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thebirdandthebee · 1 year

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Act Accordingly

Dipping my toes into the Rooster pool here. Using the jealousy prompt “I don’t like them all looking at you.” No real smut, but allusions to it. Thanks for all the love on Aw Honey Honey! If you like this one, don’t keep it to yourself :)

Title: Act Accordingly Rooster just wants you to act accordingly. WC: 3596

There were few things more relaxing than knowing your classes were done for the week, homework all taken care of, and not a single worry in the world for the next three days.

Your situationship was hosting a barbecue on the beach and he’d asked you to come and help set up a few things behind his friend’s bar, which had direct access to the sand.

Tossing on your favorite bikini and a pair of denim cutoffs, you threw a change of clothes amongst other essentials in a tote and head off toward the bar. You’d been hooking up with Bradley Bradshaw on and off for about eight months – sure, it sounded like a long time, but sometimes he’d disappear for two or three weeks at a time, and you’d get caught up in classes for nursing school as well.

Besides, you didn’t mind, he was an incredible lay and seemingly wasn’t looking for anything serious, so you went along with it – no matter how many times you wished your cut-short mornings could have dragged out a bit longer. You also thought it was kind of cool he flew planes for the Navy and didn’t seem to care when you’d pepper him with questions. He actually seemed pretty happy to answer your questions – but that might have just been the post-orgasm haze.

You’d been to this bar before – Bradley’s Uncle’s girlfriend (?) owned it and you’d met in passing once before. She seemed cool and would sometimes comp your bill, so they were good in your book.

“Hey!” Bradley waved you down from the back deck of the bar. He jogged over and you let your gaze rake down his shirtless body.

“I see you decided to skip sunblock again,” you commented, tilting your sunglasses down to the tip of your nose to take in his rosy skin.

“Not on purpose,” he rubbed the back of his neck, taking your tote from your shoulder and opening it up to grab the spray bottle he knew was in there. “Tits look great,” he commented, eyes darting up to your crocheted bikini top. There was a thin layer of nude fabric beneath the knitting to preserve some decency.

“Likewise,” you grinned, reaching up to tweak one of his nipples. “Now what can I help with?” You asked, looking over at a few empty folding tables next to an equally empty grill.

“Table clothes, plates, napkins, all that shit,” he listed off. “Pen and Mav are bringing food out, but I picked up some fruit and veggie trays, too.”

“Put me to work,” you smiled, sliding your sunglasses back up your nose.

“Wait a minute,” he tugged your wrist as you attempted to broach the table. You found yourself pressed tightly up against Bradley’s front, his hands lodged deep into the back pockets of your denim shorts. “No kiss for Daddy?” He grinned, that dumb, hot mustache stretching across his lips. “Can’t believe you just called yourself Daddy out here in the open where Penny and Jesus can hear you,” you scolded, a laugh ripping from your throat as he squeezed your ass hard.

“Okay, break it up,” you jumped away from Bradley as his Uncle stepped out onto the deck with two big rolls of vinyl in his arms.

“Good to see ya, Pete,” you greeted, running a hand through your hair. “I see you haven’t trained this one up at all since I last saw you.”

“Unfortunately some things are just inherent,” he shrugged but smiled anyway. “Mind helping me with this table cover while we have wonder boy go grab some propane?” He asked, tossing Bradley a look. The younger of the two men shook his head before disappearing into the back of the bar through the sliding door.

“So, you meeting a bunch of Bradley’s friends?” Pete asked, in a way that you were sure he thought was casual.

“I guess,” you smiled, “see ‘em from time to time here and there,” you added. “It’s all casual, Pete,” you added. The older man look contemplative but smiled nonetheless. All it took was half a roll of duct tape to get the table covers to stay down before you could start piling on plates, cutlery and big metal buckets filled with ice for drinks.

You were rubbing down Bradley’s shoulders with sunblock when the first wave of people started arriving.

“I’m gonna go plant myself,” you said, jabbing your thumb over you shoulder. Penny had set up a few beach umbrellas about halfway down the sand and you could feel your towel calling your name.

Bradley nodded and you could feel his hand skim your waist with a ghostly touch as you turned to walk away. Grabbing a White Claw, you headed down the sand, oblivious to the conversations taking place on the back patio.

“Who is that?” Coyote asked, eyes narrowing in on your figure. He, Rooster and Fanboy all paused in admiration as you peeled your denim shorts down your legs, stretching slightly before laying out across your towel.

“She looks…” Fanboy licked his lips, “smart.”

“That one’s mine,” Rooster said with definition.

“Your girlfriend?” Fanboy asked his brows creeping up.

“Well, no, I mean – we’ve been… seeing each other – like unofficially, we’ve been – ” He stammered out.

“What you haven’t planted your flag?” Coyote grinned wolfishly.

“I’ve planted my flag,” Rooster cut sharply, eyes narrowing.

“Sure doesn’t sound like it, Rooster,” Fanboy laughed. “Which means… fair game.” All three men returned their eyes to the beach, where you were rolling over on your towel, breasts pressed closed together and fighting against the seams of your top.

“Hey fellas, what do you want to eat?” Pete said, once again breaking up the conversation as he held up a big tray of burgers and chicken.

Down on the beach, you were trying your best to wiggle into grooves that didn’t tweak your back after standing for clinicals all week. Settling with your hands folded behind your head, taking the full brunt of the sun’s rays, it was a matter of minutes until a shadow cast over you.

“Couple of us are going to play some volleyball,” Bradley was blocking the sun from shining directly in your face. “Want to join?” He offered.

“Deal me into the second game,” you said, “the sun feels so good,” you sighed. “I want to soak it up a little bit,” you insisted. Bradley nodded, his eyes, covered by his sunglasses, trailing down your form. He knew what your skin tasted like, but imagined it sweeter in the hot weather, causing saliva to pool in his mouth.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he insisted.

“Give me a holler when you’re losing,” you smirked. He didn’t know, after all, that you played DI in college. He balled up his Hawaiian shirt, tossing it over to land on your half-empty beach bag.

The game started up as more and more of Bradley’s friend filtered in, joining him only about forty feet away from your little camp site. As the sun passed peak in the sky, it was getting a little more bearable out. You couldn’t help but notice Bradley’s friends were overwhelmingly male and were, as expected, a little disappointed.

“Couldn’t help yourself?” Bradley asked as you approached. His skin was covered in a layer of sweat and you were sure his sunblock was already long gone.

“Just let me serve, Bradshaw,” you said, plucking the ball from his hands. Traipsing to the back corner of the court, you rocked back on your heel, delivering a devastating serve to the other side of the net. The other team didn’t have a prayer.

“It’s not fair! Rooster’s friend is a ringer!” A chiseled blonde called from the other team.

“It’s good to meet Bradley’s friend,” you looked over to see a hand extended to you. “Fanboy,” he introduced.

“Right,” you nodded, introducing yourself, “I forget about the code names,” you smiled, shaking his hand.

“Call signs,” another man with a lantern jaw and dark eyes interjected. “Coyote,” he added.

“Okay, okay, are we playing a game here?” Bradley asked, trying his best to keep a petulant scowl off of his face.

“Hey, we want to trade!” The only other woman in the group called out, “we’ll hand over Bob for Misty Mae-Treanor,” she added, making you laugh.

“Deal!” You called, jogging over to duck under the net.

“I’m Nat,” the woman introduced, “Bradley’s told us a lot about you,” she added. You blamed your blush on the sun. “This is Bagman,” she nodded to the blonde.

“Jake,” he cut in, “and Bradley’s told me nothing about you,” he grinned. You recognized this man from a few of Bradley’s post-work stories.

“Hangman, right?” You asked with a tilt of your head. His grin only widened.

Bradley was no better than any other man and it took every ounce of willpower within him to focus on the game as you countered him on the other side of the net. He wondered how strong that bikini top was, where your tan lines stopped and if you still had that little bruise just on the edge of your nipple where he’d bit you just a little too hard last week. It was okay - he made it up to you.

And God, you were really good at volleyball.

“Just take the L, Rooster!” Natasha, who you’d come to learn was called Phoenix, called out.

“Who’s hungry?” Pete called from up the beach. “Burgers are done!”

“Starving,” you said, jogging over to your towel, stepping into your denim shorts, shimmying to get them over the round of your ass.

“She’s single, right?” Phoenix asked.

“Who cares?” Hangman laughed, dutifully trailing after you as you walked alongside Bradley up the sand.

“How did you get invited to this again?” Bradley asked Jake, making your eyes go wide.

“Bradley!” You scolded, bumping shoulders with Jake, “that’s not very nice.”

“Yeah, that’s not very nice, Bradley,” Jake taunted. “Where you been hiding this one, huh? Afraid she’ll show you up at everything else you do?” He asked.

“Oh, yes, I remember you now,” you grinned. “Dagger Spare, right?” Jake slapped a hand over his chest, causing Bradley to shout out a honking laugh. Bradley was impressed by your memory, he wasn’t sure how much you were really retaining as most of your conversations took place on the periphery of sleep.

You’d all settled around a few tables, burgers, fries and all sorts of other snacks abound. You squeezed between Bradley and Natasha, who was more than happy to let you dip your carrot sticks into her too-big pool of veggie dip. You liked Natasha, she could hold her own amongst the group of knuckleheads and had already complimented your manicure.

You were listening to Fanboy and Coyote going back and forth on some sort of training story when you dropped a cold, white glob of ranch on your chest.

“Whoops,” you murmured, swiping your finger down across the swell of your breast before popping it in your mouth – not noticing that the conversation had come to a complete standstill. You also hadn’t noticed that your nipples had hardened in your top, rendering Coyote completely useless.

“SO,” Phoenix said loudly. “I’m grabbing more drinks from inside, who wants to help?” She asked.

“I’ll help,” you volunteered, pushing your seat back, but with how tightly the chairs were crammed together, there was no easy way to get out. Grabbing the armrest of Bradley’s chair, you hopped over his seat, planting your bare feet on the wood deck. “Taking your shoes,” you tossed over your shoulder, sliding your feet into one of the many pair of brown leather sandals lined up by the sliding door.

Unbeknownst to you, you’d grabbed Coyote’s sandals, but there was no way you could’ve known.

“Big feet!” You called, following Natasha inside. All eyes cut to Rooster when you and Phoenix had disappeared.

“Stop looking!” He said, frustrated.

