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It started with Hollywood and Wolfman, all the way back when they were in basic. Slider had stumbled upon them hidden away in some dark corner kissing. The way both their faces had paled as they scrambled apart and stumbled over an explanation… Slider never wanted to see his friends look like that again. He had been quick to assure them that he had no intention of outing them, that he’d be a hypocrite if he did. That seemed to get them to calm down fairly quickly.
Later that night, when everyone else was sound asleep, Leo and Rick opened up to him about themselves, about their relationship. In turn, he opened up to them. He didn’t have a word for it, wouldn't until he was much older, but he told them about being attracted to men and women, but that attraction never went past purely physical. He’d tried to get into all the mushy romantic stuff with past partners, but it just never felt natural, didn’t satisfy him in any way, so he just accepted that it wasn’t for him.
He’s not sure Wood and Wolf really understood, not back then, but they didn’t judge him or treat him any differently afterwards, so that was good enough for Slider.
The first time Slider found himself in bed with the other two men, they had been getting pleasantly buzzed in one of their hotel rooms while on a short shore leave. The two had been giving him some major eyes, which Slider definitely wasn’t discouraging, and one thing led to another.
And after that, well, it just became a thing.
Every once in a while, if they were stationed together, Wood and Wolf would ask Slider if he wanted to have some fun with them. He almost never refused, unless he already had a hookup for the night, or was otherwise engaged.
And now here they all were, training at Top Gun of all places.
Slider was leaning against the bar as he idly watched Ice antagonize the new guy, Maverick, when Hollywood sidled up next to him, leaning into Slider’s space to be heard over the music and crowd.
“Wolf and I are gonna get out of here, wanna join us tonight Sli?”
Slider glances to the side, mouth twitching upwards at Wood’s wiggling eyebrows. He looks over at Ice again, both him and Mav too preoccupied with puffing their chests up at each other to pay any attention to him. He gives Wood a nod and quickly polishes off his drink, trailing after the other man towards the entrance of the O-Club where Wolf is already waiting for them.
The walk to Wolf and Wood’s assigned housing is quick and filled with friendly chatter about their new Top Gun assignment, but once they’re inside, the mood quickly changes. The couple eagerly coral Slider towards the bedroom in the back, already pawing at him and each other. Slider grins and chuckles, shedding his shirt once he’s past the threshold of the bedroom door. They get him on the bed and all the clothes come off, Wolf crawling onto the bed with him and pulling him into a kiss.
Wood stands at the edge of the bed and watches for a moment, stroking himself to full hardness, “We were talking, and we’d both really like to fuck you tonight Sli. What do you think?”
Wolf pulls away to let Slider answer, eyes already filled with heat and Slider smiles as he looks up at the other man, “Sounds like a good time to me.”
They position him more towards the middle of the bed, kneeling there as Wolf settles in front of him, and Wood behind him. Wolf resumes their earlier makeout session as Wood pops the cap on the lube, gasping against Wolf’s mouth as a slick finger teases his rim before pushing in. Slider groans as Wood stretches him, letting his head fall back against Wood’s shoulder, Wolf taking the opportunity to pepper kisses along his throat.
Wood preps him thoroughly and efficiently, practiced by now with what makes Slider’s body respond. He hears the cap of the lube once more, feels Wood shuffling behind him as the man slicks up his cock.
“Ready Sli?” Wood asks with a quick kiss to Slider’s shoulder, and another kiss to Wolf’s lips as he shuffles in closer, pressing against Slider’s back.
“More than. C’mon boys, let’s get things going.” He replies with a grin.
Neither Wolf nor Wood waste any more time after that. Wood presses into him with smooth thrusts, fingers gripping at Slider’s hips. There will probably be marks tomorrow, which Slider is more than okay with. In front of him, Wolf shuffles closer, pressing their erections together and grasping them both in one hand, starting a lazy roll of his hips.
Once Slider relaxes into the sensations Wood picks up his pace, the slapping of skin on skin loud in the otherwise quiet room, stirring the arousal in Slider's belly. He groans, one hand flying to grasp at Wood's hip as the man's thrusts start nudging at his prostate. Wolf smirks as he looks at Wood over Slider's shoulder, still leisurely stroking their cocks between them.
