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When Maverick had first met Iceman at top gun, there were a few things he had noticed about the taller man. The first was how often Ice would be staring at him. And in turn, secondly, he noticed his stunning blue-green eyes. Those beautiful eyes that were constantly staring him down, those eyes that made him feel safe, like home. Those eyes that he wanted to stare at forever.
"Mav, you're staring." Ice said with a smirk plastered on his face. He knew he had been caught staring at ice from across the bar.
His face lit up, dusted with a rosy tone. "Shut it, Kazansky." He mumbled as he forced his eyes away.
"So feisty. Just admit you like looking at me and I'll leave you alone." Ice grinned. He only blushed harder, embarrassment clear in his face.
"Fine, I was staring at you, happy?" He muttered.
"Very." Ice said as he got up from his seat and made his way over to Maverick. "You make it so obvious, Mitchell. If you're going to stare, try to make it harder to notice." Ice spoke with a smirk. Their proximity to each other had made Maverick pause. He knew he hadn't been the most secretive with his feelings but hey, he couldn't help it, he was an emotional guy.
"Says you, Iceman. Don't think I haven't noticed you staring at me as well." He retorted.
Ice chuckled however, "I wasn't trying to hide my staring, that's the difference between you and me, Maverick."
What.
He froze, unsure of what exactly Ice's words had meant. There were too many thoughts going around in his head but all he knew was those beautiful eyes were staring at him again and he didn't want them to stop.
"Meet me in my room in thirty minutes. No sooner and no later.'' Ice said after glancing over his shoulder, winking at Maverick softly before departing.
He was baffled for sure now. What on earth was that?! He has so many questions and not enough answers. He wondered what would happen if he did go to ice's room, or why ice would ask him to meet him in his room in the first place.
Before he could continue his spiraling thoughts, he quickly ordered a shot from the bartender, needing something to clear his mind and maybe to give him a stroke of confidence. Once he received his shot he quickly downed it before paying his tab. As he left the bar, got on his bike, and began his drive back to the naval base, his thoughts began once more but this time on his favorite thing.
Those eyes..
He couldn't get enough. His eyes brought so much comfort to him in a way he could never explain.
The drive to the naval base passed quickly as his thought continued and before he knew it he was already there. He stopped the bike and got off. He made his way to the barracks and to Ice's room. He stopped before the door, thirty minutes had passed but he found himself frozen outside of the ice's door. He managed to get himself to knock on the door only for ice to open the door not a second later.
"Took you long enough, thought you weren't going to show." Ice said as he pulled him inside.
He couldn't help but look around Ice's room, noting personal items that belonged to the taller aviator. "Of course I was going to show up." He replied. Ice chuckled and walked over to his bed and sat down on the edge, patting a spot next to him for Maverick.
He stood still for a moment before walking over and sitting down next to ice. "Why did you invite me over to your room, ice?" He asked softly, eyes never making contact with ice no matter how desperately he wished he could.
Ice gently guided his face by his fingers to ensure he would look at him. "Mav, you and I both know why I invited you over. We both have been staring at each other like we're obsessed.." Ice spoke, his eyes maintaining contact till they slid down to the brunette's lips.
His heart beat faster watching Ice stare at his lips before he started inching closer, in turn he began to move in as well before their lips brushed together. Ice took the lead after that point, pushing their lips together tightly in a loving embrace. It became a rush of emotions, him wrapping his arms around one's neck and ice pulling him in closer by his waist while cupping the back of his head with his hand.
What seemed to be hours passed before they finally parted, both gasping for breath. He noticed the glossy sheen of saliva covering Ice's lips and wondered how his own looked. Both aviators stared at each other while catching their breath, eyes never breaking from the other.
"Ice.." He started.
"Don't speak." Ice said, cutting him off. "Don't speak, just do." Ice finished, pulling him back in for a second kiss.
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As Ice and himself lay in bed together, he couldn't help but to continue staring at those beautiful blue-green eyes.
Those stunning eyes. Those eyes that never waiver, that are always present staring back at me. Those eyes that make me feel this way for you. Those gorgeous watercolor eyes..
"You're staring again, Mav." Ice said with a soft smile.
"Can't help it, your eyes are beautiful." He replied, red tinting his cheeks.
Ice grinned, "like my eyes huh?"
"Yes, they're stunning." He said, the red on his cheeks spreading.
"Thank you." Ice said, placing a gentle kiss to the top of Mav's forehead.
Before he could even process, he blurted out, "What do you like about me, ice?"
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"What do you like about me, Ice?"
Maverick had asked him what he liked about him. It was obvious, was it not?
"Your hair"
"My hair?" Mav said with a slight giggle.
"Your hair. I like your hair. I like your soft wavy hair, it fits you well." He replied. He smiled when he saw the cute rosy blush on Maverick's face spread. He took the opportunity to snake his hand into Maverick's hair, playing with the soft strands gently.
"Why my hair?" Maverick asked.
"Because it's soft to the touch, meaning I can mess with your hair all I want. I love the way your hair looks on you, the style matches you well." He said.
"But those are silly reasons." Maverick said.
"Are not. Are the reasons you like my eyes silly?" He replied.
"Well no, they aren't." Maverick spoke.
"Then what's the difference between your reasons and mine? What reasons do you have for liking my eyes so much?" He said.
"Well your eyes are stunning. The blueish green color is pretty, and reminds me of watercolor paintings. Your eyes are comforting in a way, they feel like when you go home after a long day and finally get to rest. I like when you stare at me, lets me know your eyes are only on me too." Maverick said.
Ice smiled, red dusting his cheeks softly. "And are those reasons not silly? No. So mine aren't either." He replied.
"You're right." Maverick said quietly.
"I love you, Mitchell. You and your dark curls."
"I love you too, Kazansky. You and your water color eyes."