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When Tom had fallen asleep it had been September 12, 1986. He had just returned Friday afternoon to Miramar after serving a short deployment with the rest of his Top Gun class on the USS Enterprise following the events of the Layton Rescue. He’d been so happy to just collapse and sprawl on the queen size bed in his temporary base housing unit after being cramped on the carrier’s bunks for the last couple of months.
When he had awoken, however, it was in a bed in a civilian hospital on September 9, 2016 (if the calendar and the date written on the patient treatment board was correct, that is). He had a sticker connected to a wire taped around one finger and an IV in the crook of his right arm.
Tom was so confused. The hospital room was really nice, for one. Nearly like a hotel room. He had his own space and wasn’t sharing with anyone. Something felt off (other than the date that had to be wrong), but Tom couldn’t quite put his finger on it before there was a knock at the door and a nurse in green scrubs came in.
“Oh! I see you’re finally awake, Mr. Kazansky,” she said cheerfully. “That’s good! My name is Amber and I’ll be your nurse this morning. “Can you tell me your full name and date of birth please?”
Tom watched her walk over to a counter and roll out a keyboard before staring at a screen. That couldn’t be a computer, could it? It was flat! But she was using a keyboard… That’s what had felt off! Everything was high tech and streamlined. Nothing had the familiar bulk that he was used to back in 1986. He was pretty sure that was a TV on the wall across from his bed, but it was just a flat shiny rectangle!
“Sir?”
“Ah,” Tom stammered. “Thomas Michael Kazansky. December 31, 1959.”
“Ooh! New Year's Eve Baby! Nice! Even more reason to celebrate when the new year’s rolling in, yeah?” Amber said with a smile before frowning for a moment. “1959, you said?”
“That's right.”
She was quiet for a moment as she tapped at her keyboard.
“Well… it all check’s out. Blood work came back and everything… Wow. You look really good for 56. I’ll have to bug you for your secrets, later,” Amber said. “We’ve already called your husband and he said that he’d be here soon to pick you up. Let me just check your vitals real quick and then we can order you some breakfast while we wait for him to arrive, how does that sound?”
“Fine,” Tom murmured, feeling really confused. How did he get here? Why was he at a civilian hospital and not the base one? Where even was this hospital? “Miss? Where am I?”
“Oh! Sorry. You’re at Scripps Green Hospital in La Jolla. Someone found you passed out on the beach and emergency services routed you here when your file pinged. There was a worry that your collapse might have been a sign that your cancer might be returning, but all our tests came back negative, so don’t you worry. It appears that you were just severely dehydrated and suffering from signs of stress and exhaustion. We got you on an IV drip and with a nice long sleep you appear to be right as rain again,” Amber beamed as she wrapped the pressure cuff around his bicep and took his blood pressure. Instead of a pump and a stethoscope, Amber just pressed a button on the monitor next to his bed and the cuff began to inflate and steadily release pressure on its own.
Tom’s mind was reeling. Cancer? What was she talking about?
“You sure bounced back really fast,” Amber continued. “I’m sure we’ll have you out of here in no time, provided you have someone who can keep an eye on you to make sure you don’t collapse again.”
“That’s what I’m here for,” a familiar voice said.
Tom turned his head and standing just inside the doorway was Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, but not the Maverick that he knew. This Maverick was older. And hotter.
‘Fuck me,’ Tom thought as his gaze swept up and down the older Maverick’s form. How was the little shit even more attractive than when he’d last seen him when they’d disembarked from the carrier?
“You must be his husband,” Amber said, smiling as she took off the blood pressure cuff and made note of the various numbers on the monitor before presumably entering them in on the strange computer.
Wait a minute… Did she say husband?! He thought she had just misspoken earlier, but was he really supposed to be married to another man ?! And Maverick at that? Just what kind of alternate universe did he wake up in? No way same sex relationships - let alone marriages - were so easily accepted. Amber was acting like it was no big deal that Tom was supposedly married to another man. He had to still be dreaming. That’s why nothing had been making any sense.
