#(aka copy and pasting into grammarly and fixing the obvious mistakes)

[stopthatfool]

Writing WIP! Hell yeah!

Thanks for the tag @woodsywarbler! (so so so excited!)

As it is 3 AM... my mind is pulling a blank on who to tag... my apologies! I hereby tag everybody and anybody who would like to join in!

My current WIPs all surround ch.7 for The Jeep Universe (I promise I'm working on it, and on this day, at 3AM.. i shall provide proof)! Though let it be known, that the scene I have typed up (everything else still locked away in my notebook...) is slightly nsfw! Very slight! Nothing graphic, just the beginnings of something!

There aren't any major spoilers for The Jeep Universe under the cut, it's mostly just a sneak peak!

“Don’t say that,” Ice whispered. His voice was kind of broken. Voice kind of hollow and harrowing. Kind of heartbreaking. It made Mav want to say sorry again. He almost did. Please. I’m sorry.

But instead, Maverick said, “Okay.” Because there’s nothing else he could’ve possibly said. The script didn’t tell him he could say anything else. 

There was more manhandling, Ice moving Mav’s body, the bones cracking and moans erupting, from pain or pleasure, neither were sure. Ice still reacted to each sound with a deep breath of his own, a hitch inward, his whole body reacting, full of tremors and shakes, like a whole structure crumbling down. A thumb pressed inward and hit the flesh, pressed deeper like he was trying to dig a hole. And maybe he was. Or still is. Maybe Maverick doesn’t care what Ice wants to do to him as long as he’s there. Doing it. Because he wants to. Because he wants to be around Maverick. Regardless if it’s to dig a hole or patch one up. Maverick will take it, can take it. Willingly take it. 

Mav found himself up against the couch cushions again, his legs spread, his bad knee spread out delicately, and the bulge in his loose boxers was even more obvious. Maverick’s hips shifted unconsciously in search of more friction, a way to convince himself that Ice was touching him directly. 

It went slowly, the way Ice made his way from the armrest to stand in front and over Maverick, his shadow covering all of him, looking down at Mav like that day with the cigarette and the car doors almost slamming shut. But this time, there was no anger. Just the two of them in the dark, everything barely visible, like how they would do it six years ago. Everything was shadowed and secret. A secret with a broken man on the couch with a desperate, broken look from the other standing above. 

No words were exchanged between them. Just the eye contact and the saying without saying. No words. Just the looks as Ice slowly lowered himself to his knees. Maverick heard one of Ice’s knees quietly crack as they bent. They never did that six years ago. Six years. Six years. Six years. Fuck. 

All tentative but firm, Ice placed his burning palms on Maverick’s thighs. Ice looked, and Mav looked back. Maverick coughed lightly. The spell didn’t break this time. Ice watched the whole way through. Ice just closed his eyes when Mav was finally done and whispered. “Please.”