“What am I supposed to pluck my eyes out?” Coyote asked, gesturing wildly, “they looked at me first!” Hangman shook his head with silent laughter. Bradley really wanted to laugh, too, and he probably would have if it was anyone else that brought their girl around – because that’s what he was trying to do – make you his girl. And he certainly didn’t like all the attention you were drawing from everyone else.

“I mean it, stop flirting with my girl,” he said pointedly, his attention snapping over to Hangman who simply shrugged with a flick of his toothpick.

“I’ll stop flirting,” Hangman drawled, “when she says she’s your girl.”

Bradley blanched. Sure, he was crazy about you, but you’d agreed on casual – even when his feelings developed into something deeper.

He loved ending up at your place after weeks away – laying around your living room, sharing boxes of takeout as he helped you study for the NCLEX. He’d been your patient, sitting for cast wrappings and vital tests, and he knew the exact location of your birthmark, right inside of your thigh. He liked to think of it as the doorbell to get to exactly where he’d like to go.

“Fine,” he rolled his shoulders, taking a bite of his dinner. He only settled when you and Phoenix returned with fresh drinks – holding your hand for balance as you maneuvered your way back into your seat.

“So,” Fanboy grinned, “how long have you two known each other?” He asked.

“Like biblically?” You replied, making Natasha cough on her drink. Rooster’s blush burned bright on his scarred cheek. “Hmm, I think eight months?” You asked, folding your sunglasses into the pocket of his shirt.

“Sounds right,” Bradley nodded.

“And how long have you –”

“Fanboy, you ever get those mystery stains out of the common room futon?” Natasha interjected. Fanboy paled and took a sip of his drink.

“So who here can tell me the coolest flight story?” You asked, “I’ve heard all of Bradley’s a hundred times and I want to hear something new.” You gave your friend a little grin.

“Look no further,” Jake replied, launching into a list of his own accomplishments.

The next time you excused yourself to head inside and use the restroom, you were cornered by Bradley in the back hall.

“Hi,” you said with surprise, having just tied your hair up into a loose bun atop your head. To Bradley, your neck never looked more kissable.

“Put this on,” he said, holding open his button-up shirt.

“Why?” You asked, sliding your arms through the short sleeves anyway.

“Because I’m not trying to pop a chubby in front of my friends,” he said as if it was obvious. “Where’d you find this swimsuit anyway?” You laughed, but clocked the look in his eyes nonetheless.

“Why are you so bothered?” You asked, leaning back against the wall, shirt unbuttoned.

“I don’t like them all looking at you,” he said, pressing you up against the wall hips-first.

“You don’t like them looking at me?” You asked with a small smile, “then maybe you shouldn’t have invited me to your party,” you added.

“Let me be clear,” he pushed his body into yours with more intent. “I don’t like them looking at you like you’re up for grabs,” there was a darker tone to his words and he chose them very carefully.

“And who do I belong to, Bradley?” You asked, looking up at him through those thick lashes with a glint that made sweat bead at the base of his spine. It was usually a look he only saw before you swallowed his cock whole.

“You’re mine,” he tucked a piece of hair back behind your ear, “and it’s about time we both start acting accordingly.”

“What happened to casual?” You asked, reaching up to tuck your thumb into the cleft of his chin, focusing his attention solely on you. “I haven’t wanted casual with you since the day I memorized thirty gastrointestinal disease flashcards with you,” he said honestly.

“That’s what did it for you, huh?” You grinned, “all that talk of stomach ulcers got you hard for me?”

“Actually I think it was after you passed your test the next day and I bent you over the patio railing,” he recalled, “Yeah, I think that’s what did it for me.”

“Should’ve said something you big lug,” you chastised.

“I should have,” he nodded, hands on your waist, thumbs swiping across you ribcage. “I knew for a while but it took my friends eyeing up these titties like they were the cure before it drove me a little nuts.” He mumbled, making you giggle.

“Maybe they are the cure,” you shrugged, “you think I wore this by accident?”

“The cure is between your thighs, and I need to be saved,” he said, ducking down to kiss you firmly. “Can we please get the fuck out of here?”

“Ditch your own party?” You asked, smiling nonetheless. “Kinda tacky.”

“Says the girl in the Hawaiian shirt,” he countered.

“Touché,” you nodded. “Tell them we’re out and I’ll meet you at the car?” You offered.

“Actually,” Bradley sucked in a breath, “I need you to tell them we’re out,” he recalled Hangman’s comment. You rocked forward, pressing your lips to his once more.

“Okay fine, but when we get back to my place - I get to be pillow princess,” you said pointedly.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” he grinned, and you couldn’t resist that stupid mustache, kissing him again. You pulled Bradley by the hand across the bar to the back door again, where Pete and Penny had decided to join the group as the sun went down.

“Sorry to say, it’s time for us to leave,” you announced, sliding your feet back into your own shoes. “But Bradley just recently found his ball sack and we’re together now – so we’ve got business to attend to.” Bradley narrowly escaped the shower of crudité that came flying his way and he parade-waved his way off the patio. “Penny, please bill Bradley for a cleanup!” you called, just before he could sweep an arm under your knees, lifting you from the ground. “He’s actually quite a good cleaner!”

You laughed as he deposited you right into the passenger seat of the Bronco.

“How was that?” You asked, “definitive enough for your friends?”

“Pretty good,” he nodded, bracing his arms against the top of the car, leaning into your personal space. “Better than what I had planned.”

“And what were your big declarations going to be?” You asked.

“Sorry to eat and run – but I gotta run and eat,” he growled, pressing his lips against yours in a hot kiss.

Your scream of laughter carried across the breeze to the back patio, where Pete had just clinked his beer bottle against Fanboy’s.

Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed Aw Honey Honey, you might also like Mighty Fine! This work is 18+

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harlowhockeystick · 4 months

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february prompts ♡🎀💌🪽🏹🩷

⎯ in this month, you can request little blurbs by using these prompts if you want! can't promise i'll write it as soon as you send it, but now that i am confident in my writing skills again i'm ready to get back in it.

♡ word prompts:

"i wish every day was valentines day"

rose petals all over the floor

"i'm cheesy, but i'm certainly not propose on valentines day, cheesy"

falling asleep on the couch

"it's not much, but i got you this."

movie marathon

"i think i got the dates mixed up..."

wordless apology being accepted

"we should go out more often"

coming home to a bubble bath

"i thought we said no gifts?"

surprise date night

"you're the worst"

platonic date night

“did you really forget, or are you just saying that?”

partner forgetting about the date

♡ edit prompts:

social media edit

moodboard

scenario + playlist

if you would please request anything above with someone off of my roster (people i write for). smut is allowed when requesting, but please be 18+ when you request smut.

#february prompts #valentine prompts #nhl imagine #outer banks imagine #top gun imagine #rhett abbott imagine #nhl x reader #nhl blurb #hockey blurb #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron x reader #blurb #writing #smut

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jungle-angel · 1 year

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“That is the biggest candy cane I’ve ever seen......oh wait a sec”

this is so jake coded i’m gonna cry

Sebbie, anything for you my love, I've got the other two fics on the stove, ready and waiting (lol).

You dusted your hands of the last remains of the flour from the gingerbread cookies you had been baking, the cinnamon and nutmeg smells filling the whole entire house while Missy, Molly and Baby Jack were with Jake's father for the day. On the corner of the counter was the little bluetooth speaker quietly playing "Let it Snow" while the snow was coming down a little harder than before outside.

"Hey babes!!!" Jake's voice called from upstairs. "C'mon up here, I wanna show you something!"

You sighed and rolled your eyes. If it's another wrapping paper monster, I swear to God......you thought.

You set the timer on the oven while the cookies baked away in the oven, traipsing up the stairs to see what your husband wanted.

Up into the bedroom you went to find Jake sprawled out on the bed in his boxers with a Santa hat on his head. But it hadn't been the Santa hat that had caught you off guard. Instead it was the obscenely large "candy cane" resting suggestively between your husband's legs.

"That is the biggest candy cane I have ever seen!" you exclaimed laughingly. "Oh wait a sec......"

Jake's eyebrows wiggled up and down before a massive, shit eating grin crawled it's way across his face. "You wanna come and sit on Santa's lap and tell him what you want for Christmas?"

You laughed before you jumped into bed with Jake, your clothes falling off quicker than expected before you started riding him.....hard.

"C'mon baby," you panted. "Santa needs to find a way down the chimney, doesn't he?"

Oh did that make Jake go absolutely FERAL! You felt him buck his hips upwards into you, a sharp gasp flying from your throat as his hands pawed their way all over you and his lips gnawed at your neck......

You heard the timer go off on the oven downstairs with a loud *DING!!*.

"Can you give me a minute Jakey?" you asked him.

"Alright, but you'd better get your ass back up here," Jake said, his hand landing on your ass with an obscene *SMACK!*. "Otherwise you're on the naughty list."

"I can live with that," you chuckled naughtily before running downstairs to take care of business.

#top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #hangman x reader #tgm christmas smut prompts #dagger squad

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sweetwhispersofchaos · 10 months

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Red, White, & Blue

A Rooster x Phoenix one-shot Warnings: Smut, angst, fluff, oh and lots of smut. Explicit. Minors DNI! Word count: 7240 Story and Cover Image Edit by me Prompt #74 from @creativepromptsforwriting @creativepromptfills (Feel free to reblog) A day late and a dollar short, this is my Fourth of July story.

Description: Rooster isn't a fan of the fourth, it was too close to the anniversary of his dads death. Phoenix tries to help him make new, happy memories.

After the Dagger squad completed their mission they dispersed back into the wind, separating to their four corners of the world to continue with their original units. Rooster found himself back in Japan to complete another five months of service there before being moved again. When his orders came down for San Diego, he wasn’t sad at all. He spent the last 5 months reconnecting with Maverick via facetime and now they could catch up on the years they missed with each other. There was a bonus to this assignment as well. Phoenix, Bob, and Coyote were all stationed there as well.

Rooster moved in April and by May was settled into his small apartment and with his new unit. He spent his days flying and nights banging on the piano at the hard deck with his friends. Maverick had retired finally and was helping Penny run the bar while consulting for the NAVY, so it was another way to spend time with his long-lost family. Things were going well, and he couldn’t complain.

