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Stay (Part 1)

AI-Less Whumptober 2024: Day 23. Passing Out, “Hey?! Stay with me, okay?!” Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick, Hangman, Bob, FloydSin, Bob's POV Summary: Once again, Bob finds himself dragged along to the club with the rest of his friends. Miserable, and unable to find the only person he really wants to spend time with, he decides to head home. But he's about to discover where Jake has been all night... Word Count: 4230 TW: College AU, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Blood, Stabbed, Unexpressed Feelings, Getting Mugged, Broken Finger, Left for Dead, Tears, Language, Hopeful Ending Notes: Thank you to @green-socks and @ohtobeleah for beta reading this for me! For @ailesswhumptober's whumptober event.

Part 2

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Bob wasn’t sure how he kept letting himself get talked into this every weekend. While practically all of his classmates loved going to bars or clubs, he wasn’t your typical college student. He didn’t drink and he was too self-conscious to get out there and dance (probably because he didn’t drink), so he once again found himself standing alone in a dimly lit corner while the rest of his friends let loose.

Nat had promised this time would be different, that she wouldn’t leave his side. Yet his roommate predictably disappeared as soon as Jake and Javy walked through the doors. Bob spotted her several minutes later in the middle of the dance floor, Javy’s arms tangled around her body as he ground on her. If the past was any indication, they would be inseparable until the next morning, which left Bob on his own once more.

He gave it another hour before he called it a night. Everyone in their usual gang was too preoccupied with their own fun to notice that he had been standing in the same spot, holding the same bottle of water, since he got there: Bradley was at the bar surrounded by a group of gorgeous girls who were hanging on his every word; Nat and Javy had migrated to one of the other dark corners of the club and Bob was scared even to glance over to see what they were doing; Reuben and Mickey were in a heated drunken discussion with a few guys from their film class but things were escalating to that point where either a fight was about to break out or they were all about to buy another round of shots, of which neither option interested Bob; and Jake…Jake was nowhere to be seen.

Bob had last spotted him about twenty minutes ago making out with a girl he didn’t recognize. Knowing Jake, he had probably ducked into one of the bathrooms with her and there was no way Bob was going to try to confirm that suspicion. Last semester he had walked in on a situation just like that and it was an experience he wasn’t looking forward to repeating.

Not that Bob didn’t like Jake. In fact, he might like the guy a little too much which was yet another reason he didn’t want to see him doing that with someone else. Not that Jake would ever...not with someone like him.

Bob sighed as he pushed open the door at the back of the club and stepped into the back alley. Jake always seemed different when they were alone together compared to when they were all hanging out with the rest of their friends. In those moments, he wasn’t “Hangman”, the star quarterback who had the entire college campus swooning at his feet and an ego the size of his home state. No, when Bob found himself one-on-one with the guy, it was when he saw the real Jake. He was softer, more open, and his smile always seemed genuine, not like the one he flashed for his adoring fans.

Lately, those stolen moments with Jake had become the highlight of Bob’s week, and they were the real reason he kept allowing Nat to drag him along with her to places like this. Most of the time, Jake was preoccupied with whatever girl who caught his eye that night. But sometimes—if Bob was lucky—Jake would track him down and they would spend the entire night tucked away in a corner together talking and laughing.

However, that hadn’t happened in a while. Not since the last night of Spring Break…

Bob was so lost in his thoughts as he began walking towards the front of the club, that he would have continued walking, oblivious to the fact anything was wrong, if a low moan hadn’t echoed through the alleyway at just that moment. Pausing, he turned back and peered down the dark passage behind him, trying to make out who or what had made that sound. But it was impossible to tell in the dimly lit space.

He glanced back in the direction he had been heading, the welcoming bright lights of the street beckoning him towards them. However, he knew if he just left only to later find out someone had been in trouble and he could have helped, he would never be able to live with himself. So, reluctantly, he walked deeper into the alley.

The streetlight was broken back here, but as Bob ventured further, he was eventually able to make out a figure on the ground, leaning against the far wall. He still couldn’t see the person’s face, but as he neared, he recognized the designer jeans and cowboy boot on the outstretched leg.

“Jake? Is that you?” Bob took a few hesitant steps closer to the man at the end of the alley. “Did you have too many drinks again?”

The only response was another moan.

