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Slider makes his way down the stairs of his and Mav’s house on autopilot; grey sweatpants slung low on his hips, chest bare. Even having only just woken up from a solid twenty hours of sleep after coming home from deployment yesterday, Slider is fully aware of what his outfit choice will do to his partner of ten years.
Namely, make him glare at Slider from how horny he gets.
It’s one of Slider’s favourite pastimes. Making Mav horngry. He’s a catty little thing anyway; spitting snark at Slider like it’s foreplay (it is), and hissing when he doesn’t get his way. Not overly fond of getting soaking wet either. But when Slider turns him on when Mav is trying to do something else, and Slider inevitably gets him naked and speared on his dick, Mav ends up scratching Slider to pieces all while moaning Slider’s name like a prayer.
He wears the red welts from Mav’s nails with pride.
All that’s to say, Slider has missed Mav while he’s been away and now he’s up and awake (mostly) rather than shuffling around like a zombie, he plans on finding the pint-sized pilot, and carrying him back to bed so he can make him come at least three times before they sit down and eat something that isn’t carrier food together.
The carpet is soft against the soles of his feet as Slider pads into the living room, heading straight for where Mav is sat cross-legged on the couch, in an oversized sweater, a pair of shorts and white socks ruffled around his ankles, sheets of paper fanned around him, which is a little odd seeing as Mav’s dyslexia means he very rarely seeks out more paperwork than he has too, but Slider’s brain is still sluggish with the remnants of sleep to work out why it doesn’t seem quite right. Slider brushes his palm over Mav’s hair which is slightly longer than he’d last seen it, but he’s been away for a month, so Slider doesn’t think much of it either.
”Mmm, hey, babygirl,” he murmurs; cupping Mav’s head in both hands and tipping his face up so Slider can plant a smacking wet kiss on his lips. “Missed you.” Mav kisses him back for a second and then a giggle escapes his mouth.
Slider pulls back to ask what the fuck is so funny because usually Mav would be melting into him rather than giggling, but pauses before any words form.
Tilts his head as he examines Mav’s face. Squints at the person in front of him as his brain catches up with the fact that it’s not Mav.
The face is very similar, but this doppelgänger is slightly less haunted, no ghosts of best friends lost sticking to his bones. Doesn’t have the freckle at the hollow of his throat either. Not forgetting the boyish flop to his hair rather than Mav’s preferred soft spikes. Slider glances down at the papers surrounding Not-Mav and frowns because it’s not Navy paperwork like he assumed, but what looks like law stuff. And the only laws Mav follows are ones he comes up with himself.
”You’re not Mav,” he says accusingly, straightening and folding his arms over his bare chest, suddenly more awake than he had been.
The guy snorts. “No, I am not. Good spot. You figured that out pretty quickly, considering you only just woke up.”
Slider glares at him ”Who are you, anyway? Because you look eerily similar to the man I’ve been fucking for ten years but you’re obviously not him. Also what are you doing in our house?”
”I’m his brother, Danny. And I’m his brother. He let me in. You were snoring like a bear upstairs when I arrived, so surprise I guess.”
Slider blinks. Mav never mentioned a brother, but Slider knows he gets squirrelly and fragile when it comes to talking about family, the pain of being an orphan so young not easily healed from, so he’s not overly shocked that Danny exists. And he figures this is Mav’s way of introducing him to Slider now it’s suddenly possible and whatever had stopped Danny from being here before is no longer a problem. He can roll with that.
”I see. You staying long?”
”Couple of days.”
”Right. That’s not my sweater is it?”
Danny looks down at the dark blue sweater and then shakes his head. “Nope. Stole this from a lawyer I know.”
Slider arches a brow. “Isn’t stealing against the law?”
Danny smirks. “Probably. But this lawyer wouldn’t take me to court. Not for that anyway. He might go up against me in court for a case, but for stealing his sweater? Nah. He’ll just fuck me until I cry most likely.”
”You’re definitely Mav’s brother.”
Danny snickers and nods. “He’s in that direction, by the way.” He gestures towards the kitchen. “Thanks for the kiss though.”
Slider frowns at Danny at the reminder that he’s just kissed the wrong person. ”Yeah, why did you kiss me back, anyway?”
”Shits and giggles. And so I can annoy Mav with it.”
Slider rolls his eyes with a huff and flips him off. Danny just grins unrepentantly. He slouches off in the direction of the kitchen leaving the brother of his feral shrimp of a lover to his paperwork.
Except when he gets to the kitchen, the person pottering around peeling apples isn’t Mav either.
Mav knows the basic of cooking, enough to keep himself alive; happy to be spoiled and fed by Slider the rest of the time. In the whole time Slider has known him though, Mav’s never once started peeling apples under the urge to bake a fucking apple pie.
”Let me guess,” Slider drawls, scratching his belly, and deciding to just accept whatever this whole situation is without question, because Mav is the best thing in his life and he obviously loves Slider right back otherwise he wouldn’t be letting him in on his most vulnerable secret. “Another brother?”
The man with the peeler huffs out a laugh; hair falling into his eyes where it’s longer at the front (another clue this isn’t Mav). This brother is wearing sweatpants and a vest; the mottle hints of a bruise spilling across one shoulder peeking out from under the white fabric the puckered scar of a bullet wound on the other one. “Mav did say you weren’t an idiot. I’m Ethan.”
”Is there a reason you’re baking an apple pie in my kitchen, Ethan?”
”Don’t usually get the time, and it’s one of Mav’s favourites.” Slider knew that. He makes one for him for his birthday every year. He might not have known Mav has two brothers, but he knows what the man he loves, likes to eat.