Then his least favorite time of the year rolled around. July 4th was an important day for the country he served proudly, it was Americas birthday. Rooster, however, never felt much like celebrating. His dad had died just a few days prior to the holiday. His first fourth without his father was spent snuggling in his mother’s lap, watching fireworks from their backyard in Corpus Christi, Texas, while she sobbed uncontrollably. They never really celebrated the holiday; it was just too painful for his mother. She told Rooster one time when he was in high school and asked, about how July 4th was his father’s favorite holiday. He and Mav would have cookouts for their pilot friends that included at least one of them getting burned while running from fireworks and lots of singing americana themed songs off key. She looked so sad as she recalled these memories to him, and he decided to never bring it up again.

The fact that his father was a military man added insult to injury. Everything about the holiday was pomp and circumstance surrounding those who sacrificed for freedom. Rooster always struggled to see all the uniforms, military vehicles in parades, and fly overs on that day, so he decided to just ignore it, never going anywhere, never participating when asked, or celebrating at all.

When Mav and Penny invited him and his fellow aviators out to Mavericks hangar for a huge get together, Rooster panicked. He was getting along so well with the older pilot, and this might throw a wrench in everything. He didn’t want to be rude but how would he let the man down gently without telling him why he would be sitting on his couch with a beer and ignoring the outside world that day?

He tried. Several excuses later Penny had sweet talked him into making an appearance, especially after Phoenix, Bob, and Coyote had all enthusiastically accepted their invitations. Rooster was disgruntled to say the least. The thought of Maverick wanting to celebrate during this time of year really rubbed him the wrong way, and Phoenix must have picked up on that notion. The day after the invitation conversation at the Hard Deck, she cornered him at work before their hops.

“What’s up your ass, Bradshaw?” she asked from behind him as he walked towards the hangar door.

Rooster stopped in his tracks, swearing under his breath. He was hoping she wouldn’t bug him about it, but that woman never missed anything when it came to Rooster and his emotions. He turned around and found her standing with her arms crossed, an eyebrow inclined to the roof, waiting for an answer.

He sighed then tried to play it cool. “Nothing. Why do you ask?”

“Bullshit” she immediately spat. “You couldn’t get out of the July 4th invitation fast enough last night. What gives? Don’t like us anymore?” she smirked.

“Depending on how much you continue to bug me about this, I might not.” He said completely dry.

Phoenix took a few steps forward, closing the gap between them. “I’m coming over after work to get one of your shitty beers and you’re going to tell me.” Then she lightly shoved his shoulder with her helmet before walking around him and heading for her jet.

Rooster turned and watched her go, rubbing his face with his free hand in exasperation before walking out into the California heat. He never thought he would have to have this conversation with anyone, especially Phoenix. They had always had a thing of sorts, although they never made a move past being best friends. They were close and had been since they met at Top Gun 8 years ago. They told each other everything and travelled around each other’s orbit, but he always kept her at arm’s length, not wanting to bring anyone into his personal shit nor start something he wasn’t sure he could see all the way through. It had been a few years since they had seen each other in person when they were both called back for the special detachment and Rooster began to feel all sorts of feelings again. But he still wasn’t sure he wanted to bring her all the way into his bubble.

Guess she was going to push her way in whether he wanted her to or not.

After work he tried to slip out before she could catch him but no such luck. Phoenix was already leaning against her jeep parked next to his Bronco. Rooster let out an exasperated breath as he approached her, having half a mind to remove his shades so she could see his irritation on full display, but it wouldn’t have mattered, a satisfied smirk on her face already.

“Would you believe me if I told you I already have plans this evening?” he asked as he stopped at the front of the Bronco to address her.

She stood up and grabbed her backpack from the ground “Not in the least. Start driving Bradshaw, I’m right behind you.” Then she practically skipped to her driver’s side door and hopped into the jeep. Rooster just shook his head then trudged to his own door, taking his time getting in and turning everything on, hoping it would deter her, but knowing better. Damn that woman, if he didn’t like her, he’d hate her. She never took his crap, or anyone else’s, he had to give her credit for that.

Once they pulled into his complex, they both walked silently up to his door but before he could unlock it, he turned to face her. “Look. I’d rather be alone right now.” Was all he said.

Her smile became a little crestfallen as her eyes dropped from his. She took a slow breath then looked up at him. “Listen, I can respect that if it wasn’t so obvious that you’re in pain over something. How long do we have to be best friends before you let me in? We went eight years without me knowing about the whole Maverick situation. You don’t have to hold all this shit in, you know? I want to be here for you, not just as coworkers and drinking buddies.” Then her eyes drifted down to her hands that were fiddling nervously with the strap from her backpack. It wasn’t often she dropped her tough exterior but when she did, it was usually with him and he found it beautiful.

Rooster contemplated for a minute. How long was he going to keep her pushed out of his heart. If he was honest with himself, he had let her in a long time ago, he was just scared, for so many reasons. They were coworkers, which was a weird grey area to begin with, then the thought of doing to her what his dad had done to his mom, leaving her broken and alone, just about killed him to think about. Then there was all his personal bullshit. She had her own issues in life to worry about, why should he bog her down with his own misery?

Was he being fair though? She was a big girl, maybe he should let her decide for herself if he was worth the trouble, she was obviously willing to put herself through on his behalf. For years he had been her go-to person, why couldn’t he finally let her be that for him? He steeled his resolve, turned back to the door, unlocked it, then held it open, using his other hand to wave her into his place.

She looked up at him quizzically at first then a meek smile crossed her face, and she breezed past him. The apartment was sparse, and she had been there plenty of times that it was a second home for Phoenix at this point. She dropped her backpack in the closet by the door, toeing off her sneakers, then walked into the kitchen without a word. Rooster did the same, dropping his bag and shoes into the closet before flopping into his recliner, already exhausted from the conversation he was about to have. He heard the pop of two beer bottles then she brought him one before tucking her legs under her on the end of the couch closest to him.

They sat in silence drinking from their beers for a while. He was starting to think maybe she had changed her mind when she spoke up.

“I’m not sure what to ask to get this conversation started.”

He exhaled “It’s pretty cut and dry. My dad died 33 years ago on June 30th, 1986.

Her eyes went big. “Rooster, that’s tomorrow.” she all but whispered.

He only shook his head in slow affirmative then took a long draw from his beer.

“My mom loved that man deeper than any love that ever existed, I think. When he was killed,” he took a ragged breath, trying to hold it together, “it liked to have killed her too. The fourth became more of a day of mourning than a happy occasion for us. Mom didn’t feel much up to doing anything that day.” He paused for another drink.

“Sure, that makes sense.” Was all she said before taking a swig of her own beer.

“That woman was such a character. You would have loved her. She was hard not to love. I mean, I’ve told you some of the wild and wacky stuff we did when I was growing up. Holidays were always a big deal, except the fourth. The only place we ever went was to the cemetery sometimes but as I got older, I just couldn’t go and watch her lay on that patch of grass and sob for hours in the Texas sun. “A few tears escaped his eyes, much to his protests. Before he could wipe them though, a small, calloused hand reached up and swiped his cheek gently. He looked at her, her eyes watery and filled with compassion.

“Rooster, this is nothing to be ashamed of. You’re allowed to hurt. You’re allowed to grieve however you feel is best. If that means holed up here on the fourth, then do it. I don’t mind covering for you.” She hesitated, “or I could come hole up here with you. So, you’re not alone?”

He let loose a soft smile “I’d like that.” He said with a rasp in his voice before he could stop himself. Was this the clutch his mom had on his dads’ heart? Is this what it felt like? He didn’t deserve this tough, hardheaded, yet gentle woman. She suddenly made what felt like the world’s worst day into something to look forward to.

“Do me a favor? Talk to Mav. I know he might try to talk you into going to the party but give him a chance to prove you wrong. He deserves to know what’s on your mind.”

Rooster just nodded then finished off his bottle. She chased hers until it was empty and then stood and reached for his bottle. Phoenix threw them away then moved to the closet to put her shoes back on and grab her bag. He stood and walked to the entry way, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall watching her.

She spoke over her shoulder “I hate to chat and run but I’m meeting up with a couple of girlfriends at the gym.” She turned and almost ran into him as she closed the closet door. She was so close he could feel her breath on his crossed arms. Her eyes drifted up to his and he smirked.

“So, what are we going to do Sunday for the fourth?” he asked cheekily.

She only stared at him then exhaled into a smile. “Whatever you want Lieutenant.” S stepped back, opened the door and disappeared.

Rooster wasn’t sure what to make of that comment but suddenly the fourth didn’t seem so scary.

The next day after work, Rooster went to dinner at Penny’s house like he did most Wednesdays. This was a somber meal considering the day, and Mav struggled to get through his toast to Goose. Rooster hadn’t seen Mav on this anniversary in many years and he could tell it aged the man more and more as the years passed. He would probably always blame himself for what happened, no matter what anyone said. Rooster wondered if he would ever have to go through something like that. Hazard of the job and all.

After Amelia went to her room to work on homework, he had the dreaded conversation with Penny and Mav. He was pleasantly surprised when they were both extremely understanding, even Mav. Rooster could tell it stung a little, under the circumstances, but they agreed he should do what he needed to do and that he was always welcome if he changed his mind.

Rooster helped Penny carry a stack of dishes to the kitchen and began to rinse them while she toweled them off and placed them in the dishwasher.

“So, do you mind if I ask what you plan to do for the fourth?” she asked calmly.

“I don’t mind. Phoenix is coming over.”

He caught the eyebrow raise and intrigued look she gave him out of the corner of his eye, but she didn’t press, and he didn’t say more.

Maybe he and Phoenix could make some new memories to replace the bad ones? Suddenly, for the first time since he was three years old, he was looking forward to the fourth of July.

The rest of the week at work seemed to drag and there was an obvious tension between Phoenix and himself, but in the best possible way. They used their flying as flirting, and it bordered on foreplay in the air. They pushed each other, goading the other on and passing smart ass remarks back and forth to each other. Even Coyote made a sideways comment that Friday about it.

“Could you two and your planes get a room please?” He cracked as they walked back to the hangar from their jets.

Bob choked on a snort, Phoenix just made a taunting face at him, and Rooster looked away trying to hide the blush he could feel crawling across his cheeks.

Phoenix shot back “Only if you and your ego get one first.” Everyone laughed and then parted ways for their weekend festivities. When Rooster made it out to the parking lot, he found Phoenix once again leaning against her jeep right next to his Bronco.

“So” she said once he was close enough to hear.

“So” he replied, nonchalantly, as he tossed his gear into the back of the Bronco.

“So, I’ll see you Sunday?”

“Yeah, if you still want?”

