#Achilles answered with “It's a competition and I'm winning”

[jules-ln]

Diomedes would've been the gay icon of the Iliad if it wasn't for the fact that what Achilles did was so gay, he hoarded the collective queer attention all for himself.

Like, Diomedes had what, a few scenes of homoerotic subtext with Odysseus and Sthenelus? That's great hun, but Achilles dragged a corpse around a city and then had his ashes mixed with those of his "best friend"

[undiscovered-horizon]

Imagine being Maverick's daughter and quickly catching the eye of both Rooster and Hangman, unknowingly starting a cutthroat competition. - HANGMAN'S ENDING

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[Part 1] [Rooster's Ending] [Secret Ending?]

Hangman was one of those men who, although seem to only switch between flirting and insulting, was quite obvious in his heart's desires and it just so happened that you were one of them. Jake has made it clear on quite a few occasions that he was interested in you - of course, out of Maverick's earshot. You were disillusioned about his affection because, truthfully, he couldn't have been more straightforward. Especially considering that one time he said that Seresin fit you better than Mitchell.

Jake seemed to have a never-ending supply of comebacks and although it might be overwhelming or annoying at times, it was greatly alluring in its challenging nature. Even when you tried to play hard to get, just for the sake of a pastime, no amount of indifference in your voice could turn him off: whatever you dished out, Hangman was taking it without hesitation. Unlike many men you have met in your life, he seemed to genuinely enjoy the chase, loving the challenge and its sweet prize.

There was an ounce of shamelessness in him - Hangman was the type of person to spin a very explicit, lewd yarn over breakfast and act as if all is good. He had his bizarre habit of leaning in as if he wanted to tell you something in secret only to say a cheesy pickup line or something borderline obscene. Whenever you answered with carelessly risque flirting, he would raise his eyebrows slightly only smile at you and bite his lip.

"I'm gonna take you up on that one, princess," he would usually say and avoid Maverick's watchful gaze by mere seconds.

Now that the scorching sands of the beach were burning your feet, you really couldn't pinpoint the exact reason why you had agreed to tag along for the dogfight match. Was it to make sure Jake sees you in a skimpy bikini? Or was it because you wanted to watch Adonis himself glisten with sweat and ocean water? Whatever it was, you tried your best to make sure your father doesn't get suspicious, which turned out to be quite difficult considering the wide grin on Jake's face and his wandering eyes always, somehow, finding their way to you. Preoccupied with watching the blonde, deliciously arrogant, man, you never noticed Rooster's furious stare. It was hard to say whether his face was red from the sun or because his blood was boiling with crimson red anger, maybe mixed with pungent green envy.

One of the older patrons of the bar played The Monkees' I'm a Believer. It was a song that always brought a smile to your face - mainly because of its indirect promise of world-shattering romance even for those who had long gone lost the dream of a happy ending. For the first time in your life, drinking a cold beer and watching Jake show off his dart-throwing skills, you had finally understood what the singer must have felt when making the song. Maybe there was a benevolent God and handsome, suave soldiers existed beyond the story of Pearl Harbour.

"Bull's eye for the lady's heart," Jake announced as he showed you the very last dart in his hand. Squeezed between his thick, rough fingers, it was a very lucky dart.

You rolled your eyes at his statement but, truthfully, you knew very well that he had already scored that bull's eye some time ago. To make the thing a bit more dramatic, and so his expected win all the more impressive, Jake turned his head away from the board and covered his eyes with his free hand. "Show-off" would have been an equally fitting callsign for him.

Just as anyone could have expected, Hangman effortlessly threw the dart straight at the middle of the board and you couldn't help but wonder how long it took him to get this good. Maybe he wasn't actually Adonis but Achilles, a beautiful warrior born with unmatched skills in everything he took up.

All suave and confident, Jake gave you that arrogant smile he seemed to always wear. Although his gaze was focused on your face, you were disillusioned about his imagination: in his mind, you've been naked since you set foot inside The Hard Deck.

"I don't disappoint, darling," he stated as he came closer to you. His arms sneaked around your waist and you couldn't stop yourself from putting yours around his neck. You bit your lip at the sexual undertone, never once doubting the honesty in his words.

"Impressive," you said with a slight nod. Jake would get too in over his head if you let him get the full taste of victory. The ever so impure undertones of the words he showered you with were getting to you. "What's your secret, pretty boy?"

"I'm just really good with my hands, sweet cheeks." Hangman shamelessly slid the tips of his fingers behind the denim of your shorts.

It was a real blessing that Maverick was running a little late and he had no chance to witness Jake's very forward comments. Penny did an amazing job of thoughtfully looking the other way.

"I'll have to remain unconvinced for now but I'm open to being proved wrong."

Jake only chuckled before leaning down to give you a deep, maybe slightly obscene in a public place, kiss. From the sheer pressure he put into it, how his teeth ever so slightly grazed your swollen lips, there were no doubts left that in the chase after your heart, he had given you his own. He wasn't a man of half-measures and, perhaps, that's what had drawn you to him. The show of affection earned an audible groan and a few off-hand comments from Fanboy, Payback and Coyote who were playing pool at the time. Part of their displeasure came from the sheer disappointment of losing a bet they had with Phoenix, Bob and Penny. Although they had little care for Jake's fortune, they had to make sure Maverick never finds out about their part in the warfare between Hangman and Rooster.

"Aren't you worried about my dad?" you asked quietly somewhere between those long, passionate kisses.

"Your old man doesn't scare me."

"Oh, feeling particularly brave tonight, Seresin?"

"Shouldn't I, Miss Mitchell? I just scored the heart of a gorgeous lady." Another deep kiss muffled your lovely laughter and Rooster was ready to break a bottle of beer over his own head.

"Sore loser, aren't you?" Natasha asked Bradley who was sitting at the bar with a perfect view of you and Jake. A mischievous grin crept onto her face. They both knew perfectly well just how unbearable Jake was going to be in the near future, boasting about his prowess and impeccable charm. Rooster's hand turned white from the tight grip he had on his bottle of beer.

"Phoenix, don't," he answered without looking at her. His eyes were glued to you, enviously watching the lack of space between your and Jake's bodies. Bradley set down his bottle of beer a little too loud, earning an amused side-eye from Penny. He knew that Hangman wasn't going to let this one go and Rooster had to brace himself for the heartbreak to be rubbed in beyond imagination.

For a moment, Bradley considered ratting Jake out to Maverick.