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“Hi Mav.” Ice said to himself as Mav wasnt even close to being awake.
He stroked a hand down his omega’s back, stopping when he reached his ass. Ice had already gotten up and had coffee and watched the news, but the drafty room and the warmth under his palm were all it took to get him back in bed.
It took a tiny bit of encouragement to get sleepy Mav to lay on his chest, but over all Ice had done harder things. Feeling his lover’s heartbeat against his was when Ice felt happiest anyway.
He continued petting down Mav’s spine, but something nagged at him.
It had been two years since they bonded, and still Mav only slept on his belly. It was possible to put him on his side, but never his back.
It actually made Ice very insecure.
It was fine if Mav was a stomach sleeper, but all omegas slept on their backs every once in a while when they had an alpha who loved them like Ice loved Mav. How else was he supposed to pet his sensitive inner thighs and listen to the rolling thunder of Pete’s heartbeat in his chest?
Ice sighed and ran a thumb over the crest of Mav’s cheek. It didn’t matter. He loved Maverick, and nothing would ever stop him, so he might as well let it go and be good to Mav for as long as he was able.
Even if it made him a little nervous that Pete didn’t love him enough to be vulnerable.
Maybe more than a little.
“Tommy.”
“What baby?” Ice responded playfully.
He was so in love with Pete it wasn’t even funny how fond his expression was. His eyes darted back and forth across Mav’s whole body, taking in his ruffled hair and his half tucked shirt, one eyebrow all messy from the omega dragging a hand down his face. He caught Mav as he tipped forward, tucking him away from the rest of the crowded bar.
“I think I’m tired.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Ice chuckled. Mav was tired and tipsy, a combination that led to the floppiest possible version of the man.
Ice kissed him on the head and hugged him, swaying a bit before suggesting they head home. He felt Mav nod against his chest, arms coming up to hug the alpha back.
Ice bit his lip and watched for cops on their way home, one thumb brushing back and forth where his hand rested on Pete’s sternum, the omega laying in his lap with no seatbelt on.
Mav was quiet, but Ice could feel the hand Mav had raised above his head playing with the hem of his shirt, and when he looked down at a red light those green eyes were watching him, a little smile tugging at his lips.
When they got inside Ice followed Mav up the stairs, steadying him with a hand on his waist when he needed it. Mav ended up leading him to the shower.
He kept them close, rising the soap away like it was the end of a dance, one strong arm across Mav’s back, the other cradling the back of his head.
Ice didn’t know what happened, but dipped backwards into the hot shower, struggling to keep eye contact, Mav started blushing, hot and red. His breathing sped up ever so slightly as he pulled himself closer.
“What?” Ice laughed.
He watched Mav blush more, trying to figure out what could make him act like this.
Mav didn’t seem to be laughing at him, he seemed a little shy, or maybe it was bashful.
“Really baby, what?” Ice laughed again, looking at himself.
His freckly arms where covered in goosebumps from standing outside of the shower spray and his chest was tense from how he held Mav up. He could feel his tags hanging down his back and maybe a little bit of color on his cheeks, but who could blame him, he had the most gorgeous man alive staring at him like he was something special. And for all that Ice had ever acted cocky, Mav convinced him that he really was something special in moments like these.
Ice felt a little spike of confidence as he pulled Mav closer, those big eyes still locked on his. Their mouths were a centimeter apart when Ice turned off the shower, the blond pressing his smile into Mav’s parted lips.
Dry, they found the bed. Then hands found hair, and lips found lips as well as other parts, and teeth found sensitive places, and Mav’s head found Ice’s pillow when they were done, his limbs spread loosely across the bed as he laid on his front.
Ice left him briefly to clean up, putting him in boxers and a shirt before taking himself to the bathroom.
But when he came back he felt his heart stutter and lurch in his chest like it had forgotten how to beat.
Because Mav was on Ice’s side of the bed, his face turned into the pillow, legs slightly spread where he was stretched out on his back. His eyes were closed and his breaths were steady.
Ice put underwear and pajama pants on faster than anyone ever had before and strode to the bed. He was so happy his chest hurt.
Even though he’d never done it with Mav he knew what he was doing as he settled between the smaller man’s legs. He gave himself a moment of awe, admiring the graceless spread of Mav’s body, before he traced a finger down the omega’s inner thigh. Pete twitched a little, but not in fear, Ice was watching him burrow deeper into the pillow, perfectly content.
Propping one of Mav’s legs up Ice kissed his pale inner thigh, leaving more in a neat line until the cotton boxers got in his way. He made his way back down, firmer this time, with little nibbles and love bites. He laid a kiss at the omega’s ankle, bringing the leg to hook over his shoulder. His used the leverage to rub his neck along the raised thigh, scenting the limb, blushed pink from Ice’s gentle mouth.
He imagined what it must have felt like. It had to be nice, warm kisses placed on secret scent glands that had only felt the sharp embrace of Ice’s hips, and his bony shoulders. Maybe it tingled. Maybe the feeling twisted around in his tummy, making him squirmy with pleasure.
Curious, Ice held the leg and bent forward, his sharp nose tucked against cotton boxers. Maybe Mav was a little wet, but the alpha could barely tell with how strong his own pine scent was on and between Mav’s legs. He placed a kiss on his omega’s covered pussy and moved on.
He repeated the process on the other leg with just as much love and care, then laid on his front, kissing and scenting Mav’s belly at the top of his boxers. He didn’t linger, drawing himself up to lay a kiss over Mav’s heart and many more on his face and neck. Mav was smiling in his sleep while Ice petted his face. The alpha brushed their noses together before getting more comfortable, one hand around Mav’s back, the other holding his thigh, allowing his thumbs to trace little circles against the warm skin.
“You’re such a sap Tommy, I thought that only happened in cheesy movies.” Mav murmured into Ice’s neck, the soft huff of a laugh warming his collar bone.
“I thought you were asleep.” The blond returned sheepishly.
He felt Pete shrug and started to piece together the situation.
“You did it on purpose, didn’t you? Pretended be asleep just to see what I’d do?”
Mav rolled, hiding between Ice’s arms.
“Thought you might if I did.” Mav whispered vaguely.
“Oh Pete, this whole time I thought you didn’t want me to but you just didn’t know if I would?
“You wanted to?”
“More than you could know.”
“I thought it was just something the movie makers came up with to make things sexier, I didn’t know it actually felt like something.” The smaller man shivered, remembering.
“So you’ve never done that? With anyone?”
“No one ever wanted to.”
“I want to.”
Ice barely got the words out before Mav’s lips were on his, strong hands sliding through his hair.
“What’s the equivalent for you? What do I do to you to make you feel like that.”
“I don’t know.” Ice laughed.
“I’m gonna figure it out.”
Ice laughed harder, helplessly in love with Pete Mitchell, and so happy he could cry.