, Mav gripping Jake tighter in response.
Ice lets the kiss continue until Maverick begins to squirm, a sign for Ice to cool things down before this goes further tonight than anyone intended. He walks behind Jake and reaches over Jake’s shoulder, running his hand down the back of Maverick’s head, a subtle nudge to break the kiss. When Maverick pulls back, he’s panting, his eyes hooded; it’s a good look, one that never fails to trigger Ice’s instinct to claim the other man. He gives into the desire and circles around Jake, leans down to pull Maverick into a bruising kiss, shivers at the gasp he hears behind him.
It’s an effort to pull away but it’s almost worth it when he does, when he gets a look at the open want on Jake’s face. Ice draws his thumb across Jake’s lower lip, revels in the slight shudder that runs through Jake’s body at the touch. “You understand I’m part of the package?” Ice asks, a remaining point that requires clarity.
“I was counting on it,” Jake counters, and holds his gaze while he nips at Ice’s thumb, all the confidence Ice was hoping for blazing behind Jake’s eyes. Ice wants to say fuck it and drag both men to the bedroom, get this going now, but there’s a reason they agreed to stick to dinner tonight, reminds them all with as much control in his voice as he can muster.
When Ice steps back, he takes Maverick with him, off Jake’s lap, and offers a hand to Jake as the man stands. Jake’s pants are tented, and Maverick is hard in his jeans, Ice not far behind; it’s a feat of extraordinary control to walk Jake to the door. They kiss goodbye—Ice gets his first taste of Jake’s lips, strong and enticingly sure—and agree to pick this up next weekend, more than enough time to be certain this is what they all want.
Maverick is on Ice as soon as the door closes, slipping to his knees to unbutton Ice’s jeans. Maverick’s mouth is perfect on his cock—it always is, he knows just what Ice likes—but Ice needs Mav laid out in their bed tonight. Reluctantly, he tugs Mav to his feet, pulls Mav flush against him, and kisses Maverick deeply before leading the way to their bedroom. Ice feels possessive tonight, more so than usual, stripping Mav bare and laying him out on their bed, ignoring Maverick’s hard, flushed cock to run his hands across Mav’s torso, brushing across his nipples, down his flank to his thighs; he peppers kisses on Maverick’s skin mouthing mine as he goes, wishing his words were a brand.
The anticipation of what’s to come crackles between them as Ice pushes his cock inside Maverick with a steady, claiming thrust of his hips. Maverick’s legs are wrapped tight around his waist and pull Ice closer, impossibly deep. Even as he’s buried inside of Maverick, he can imagine it’s Jake, that he’s watching this play out and his hips stutter at the thought. “Gonna let him fuck you, Mav,” Ice whispers, low in Maverick’s ear, feels more than hears Mav’s answering moan. When he spills inside Maverick, it’s with Maverick and Jake in his mind’s eye.
***
When Jake arrives, there’s no pretense, no inclination to offer Jake a beer or suggest they sit and talk for a while. The conversations that were needed happened during the week, any more can come later. After.
Jake steps squarely into Maverick’s space and wraps his arms around Maverick, his hands settling on the small of Maverick’s back. He looks over Mav’s shoulders at Ice, clearly seeking approval. “Go ahead, he’s been waiting,” Ice encourages, and watches Jake pull Maverick into a kiss that’s immediately heated, an encouraging portend for what’s to come. Ice lets the kiss continue for some time, eventually sliding up behind Maverick, boxing him in.
“I think we should get you to bed, Mav.” He tilts his head to murmur into Maverick’s ear but speaks loudly enough to be sure Jake will hear. When he turns away, both men follow.
In the bedroom, Maverick stands still in front of the bed, waiting for direction that Ice is all too happy to provide. “Take off your clothes, Mav. Let Jake see how gorgeous you are.”