"God, you should see his face, Wood, he already looks so blissed out.”
He’s sure it’s true too. The dual sensations of Wood fucking him and Wolf stroking his cock has Slider rapidly approaching the edge, and he tells them as such. Wood takes that as his queue to move things along, thrusting into the heat of Slider’s body with renewed vigor, “In or out Sli?”
Slider only gives it a half a second of thought, “In. In tonight.”
Wood presses a groan into his shoulder, Wolf mumbling something that sounds like so hot under his breath, and then Wood’s hips falter in their rhythm as he cums, filling Slider up. Wood gives a couple more small thrusts before pulling out and wrapping his arms around Slider’s torso, encouraging him to lean back into Wood’s chest.
Slider goes willingly, getting comfortable against Wood as Wolf hikes one of Slider’s legs up. Wolf slips in easily, his partner’s cum slicking the way for him, continuing where Wood left off, fucking into Slider with sharp thrusts. In turn, Wood replaces Wolf’s hand with his own around Slider’s dick, stroking it in time with Wolf’s thrusts, his goal now to get Slider off.
It doesn’t take much more before the coil of pleasure in his gutt snaps and he’s clenching down on Wolf as he cums, groaning and grasping onto the both of them. Wolf’s hips stutter to a stop as he adds to Wood’s mess inside of Slider.
The three of them lay in the bed for a moment, catching their breath, before getting up to start their usual routine after their rendezvous.
They get cleaned up, someone orders take-out, they joke and tease each other as they throw something on the tv and eat. Eventually Slider heads for the door, they've got early classes tomorrow, throwing his friends a wink and a wave as he says goodnight. He’s got a smile on his face as Wood’s and Wolf’s hollered goodbye’s echo and follow him out the door.
Ending up in bed with Ice and Mav hadn’t been on Slider’s to-do list, but he can’t say he doesn’t enjoy it, the two of them can be a wild ride in the bedroom.
He doesn’t end up in their bed as much as he does Wood and Wolf, but again, he’s not complaining, he’s just glad the two idiots finally worked their shit out after the Layton mission. All the pining had been getting insufferable.
Tonight they’d ask him if he’d be willing to help them, or Mav more specifically, fulfill a fantasy of his, and they wanted someone they trusted, someone they knew also cared about them in return, in their bed. And if that didn’t just make Slider feel all warm and tingly, knowing his friends knew he would take care of them.
So that's how he found himself kneeling on the bed behind Maverick who was stradling Ice, both of them gently encouraging Mav with soft touches as Slider guides his cock into Mav alongside Ice’s member. The fit is tight, even with all the extra prep they did, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t feel amazing. And with the way Mav groans, high and needy in front of him, the sentiment is shared.
They give Mav a moment to get used to the stretch, Slider running his hands over Mav’s back while Ice soothes his hands over Mav’s thighs and whispers supportive words. When Mav gives them the okay, Slider starts slow, rocking into Mav in small increments, all three of them groaning at the friction. Soon Mav’s body relaxes around their cocks enough for Slider to pick up his pace, snapping his hips into the tight heat of the smaller pilot’s body.
Mav’s making all sorts of punched out, pleasured sounds as he gropes at Ice’s chest below him, which makes the coil of heat in Slider’s gut tighten. This little experiment of theirs seems to be going well and Slider can definitely see the couple asking for a repeat performance when the mood arises.
Ice starts talking then, running his hands over Mav’s trembling thighs. “Look at you Mav. Doing so well for us. Making us feel so good.”
Maverick moans and Slider can just imagine the blissed out look on his face from the praise. “Just made for taking cock weren’t you Mav?”
Mav groans again and reaches back to grip at Slider’s hip, fingers digging in like he’s trying to pull him even deeper into his body, “Yes! Yes, please! Wanna cum.”
Slider looks over Mav’s shoulder at Ice, raising an eyebrow at his pilot, “Whaddya think Ice?”
Ice smirks back up at him, hands finding Mav’s hips, “He’s been so good for us, I think he deserves what he wants tonight.”
Ice plants his feet on the bed and starts to push his hips up into Mav in juxtaposition to Slider’s thrusts, causing a delicious slide of their cocks inside Mav. Slider curses under his breath at the extra stimulation, abdomen tightening with pleasure and he knows he won’t last much longer.