She snorted her reply, her face looking skeptical. “Change your mind Bradshaw? I could always go over to Mavs with the rest of them?” her eyebrow raised in amusement as he came to stand in front of her, dangerously close again, looking down on her from behind his aviator shades. She was playing coy and he kind of liked it. Oh no, he had decided once and for all that this cat and mouse game was done and his fourth was going to be the best one in the history of his fourths.

He slid his glasses down his nose, looking over the top of them as a Cheshire cat grin crossed his face. “Two pm, don’t be late.” Then he winked and slid his glasses back up.

She shook her head with a chuckle and they both jumped into their cars and drove away.

At 1:45PM Sunday July 4th Rooster was a nervous wreck. He had secretly thought of this moment for a very long time. Was he getting ahead of himself? Maybe all she wanted was to flirt and keep things platonic otherwise? Only one way to find out, he figured. Anything to distract him from how he normally felt on this day.

He took one last look at himself in the mirror, sporting a patriotic Hawaiian shirt over his usual white tank and a pair of khaki shorts. He could hear the sarcastic remarks already. He hoped the surprises he had for her would be appreciated, at least for the effort. He decided the only way to move forward was to take a page out of Carole Bradshaw’s book of unconventional fun. Even though she never did anything entertaining for the fourth, he used his imagination based on every other holiday they had celebrated together and went to work.

At two o’clock on the dot he heard a knock at his door before it swung open. He quickly grabbed a white beard and patriotic top hat and threw them on before exiting his bedroom “Bradshaw, come help me” She called out, her smaller frame bent over trying to pick up a few grocery bags. He had to smile at the visual. She was wearing a tiny red tank top and very short denim shorts, her own pair of aviator shades covering her eyes, and her car keys were hanging out of her mouth while she struggled with the bags. He smiled at the sight.

Phoenix raised her head to look at him and froze on the spot, her car keys slamming to the ground as her jaw slid open. He put his arms out as if to say “ta-da” and she began laughing hysterically. She was laughing so hard she began to grab her side and used her other hand to clutch the door frame.

“What” she laughed more, trying to breath “are you wearing Colonel Sanders?”

He scoffed then walked to the door and scooped up all the bags in dramatic fashion. “I’m Uncle Sam, thank-you-very-much.” Then he winked and made his way to the kitchen, listening to her continue to cackle and gasp for air.

“You’re letting out all the bought air, get in here, would you?” he called from the kitchen as he began pulling items from the bags. There was a considerable amount of alcohol, some junk food, and a bakery carton of red, white and blue sprinkled cookies. The door closed and she finally appeared in the doorway, immediately busting out into another fit of laughter as soon as she saw him. She was wiping tears from her eyes and clutching her side still.

“You have GOT to take that off or I’ll pee myself.”

“Aw come on, where’s your sense of fun?” he asked.

“You look like Santa came to visit for the fourth.” She giggled.

“Ok, that did it.” He said flatly and removed the items.

“That’s better” she said and moved into the kitchen to give him a hug, raising up on her tiptoes so she could wrap her arms around his neck. Something was instantly different about this hug. Sure, they had hugged plenty over the years. Being in many near death situations will do that to you. But this was a different hug. They weren’t pulling apart. No one moved or let go. They just stood in the middle of the kitchen, her arms around his neck, his strong arms wrapped around her middle, very still.

“Glad you could come” he said barely above a whisper into the side of her head.

With that she pulled back some, a shy smile on her face as they continued to hold each other.

“I wouldn’t have missed Santa Sam for the world.” She said with a grin, and he poked her side, knowing full well she was extremely ticklish. She released a very unladylike snort and turned around to run, shouting behind her “Ok now I do have to pee.” The bathroom door closed, and he waited just a couple of seconds before he heard a loud “Oh shit” from the lavatory.

She found another one of his surprises.

A few minutes later she came running back into the living room where Rooster sat on the couch waiting for her. She launched herself at him, landing with her legs straddling his lap, her hands attempting to get to his neck, but he held her wrists firm, laughing deeply at the feigned angry look on her face.

“Seriously Bradshaw, a fucking Uncle Sam inside the toilet lid? You about gave me a heart attack!” She continued wrestling with him, trying to get free.

All Rooster could do was laugh much in the same way she did when she first arrived. Her position hadn’t been lost on him either. This was not a position they had been in before and he was starting to sweat through his laughter.

“Oh, come on, that was funny you gotta admit.” He said and then with his hands still firmly wrapped around her wrists he maneuvered her arms behind her back and held her there, a prisoner. His prisoner. She stopped squirming in his lap, thankfully, and just stared at him with wide eyes.

“I’m not admitting anything” she said low, and he just gave her a small, pursed lip smile before he did it. He made his move. Rooster sat up, held her wrists, and brushed his lips briefly across hers. He immediately opened his eyes, hoping she wasn’t pissed, but all he saw was a beautiful flush across her cheeks, her eyes still closed. She sunk a little and wiggled her arms trying to go free, so he released her wrists. Her hands moved to his chest and her lids slowly fluttered open. Their eyes met and he almost dissipated under the warmth of the melting chocolate staring back at him.

He brought his hands up to cover hers on his chest, rubbing small circles on the back of them with his thumbs. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that without asking.” He said, genuinely sorry that he took advantage of the situation. A rueful smile played across her face and then without warning she was on him.

Her hands slid up his chest, across his shoulders, wrapping around the back of his neck as she leaned in. His eyes were open in shock at first as she began kissing him, but this time it was deep and needy. His hands moved to her hips, gripping them tighter than he probably should, and he pulled her closer until she was resting against him. She slid her tongue across his bottom lip, and he was all too happy to part them for her. Their tongues began to dance, and a small moan escaped her that sent a chill all the way down his spine.

No sooner had it started, she was pulling away from his face, flustered but smiling a genuine and radiant smile.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask for a very long time. Glad you decided to skip the asking and just get to the good stuff.”

He was gob smacked. Natasha Trace does not throw caution to the wind, quite literally. This almost feral and lackadaisical version of his best friend had him more confused than he was before their talk the other day. Why didn’t she ever say anything?

Before he could ask, she lifted herself from him and reached her hands out to pull him up.

“C’mon Colonel, any other surprises?” she asked.

His mind went down a wicked path and it must have shown on his face because she lightly smacked him on the chest with the back of her hand. “For the fourth you pig.”

He chucked then took her hand in his and lead her to the small dining table near the kitchen. The table and walls were covered in cheap dollar store decorations including plastic patriotic plates, cups, and cutlery.

“You really had fun with this didn’t you?” She asked him.

“Just wait, there’s games and everything. My mother would be so proud.” He said as he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Of course, there is.” And she just rolled her eyes.

An hour later the table was covered in various snack packages and discarded beer bottles. Papers for name that patriotic tune and a fourth of July crossword sat discarded next to a small Bluetooth speaker. They had moved their chairs closer together and were looking at a piece of paper together.

“Rooster, some of these are just gross.”

“That’s the point of the game This or That. Gotta find the lesser of two evils.”

“Fine, but I refuse to go through with anything actually on this sheet.”

“Not a requirement.” He said with a smile.

“Ok I’m going first then.” And she snatched the paper from his hands. “Let’s see” she said as she poured over the options. “How about this. Wear a mullet forever or have red, white and blue hair forever?”

He sucked air through his teeth as if this was the toughest decision he’s ever had to make. “You know, I rocked a mullet for most of second and third grade. Wasn’t pretty but at least it would be closer to regs than colorful hair so, mullet it is.”

Phoenix laughed as she passed the paper. “I want to see those pictures!”

“No way.” he shook his head and picked up his drink. “I’m pretty sure I burned those pictures.”

“Liar. Now ask me one.”

“Patience mam. I’m working on it.” He took a drink and put his bottle back down. He looked down the list and asked, “Would you rather drink ketchup through a straw or eat mayo with a spoon?”

She immediately acted as if she was gagging. “I don’t like either of those.”

“That’s not the point of the game Phee, you gotta choose.”

She shot him a dirty look and grunted “Fine. Sucking a condiment through a straw, regardless of what it is, just sounds shitty so I’ll go mayo with a spoon.” And her body shuddered in disgust.

He laughed then passed the paper back to her.

She skimmed her finger down the list and made comments as she went. “That one is gross too. I don’t want to know the answer to this one. I already know the answer to that one.”

“Whoa whoa whoa know it all, ask it anyway. I might surprise you.”

She looked at him annoyed. “Trust me you won’t. Not on this one.”

He sat back and crossed his arms, daring her to ask with his expression. She rolled her eyes again and spoke in a very sarcastic tone. “Would you rather sing all night or dance all night?” Then she tossed the paper down in front of him, sure of what was coming next.

Rooster contemplated his answer though then an idea hit him. He pushed his chair back and stood up, Phoenix looking all together confused. Rooster fiddled with his phone for a minute then hit the power button on the small speaker. A Jason Aldean song started up and he held his hand out to her.

“If the answer involves you then the answer is dancing all night.”

She looked stunned as she reached her hand up to meet him. The next thing he knew they were in front of his couch, her right hand enclosed in his left as he held her close, their bodies swaying to the music.

Rooster started singing the words to the song quietly into the top of her head.

“I think technically its cheating if you sing while dancing, per your insistence that you have to choose one or the other for the game.”

He chuckled “Ok, dancing only.” Then the arm he had around her lower back pulled her in closer and she turned her head sideways to rest it on his chest. They continued to sway through the end of the song and then all the way through another song before she spoke again.

“Rooster?”

“Hmm?”

“Let’s dance all night.”

The implications of her statement hung thick in the air and his swaying faltered. He looked down as she looked up at him, something desperate sparkling in her eyes. There was no going back from something like this. He warred with himself for a split second before he made his decision.

Rooster slid both of his hands under her ass and lifted her up suddenly, causing her to let out a tiny squeak. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, and they began kissing. These weren’t small, meek kisses. These kisses were intrusive. Tongues dipped in and out and her teeth grazed his bottom lip, causing him to squeeze her ass. Rooster began walking towards his room, barely able to see as they continued to kiss hard and furiously.

Once in the room, he used his foot to close the door before turning and pressing her back to it. He stood holding her against his bedroom door but pulled his lips away to look at her one more time.

Between ragged breaths she asked “what?”

Rooster swallowed hard, touching his forehead to hers. “This will change everything. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want.”

He felt her lips place a light kiss on his forehead.

“Rooster, look at me.” And he did. “I want everything to change. Now please, change it.”