Maverick blushes, but strips off his shirt quickly, smirking at Jake when he catches the hunger in Jake’s eyes. Jake watches raptly while Maverick removes the rest of his clothing until he’s standing naked, his cock hardening, hands clasped behind his back, waiting. Ice slips next to Jake who’s waiting just inside the door and, keeping his eyes on Maverick, speaks low, “I’ll show you what he likes, exactly how to touch him.”
He considers it a win when Jake stutters out a shaky fuck under his breath.
“That, too,” Ice can’t hide the heat in his voice. He steps into the bedroom and crooks a finger at Maverick, beckoning him forward, and runs his hands down Maverick’s sides when Mav is in arm’s reach, indulges himself, and palms Maverick’s ass.
“Are you ready to show Jake how good you are? To let him take care of you?” Maverick’s eyes dart to Jake, who’s watching them silently and Ice taps Maverick’s chin for his attention. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.”
“Ice,” Maverick breathes, almost a plea, returning his gaze to Ice’s face. Ice understands everything Maverick is saying in that one exhalation of his name. What he and Maverick have, what they’ve built together, has always been private, something that is for them, built around their mutual needs. Ice is realizing that the vulnerability in simply sharing this with Jake may be even greater than any physical act, especially for Maverick, unaccustomed to letting anyone but Ice see this side of him. He’s beautiful like this, the way he softens, works so hard to be good, but Ice understands, and will get them to the other side of any lingering discomfort, to where they all want to go.
“Jake,” Ice says, voice strong, belying his nerves, and nods to the space behind Maverick, a spot Jake slots into seamlessly; again Maverick is snug between the two men and Ice hopes Jake can get this right. “What do you think?”
Jake wraps his arms around Maverick, one hand resting on his belly, the other brushing across Mav’s pec. He thumbs over a nipple, a slow back-and-forth motion until it pebbles, and Ice listens to the hitch in Maverick’s breath. He forces himself to hold back, to let Jake have this moment.
“What I think,” Jake starts, speaking to Maverick, continuing the motion of his thumb, “is that I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since the first time I saw you in that bar. Even before I knew you’d be the best goddamn fighter pilot I’ve ever seen. Before I knew you’re the ballsiest fucking person in the Navy which, by the way, is a hell of a turn-on.” Maverick closes his eyes and groans, leaning back against Jake’s chest. There’s precome beaded on the tip of Mav’s cock and Ice can’t resist the urge to drag his thumb across it and press his thumb against Maverick’s lip, letting Mav lick Ice’s thumb clean. “But in all my fantasies,” Jake continues, “I never expected that you’d want to take it so sweet.”
Maverick moans out a broken, “Please,” and looks up at Ice with pleading eyes, his hands in fists at his side, so still even as Ice sees him thrumming with need. Pride wells in Ice’s chest and he drags a finger up the underside of Maverick’s cock.
“We’ll get there,” Ice promises, “but first I want you to show Jake what your mouth can do. Let him see how much you love it.” Before Ice is done speaking, Maverick is sliding to his knees, nuzzling against the fabric of Ice’s sweatpants which stretches over the hard line of Ice’s cock. Want curls through Ice’s veins as Maverick mouths at him, the wet warmth almost what he needs.
“Take me out, Mav.” He cards a hand through Maverick’s hair, resting at the base of Maverick’s skull, the cool air of the room a momentary shock when Maverick pulls down the waistband of Ice’s sweats and frees him, but before he can register more, he’s engulfed by the scorching heat of Maverick’s mouth. Maverick swallows him down expertly, long practiced at taking Ice deep, and Ice hisses in pleasure.
Ice is certain Maverick is showing off when he presses his nose against Ice’s groin, pulls back slowly, and does it again, but it has its intended effect when Jake rests a hand on the top of Mav’s head with a muttered, “Goddamn.”
Gripping Maverick’s hair, Ice takes control, Maverick’s mouth slackening so Ice can take what he needs. Ice taps Mav’s cheek and Maverick looks up at Ice, eyes dark with arousal as Ice fucks his throat. It’s intoxicating and Ice fights the urge to thrust hard, let go, come in Maverick’s perfect cocksucking mouth, but he’s only got one in him these days and he wants to save it for when Mav is begging for it.
