Icemav Mini Fic (Finally)
Iceman Kazansky has a problem. Well, actually, he has several and an ongoing sexuality crisis going on in the background that started years ago while kissing Danny Ryan under the bleachers but the lingering uncertainty is meeting a swift death under the green gaze of a certain small but reckless pilot.
Ice's sister, Sarah, has to leave her newborn baby, Estella with Ice for a few days while she goes on a business trip she can't avoid. So Ice now has a baby niece. In the navy barracks. During top gun. Lovely.
Generally Ice survives by dropping off Estella with the naval services daycare in the mornings and then coming back for her in the evenings, after she's long been asleep. Thankfully she's an easy baby who sleeps through the night like an angel.
Then one night she just won't settle for anything or anyone. Ice is beside himself. Nothing is working, he can't reach Sarah, Estella doesn't want her Teddy, her bunny, the blanket, nothing. Worse still, its nearly 1am and he's no closer to a solution. The noise wakes the other flyboys, and Slider tries to help, bless him along with Wolf and Wood, but no joy. Any attempts to try to comfort her are met with wails and sobs.
Yeah, Ice feels a bit like that too now.
Goose and Maverick had extended classes, so Goose went home to his wife and kid, who probably isn't screaming ....and Maverick was asleep? Somehow?
Slider and the other boys wanders off to the kitchens for more milk and to get away. The baby is still crying, Ice is near tears and red in the face, when Mav stumbles out of his room shirtless and too tired to care and wanders up to Ice, who is absolutely not used to kids, but he's trying goddamnit!
And Mav just grumbles at him 'what are you doing?' with his adorably sleepy half-closed green eyes and gently grabs the baby from Ice, and cradles her to his bare muscular chest. Ice can hear his ears ringing at the sudden blessed slience and suppresses another sob. How is he so goddamn bad at comforting his only baby niece that even Maverick, a veritable stranger, is more help?!?! Ice feels like crying again.
Maverick merely soothes Estella softly, shushing her and gently rubbing her tiny back and within two minutes of the repeated noises and slow movements, has her calmed down and asleep in his arms peacefully, her head lolling onto his chest and his arms wound around her protectively. Ice is now jealous of a baby. Wonderful.
"- and the.....Ice, are you listening?"
"Huh, wha-?" Ice snaps out of his silence and Soft!Maverick with a baby-induced haze amd focuses into the present to find big green doe eyes peering up at him in....concern? Vaguely he realises he's staring at Maverick Mitchell with his mouth gaping open, and hastily shuts it.
"Umm yea, what was that, sorry?" Ice clears his throat awkwardly.
Mav smirks at him, but it doesn't have its usual sharp cutting edge, it looks almost...soft and the worry hasn't left his face, pinching the corners of his soulful green eyes as they scan Toms face. A pink tongue darts out to moisten soft-looking red lips and Ice could kick himself for unintentionally allowing his gaze to drop to watch the movement with rapt attention that he doesn't even give to their instructors. He then sees those tantalising lips move and quickly tunes back in before he makes an even bigger fool out of himself.
"I was just asking if you were okay?" Mav questions around a tired sigh, not quite a yawn. Thankfully he didn't seem to notice Ices wandering eyes and thoughts.
"Yea...uh yeah yes. I-um I'm fine. Thank you." Wow, smooth Kazansky. Really smooth.
And of course, Mav doesn't seem to buy it in the slightest. But at least he doesn't fight Ice on it, simply humming non-comittedly with narrowned eyes leveled at Ice.
Ices eyes droop in exhaustion and he runs a hand through his now probably very dishevelled hair, loose from its usual style and fluffy around his ears from him running his hands through it in frustration all evening and night. Ice's very bones felt weighed down by his exhaustion and he pressed his fist over his mouth to hide a jaw-cracking yawn, eyes watering from the strain and sleepiness pulling at his eyes.
A hand wrapped around his right wrist and tugs gently. He nearly visibly jumps as he's suddenly reminded of Mavericks presence in the room, but he was beyond exhausted and couldn't fathom a reason not to follow him. A few paces through the room and Tom was stopped as the backs of his knees hit something. Still fighting off another yawn, Ice didn't even hesitate when the warm hand guided him back and down.
Tom sank into the couch with a sigh, turning slightly to snuffle into the back cushions and drawing his legs up beside him. A small huff of fond laughter came from above him but Tom couldn't even drag up the willpower to open his eyes much less unfold from his uncomfortable but sleepable position.
Another body sank into the cushions beside him, and a warm weight smoothed down his hair to gently guide his head, out of its previously neck-breaking placement, to rest on warm soft skin, the body beneath him strong and compact and lulling him deeper into sleep with the up-down motion of every breath.
Wait....wait...what about Estella? He thought groggily.
Tom cracked open an eye to find little Estella peacefully asleep beside him, no fuss, no noise. With that, Toms eyes slip closed and he sleeps.
{Later on, the other flyboys will return from their adventures, funnily without the promised milk and find, the two rivals stretched out along the lounge sofa with Tom blanketing Mavericks half-naked and very warm body underneath him with one arm curled around Mavs bare waist and back. Their legs were throughly entangled, with one of Mavs hands cradling the baby comfortably to his chest and the other wrapped around Ice and buried in short blonde hair. All the flyboys exchanged looks and unanimously retrieved the camera to take several shots of the three sleeping on the overstuffed sofa. They left two Polaroids with the oblivious sleepy aviators and kept another to send to Goose, and kept the final one for their own flyboys photo board. They finally found their own beds and gratefully drifted off to sleep in beautiful silence.}
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You're welcome, sweetie. I saw you working (i guess) and I didn't want to bother you (I can't concentrate knowing that you're only wearing a sheet Christ God)
And err... I left my phone number in one of the bags, you know... in case you need m-... in case you need to bring you more groceries, yes.
Get better soon! 💋
At least someone brought me food while John was replacing me eating food with someone else while I was suffering all on my own abandoned. How dare this Steven seduce him and steal him away from me this vulture snake, carrion eater.
So this is a rare occurrence, I don't say this often, but thank you. Just take this that my brain is already influenced by it all.
And the sheet is a necessity my temperature has been increasing since hours and I won't put my suits through that abuse of disease ridden body fluids. Easier to wash and handle as well, and I started freezing inbetween so I can wrap myself in a blanket interchangeably. I have to try to work as much as I can before I am completely incapacitated, it feels as if it's getting worse every hour.
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