Ice’s hands are busy helping Mav sink down on their cocks, so Slider reaches around and takes Mav’s neglected member in his hand, working him in time with their thrusts. Mav’s whole body spasms at the added pleasure, involuntarily clenching around Ice and Slider, both of them cursing at the feeling. “C’mon Mav, paint Ice’s chest all pretty.”
The encouragement is the last little bit needed before Mav is spilling over Slider’s hand and onto Ice’s chest, keening as he shudders through his orgasm before going limp. Slider hooks his arm around Mav’s torso, holding him up so he doesn’t face plant onto Ice. They thrust a couple more times before they too are spilling, panting with exertion.
Slider catches his breath for a moment before carefully pulling out of Mav, petting his side when he whimpers, and laying him down next to Ice. He makes sure the two are settled and comfortable before collapsing unceremoniously on Ice’s other side with a grunt, closing his eyes with a satiated sigh. He must doze off for a bit, because when he opens his eyes again, he’s alone in the bed. He can hear the shower running in the connected bathroom and smells food cooking from the kitchen. He sits up and stretches, grabbing his clothes from the floor and puttering out of the room and to the guest bathroom to clean himself up and redress.
He wanders down the hall towards the living room and kitchen, seeing Ice standing at the stove cooking up some sort of stir fry of meat and vegetables. Ice looks up at him as he approaches, “There’s a game on tonight. You staying or going?”
Slider pauses and takes stock of himself. When he hooks up with strangers, he never sticks around, always leaving right after. Because sometimes even strangers want to get cuddly afterwards, and it makes Slider’s skin itch uncomfortably. His friends though, they’ve learned his boundaries and have been great at understanding them. Even still, sometimes Slider just feels like he needs his own space after being with any of his friends, but they’ve learned it’s nothing personal and don’t make a big fuss about it.
Tonight he’s feeling good and relaxed, “I’ll stick around. Besides, wouldn’t want all that food to go to waste.”
Ice snorts as he steps away from the stove to grab a couple bottles of beer from the fridge, popping them open and handing one to Slider, “Please, we both know Mav’s gonna be eating most of this with how ravenous he gets after sex.”
Slider laughs as he heads out into the living room, plopping down into the armchair and turning the tv on, “Still impresses me how much food he can stuff into that compact frame of his.”
“Are you mocking my height Slider?” Mav wanders out into the living room then, taking his usual spot on his and Ice’s beat up couch, hair still damp from his shower.
“Aren’t I always Mav?” Slider throws back with a playful smirk.
The rest of the night passes in companionable banter, and later Slider crashes in their guest bedroom, the late hour and beers he’s had making him too tired to try and make the trek back to his own lodging. Needless to say he sleeps like the dead that night.
Most people probably wouldn’t guess it by just looking at her, but damn was Carole a kinky lady. And Goose would just about do anything in the bedroom for her. Almost.
He’d been fooling around with the Bradshaws almost as long as he’d been having fun with Hollywood and Wolfman, having met the couple during his and Goose’s time at the Naval Academy. As soon as Carole had looked at him, she had him down to a T, and it wasn’t long after that, that they asked if he’d be interested in joining in on some of their bedroom activities.
But back to the matter at hand. Goose would do just about anything in the bedroom if Carole asked. But the man just wasn’t a bottom. Not for lack of trying of course. Goose’s first excursion had been with Carole’s strap-on, but apparently didn’t get much pleasure from it. Then when Slider entered the picture, he tried again, said that was better than the strap-on, but it still wasn’t something he could see himself wanting very often. Which was totally fine with Carole and Slider, everybody has their dislikes.
Besides, Slider was more than happy to take either of the Bradshaws' dicks.
Speaking of, Slider moans around the length in his mouth as Goose tightens his grip on his hair, tugging at the strands just enough to make his scalp tingle pleasurably. Goose groans above him, and Slider hears Carole giggle behind him where she’s thrusting languidly into him, the silicone strap-on gliding with ease.
“Is he takin’ good care of you Goose? Suckin’ you just how you like it?” Carole smoothes her hands over Slider’s hips and back.