Giving himself another minute of indulgence before pulling back and tugging Maverick to his feet, Ice cups Maverick’s jaw, kisses him softly, and nods toward the bed. “Go lie down, arms over your head holding the headboard. Spread your legs wide enough to make room for Jake.” Ice and Jake watch silently as Mav makes his way to the bed and gets comfortable, his head on the pillow, arms bent at the elbows holding on to the rungs of their headboard. For all the times they’ve done this, Ice will never tire of the way Maverick looks—stretched out for him, ready to take what Ice has to give. It’s a heady feeling; it makes him want to push Maverick to his limits and, fortunately for Ice, Mav chases that thrill.
“You ready to impress me, Lieutenant?” Maverick asks Jake coyly, when he’s settled on the bed.
“I don’t know, you ready to behave?” Jake’s gaze is locked on Maverick and he wastes no time pulling his shirt up and off, his pants following quickly behind. Ditching his briefs, Jake winks at Maverick and climbs on the bed settling between Maverick’s legs, one hand running up and down Maverick’s thigh. Ice sits at Maverick’s side and places a hand on Mav’s hip to ground him.
“He’ll stay put? No restraints?” Jake asks, eyes sparkling, still trained on Maverick.
“He can stay put when he’s motivated.” Ice grips Maverick’s cock but keeps his hand still. “Boys who misbehave don’t earn their prize at the end of the night, do they, Maverick?”
“Not when you’re in charge,” Maverick murmurs.
“That’s right,” Ice answers, and squeezes Maverick’s cock hard enough to draw a gasp. “Jake and I will get what we came for, regardless, but you’re going to show Jake how you earn it.” Maverick shudders, his cock twitching in Ice’s hand, and Ice can’t resist stroking gently up Maverick’s shaft, a tease of what’s to come. “Tell Jake your safeword.”
“Tomcat.”
Ice turns his attention to Jake who’s got a hand curled around himself in a loose fist. His cock is long and thick and Ice licks his lips at the thought of seeing Mav’s hole stretched around it. Later, though. He’s got other plans right now.
“You want to suck him for a bit? Get him worked up?” Ice asks, fully knowing what the answer will be.
“Been wanting to get my mouth on him for a long time now.” Jake adjusts between Maverick’s legs and wastes no time, licking a stripe up the underside of Maverick’s cock, sucking on the flushed head. Maverick groans, low, and bucks his hips, chasing more of the wet heat on offer.
“If you move, Jake stops.” Ice presses down on Maverick’s hip and directs Jake to hold the other. “You’ll take what you get, sweetheart.” He turns to Jake, “He knows better than to come but, if his thighs start to shake, he’s close.”
Ice watches as Jake swallows Maverick down again, bobbing his head to take Mav as deep as he can, his hand making up for the rest. It’s wet and messy, Maverick’s cock slick with spit and Ice can almost taste it himself, the salty precome that hits his tongue when he has Maverick in his mouth. Ice tears his eyes away to look at Maverick who’s gripping the headboard, knuckles white, his chest heaving from the effort it takes to remain still.
He slides up closer to Maverick’s chest and runs his hand across the still-hard planes of Maverick’s body. “Jake’s mouth feel as good as it looks? As good as you’ve been imagining?” Maverick and Jake moan in tandem and Mav presses his head back into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut. Ice leans down and sucks one of Maverick’s nipples into his mouth, tonguing at the bud until it hardens, then bites, worrying the peaked nub between his teeth. He reaches across Mav’s body to grip Mavrerick’s other nipple between his fingers, pinching and tugging until Maverick is whining his name. Ice continues that way, watching Jake out of the corner of his eye until he hears Maverick’s breaths shorten into staccato pants, a sign that his arousal is peaking. Maverick’s eyes are still closed and he’s gnawing at his lower lip, flushed with pleasure and as gorgeous as Ice has ever seen him. He can’t resist leaning down and pressing a kiss to those full lips, and a kiss to each of the hands resolutely holding on to the headboard, before turning his attention back to Jake.