Bob chewed on his lip while he considered his options. This wouldn’t be the first time Jake had overindulged and wound up passed out in a random location, but Javy or Bradley were usually around to deal with him. This was the first time Bob had stumbled into this situation on his own and he wasn’t sure what to do. Finally, he called out, “I’m going to go get Javy so he can take you home.”

But as Bob turned to go back into the club, he heard a weak “B-Bob?” that made him freeze in place, his blood running cold. That single word whispered in through the darkness was laced with such pain and fear—two things he had never heard in Jake’s voice before. This wasn’t just another case of Jake drinking himself stupid. Something was very wrong here.

Slowly, Bob turned back towards the figure. “Jake? A-are you okay?” When he didn’t get a response, he walked closer and gasped. “Oh my god,” Bob breathed as he got his first good look at the man lying before him. No…not him. Not Jake…

Jake Seresin lay crumpled against the brick wall in a frighteningly large pool of what appeared to be his own blood. His clothes which had been immaculate only an hour before were now ruined. His favorite leather jacket was missing, his tight shirt was torn in multiple places, and everything was stained a deep red. Bob never realized a person could lose that much blood and still be conscious.

But his face…Jake’s face was the worst part. His once handsome, Adonis-like face was now mangled almost to the point of being unrecognizable. Blood matted his hair into thick dark clumps which were plastered against his face. His lip was split wide with a trail of blood leaking over his chin, down his neck, and onto his chest. Bob couldn’t be certain, but through the gore, it appeared as if Jake might also be missing a tooth or two. One eye was swollen shut while the other was bloodshot and dilated as it struggled to focus on Bob.

“Hey, Bobby.” Jake shifted slightly—unable to do much more than that—and tilted his head so his “good” eye was turned towards Bob. His voice was raspy and weak, but a smile ghosted across his face. “Are you really here or is this a dream?”

More like a nightmare, Bob thought as he knelt beside Jake. He was so focused on his friend that he didn’t pay attention to where he was kneeling and he immediately felt something sticky and warm seeping into the fabric of his jeans. He gagged when he realized it was Jake’s blood, but tried to push that thought aside for now.

Bob carefully rested his hand on Jake’s outstretched leg so he could feel that he was real. “No, I’m really here. What happened to you?” However, as Jake opened his mouth, Bob shook his head. “No, wait, it doesn’t matter right now. I need to get you help and fast.”

“Bobby…”

Bob ignored him as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. His hands were trembling so much it took him three attempts to finally dial 911. As soon as he heard the line pick up, Bob stammered, “H-hello? My friend was hurt o–or attacked or something. I just found him in an alley and he’s bleeding really badly… like really badly. There’s so much blood and I-I-I don’t know what to do!” Bob tried to keep his voice as calm as possible, yet he couldn’t help the slight tremble in his words.

The woman on the other end asked for his location and Bob did his best to describe how to find them down the dark alleyway. She thanked him and promised to send help as soon as possible. However, it did little to ease the panic in Bob’s chest as he hung up.

Next, he tried calling Javy, then Nat, then Bradley, then Javy again, but none of them picked up. The noise of the club was probably drowning out their phones.

Resigned to the fact he was in this alone, Bob turned his focus back to Jake. “The ambulance should be here soon. You’re gonna be okay.” He felt the bitterness the words left on his tongue and he prayed they weren’t a lie. “C-can I do anything? Make you more comfortable?”

“You’re here,” Jake mumbled, his finger tapping Bob’s knee. “Isn’t that enough?”

Bob choked back a sob. No. It wasn’t enough. It was killing him to see Jake—strong, cocky, confident Jake—like this and knowing there was little he could do to ease his pain. Bob still couldn’t believe any of this was real, that Jake was actually lying here bleeding out before his eyes. “What happened?”

“Was tryna be a hero. Followed a girl out here and saw she was cornered by four or five scary-lookin’ guys so I stepped in. Got her behind me, thought she was safe, ‘til the bitch literally stabbed me in the back.” Jake shifted to the right slightly with an agonizing groan and Bob could see a deep gash on his back rapidly oozing blood. He quickly removed his jacket and pressed it against the wound as Jake hissed. “Guess it was all an act and I fell for it. Then her buddies beat the shit outta me and took my stuff.”

“What stuff?”