He didn’t need to hear anymore. His lips crashed into hers and the race was on. His mustache created chill bumps on her skin as his lips worked their way down her neck until he was lightly sucking on a sensitive spot near her collarbone. Her nails were starting to dig into his back, and it made him suck harder, eliciting pants from Phoenix that were like music to his ears. Her body was writhing against him, clearly searching for more.

Rooster slowly lowered her to the ground until she was standing and grazed his lips lightly across her collarbone and shoulder as he turned her to face the door. With her hands resting on the door in front of her, he gently slid some of her hair out of the way and sucked on the back of her neck. She moaned her approval.

His hands slid up her sides until they were resting on her breasts, slowly needing them through her tank top and bra. She moved his hands and yanked her shirt over her head, momentarily pushing his lips away from her neck. When his hands moved back to her breasts, he realized something amazing, her bra was a front clasp.

His fingers made quick work of the small hooks and as the cups fell away his warm hands covered both breasts, another moan escaping her pretty mouth. He began rolling her nipples with his fingers and her ass grazed his dick, making him jump. Roosters’ hands moved to her shoulders and slid the red lacy bra down her arms until it hit the floor.

Phoenix turned around and crushed her lips to his, frantically removing both of his shirts. As they skimmed lips, she traced her tiny fingers over each curve of his abdomen then he felt her pert breasts pushing against him as she wrapped her arms around his midsection.

Rooster wasn’t sure how much more he could take; his brain was screaming. His cock was screaming. He wanted her to scream.

They began moving towards the bed, never ending the waltz their tongues were dancing together. Rooster unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop to the ground before he unbuttoned hers. Before he could lower them though, she stepped back, panting and flushed. He was worried that she had changed her mind but then she gave him the sexiest grin. She turned around and hooked her thumbs into the top of her shorts. What happened next almost dissolved Rooster on the spot.

Phoenix bent over slowly, and as she did, she pushed her shorts down gradually, revealing a thin pair of red lace panties. There she was, her ass in the air, and she wiggled it ever so slightly, teasing him. He was done playing. Eight years of sexual tension was a huge itch, and he was about to scratch it so good she just might cry.

He gave her right ass cheek a small spank and she gasped. Before she could react further though, he grabbed her hips and turned her as she stood back up. Then, with his eyes connected to hers, he lowered himself to his knees. His fingers skimmed the outside of her legs as he placed a small kiss to her stomach. He slid his fingers deliberately up her thighs until he hooked his thumb into the single string holding up the panties on either side. Then he was lowering them, smoothly crawling his fingers across her skin as he did.

He wanted to worship her. She deserved nothing less. This was an enormous gift she was giving him, and he didn’t want to waste it.

She stepped out of her panties and then ran her hands through the tufts of his brown curls. When she tugged on it, he growled then leaned in and swooped his tongue across the outside of her heat. He could smell her arousal and his cock throbbed painfully. She tugged again and he raised his head to look at her. She looked at him through hooded eyes, lust radiating from her skin.

Rooster used his hands on her hips to move her until the backs of her legs hit the bed and she sat. Staring straight into her soul, he placed his hands on her knees then pulled them apart, spreading her wide. Without warning he buried his face between her soft thigs and ran his tongue from her vagina to her clit, producing the most beautiful cry from her as she threw her head back.

He smirked to himself then slid his arms under her thighs, wrapping them all the way around and gripping them tight. He blew a light breath onto her wet slick, and she shuddered. Then he began lapping at her opening as if it were the best ice cream he had ever tasted. His tongue pushed into her, and she whimpered. His tongue moved north and began a beautiful assault of her clit. He started slow, savoring the movement of her body against his face and the tiny noises she began to make. He circled her then sucked gently, gradually picking up the pace. She moved her hips in rhythm with his tongue, a barrage of obscenities pouring from her mouth. She was getting close, and he could tell.

Rooster removed one of his arms from her leg and she made a noise of protest until two of his fingers entered her wet folds and she cried out. He hooked his fingers and thrust them quickly while his tongue struck her mound faster and faster. This tempo unraveled her forcefully, her pelvis grinding into his face and fingers as she threw her head back and let out a shriek, he was sure the neighbors had to of heard. She twisted and pressed against him as she rode her wave and her movements slowed as his did. He slowly skimmed her slit with his tongue as he removed his fingers, her pants shooting straight to his core.

He stood and looked down at her, naked and open to him. She was a vision of beauty and he felt so overwhelmed by this scene his stomach tightened.

Phoenix let her head roll to the side, her eyes opening to meet his as her breath finally slowed. She reached out to his swollen dick, trapped in his boxer briefs, and ran her hand from base to tip. His whole body jumped, and an unattractive noise escaped his mouth. Her lips curved into the sexiest smile and without hesitation she gently pulled the waistband away from his cock then yanked the underwear all the way down in one swift movement.

Before Rooster could react, her tongue was on him, grazing the underside of his cock until it reached the tip. She licked the precum away then took him whole, filling her pretty mouth with all of him. Animalistic noises echoed from his mouth as she hollowed out her checks to suck him hard. Her hands were cradling his balls and the base of his penis as she slid her mouth up and down in agile movements. He was seeing stars and getting close. As much as he would love to see her mouth take his cum, he had other ideas of where he wanted it to go.

Rooster ran his hands through her raven hair then gently pulled her back until her mouth was empty of him. She looked at him with innocence, knowing full well how naughty she was being. He looked at her hungerly and his voice came out extremely husky when he told her to move back. She obliged, using her feet to push herself further onto the bed.

He crawled across the bed with her and as she lowered herself back onto her elbows, he placed his hands on either side of her and dropped down for a deep kiss. When she pulled away, he gazed into her eyes before wrapping his arms around her and laying her all the way onto the bed smoothly. His eyes searched hers the whole time, looking for any ounce of doubt or fear before he crossed the last precipice of their relationship. Knowing where his mind was, she reached out to stroke his cheek with her hand. A beautiful smile grew, and she said the one word he needed to hear. “Please.” She almost whispered. He only nodded his head and moved in closer between her legs.

He placed his lips on hers, languid kisses shared between them as he aligned his cock to her entrance. With her arms wrapped around his neck he slid in, and she inhaled sharply, her chin lifting to the ceiling. Rooster peppered her jaw line with light kisses as he began to move, gradually at first. They had waited eight years for this moment, he wanted both to savor it. His lips moved down as he rocked into her and took first one nipple and then the other into his mouth, his tongue circling each one until she was begging for more. Her pleading made him brave. Before she even had time to register what was happening, he had grabbed her around her waist and rolled over, his back landing on a stack of pillows, Phoenix still connected and now, on top of him.

She placed her hands on his chest, steadying herself, before a dangerous look crossed her face. Whatever happened next, he knew he was going to enjoy it immensely.

Bracing herself she began rocking back and forth, grinding her sensitive bud against his pelvis. Her head rolled and lulled with the movements, his hips swaying to meet her. She sat up as she continued to rub against him and raised her hands into her hair, putting her exquisite breasts on full display for him. He reached up and pinched her nipples between his fingers as she let out moans in time with her movements.

Rooster brought one of his thumbs to her mouth, beckoning for her to suck on it, which she did like a good girl. Then he brought his thumb to her clit and began slow circles that had her calling for God. The harder he pressed the more she pushed down, her actions becoming more erratic as she reached behind her and grabbed his inner thighs for support. Seconds later she was falling apart again, a cry erupting from her mouth that ripped right through his body, awakening something feral and needy in him. Before she could come down from her high, he had rolled them over again and was burying himself so deep in her that he thought he might shatter immediately.

His mouth was sucking at her collarbone while her hands clawed at his shoulder blades. He pounded into her with all the force he could muster, her cries growing louder with each thrust. Suddenly he realized she wasn’t just wailing incoherently. His name was pouring from her mouth. Not his callsign, but his name.

“Bradley, oh god Bradley” she yelled over and over as he crashed into her. Something about his name on her lips had his mind and body spiraling. With two more fast and hard plows he blew his load into her as he called her name into the void.

“Oh Natasha, holy shit.” His cock exploding forcefully into her body.

He stilled buried to the hilt, both breathing intensely, tiny whimpers escaping her mouth with each heave of her chest. As his mind came back to earth, he regained some of his bearings and eased the tension of his body from against hers. His lips met hers in a tender kiss that she reciprocated as best as she could between heavy breaths.

His heart almost burst when she smiled at him, her cheeks flushed, a sheen touching her brow. She was stunning and it made his heart clench. This was it for him. No more shutting her out. He wanted all of her like this, over and over again, for eternity. He had found his happiness.

As he softened, he slid out of her and sat back on his heels, watching her regain composure as her breaths became steadier. She raised her hand for help, and he grabbed it, sitting her up gingerly. She bent her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Her chin came to rest on the top of her knees, and she gave him a gorgeous mega watt smile.

Rooster moved next to her and laid back on the stack of pillows. He rubbed circles lazily on her bare back, connecting the scars he could see. Into the dark she suddenly spoke, pulling him out of his trance.

“Bradley?”

“Yeah baby?”

She peered over her shoulder at him with her eyebrow raised, wearing a smirk.

“Can we do this every Fourth of July?”

He chuckled then opened his arms, beckoning her to join him. She laid back and nestled herself to his side while he wrapped his arms around her. He placed a peck to the tip of her nose and the corners of his mouth raised.

“Let freedom ring, baby.” And they both fell into a heap of laughter and bliss.

Just like that the Fourth of July became his favorite holiday, year after year.

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For the smut prompt: "Why should I wear anything at all if you're going to tear it off?"

btw, i love your writings and re-read them for the icemav angst of it all. Much love.

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Ice stopped when he walked in the door.

It had been a long day, the upper brass hounding the TOPGUN instructors for a training incident. It wasn’t Ice’s fault that his students were incompetent at times and nearly dove their plane into the ocean, but he couldn’t deny that it brought back thoughts to years prior. He wanted nothing more than to wrap Maverick in his arms, just to know that he was safe and alive. Ice woke up too many nights while Mav was on deployment reaching out to an empty bed after twisted memories appeared in his dreams. There, Maverick was nothing but a corpse and Ice couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Maverick was god-knows-where in the Indian ocean, away from Ice, away from the life they had built together. But when Ice opened the door to their house (really Ice's house, but they could pretend), there were shoes at the door. Then a service shirt a few feet away by the couch. Turning his head, Ice could see a belt haphazardly discarded on the floor. Ice's heart raced as he willed his legs to move through the living room and down the hall.