“He’s close,” Ice warns. “I’ll tell you when to stop.”
Jake grunts in acknowledgment, without ceasing his focus on Maverick’s cock. Ice watches Maverick’s breathing, the needy sounds falling from his lips, the subtle movements of his body, looking for the tell-tale sign that Maverick is about to come. Ice has spent many years perfecting his timing, to know exactly when Mav is on the brink and takes pride in his ability to take Maverick right to the edge.
When Ice says the word, Jake pulls off with a lewd pop, Maverick’s cock rock hard and red slapping back against his belly.
“Ah! Fuck. Fuck.” Maverick sobs in dismay at the loss and Ice can see him fight to remain motionless, to avoid thrusting up to chase after Jake’s mouth.
Running a hand across Maverick’s hip, Ice smiles, “So good for us, Mav. You’re working so hard to stay still. So proud of you.” Maverick whines at the praise and opens his eyes to look at Ice; the hunger and need Ice sees is exhilarating.
“Fuck.” Jake startles Ice out of his thoughts. The other man is watching Maverick with hooded eyes, fisting his cock with lazy strokes. He comes easily when Ice pulls him into a kiss, a sloppy tangle of tongues.
“Shit, I wish you could see what you look like together,” Maverick says, his voice thick with arousal.
Ice pulls back and runs a thumb over Jake’s cheek. “You ready to give him a little more? Some fingers, maybe?”
Jake closes his eyes as if to steady himself, then kisses Ice again, moaning into Ice’s mouth before rasping, “Show me what he likes.”
Ice grabs lube from the nightstand and tosses it to Jake. As much as he loves fucking Maverick, watching Mav fall apart on his fingers might be even better. Ice can ignore his own need and simply focus on Maverick’s pleasure, drawing it out until Maverick is desperate and begging for relief.
“Let go of the headboard and pull your knees back. Show Jake where you want his fingers,” Ice commands. Maverick whimpers, a quiet sound, but immediately follows Ice’s direction, pulling his legs back at his knees and exposing his hole to Jake, whose eyes are dark with hunger. At the sight, Ice has to palm his cock, heat coiling in his belly. He moves closer to Jake, to watch Mav from the foot of the bed—exposed and vulnerable, waiting silently, perfectly, for what’s next.
“Play with his hole, tease him a bit first,” Ice says, speaking just to Jake, low enough that Mav likely won’t hear the details. “He’s going to complain, but he loves it.”
“Damn, you two are going to be the end of me,” Jake husks, his voice deep and gruff. He positions himself between Maverick’s knee and drags his thumb down Maverick’s hole, circling the rim, eyes zeroed in on where he’s touching Maverick, toying with the furled muscle. Maverick mewls at the attention, sweet little sounds, his legs shaking as he holds still for Jake.
“Please,” Maverick begs, as Jake continues to play with Maverick’s hole, seemingly in no rush to offer any more.
“What do you need, Mav?” Ice asks, enjoying the way Maverick’s face scrunches in pained concentration.
“More, I need more. I need more, please,” Maverick whines, his voice breaking as he pleads.
“More what, Mav?”
“Ice.”
Ice is silent for a few long moments, drawing it out before handing Jake the uncapped lube, a signal to move on. “He can take two,” Ice offers, knowing Maverick is keyed up enough to need it. He’s proven right when Jake presses two fingers into Maverick’s hole and Maverick sinks his head back into the pillow and keens—a sound of primal pleasure, of relief, echoing through the room.
“Shit. Look at how you love it,” Jake whispers, and fucks his fingers in and out of Maverick’s hole at a steady pace, scissoring occasionally, until he slows down and manipulates his hand, searching.