“Everythin’. Watch, wallet, phone—” his breath hitched slightly in his throat “—even my ring.”

Bob glanced down to see the knuckle on Jake’s empty right ring finger bent awkwardly and swollen to almost three times its normal size. The thieves must have ripped the ring off his finger without considering how it would hurt Jake. His finger was almost assuredly broken, maybe worse.

Yet more than the physical pain it must have caused him, Bob could only imagine how devastated Jake must be to lose it. It had been his older brother’s class ring that Jake had inherited after he was killed by a drunk driver when Jake was fifteen. In the three years Bob had known him, Jake had only ever taken the ring off for football games, then it was immediately returned to his finger the second he stepped off the field. Jake would have fought with everything he had to keep that ring, which explained why the injury to his finger seemed so severe.

“I’m sorry, Jake. But I’m sure he’d understand.”

Jake chuckled, a tear rolling down his cheek. “Ty would have been mad I fought so hard to keep it. ‘It’s just a stupid ring, Jakey. It’s not worth your fuckin’ life.’” But then his smile dropped, a slight grimace of pain shooting across it as he moved the injured parts of his face. In a thick voice, he choked out, “But it was all I had left of him, you know? I couldn’t just…I couldn’t just let them take it.”

As more tears streamed down Jake’s face, Bob nodded before turning away to give his friend a moment of privacy. He glanced down the alleyway, the light from the street just a faint glow in the distance. It worried him that even once help arrived, they might have trouble finding them tucked all the way back here in the darkness.

Turning back to Jake—who had composed himself once more— Bob asked, “Do you think you could walk a little if I helped get you to your feet?”

“Seein’ that I can’t feel my feet right now, I doubt it.” A full-body shiver passed through Jake. When he spoke again, there was a slight quiver in his voice. “Man, I thought San Diego was supposed to be warm this time of year. It’s fuckin’ freezin’ tonight.”

Bob didn’t have the heart to tell him that it was currently close to 90°F and the coldness he was feeling was probably due to blood loss.

He glanced back towards the street. “Then maybe I should go wait closer to the entrance so they can find us.” He started to stand up. “I’ll be rig–”

“No. Please, stay.” Jake’s hand brushed against Bob’s leg as his voice trembled. “I…I don’t wanna be alone.” The vulnerability and fear in his voice nearly shattered Bob’s heart. There was an unspoken meaning to his words, but they both knew what he was really saying.

Bob sunk back to the ground, taking Jake’s uninjured left hand and squeezing it tightly. “That’s not gonna happen. And I’m not going anywhere. The ambulance is on its way and they’re going to help. You just have to hold on a bit longer.” Tears began slipping from his eyes, fogging his glasses, but he didn’t dare let go of Jake’s hand to clean them off. “Jake, I can’t…I need you to be okay. So I won’t go anywhere, but you can’t either. Okay?”

Jake slowly reached up—his right hand trembling from the effort—and cupped Bob’s cheek. His hand was ice cold and sticky with blood, but Bob leaned gently into his caress which made a soft smile flicker across Jake’s face. In a voice barely over a whisper, he murmured, “I’m glad it was you.” Then, his eyes drifted shut and his whole body went limp, his hand slipping from Bob’s cheek and splashing into the pool of his own blood on the pavement.

“J-Jake?” Bob felt his heart stop as he stared at the still body of his friend. He squeezed Jake’s hand tighter where it was still clutched in his own, silently begging for even the slightest of signs that he was okay. But Jake didn’t even flinch. “Hey?! Stay with me, okay? Please, Jake. Don’t leave me. You got to hold on. For me…please. I can’t—”

Bob’s head snapped up as he heard a siren off in the distance steadily growing closer. He wanted to jump up and sprint down the alley, screaming for them to hurry, to help Jake before it was too late. But he had made him a promise. He wasn’t going to leave him, no matter what.

So, as Bob saw dark shapes moving at the edge of the glowing entrance to the alley, he took a deep breath and cried at the top of his lungs, “Help! We’re back here! Please! We need help! Someone! PLEASE!”

For a moment, nothing happened. Then he saw three figures making their way down the alley, a gurney rolling unevenly across the broken pavement. They had lights attached to their shirts and Bob blinked as they got closer, the sudden brightness temporarily blinding him. He heard one of the men mutter, “Oh, fuck. I thought dispatch said there was only one victim.”

