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Maverick has no idea how they ended up like this. Their limbs are tangled together in Ice’s bed with their mouths pressed against each others. It’s almost surreal. No, it’s not the first time this has happened. The thing is that whenever it does happen, it always feels like the first time.
Maverick feels a little lightheaded. And he’s still wondering how his friendship with Ice has led to this point. He would try thinking harder but he can hear Ice’s cocky voice in his head saying, “Don’t think too hard, you might hurt yourself.” So, no, he will not think harder right now. He does know a few things for sure, though.
- Making out with Ice is so much fun.
- Ice’s lips are just as soft as they always look.
- He really, really likes having Ice’s hands all over his body.
- Scratch that first point. Making out with Ice is the single most fun activity he has ever participated in in his entire life.
He really means that last point, and that’s saying something, considering he’s been through plenty of shenanigans before (most of which were enabled by Goose).
Wow, he sounds so whipped for Ice. The thought of it coaxes a giggle out of him. Which doesn’t go unnoticed and Ice pulls slightly away.
“What..?” Ice asks, their mouths inches from each others.
Maverick smiles. “Nothing,” Mav says, pressing their lips back together. He manages to get a really good kiss (although, he has to admit, every kiss with Ice is a really good kiss).
Ice sets them apart and yet his eyes are on Maverick's mouth. “Noo, come on, tell me,” he says so gently. Maverick feels weak.
“Well, you…” Maverick tries to find the words, and lamely settles with, “you kiss good.”
“Pffft,” Ice chuckles. “Is that it?”
Maverick nods stupidly.
Ice smiles when he says, “Well, you're not so bad yourself, Mitchell.”
Maverick huffs a laugh. It’s so silly, and he feels giddy like a teenager who just kissed their first crush. And they're just looking at each other with the biggest smiles on their faces, their eyes occasionally dropping to the other’s mouth.
Maverick loves this. Whatever they have.
He loves kissing Ice. He loves touching Ice. But especially, he loves making Ice laugh with him and smile at him. This is really... nice, he thinks.
Maverick places a hand on Ice's cheek gently, rubbing his thumb against his jaw, and gives him the sweetest kiss he can give. Hearing Ice sigh and practically melt into the kiss is everything.