Jake’s rewarded for his effort when Maverick bucks against him and moans harshly, “There, right there. Fuck. Jake. Fuck.”
“Don’t stop,” Ice directs. “You’ll drive him crazy but he won’t come from your fingers alone.”
It’s almost like an out-of-body experience, watching Jake’s fingers disappear inside Maverick, knowing exactly how it feels to press down on Mav’s prostate, to feel Mav clench around his fingers. This time, though, he can pay attention to details he doesn’t typically notice—the subtle shifts in Maverick’s expression, the way Mav’s hands grip his knees, and Jake—how intensely focused Jake is on Maverick’s pleasure, adjusting and reacting to draw the most delicious noises from Maverick.
Ice indulges in the opportunity, moves back to Maverick’s side, and trails a finger up Mav’s cock to the precome pooling on Maverick’s belly. He draws two fingers through the mess and holds them to Maverick’s lips, purrs “good boy” when Maverick diligently, and without direction, opens his mouth. Dragging his fingers across Maverick’s waiting tongue, Ice taps on Mav’s jaw and Maverick closes his mouth, sucking lewdly on Ice’s fingers the same way he’d been sucking Ice’s cock earlier.
“You’ve got our fingers in both your holes,” he says, carding his fingers through Maverick’s hair. “Must feel so good. This how you want to come?” Ice makes eye contact with Jake, who’s got three fingers buried deep inside Maverick, and smiles when Mav groans around Ice’s fingers, shakes his head against the pillow. “Oh, you want something else?” Ice asks sweetly, pressing down on Maverick’s tongue. “Are you going to be greedy when we’re already giving you so much?”
Maverick manages to glare at Ice and whine, simultaneously, a feat he’s perfected over time and Ice pulls his fingers from Maverick’s mouth, traces them along Mav’s lips. “Tell us what you want, Maverick, and we’ll give it to you. Won’t we, Jake?” He adds.
“You can count on it. Bet I know what it is, too,” Jake says, and must do something with his fingers because Maverick lets out a rough moan.
“Fuck me already.”
Ice motions to Jake to withdraw his fingers and shivers at Maverick’s responding cry when he’s left empty, sorry to miss the sight of Maverick’s open, fluttering hole. “Do you think it’s polite to make demands? Try again, Mav.”
“Jake,” Maverick starts, eyes burning and locked on the younger man, “ please fuck me.”
Leaning over Maverick, Jake whispers, “This what you want?” He’s teasing Maverick’s hole with his cock, rubbing against Mav’s entrance in slow circles. Maverick’s hands flex against his knees, as he works to maintain control, sobbing out a stuttered “ yes .”
“I think you’ve earned it,” Ice praises, and moves to a chair facing the bed, while Jake slips on a condom. He wants a full view of the two men and is rewarded when Jake pushes Maverick’s knees back and drives his cock into Maverick’s hole with a slow, steady thrust of his hips. Maverick’s head tilts back, bearing the long line of his throat as a strangled groan rumbles from his chest.
Ice strokes his cock, matching the steady rhythm Jake’s set, fire burning in Ice’s belly at the sight of Jake’scock driving into Maverick, at the unrestrained pleasure on both of their faces. They’re gorgeous together—Maverick, especially, with the way he gives himself over to Jake, fully and completely. From where Ice sits, he hears little beyond the sound of skin slapping and occasional grunt or moan, but he can see Jake whispering to Mav, the flush that heats Maverick’s cheeks at Jake’s words.
It’s Ice’s own exercise of control to stay at a distance, watching, and eventually he can’t hold out any longer, making his way back to the bed to sit by Maverick’s head. Jake slows down long enough to kiss Ice, and then he’s rolling his hips and thrusting at the same relentless pace, drawing debauched whines from Mav, who’s still holding his knees, untouched cock angry and red on his belly. Ice’s cock is hard, finally demanding attention, and he rubs his shaft against Maverick’s cheek, quickly earning the other man’s attention. Maverick turns toward Ice and licks at the head of Ice’s cock, little flicks of his tongue all Mav can manage from the angle and the way Ice holds his cock just out of reach.
