#new chapter dropped evry1

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Pairing: Ron “Slider” Kerner/Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

Rating: Explicit

AKA. Maverick cooks stew in the middle of a heatwave. Slider is amused. They end up getting on in the sweltering room.

Bottom Sli/Top Mav smut. Established Slimav. A tribute to this ridiculously hot summer and T. Rex’s “Get it On”.

I wrote something new. Took me long enough. I hope you enjoy it!

“What?”

Maverick shifts closer and stands on his tiptoes—so that he can give him a small kiss on his cheek, to which Slider responds with a slight tilt of his head. His bronze skin turns warm as soon as he cups them, the remnants of coolness from the shower melting into his hands.

“Have I told you how gorgeous you look under the sun, Ronnie?”

“Not in the last few minutes.” He says, a tinge of teasing tone in his tenor. “You were too busy spacing out, so.”

“It’s called ‘admiring’, mind you.”

Slider chuckles as he strokes his flushed face, brushing away the strands of his sweat-drenched brunette on his temple. His fingers are still cool and soothing on his flushed skin, having just gotten out of a cold shower.

“…What a courting, hm?” Slider says. “Ogling me in my kitchen and whatnot.”

“Damnit, honey.” Maverick laughs, feigning an offended look. “It’s actually—oh.”

A small gasp escapes from his mouth when Slider leans in and kisses him, brushing against Maverick’s jaw, cheek, up to his earlobe, leaving a pleasant warmth on his thin lips. He lets out a soft sigh as Slider leans in further to suck on the sensitive skin below his jawbone, near his throat, leaving a tinge of heat, with his slow breath and muffled, nasal moan trembling the air between them.

“…I forgot how good of a kisser you are.”

“Took you long enough, stud.”

Maverick chuckles at the name that’s grown on him. He lets his thumb trail down his jawline to trace the shape of Slider’s bottom lip, careful as if not to crush a cherry underneath his fingertip. Maverick draws him just close enough to feel each other’s hot breath on their lips. Slider tilts his head. Invitingly, almost, with his long lashes casting a shade on his cheekbones as their feverish gazes meet under the incandescent light. His hazel eyes flicker for a split moment before he lowers his gaze, hiding the beautiful shimmer behind those eyelids.

Bang a gong, or something along the line.