Realizing how gory he must look, Bob raised his hand to shield his face from the light. “I-I’m okay. It’s just my friend. Please, you have to help him.”

The three men bent down and began to examine Jake. It was only then that Bob pried his hand off of Jake’s and stepped back, giving them room to work. They muttered softly between themselves before one—a spiky-haired blond with piercing blue eyes—turned to look at Bob. “Hey, kid. What’s your name?”

“B-bob.”

“Bob, can you tell me what happened to your friend?”

Bob tried to think of where to start. “H-his name’s Jake. We came to the club with a group of friends. I-I wanted to go home so I came through the back and found him…” He shuddered as he remembered almost walking away when he first heard Jake’s moan of pain. “He said he was stabbed and beaten up by thr–no! Four or five guys. And there was a girl with them too. They took all his stuff and ran off. He was alone when I found him.”

“So, you called it in?” Bob nodded. “And he was still conscious at that point?” Bob nodded again. “Okay, that’s a good sign.”

One of the other paramedics, a taller muscular man with darker spiked hair and a broad forehead, caught the first man’s attention. “We’re good.”

The first man nodded and all three men stood up. Carefully, they lifted Jake and placed him on the gurney. Bob nearly sobbed with relief as Jake groaned softly as they moved him. It was the first sign of life he had shown since his hand slipped from Bob’s face. But a pained Jake was an alive Jake, and that was something Bob could accept for the moment.

As the paramedic began wheeling Jake down the alleyway, Bob stumbled behind them, his legs feeling weak and unsteady beneath him. He kept his eyes on the uneven ground. But as they neared the entrance of the alley, and Bob heard the paramedics talking about whether it was okay to leave him alone or if they should wait for the police to show up, Bob’s head snapped up.

“No!” He struggled to push his way past the paramedics to reach Jake’s hand once more. “No! I promised! I promised I wouldn’t leave him!”

The first paramedic turned and placed his hand on Bob’s shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he held him back from the gurney. Smiling softly, he said, “And you didn’t. You stayed with him until help got to him. You did good, kid. But now we need space to do our job. We’re taking him to St. Mary’s Hospital a few blocks from here. Do you have someone who can drive you?” Bob nodded, his lips trembling. “Good. Tell the person at the front desk Tom said to let you through. I’ll let them know the situation and make sure they let you see him once he’s stable.”

“Th-thank you.”

The man—Tom—nodded, his smile widening slightly. “He’ll be alright. And it’s all thanks to you, Bob. You saved his life. You should be proud of yourself, kid.” Then, with one last squeeze of his shoulder, Tom turned and hurried back to where the other paramedics were wheeling the gurney to the ambulance.

The sounds of the siren must have cut through the noise inside the club because a large mass of people began streaming out trying to see what all the commotion was about. As Bob reached the end of the alley and stepped back onto the main sidewalk, he saw Nat and Javy exiting the club just in front of him, arm in arm as they strained to see over the crowd to where the lights of the emergency vehicle were flashing.

“Jake?” Javy took a few steps towards the ambulance, his eyes wide in disbelief as he caught a glimpse of the man being loaded into the back. As the paramedics moved aside, giving the mob of onlookers a better look at the victim, Javy bolted forward trying to get to his best friend’s side. “Jake!”

However, he only made it a few steps before Nat grabbed his arm and pulled him back. As Javy struggled against her, she leaned her forehead against his shoulder and murmured, “They’ve got him. You need to let them help and you do that by staying out of their way. Let them do their job.”

Javy continued to fight for another moment before slumping into her embrace. His eyes remained fixed on his teammate, his roommate, his best friend as they began loading Jake into the ambulance. “What the fuck happened to him?”

“He was jumped behind the club. Th-they stabbed him and took his stuff.”

Both Javy and Nat whirled around at the sound of Bob’s voice. Nat gasped as she took in his blood-soaked appearance and immediately ran to his side.

But as she began to fuss over him, her fingers gently running over his body as she checked him for injuries, he shrugged her off, muttering, “It’s okay. It’s not mine.”

“Jake’s?” Bob nodded and her eyes grew wide. “You were there?”

He shook his head. “Not for the attack. I found him afterward when I was heading home. I-I called the ambulance.”