“You want my cock? Need it in your mouth?” Ice brushes his cock against Maverick’s lips, draws back just as Mav tilts his head forward for more.
He hears a muttered “ fuck,” from Jake at the same time Maverick sobs out Ice’s name, leaning toward Ice’s cock for another taste. When Ice denies him again, Maverick sighs out a desperate, “Please,” and presses on, insistent. “Need you. Need it, Ice.”
Heat curls through Ice at the awareness that Jake is balls deep in Maverick, fucking him the way Mav’s wanted, but Maverick is still desperate for Ice. He brushes his lips across Mav’s and mutters, “Gonna give it to you,” before turning to Jake. “He’s gotta turn over.”
Jake pulls out, earning a cry from Maverick, but then Maverick rolls over, his ass in the air, ready and eager for Jake to push back in. Ice shifts on the bed so he’s sitting with his back against the headboard, and tugs Maverick toward him so Maverick can position himself above Ice’s cock. Ice’s eyes are on Maverick’s face but there’s no question about the moment Jake slides back inside, Maverick’s grunt, the slackness in his face, a clear giveaway.
Ice wraps a hand around the back of Maverick’s head and fists his hair in a tight grip, pulling Maverick down to Ice’s waiting cock. “Show me how badly you wanted this,” he growls, before pushing his cock into Maverick’s waiting mouth. Mav swallows him down, immediately relaxing his throat, so Ice can fuck into the tight, wet heat. With his grip on Maverick’s head, Ice sets the pace, whispers “good boy,” when Maverick lets go and gives himself over to Ice.
From his vantage point, Ice has a perfect view of Jake, who’s resumed fucking Maverick, his hands tight enough on Maverick’s hips that Ice is already thinking about the bruises that will form, how Maverick will squirm when Ice presses his thumbs into the visual reminder of tonight. Ice tugs at Maverick’s hair, draws a thumb down his cheek, in honest awe of what he’s experiencing—Maverick taking Ice deeper in time with Jake’s thrusts, Jake’s harsh grunts, Mav’s moans vibrating around his cock—he doesn’t want to forget a minute of this.
“Should have done this sooner,” he huffs, finding it more difficult to maintain control. “Stuffed you full. You’re perfect like this.” Maverick whines around his cock, then takes him even deeper, and Ice fights to stave off his orgasm. “Can you hold out a little longer?” he asks Jake, hoping he hasn’t waited too long.
“Fuck. Yes. Wanna keep going as long as I can. He feels so fucking good. Shit.” Jake’s voice is wrecked, gritty and rough, his body shining with the impact of his efforts. He’s stunning.
Ice turns his attention back to Maverick, though, both hands on his head now to chase the release that’s been building since earlier in the night, when he and Maverick were simply anticipating Jake’s arrival. Maverick knows Ice’s body, his signals, well enough that he’s right there with Ice, ready when Ice starts fucking up into Mav’s throat with abandon, Ice’s gut tightening as his pleasure peaks. When he comes, his body shakes with the force of it; he thinks it’s only the stability of the headboard keeping him upright as he pulses into Maverick’s mouth and feels Mav swallow his spend. “So good, so good,” he babbles, not even sure what to attribute the words to—the night, his orgasm, Maverick. All of it, it’s all of it, he decides, fighting to come back to himself so he can take care of the other two men in the bed with him.
“You wanna come, Mav? You ready?” Ice pants, unsurprised when Maverick buries his head against Ice’s thigh and mouths “yes, please,” into his skin.