The clothes followed as if they had simply melted off his intruder. Undershirt, socks, pants all leading towards the bedroom. Once he got to the door, Ice looked down at his feet and noted a pair of underwear at the threshold, an invitation for what was to come. Taking a deep breath, Ice pushed open the door.

Their bedroom was the same as he had left it except for the muscular brunet in the center of the bed. Ice felt his breath leave as he took in Maverick-- alive, unharmed, beautiful Maverick-- smiling back at him. He had one arm behind his head, accentuating the long stretch of his torso, the position cocky. He was completely nude and Ice's eyes trailed hotly down his body, finally landing on his cock, hard and flushed against the flat planes of his abdomen.

"I thought you weren't getting back for another month," Ice croaked, trying to keep his composure and leaning on the doorframe for support. He knew this game, knew how to play it but he would never get used to the sigh of Maverick in his bed, cheeks flushed a cherry red and cock aching.

Maverick just shrugged, that signature smirk never leaving his face. "Plans changed," he said, spreading his legs in an invitation. Ice knew he should move, should go and touch like he was more than welcome to, but he was glued to the threshold. He wanted to look at Maverick like this forever, sprawled out and displayed just for him.

"You're not wearing anything," he finally said dumbly.

Maverick laughed lowly. "Why should I wear anything at all if you're gonna tear it all off?"

That sent Ice shooting off the doorframe, predatory, with a mission. Still, with all his clothes on, he climbed on top of Maverick, capturing him in a hard kiss. His hands roamed up the smooth expanse of skin-- all for him, Ice thought, smiling a bit into the kiss. He traced over Maverick's pectorals, hands trailing down to his cock and wrapping around it. Maverick broke away with a gasp, eyelids fluttering as he looked up at Ice.

"I'm already close," Maverick whispered in his ear, like a confession. "I couldn't wait for you."

Ice just smiled and stroked him slowly, firmly. "Work kept me late, I'm sorry," he said.

Maverick just gasped again as Ice thumbed over the tip of his cock. "It's okay," he said, the muscles in his stomach trembling as Ice ran his hand over them. He stayed close to Maverick, gazes locked as he brought him closer to the edge.

"Come on, baby," Ice said, twisting his hand and making Maverick arch off the bed. "Come and I'll fuck you, I promise."

"Fuck, I-Ice, I want," Maverick moaned, legs shifting restlessly, jutting his hips up into Ice's grasp. Here, Ice knew they were both safe. It was a crime to touch Maverick, to look upon the man he loved like this but Ice didn't care. Not when Maverick looked so beautiful under his grasp. It would be worth any punishment just to have Maverick moan his name.

"I know," Ice said, keeping his voice low. He stroked Maverick at a brutal pace, knowing by his shaking legs and breathy moans that the inevitable was quickly approaching. "Come and I'll give you anything you want. I'll fuck you so hard you can't walk, mark you up so everyone knows you're mine." Maverick cried out, begging Ice for something intelligible, but Ice just kept going. "Come on, Maverick, be a good boy," he teased in Maverick's ear. "Come for me."

Maverick did just that, arching off the bed and coming into Ice's hand. Ice drew back to watch as Maverick cried out, muscles working as he spilled, hot come landing on his stomach and chest. He looked like an angel sent to Ice. He looked like the devil trying to tempt him. He looked like everything Ice had ever wanted.

"Good boy," Ice teased once Maverick calmed down a little, collapsing onto the bed, and Maverick flicked him.

"Fuck you," he said, still breathing heavily. Even though his post-orgasmic cloud, though, Ice could see that trademark mischievousness in his gaze. "Speaking of," he said, trickiness finding its way into his voice, "when are you going to fuck me already?"

#askbox #my fic #icemav #icemav smut #smut prompts #top gun #top gun: maverick #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell

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rhettabbotts · 2 years

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“i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know.” with jake. i feel like he would stop computing.

oh jake would absolutely lose his mind pls

nsfw | 18+ only

“i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know,” you whisper in jake’s ear, shooting him a wink as you walked away towards phoenix. you were at a cookout with the dagger squad and some other friends at jake’s house.

you could see that jake nearly choked on his beer once his brain caught up to what you had just told him. his eyes were burning holes into the back of your head and you smiled to yourself.

“hey, could you help me with something inside the house?” jake asks, walking up beside you.

“uh, sure,” you follow him through the back door, trying to ignore the chill that runs down your spine when he placed his hand on your lower back.

you follow him through the house to his bedroom and before you could even think, he’s pressing you against the wall. he kicks the door closed with his foot and his hands are all over you.

“such a little slut, aren’t you? walking around here with no panties on.” jake was sucking a hickey into your neck, hand sliding up your thigh to your bare core. he let out a low moan at the feeling of how wet you were.

“what have we here? this all for me, honey?” you wanted to smack the smug look off his face but before you could talk back, he slid a finger inside you. you gripped onto his shoulders and whined as he started to move it in and out of you, soon adding another finger.

“jake,” you moaned out, grinding your hips down on his hand.

“you wanna come, honey? ask nicely, wanna hear you beg,” he says, moving his fingers a little faster.

“please, sir. please let me come.” his thumb was moving against your clit now and you could feel yourself tightening around his fingers. you were just about to tip over the edge when all of a sudden, he pulled his fingers out and stepped away from you. you let out a loud whine and tried to reach for him.

“only good girls get to come, sweetheart.” he said before slipping his fingers into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you on his tongue. “i’ll see you outside.” he patted you on the cheek before walking out the door, leaving you a heaving mess against the wall.

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#asks #writing prompts #oncasette #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin smut #hangman smut #top gun

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princessphilly · 2 years

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I know you wanted smutty but I’ve been feeling really blah lately so if you could hit me with some humor fluff maybe slight smut? With rbf reader who is blunt saying 10) “Look, I’m not into choking but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.” To hangman while playing pool just completely shocking him

Hope you’re also feeling better!🥺

I will try. Reader’s call sign is Possum

“So Possum, how the hell did you end up with someone like Hangman?”

You laughed at Phoenix’s question. You got your callsign for you ability to blend in with the background while Hangman was loud and obnoxious, soaking up all of the attention. “I don’t know, it just happened.”

“It just happened,” Halo asked, “I mean, Bagman is so annoying that I don’t even think he knows where to find the clit.”

The guys heard that comment and started laughing. Hangman took a shot, hitting the 4 and the 5 into pockets before saying, “Possum leaves my bed very satisfied.”

“True, Hangman is good, very good,” you drawled, the liquor making your Louisiana drawl thicker, “But at the same time, there are some things that could get improved.”

Hangman stood up, handing his pool stick to Coyote. Cheeks reddening a bit, he started, “Darlin, you’ve never had any complaints-“

Emboldened by the rum in your veins, you blurted out, “Look, I’m not into choking but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.”

Green eyes met yours and a strong hand shot out, grabbing your neck and pinning you to the wall. “Like that, sugar?”

Your cunt flooded your panties with wetness at the action and you licked you lips, “Just like that, daddy.”

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 2 years

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BABY

For the prompts; come over here and overwhelm me + in a hotel room, up against the window overlooking a busy city.

BUT ITS DILF!JAKE please! Like they’ve attended a navy gala or whatever, Jake is an admiral, someone is watching the kids and it’s just them

DILF!JAKE DILF!JAKE DILF!JAKE thank you for this Fe...I simply let this get away from me....

prompt: in a hotel room, up against the window overlooking a busy city

word count: 2029

warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ONLY MINORS DNI ( some plot, dilf!jake, lots of teasing, slightly dom jake, kinda public sex, vaginal fingering, unprotected pinv, slight voyeurism)

Jake got down from the stage when his portion of the ceremony was over. When he was done pinning medals and ribbons on bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Lieutenants and Commanders. He shook hands as he serpentined his way back to the table where Ronnie sat waiting for him. Smiling and leaning in close to hear what the older Admirals and slightly younger Captains had to say. He laughed and schmoozed and made people feel important.

But no one felt as important, as loved, as seen as Admiral Seresin’s wife — sitting at their table with eyes only for him as she watched him make his way back to her.

“How many kids do you guys have now?” Mrs. Lawson, wife of some other Admiral, asked with a smile as she leaned closer to Ronnie.

“Three,” Ronnie sighed, smiling at the older woman. “Maisie, Noah, and Rhodes.”

Ronnie pulled her phone from her clutch and showed a picture of the three of them to Mrs. Lawson, who cooed. “Adorable. And where are they tonight?”

“The Admiral and I actually took the week leading up to this off — little vacation. So they’re back home with his parents in Texas getting spoiled rotten.”

“Oh, what fun! I love when the littles get to stay with us,” Mrs. Lawson said.

Jake finally made it back to his seat, sinking down beside Ronnie with a small sigh. He drank greedily from his glass of water, throat parched from the elaborate ceremony and then the chatter on his way back. He set his glass down and smiled as Ronnie continued to be engrossed in conversation with Mrs. Lawson. The two of them fawning over pictures of the Lawson grandbabies. Jake was more than content to sit and listen and watch. His arm propped up behind her chair as he looked at her with a fond smile.

Ronnie looked beautiful tonight. She wore that dress he had picked out for her especially. Green chiffon like his eyes with gold sequins on the bodice. He had sent her to the best makeup and hair stylists in DC just for this event — everything done to perfection and leaving Ronnie feeling just as beautiful as she always looked to him. She looked like a dream. A princess. His princess. His dream. Even after all these years. Even after three kids and too many arguments to count and tears shed and greys and wrinkles starting to show.

As he continued to watch her, watch her lips form around a laugh and words he couldn’t really hear, Jake felt his cock twitch in his pants.

He was quick to adjust himself, scoot back further in his chair and tug at the pant of his dress blues. He focused his gaze on the stitch in the cream tablecloth, willing himself to calm down and not walk out of this important awards ceremony with a visible semi. A gentle hand was placed on his arm and he looked over to see Ronnie smiling at him concerned.

“You good?” she asked, head tilted to one side.

“M’good,” Jake gruffed out in reply.

Oh, but Ronnie knew better. She knew his tells like the back of her own hand. Like her favorite novel. Her eyebrow ticked up as she took in the slight flush of his cheeks, the dilation of his pupils, and the way he was sitting in his chair.

Ronnie gave him an incredulous look as it finally clicked. “Jake Seresin. Right now?”

