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"You know, I'd look good in those pants. Way better than Stacee Jax," was the first thing that came out of her Dad's mouth after they left the theater.
Callie made a face that only a twenty-three-year-old could at what Maverick said while Iceman laughed loudly as they crossed the parking lot to the car. "I don't know about that."
Maverick did not seem deterred by his kid's tone and incredulity. "Yeah, I do. I'd look way hotter than Stacee Jax in those pants. Your Pops agrees with me," Maverick winked at Iceman who flashed him a grin.
Callie just made a noise of disgust while muttering "I regret bringing you guys to the movies. I should have brought Omaha, he wouldn't make these types of innuendos in front of me."
It was a rarity for them to be home together but they made the most of it now that their daughter was following in their footsteps into the Navy determined to be a pilot like them. So, when she got home they made some plans to do stuff and one of those was to go watch this musical that Callie was excited to see. She convinced them to go after telling them it had 80s rock songs so Iceman and Maverick were convinced to go.
What Callie expected was her Dads love of the music. What she did not expect but should have seen coming was the fact that both liked rock star's leather pants.
Go figure. And Omaha thought her parents were boring old naval aviators, nope they were chaotically fun and horny at their age of fifty and almost fifty-three respectively each.
Callie just groaned but Ice chuckled at the mortification of their kid. Maverick continued with a shrug. "I would look good and you both know it!" He then proclaimed in the middle of the half-empty parking lot. "I'm going to find some of those leather pants."
"Really?" Iceman teased his partner. "Are you going to put on a show with them?"
Maverick grinned. "Maybe."
"If you are, can it be after I leave the house?" Callie cut into the flirtation, her voice deadpanned as she desperately wanted this conversation to end. "Please?"
That had made both men to laugh and their daughter to roll her eyes. Yes, even at fifty and almost fifty-three years of age, neither of her Dads was boring. They were however still very much in love and to Callie Kazansky-Mitchell just made it both endearing with their love for one another and mortified over how utterly horny they could be at their old age.
She hoped that when not if, her Dad got those pants she would be halfway across the sea.
In true Maverick fashion, the conversation wasn't forgotten. It came to a head much to Callie's mercy when she was off on a six-month deployment. Maverick had ordered the pants and by pure luck, they arrived well before he went on another deployment for two months. By the end of that stint, he came back home and surprised Ice with the pants.
"Close your eyes," Maverick told him on the threshold of his office. He could see Tom trying to turn his head to see what Mav was up to but he hid behind the door only cracking it open a little. "Nuh-uh, don't cheat Iceman. Eyes closed."
He could hear Ice grunt. After a while, he said aloud, "My eyes are closed. What are you up to?"
With the question hanging in the air, Maverick made his way to his man. Ice did indeed have his eyes closed shut behind his glasses. Maverick grinned and sat himself on the desk so close to Ice that if he wanted he could have sat himself on the taller man's lap. Swinging his legs lightly he told Ice to open his eyes. They flew open, blue eyes meeting green with confusion before they trailed down his bare chest and... the leather pants. A rather predatory smile spread across Ice's lips making Maverick shiver with anticipation. In an instant, he was on Ice's lap, straddling him as their lips clashed, Tom's hands wandering down to his ass and giving it a squeeze that made Mav moan into the kiss.
"This is a good surprise," Ice said his voice in a low husky tone. "You should wear this surprise more often."
"Yeah?" He nudged his face into the side of Ice's neck. He began to leave open-mouthed kisses on his neck before Ice stopped him.
Ice took charge instantly with him biting his neck and then leaving soothing kisses. "Bedroom, cowboy." Mav let a groan out of his mouth when Ice bit him softly, he then began to him I Wanna Know What Love Is while grinding himself on Tom's lap. "I wanna know what love is, I want you to show me" He sang softly. "C'mon Mav." To make his point across, he stood up heaving Maverick up and letting him wrap his legs around his waist. Ice carried him to their bedroom letting themselves stop here and there to discard some of Tom's clothes on the way to the bedroom. The only thing that stayed on was the leather pants till they got to their room where Ice unceremoniously had the shorter pilot fall on the bed and he began to get him out of the pants that were turning Ice on way too easily. Using his hands and teeth finally he got the pants off.
Maverick let out a groan as Ice's lips traveled up his leg leaving kisses and bite marks. "I should wear these pants more often," Maverick groaned. Ice mumbled an agreement drunk on sex and Maverick. He ran his fingers through Ice's hair tugging it softly the way his wingman liked it.
When they finished both men stayed close to each other, having cleaned themselves off and tucking themselves in their bed, Ice and Maverick entangled in each other. Tom's hair fell down his eyes but Mav pushed it away his hand trailed down until Tom caught his fingers in his mouth, capturing them with his teeth. Ice grinned before he let go and Maverick swooped in to kiss his lips.
"You know these aren't the only leather pants I got," Maverick wiggled his eyebrows suggestively once he left one last kiss on Tom's lips. Ice curiously looked at him as Mav gave him his signature mischief smile. "I got a few more pairs. For special occasions."
Ice tucked him closer in his embrace. He could see the 'artwork' that he left on Mav's neck that would be covered by his shirts, flight suits, and jackets. "How many are we talking?"
"Three," Maverick said with a tone that was reminiscent of a cat getting the canary. "I got three pairs, one of them is crotchless." He could see the twinkle in Ice's blue eyes and knew that his wingman was interested in that one specific pair of leather pants. Mav kissed the tip of Ice's nose. "When you get another promotion then the pants will appear, Admiral."