Bob looked down at his hands which were covered in Jake’s blood—clinging to the creases on his palms, buried under his fingernails, dripping slowly off the ends of his fingertips—and the full force of the last twenty minutes hit him like a semi-truck. Now that Jake was out of immediate danger and safely in the hands of those trained to help him, there was nothing to keep Bob from feeling everything he had managed to hold back from the moment he saw his friend lying dying in the alley.

Bursting into tears, Bob sobbed, “There was so much blood, Nat, I-I didn’t know what to do! He tried to be strong, to play it off like he wasn’t that hurt because he knew I was worried, but I’ve never seen Jake like that. So weak and in pain. And he was scared. He didn’t want me to leave him to get help. He didn’t want to be alone. I couldn’t leave him a-alone!” Another sob wracked his body as he remembered the way Jake looked at him just before he passed out. Dread sat like a brick in his chest as he wondered if that was the last time he would see Jake’s smile or those pale green eyes that brought him such joy.

With tears welling up in her own eyes, Nat pulled him into her arms and squeezed him so tightly Bob thought she might break something. “Oh, Bob. Why didn’t you call us?”

“I-I tried but neither of you p-picked up,” he cried, nuzzling his face into her shoulder despite the fact it caused his glasses to dig painfully into the bridge of his nose. The mix of pain and comfort actually helped ground him at the moment.

Javy quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. When he saw the missed calls, he cursed loudly and hurled his phone to the ground, not even flinching as it shattered on the sidewalk. “Fuck!” He crouched down and buried his head in his hands just as the ambulance pulled out, sirens blaring.

Bob felt how tense Nat was beneath his embrace, and he knew she was trying to process everything just as much as the rest of them were. However, ever the level-headed one, she sighed and said, “Okay. Here’s what we’re gonna do.” She rested her hand on Javy’s shoulder. “Were you in Jake’s truck tonight?” He looked up, tears filling his eyes, and nodded. She swore under her breath as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Then we have to go find Bradley. We all came in the Bronco so he’ll have to drive us to the hospital.”

Javy straightened up, a little more composed now that he had a plan to follow. “I’ll track him down. Go see if the police need to get a statement from Bob. Then we’ll all meet in the parking lot.” Nat nodded and Javy pushed his way back into the club.

Now, with all of her attention back on him, Nat asked Bob softly, “Do you think you can talk to the police?”

Bob nodded, but then his face crumpled as another sob escaped his lips. Trembling, he cried, “Nat…I can’t lose him. Not Jake. Not like this.”

The tears that she had been holding back slipped from her eyes as she gathered Bob into her arms. “I know. I’m so sorry, Bob. I’m so sorry you had to be the one to find him and that you had to do this all alone. I know what he means to you.”

Bob squeezed his eyes together tightly. She didn’t know. Not really. She knew that lately Bob had sparked up an unusual friendship with Jake and the two sometimes hung out alone. But Bob had never told her the full story. He never told her how he got butterflies in his stomach whenever Jake called him ‘Bobby’. Or how he offered to tutor Jake in geometry just so he could spend more time with him. Or how his heart almost beats out of his chest when Jake slings his arms across his shoulder when the gang all hangs out together.

He never told her how he kissed Jake on the last night of Spring Break or how, for a moment, it felt like Jake had kissed him back.

But most importantly, Bob had never told her that he was hopelessly, head-over-heels in love with Jake Seresin.

There will be one more part coming 10/28 written from Jake's POV!

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icemavschild · 4 months ago

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heyo, can I get some bob and Hangman fluff, Bob reacting to Hangman having big fluffy black cat also named Bob? totally not projecting here

OH MY GOD YES!

Summary: Hangman gets a little bit too tipsy and starts talking about his previous baby Bob

Warnings: none. Just fluff

A/N: I love this idea. Thanks for the req

MASTERLIST

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The Dagger team stood around the pool table, watching Fanboy take his shot, Hangman taking another sip of his double whiskey and coke. He shook his head slightly and laughed loudly when Fanboy missed his shot.

Bob grinned, glancing at Hangman, and then averted his eyes to hide his blush from his fellow pilots.

A few of the other pilots gathered noticed how loose Hangman was currently. The alcohol he’d consumed over the night slowly getting to him.

Phoenix, sensing an opportunity to embarrass the cocky pilot, walked up beside Hangman and pat him of the back a little harder than necessary.