“What can I say?” Jake shrugged, not even slightly sheepish, as he grabbed hold of her chair and pulled her closer to him — arm wrapping around her waist. “You look really good, sweets.”

“Mm, you do too.” She leaned up and kissed his cheek as she placed her hand on his thigh.

He gave her a look as she squeezed the strong muscle just beneath, huffing harshly through his nose when his cock began to get that familiar ache. Then Ronnie went back to her conversation with Mrs. Lawson, leaving Jake staring at the tablecloth and breathing deeply beside her. Her hand still as could be on his thigh.

It felt like an eternity for the rest of the awards ceremony to finish. Ronnie squeezing his thigh, rubbing up and down the fabric of his blue pants, and occasionally snaking her hand over his growing bulge. Even after all this time, she could be such a tease.

They had to walk out of the ballroom with Ronnie walking directly in front of her husband, his hands firm on her waist to keep her in place, in order to hide what was no longer a semi and definitely a raging hard-on.

Another Admiral stopped them in the hotel lobby, wanting to quickly ask how the kids were doing and what Jake was getting up to at Fort Worth with his newest recruits. Jake tried to keep steady, keep his voice even as he talked about Maisie starting fifth grade and Rhodes loving to skate just like his mom. But then Ronnie took her teasing to the next level. As Jake switched subjects to discuss his training regiment with his pilots, she subtly ground her ass back into his hardened length.

He was able to cover up his groan with a cough and continue on his conversation. But he squeezed Ronnie’s sides tight. A warning for her to stop and she followed that warning with teeth clamped down hard on her lip. She knew she was pushing it, doing that in front of one of his colleagues — an Admiral with one more star than he had. But she really just couldn’t help it.

She behaved the rest of the way up to their hotel room.

With the door closed and locked, Jake walked to the center of the room as he undid the buttons of his dress blues jacket. He laid the jacket down on the desk chair in the corner and it was quickly joined by the white button-up he was wearing beneath it. Leaving him only in his white undershirt, blue dress pants, and his finely polished shoes. All of this was done in silence with Ronnie just standing there watching him — her clutch left on the table and her heels kicked off at the door.

Jake turned to her once his own shoes were toed off, socked feet padding towards her quietly as his green eyes bored right into her. It made her chest heave in anticipation the closer and closer he got.

“You can be such a tease sometimes,” he growled as he cupped her jaw in his hand.

She leveled him with a look. “So can you.”

“Touche.” But his expression turned dark as he pulled her in flush against his chest. “But I don’t tease you in front of your boss, do I?”

“I don’t have a boss,” she replied breathlessly, again, knowing she was pushing it but God this side of Jake didn’t come out often and she wanted to see how far she could take it. “Technically, if we think about it, Maisie is the boss of me. She’s too much like you.”

Jake bit back a grin at her comment about their daughter. It was the truth. But he was too keyed up and too annoyed at her teasing to laugh at it. Instead, he kissed her. Harsh and bruising and full of teeth nipping at lips and nearly bending her backwards as he searched blindly for the zip of her dress. He found it with a small noise of success as he bit down on her bottom lip — pulling back her swollen flesh as he yanked the zipper down. Leaving her in nothing but her delicate lace panties.

He groaned appreciatively as he stepped back from her, watched her thighs rub together to try and relieve the growing pressure between her legs. He smirked as his eyes landed on her flushed face, her blown pupils, the way her hands reached up to toy with her breasts in some gamble to entice him to touch himself.

But Jake had already made up his mind. She needed a bit of punishment, a reminder not to do what she did in the lobby again.

“Take these off.” He hooked a finger in the waistband of her lace and snapped it back against her hip. “And stand in front of the window.”

He jerked his head back slightly towards the window he wanted. Their room was on the fifth floor overlooking downtown Washington DC. There were offices and apartments right across the street. And the hotel was nice, really nice. The windows floor to ceiling and right now the curtains were completely open. Ronnie bit her lip as a thrill went down her spine, making her shudder.

She did as she was told quietly. Taking off her panties, Jake watched and held out his hand for them once she was done. Ronnie looked up at him as she passed them off, doe-eyed and batting her lashes at him innocently. Then she walked over to the windows, hips swaying in that way Jake liked.

Standing there completely naked, for anyone to see, Ronnie watched the DC nightlife go by as she waited for Jake to come to her. Over her shoulder, she heard Jake groan softly as he inspected her panties.

“Your fuckin’ soaked already, aren’t ya, darlin’?” Jake asked as he pressed his chest into her bare back.

She whined quietly at the feeling of his shirt and pants against her skin. He was still wearing them, even while she was completely bare. Jake’s hands clamped down on her waist to hold her still as he bit her earlobe.

“You were so mouthy just a second ago,” he hissed in her ear. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes, yes!” Ronnie gasped. “I’m fucking dripping…Just for you, Jay.”

Taking hold his hand, he allowed her to drag his fingers down to her aching core. And she was right. She was wet, dripping down her thighs. She made a soft little oh noise as he pushed his fingers through her folds, teasing around her clit and at her entrance.

“Jesus,” Jake grunted as he easily inserted two fingers inside her, forcing her up on her toes as he curled them into that spongey spot he loved. “Is it the fact anyone could see you right now? Completely naked for me — getting off on my fingers? Anyone could just look up and see you. Even that three-star Admiral who was eyeing your tits earlier.”

Ronnie gasped as he pressed his thumb hard into her clit, her hands shooting up to the glass to keep herself upright. “Yes — mm — Jay. Want people to look. Want them to see you fuck me so good.”

Jake growled, a rumble deep in his chest as he pulled his fingers from her cunt. Ronnie cried out at the loss, falling further into the glass. Jake quickly undid his pants and pulled out his dick, pumping himself a few times before sliding completely inside her with one smooth thrust.

“Oh, yes, Jake — fuck — ah!”

He pushed her completely flush with the window, her tits pressed against the cold glass. A stark contrast to the heat of Jake moving, thrusting at a brutal pace behind her. He forced his fingers into her perfect updo, pushing her face against the window and making her drool as she took all that he gave her.

“Fuck, I want you to tease me,” Jake breathed harshly into her shoulder. “Want all those fuckers to know that I belong to you — that hot mama with perfect tits.”

Despite everything, despite how turned on and desperate she was, Ronnie laughed. And Jake laughed too. His other hand snaked around to strum at her clit — and after that she was a goner. Pushing back against his thrusts and clenching down on him so tight Jake was sure her pussy was trying to push him out. He thrust up into her once, twice, three more times before he spilled inside her with his teeth biting into her shoulder.

“I’m yours,” Ronnie panted, hand reaching back to hold the back of his head. “You're mine. Always. Forever.”

#annie answers #smut prompts #writing prompts #oc: ronnie bradshaw #fic: come over here and overwhelm me #fic: what happens in texas stays in texas #fd: top gun #jake seresin x ronnie bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman #jake hangman seresin x oc #jake seresin x oc #hangman x oc #jake hangman seresin imagine #jake seresin imagine #hangman imagine #dilf!hangman

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katiesharms · 1 year

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from the prompt list “I’ve never done this before…” - “Well, neither have I.” with old men in love hangster

okay uhhh anon i love u with all my heart here is so many words of old men being horny together. cw for light bondage and daddy kink and a tad of come eating. might post this one to ao3 if people like it!

“stop looking at me like that.”

bradley crinkles his brow cutely, his brown eyes wide and beseeching. frankly, it’s far too adorable than any 52 year old man has the right to be.

“what am i looking at you like?”

“like i'm the bull at the county fair and you're about to ride me.”

"i think you're the one doing the riding," bradley teases, and jake shoots him a look.

"you look both incredibly scared and incredibly horny."

bradley laughs, chest moving with it on the bed. “look, i’ve never done this before.”

he tugs gently at the ropes wrapped around his hands. jake’s eyes flicker to them.

“well, neither have i. that’s why we researched.” he punctuates his point with a tug at the rope tied around Bradley’s wrist. it comes undone easily, like it’s meant to in case of any issues.

"yeah, i know," bradley says. he keeps his hand up against the headboard, even as the silk falls away and frees his arm. jake sucks in a breath at that. "it's just...new."

"we don't have to if you don't want to," jake insists. "i know that we've been talking about it for a while, but if you've changed your mind, that's fine."

bradley shakes his head vehemently. "no, no. i definitely want this. definitely. it's just a little, i dunno, strange to be so new to an aspect of sex so late in life."

jake smiles, understanding. "i get it; it's weird. i just never had someone i felt comfortable trying stuff with before you."

"not even jeremy?" bradley asks, though jake knows he knows the answer.

"no, not even jeremy," jake confirms, and bradley grins, self-satisfied. "it may be weird, but i'm glad that we get all these firsts together, even though it took us so long to get together."

bradley's smile softens. "i'm glad, too."

jake drops a gently kiss to bradley's lips, and then redirects his attention back to where the rope has come untied. bradley's hand is still held up, the muscle straining even though he could've broken the posture at any moment. jake's desire grows at the thought.

"did you keep yourself still all for me?" he asks sweetly, wrapping the silk around bradley's wrist. bradley whines. "nothing holding you here, but you still didn't move. because you're being so good for me."

"jake," bradley whines, body shifting. jake loops the rope and ties it. bradley tugs on it to test the hold, and it stays strong, making them both hum in appreciation. "they feel so nice."

"they look nice," jake hums. he runs a hand along where the rope meets bradley's skins. bradley shivers, goosebumps rising on his skin.

he reaches over bradley to run his hand along the other binding as well. bradley shifts and wiggles below him, movements limited by how his hands are tied to the bed frame.

"so pretty for me," jake mutters, mostly to himself, but the words hit bradley all the same.

he hears bradley whine below him, desperate for attention, more than what he's getting. jake gives it to him. he trails his hand up bradley's arm and cups his cheek, turning his face towards jake. his eyes are wide and trusting, and the look nearly bowls jake over.

jake kisses bradley, deeply and languidly. bradley whines into it, and jake can hear the silk slide against the headboard as bradley tugs at the binds. jake places his hands on on bradley's chest. he flicks bradley's nipples with his thumbs, eliciting another groan.

bradley arches a little off the bed, chasing the feeling. jake smirks, pushing him gently back down. he pulls back from bradley's mouth to readjust, straddling bradley's torso. keeping his hands on bradley's pecs, jake grinds down onto his soft belly.

bradley's gotten hairier as he's gotten older, and the coarse texture of his body hair sends tingles up jake's spine. he moans, looking up at bradley.

he's propped up on the pillows, ropes holding his arms aloft and keeping his upper body bent a little forwards. he looks so goddamn beatuful, staring at jake, tied up just for him with baby blue silk.