“Always does. Slider knows how to take care of us just right, doesn’t he honey?”
Carole gives an affirmative hum in return, and Slider can’t help but moan at the praise. He shifts to get more comfortable, wrapping his arms around Goose’s thighs and focusing back in on providing pleasure. The way Goose tilts his head back with a sigh and runs his fingers through Slider’s hair tells him he’s doing a good job.
He bobs up and down the length, tongue cupping the underside. Every few bobs he’ll push down as far as he can on Goose’s cock, breathing through his nose as he provides suction as he slides back up the length. Goose cups the back of his neck, blunt fingernails scraping against the short hair at the nape of his neck, and it sends a pleasant tingle down his back.
Carole leans over his back to get his attention, the motion of her hips slowing even more, “Do you want more Sli?”
Slider released Goose’s cock with a wet sounding pop, taking a quick breath and turning his head to look at her, “Yes please.”
Carole gave him that bright smile of hers and leaned back, so Slider went back to laving Goose’s cock with attention.
“Always so polite, such a good boy.” Carole praised as she picked up the pace with her thrusting.
She was thrusting with enough force now that it jostled Slider on the bed, his own cock now brushing against the pillow under his hips. He bobbed on Goose’s cock faster, moaning with each thrust of the strap on. He felt Carole plant one hand next to him on the bed, giving her a better angle to hit Slider’s prostate, which had his eyes fluttering shut. Moments later her hand slipped between his abdomen and the pillow, encircling his member and providing the perfect tightness his cock needed as her thrusts pushed his cock in and out of her hand.
Slider knows he’s not going to last much longer, the tight coil of heat in his gut ready to snap at any moment. He works Goose's length with renewed vigor, wanting to finish the man off before Slider himself finishes. Goose must have been teetering on the edge as well, because it wasn't long before Goose gripped at his hair and Slider tasted the tang of release on his tongue.
He gives Goose a couple more sucks before pulling off, swallowing as much as he could, and rests his head on Goose's thigh with a moan as Goose strokes his hair.
Carole's sweet voice sounds behind him again, "Let go Sli, we got you."
And that's all it takes for Slider to give in, his release slamming into him. His eyes flutter shut as he pants against Goose’s thigh, pleasure shooting up his spine and making his body tingle. He lets himself drift for a bit, only somewhat registering Goose and Carole shifting around him, Carole moaning as Goose makes sure she isn’t left hanging.
When he tunes back into the room around him, it’s just Goose on the bed with him. He flops over with a groan. He must make an amusing face as he looks down at the mess he made of himself, because Goose snorts next to him, a gleeful smile curling at the side of his lips from his spot resting against the headboard. Slider shoves at his leg in half hearted retaliation.
“So Slider, how much longer do you think it’ll be until Ice and Mav run off to some other country and elope? I know Mav, and I’m thinking another year.”
Slider chuffs, “That’s real generous of you, they’ve barely been together a year as is! No, I’m thinking it’ll be another two at least.”
Carole reappears once again, a pink, flowery robe tied around her waist and looking pleased as punch. She sits on the bed by their feet and hands each of them a warm, damp washcloth to clean themselves with, “What are you boys talking about?”
“How long it’ll take Mav and Ice to elope.” Slider replies as he wipes himself down.
Carole clicks her tongue and waves a hand, “Oh that’s easy! Six months.”
Both Slider and Goose sputter in surprise, nearly shouting in unison, “Six months?!”
“You heard me.” Carole quips, not looking at all bothered by their reactions.
“And I thought Goose was being generous with his estimate. There’s no way Ice would go for that, even if he really loves Mav, he’s too cautious.” Slider argues.
Carole raises a brow at him and gives him an impish smile, “Care to wager a bet then Slider?”
Goose’s head tilts back and thunks against the headboard with a sigh, “Here we go…”
Slider smirks, “Fight’s on.”
Six months later, as Slider stands with a beer in his hand in the Bradshaws’ backyard, surrounded by his friends, Carole sidles up next to him. He reaches into his pocket and fishes out his wallet, pulls a crisp one hundred dollar bill out and places it into her waiting hand. Once again, Slider can’t be too mad…
The matching bands on Ice and Mav’s fingers are a good look on them.