“So Hangman?” She said, the man turning his head and earning the interest of the other pilots gathered, “Got your eye on someone special?”

As if an epiphany had struck the man, he gasped loudly and grinned at the woman. Coyote chuckling, recognising this side of Hangman back from his less serious days in Basic Training.

“My cat.” He said lovingly, all the daggers doing a double take and staring at Hangman in shock. Bob smiling widely at the drunken pilot.

Hangman stared out into space as if entranced with the ocean.

“His names Bobby.” The pilot continued, Bob snorting loudly; Jake turning toward the WSO their eyes connecting and a dark blush covering both their faces. “He’s just as cute at you.” Phoenix heard the man whisper.

It seemed luck wasn’t on the cocky pilots side, Bob’s eyes were wide with shock. He couldn’t believe what hed just heard. For the sake of Jake, both pilot and WSO chose to stay silent.

“He’s fluffy, cuddly and the perfect shade of black.” Jake went on to explain, the daggers around him laughing at the state of the man. “Not too black, but not brown.”

Jake’s eyes shot toward Bob, the look on his face serious and it was clear his brain was beginning to sober up.

“Sorry, Phoenix,” the pilot said, “what was the question?”

“Got your eye on someone special?” Bob said for the woman, his own eyes never leaving Hangman’s. The man nodded gently; then shook his head and turned to smile at Coyote.

“You remember my cat?” Jake asked, Coyote laughing and nodding in answer to his question. There was a small remark made about getting him some water and Hangman was left on his own.

Bob gazed at the pilot with longing, admiring his side profile and committing every blemish and dimple to memory.

Hangman was still talking about his beloved cat, Bobby, and Bob couldn’t help but smile contentedly whilst imagining that was him Hangman was talking about.

He liked the way Jake’s eyes lit up every time someone asked a question about his cat, he liked to imagine Jake was talking about Bob’s smile, or his laugh or his eyes. Though a harsh reality came crashing over him when he remembered that excitement was for his cat, a laughable thought really.

This was Hangman he was talking about. The man who makes it his mission to get into every woman’s pants.

Bob sighed sadly for a moment and turned to Phoenix with a small smile, pulled taught at the corners of his lips due to the encroaching frown that was making its way onto his face.

“I’m just getting some air.” He said, his voice sad. Phoenix watched as he left, her eyes drifting over to Hangman and with the shake of her head she turned toward Rooster who was stood at the bar talking to Penny and Maverick.

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“Hey…” A voice said, causing Bob to jump slightly and turn toward Hangman who stared out at the beach. “You disappeared, back there.”

Bob huffed out a small laugh and turned away from Hangman, not allowing himself to get caught up in his perfect features.

“Your cat sounds cute.” Bob said, trying to deflect the conversation elsewhere. Although, he felt like cursing. He didn’t feel like having that familiar bubble of jealousy make its way into his gut; over a fucking cat no less.

“Yeah he is.” Hangman said, hoping Bob would turn his head and see that he was staring at him. Hoping that the WSO would see that halfway through his rant about his cat it turned into a rant about the Weapons System Officer.

“Bobby, huh?” Robert said, a laugh huffed out passed his lips.

Hangman laughed, but caught sight of the sad look on the man’s face. He wanted to grab him by the shoulders and kiss him; but he thought better of it.

Bob turned toward the pilot and gasped when all he saw was the green of his eyes; they were focused on him and him alone. A part of him wanted to rush forward and capture his lips in a flurry of emotions but chose to not open that can of worms.

Bob bit his lip and when to turn away; though a groan from Jake had his head snapping toward him with wide eyes.

Almost instantly Jake had Bob’s face in his hands and his lips against the WSO’s. Robert’s hands raced up to grasp the small hairs at the back of Jake’s head.

The two broke apart, breathless, wide smiles on each of their faces.

“I wasn’t talking about the cat.” Jake confessed suddenly, Bob grinning even wider.

“Neither was I.” The WSO confessed.

A/N: OH MY GOD ITS BEEN FOREVER HUH! I’ve just gotten out of a writers block and a depression if I’m honest and rewatching the Top Gun movies had thrown me back into redownloading my tumblr and not leaving you all

Hanging.

There’s not enough Floydsin on this app 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

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