“you’re looking at me like that again,” jake smirks.

“like what?” bradley smiles but the expression on his eyes doesn’t change.

“like you’d trust me with anything.”

“i do,” bradley says easily, and jake’s heart constricts. “i can stop, if you want.”

“now, i didn’t say that,” jake drawls. “just a bit softer than i expected this night to go.”

“i can be harder,” bradley smirks, then he transitions his voice to the breathy one he knows drives jake insane. “ride me, jake, make me take it. ride my cock until you come and don’t let me touch you until you get what you need. use me, daddy.”

“jesus christ,” jake breathes out. desire floods through him. “something’s hard, alright.”

bradley snorts. his cock has been half hard since jake wrapped the first binding around his wrist and, like always, jake’s body responds to his. their desire builds on each other’s, all consuming and desperate.

jake shifts back, and bradley's hard cock rubs against his ass. they both moan at the sensation. bradley white knuckles the rope, clearly desperate to get his hands on jake.

"being so good for me, baby," jake praises. he scratches lightly at bradley's chest, making the other man hiss. "i know how badly you wanna touch me, wanna speed me up. but you're letting me take care of you."

"jake, please," bradley pleads, but not for anything specifc.

jake crawls up the bed, pushing bradley down until his head hits the pillow, framed by jake's knees. jake brushes his hard cock along bradley's cheek, smearing precome there. bradley's eyes fluttter shut at the sensation, his mouth falling open in a silent moan.

"wanna suck my cock?" jake asks sweetly, and bradley nods his head jerkily. "gonna let me ride your face before i ride your dick?"

"plea-"

bradley's cut off by jake sliding his cock into his mouth, resting the head on his tongue. bradley loosnes his jaw, widening his mouth so jake can slide all the way to the back of bradley's throat. when the head of his cock bumps bradley's throat, jake pauses.

saliva builds in bradley's mouth, enveloping jake's cock in a wet heat. bradley's throat flutters, and jake moans, his cock leaking precome into bradley's mouth. he swallows around jake's cock, and jake curses.

"god, i love your mouth," jake says, thrusting shallowly. spit dribbles down bradley's chin and jake can see tears forming. "wish i could fuck it for hours."

bradley's eyes close and he moans, sending vibrations through jake. jake grabs bradley's hair tight to keep him still, and then starts fucking slowly into bradley's mouth. he keeps the movements measured and slow, so he doesn't hurt bradley.

his cock slides over bradley's tongue, each thrust seemingly making bradley's mouth wetter with spit. bradley keeps his mouth loose, though he occasionally swallows around the head of jake's cock. spit and precome leak out of his mouth and tears streak down his face.

"you look so pretty, baby," jake praises, petting bradley's head. "doing so well for daddy."

if bradley could, jake knows he'd be preening at the praise. instead, he just opens his eyes and looks up at jake, eyes almost black with desire. jake's hips stutter and his balls draw up tight. he slides slowly out of bradley's mouth before he comes. bradley laps at the head of his cock, and then licks around his lips, gathering the precome and moaning at the taste.

"god, b, you're a fucking dream," jake chokes out, and bradley smiles, slow and dirty.

"can i touch you know?" he rasps, throat wrecked, and jake almost gets in.

"not yet, baby."

"but i wanna open you up," bradley whines. "get daddy ready for my cock."

jake curses, but ignores him, reaching for the lube himself. he had stretched himself out a little before they started, so the prep shouldn't take too long. bradley's offer is too tempting to resist if it was going to be a long process.

"you're gonna stay there and watch me prep myself for you," jake says in what's supposed to be a stern voice but comes out as too breathy. "gonna get myself ready to ride your big cock."

he slicks up two fingers and then reaches behind him to prod his hole. jake gasps at the sensation, and then eases his fingers in up to the first knuckle. he's loose enough still that they slide in easily, so he pushes them the rest of the way in.

jake moans as he slides his fingers in and out, clenching around the tips when he pulls them almost all the way out and then cursing when he slides them back in. he keeps his eyes trained on bradley, watching the way he strains against the ropes. bradley's gaze is heavy and desperate. his face shines with spit still, and his mouth hangs open in a silent plea.

jake braces himself with one hand on bradley's chest, grabbing a handful of his pec, and then fucks himself back on his fingers. his back arches. he can never get his own fingers as deep as he wants them, and bradley's offer seems more and more tempting. he manages to brush his prostate and jake lets out a lewd moan, the noise bouncing around their bedroom.

"jake, sweetheart," bradley moans. "let me at least watch you. let me see you open yourself up for me."

jake pulls his fingers out and turns around. their hard cocks make contact, making them both moan. jake applies more lube to his fingers and slides three into himself. he hears bradley curse at the sight.

jake moves his fingers inside himself, stretching him. he rubs their cocks together, listening to bradley's desperate moans. bradley's dick is leaking precome, jumping untouched. jake can't wait to have it inside him.

"jake," bradley whines. "let me touch you, please."

instead of answering, jake pulls his fingers out with a whimper and turns back around. he swallows bradley's whine with a kiss, tongue diving into his mouth. bradley kisses back eagerly, pushing up as much as he can given his position. jake hears the thud of the headboard against the wall as bradley tugs on on the binds again.

"patience, baby," jake mutters as he pulls away. he lines up bradley's cock with his hole, grinding against it. "you said you’d let me use you.”

jake sinks down a few inches onto bradley’s cock, moaning as it stretches him open. he grinds his hips forward, and then rises up and slams all the way down. bradley lets out a broken moan, his eyelids heavy as he watches jake grind on his cock.

the head pushes against his prostate and jake pauses his movements. letting out a low moan, he circles his hips slowly. bradley’s cock jumps in his ass, filling him with warm precome.

“fill me so well, b,” jake moans. he rises a couple of inches and thrusts back down. “always fuck me so good. best sex i've ever had, baby."

"me too," bradley breathes out. "always so good with you."

jake grins as he starts to bounce on his cock, bracing himself with a hand on bradley's chest. he threads his hand through the thick, grey chest hair. he can feel bradley's heart thunder under his palm, a steady, but fast, beat that spurs jake on.

"love you," jake mutters, and then he kisses bradley's sloppily.

their mouths move together, uncoordinated and messy. jake can taste himself on bradley's tongue, and he groans. they trade uncoordinated kisses as jake moves on bradley's cock. their bodies glide together, moving in a rhythm they've long established. jake is hot and flushed all over, sweat dripping from his brow onto bradley.

jake pulls back and runs his hands up bradley's arms. he clasps around bradley's bound hands. the silk lights him on fire, pushing into his palms. he lifts off bradley's chest, grappling for leverage on bradley's wrists as he rides him.

bradley's hips flex under jake, meeting him as he thrusts down. pleasure racks through jake. their hips collide harshly, bradley's balls slapping against jake as his own cock smears precome over his stomach.

"fuck, bradley," jake whines. his digs into bradley's skin and bradley gasps.

jake’s hands flex over the silk ties, his thumb running along where they push into bradley’s skin. bradley moans, his eyes fluttering closed. he pulls against the binds, rattling the headboard.

“please, jake,” he moans. “let me touch you, daddy, please.”

jake hums, considering. he grinds his hips forward, gasping at the sensation of bradley’s head brushing his prostate. bradley thrusts shallowly up into jake, making them both moan.

“i’ve been so good, daddy, please,” bradley pleads.

“you have, baby,” jake mutters. he traces a finger down bradley’s face and bradley pulls it into his mouth. “so good for me.”

he undos the ties with two tugs, and bradley’s hands are all over him. tangled in his hair, running down his back, grabing a handful of his hips. jake whines at the touch, hips stuttering.

“can i come?” bradley mumbles into jake’s chest, where his lips are matched around jake’s nipples.

“not yet,” jake grounds out.

bradley bits the meat of jake’s pec, whining. "please, daddy," he whines, muffled. "you feel so fucking good, need to come."

"i'm letting you touch me, b, and i haven't come yet. i'm already giving you more than i promised."

bradley whines again, but he doesn't argue. instead, he brings a hand to jake's cock and starts stripping it. he runs a thumb along the slit, gathering the precome, and using it to ease the glide.

jake's hips stutter. heat pools in his gut and his balls draw up. he's so close he can taste. bradley squeezes under the head of his cock, and jake's orgasm slams into him.

he grinds his hips down on bradley's hard cock, riding out his orgasm. come shoots over his chest and bradley's hand.

"always so pretty when you come," bradley groans. he swipes his fingers through the mess on jake's stomach and brings them up to his mouth, moaning as he sucks them clean.

jake's hole flutters around bradley's cock, and bradley thrusts up instinctually. jake's cock is softening, but the feeling of bradley's cock in him has him on edge still.

"keep going," jake groans. "c'mon, b, fuck me like i deserve. show daddy how good i can make you feel."

"jesus, jake," bradley groans, thrusting shallowly into jake. he hits jake's prostate and jake whines, pleasure mixin with oversensitivity.

"c'mon," bradley groans, moving bradley's hands back to his hips. "give me what i need."

"fuck," bradley curses, and suddenly, jake's on his back and bradley's pounding into him relentlessly.

"always look so good bouncing on my cock," bradley babbles. jake wraps his legs around bradley's back as his thick thighs drive into him. "a fucking dream, all for me."

jake moans, pleasure dancing up his spine. he might actually come again, something he wasn't ready for as he nears 50. bradley collapses forward, moving harshly in jake. their foreheads brush. jake's cock is trapped between them, and the friction of bradley's belly has him whining.

"come in me, bradley," jake whines. "fill me up, baby."

bradley comes with a shout, pumping into jake as he rides out his orgasm. jake clenches around him, a second orgasm moving through him as bradley grinds against his prostate.

bradley slides out carefully, laying next to jake to catch his breath. jake brings one of bradley's wrists to his mouth and kisses along the indents left by the rope. bradley hums softly at the feeling.

"so...this one was a yes?" jake teases, and bradley shoots him a look.

"shut up," he mumbles, flushed. jake threads their figners together and rests their hands over his heart.

"next time i wanna be tied up. see what the hype is about."

bradley's eyes darken. "oh, we're so doing that."

#hangster smut #hangster #my writing #prompts #top gun #help this is sooooo long and i love these old men sooooo much

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