“Can you pull him into your lap, jerk him off?” he asks Jake, and helps lift Maverick, upon Jake’s confirming nod. Maverick’s legs straddle Jake’s strong thighs, Jake’s cock still buried inside Maverick, his hips rolling in slow circles as he gets his hand on Maverick’s cock. Ice grabs the lube and drizzles some down Mav’s shaft to ease the way, Jake’s grip strong and sure as he strokes. Maverick’s head lolls back on Jake’s shoulder and Jake turns his head to capture Maverick’s lips in a bruising kiss. It’s a scorchingly hot sight and, not for the first time tonight, Ice thinks they made a mistake forgoing a recording. He could watch this scene on a loop for days.
Ice sees Maverick’s thighs quiver, studies the rise and fall of his chest, and instructs Jake to stroke a little faster, direction which Jake immediately applies. They’re rewarded with a gasp from Maverick who seems to have ceased holding any of his weight, counting entirely on Jake to hold him up. When he comes, Maverick almost seems taken by surprise, a soft “oh,” falling from his lips as he shakes in Jake’s arms, long ropes of come staining Mav’s belly and thighs. Jake shakes along with Maverick, and Ice knows how good it feels to be deep inside Maverick when he comes, his hole clenching tight around Ice’s cock.
“C’mon, Mav, hands and knees.” Ice pulls Maverick toward him, off of Jake’s lap, and helps Mav get positioned. Maverick has yet to catch his breath when Jake pushes back inside, hands back on Maverick’s hips. When Jake starts fucking him again, powerful and fast, Maverick tries to sink onto his forearms but Ice stops him midmovement. “Give Jake what he needs, sweetheart. You can do it.”
“It’s too much. I- It’s too much,” Maverick cries, quietly. Ice is sure it’s a lot to take, overstimulating, exhausting, but he’s also certain that Maverick has this left to give, and he tilts Maverick’s head up to look into his eyes.
“You’ve been so good, Mav. Perfect,” he praises. “Give this to Jake. Just a little more.” Maverick takes a deep breath and holds himself up, solid and strong for Jake, who seems close to his own release. “So good, isn’t he, Jake?”
“Oh, fuck. So good, Maverick,” Jake rasps. “Feel so good, so tight. Fuck.” Jake slams back into Maverick, one, two, three more times and stills, orgasm overtaking him. His face goes lax with pleasure and, moments later, his grip on Maverick’s hips relaxes enough that Maverick falls to the mattress, Jake slipping out of Maverick’s hole as he does.
Jake flops down next to Maverick on the bed, Ice resting against the headboard, and it’s quiet as they come back to themselves. “Holy shit,” Maverick laughs, breaking the silence.
Ice leans forward and cards his hand through Mav’s hair, resting his palm on Maverick’s neck. “You doing okay?” He asks.
“I’m great. Exhausted, but great.” Maverick places his hand over Ice’s and squeezes, then tangles their fingers together.
Ice looks over at Jake, whose eyes are closed, his hand on Maverick’s back. “How about you?”
Jake keeps his eyes closed when he mumbles, “Fantastic. Literally couldn’t be better.”
Ice planned ahead, has a change of sheets and some washcloths easily accessible, and considers how to get Jake and Mav moving so they can clean up. He tosses a pair of clean boxers on Maverick’s back and looks at Jake, considering. “You’re welcome to sleep naked, Jake. I promise you no one’s going to complain. But I can grab you some sweats if you prefer.”
Now Jake opens his eyes and raises an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
“We’re not going to make you sleep naked, Jake,” Ice smirks.
“That’s not what I-”
“I know,” Ice interrupts. “Bed’s big enough for three. No pressure, but we’d like you to stay.”
“Sure would,” Mav chimes in from where he’s still lying, immobile.
Jake is quiet, and Ice realizes this was a miss in the long list of things they discussed ahead of time but, finally, Jake nods his head and closes his eyes again.
Ice takes in the scene in the bed and settles back down, lying next to Maverick. He closes his eyes, letting exhaustion take over. Everything else can wait, he supposes, and rests his arm across Mav’s back, fingers tangling with Jake’s as he joins the other men in well-earned sleep.