“There better be a slice with my name on.”
Ethan scoffs. “As if Mav wouldn’t let you have a piece.”
Slider preens, warm inside, because Mav has obviously told his two brothers about him, and he’s made it clear he very much adores him while he has. Slider will make sure to fuck his babygirl until he’s dribbling from both ends in appreciation later.
"How long are you here for? Same amount of time as that cheeky shit in the living room?"
Ethan hums; mouth ticking up at the corner. "Think you can manage having three of us around for a couple of days?"
"I'm sure I can manage. You got a partner you steal clothes from like Danny and Mav do?"
Ethan finishes peeling the apples and washes his hands. "I pilfer the occasional woolly sweater from Benji, but mostly I just steal his body heat."
"Good to know it's genetic." Slider scrubs a hand over his jaw. "You seen Mav?"
"Outside washing his bike."
"Thanks."
Slider heads through the kitchen towards the front of the house. "Don't I get a kiss too?" he hears called behind him.
"Fuck you, Ethan!" he shouts.
Ethan just cackles in response. Dick.
Honestly. Trust Mav to have brothers like him. Slider is glad he has them.
"This is a pretty sight," he drawls; leaning against the front door frame. Mav is wearing a pair of denim shorts that barely covered his fat ass and one of Slider’s plaid shirts, haphazardly buttoned and tied in a knot just above the dark fuzz trailing under his bellybutton. He looks like something out of a pin-up calendar. Slider wants to ravish him on the spot.
"Sli!" Mav gasps; chucking his soapy sponge in the bucket by his feet and turning round with a beaming grin. "You're up!"
Mav had been out last night visiting Carole and Bradley when Slider had finally made it home and Slider had been conked out fast asleep within minutes so they hadn't spoken to each other until now.
"I am--oof!" Slider grunts as Mav flings himself at him; jumping up to wrap his strong legs around Slider’s waist. Mav captures his mouth in a filthy kiss, purring in happiness, licking into the heat of Slider’s mouth, fingers massaging his scalp where he clings to him like a horny koala.
Greedy brat. Slider’s missed him more than air.
"You're not wearing a top," Mav pants, wetting his lips, tempting Slider to press him up against the wall and kiss him until his lungs feel bruised.
"Well, I'd planned on making you hard enough to pound nails and then take you back to bed to fuck you for hours, but I discovered your two brothers instead so..."
Mav flushes, crooked teeth digging into his plump bottom lip. "Sorry. I'd planned on waking you up when i finished with the bike, so I could warn you they were here - or existed in the first place, I guess."
"I'm not mad, babygirl." Slider noses as Mav's jaw; large hands splayed over his ass.
"You're not?"
"I know your childhood is painful, and I'm guessing you and those two got split up when you went into care."
Mav nods sadly.
"Well then, I'm happy they're here."
"Really?"
"They make you happy, so yeah I'm happy."
"Love you, Sli," Mav sighs; green eyes shiny with tears of gratitude.
"Love you too. They're both little shits though."
Mav bursts out laughing. "Yeah, sorry about that."
"No you're not," Slider parries easily. "I accidentally kissed Danny thinking it was you. In my defence I'd just woken up."
"I'll let it slide - get it, because you're Sli." Slider sighs in fond exasperation. "Because Danny could've said he wasn't me. And because I know you were upset it wasn't me."
He's right.
"Very magnanimous of you."
Mav grins; eyes crinkling at the edges. "I know. Can I ask a favour, Sli?"
"Is it 'can you fuck me until I can't walk'?"
"No, but we can do that later."
"Okay, what do you want?"
Mav chews on his lip again, mischief sparking in his gaze.
"Can you pretend you don't know about Danny and Ethan? Viper's coming round for dinner tonight and it would be funny if you acted like you never saw them before and are convinced I've somehow been cloned."
He's ridiculous but Slider is besotted with him.
Slider’s snorts out a laugh. Already picturing Viper's withering look when he works out Mav's messing with him. Which will probably be within two minutes but still, Slider can play along. "Yeah, I can do that. But only if when your brothers are gone you let me eat your ass until you cry pretty tears."
Mav's throat spasms and his cheeks turning blotchy pink. Slider can feel his dick straining against the zipper of his denim shorts. Mav jerks out a breathy nod. "O-Okay." He grinds his dick against Slider’s belly, obviously wanting to get started on the welcome Slider had mentioned before. Slider’s in the mood to tease him though.
"Good boy." Slider pats him on the ass and then sets him on his feet, stepping back and putting distrance between them. His dick doesn't thank him, but Slider mentally tells the Mav-obsessed trouser snake to be patient. Mav's ass is always worth it. "You've got a bike to finish washing. I'm gonna go rustle up something to eat."
"No fair!" Mav pouts. "You can't leave me with my dick like this!"
"Can and I will. You can come later, princess. Have fun."
Mav hisses in frustration, aggressively hooking the wet sponge from the bucket. "Fuck you, Ron Kerner!"
"It'll be me fucking you and later, kitten."
Mav growls and Slider grins to himself. He's all fluff and bluster really, just desperate to be dicked down and unable to anything but hiss and pout about it.
Slider pads back inside and decides to annoy Danny and Ethan as payback for them being little shits earlier, while scrounging food for himself. He's good at multitasking like that.
Mav can back him up.
Or he will later.
When Slider has him speared on his dick and his mouth biting purpling bruises on his perky tits.
If Mav is still able to talk, that is.
Mmm. What a delightful thought.
Slider whistles to himself, very happy to be back from deployment.