“That’s me! Pete Kazanaky-Mitchell,” Maverick said charmingly, and yet not in the flirtatious way that Tom would expect the younger version of the man to act around an attractive young lady. “Thank you for taking care of him.”
“Not at all!” Amber said. “The blood work came back clean, tests came back negative, and I’ve just taken his vitals and everything looks great! If you’d like, we can even get his discharge paperwork prepared now that you’re here. We can have him out within the hour.”
“That would be great, thanks,” Maverick said.
Amber nodded, typing a couple more things on the keyboard before sliding it back into whatever hidden space it’d inhabited before she’d entered the room. She then left them alone, shutting the door behind her and all Tom could do was stare at the man standing before him.
While the Maverick Tom was used to wasn’t scrawny by any means of the word, he wasn’t as… solid as the Maverick standing before him was. Gone was the young Maverick that still had some childish roundness and softness in his facial features, replaced by a man with a strong jawline and laugh lines lightly etched into his skin and a compact build that was now filled out and well muscled. Where there was once cocky bravado and a daring sharp smile, there was now a cool casual confidence and an easy smile. Young Maverick was all sharp edges and smirks that guarded his vulnerabilities and insecurities, but Older Maverick was open and calm, his presence soothing rather than prickly and guarded.
“Hello, Ice,” Maverick said softly. “Fancy meeting you here.”
Tom swallowed.
“You know,” the older man said, grabbing a chair and taking a seat. His legs sprawled out in front of him, crossed at the ankle, while he leaned back and eyed Tom curiously. “When I got the call that my husband had been checked in here, I thought that someone had managed to steal his identity since he’s supposed to be in Pearl Harbor attending to his duties as Commander of the Pacific Fleet. So imagine my surprise, when I call my husband and he tells me that he is both there… and here. And that I’d understand when I saw you, and that could I please pick him - and by him he meant you - up?”
Tom swallowed again as Maverick’s eyes seemed to pin him in place.
“I thought that he was running a classified mission up until a few minutes ago. But now… hmmm,” Maverick mused, tilting his head.
Mav flashed a grin and it made something burn low in Tom’s gut. It was the casual confidence that was doing it for him. This Maverick didn’t need to bluster. This Maverick knew exactly what he was capable of and right now he had tone lock on Tom in a way that made him shiver.
“But now what?” he asked, slightly embarrassed at how hoarse he sounded.
“Now some things are starting to make sense,” was all Maverick would say.
All Tom could do was huff. Glad this whole ordeal made sense to someone, because it sure as shit didn’t make sense to him. It appeared that while he may be older, this man was still the little shit he knew back in ‘86.
As promised, Tom was released, given back his personal effects (which included his wallet meaning that was probably how they’d known who he was), and within the hour was being driven “home” by Maverick. Honestly, the nice black Buick surprised Tom. It didn’t seem like a car that ‘86 Maverick would drive, but it was clear from how the seats were already adjusted and the mess of papers and gear in the backseat that it belonged to the man.
It wasn’t until they arrived at a nice beach front property that it really sank in that he - future/other him at any rate in this strange dream world/alternate reality - was supposedly married to Maverick. The three car garage they pulled into had a vintage 1929 Ford Model A up on blocks with parts scattered all around it on the far side clearly undergoing restoration. The middle spot was open and that’s where they pulled in between a shiny gunmetal gray Cadillac with handicap plates, and a familiar Kawasaki motorcycle (though this one looked a little newer than the one Tom had seen Maverick ride back at Top Gun.
“Welcome home,” Maverick said cheerfully as he got out of the car. “You haven’t eaten yet, yeah? I’ll whip us up something.”
Tom had no choice but to follow the man inside, moving from the garage and into the kitchen. Maverick had set down a pan on the stove and was currently digging through a refrigerator that was as sleek and futuristic as everything else he’d seen since waking up in “2016.” What caught Tom’s attention though wasn’t the amazing kitchen with it’s stainless steel appliances and sleek modern look, though. Tom’s gaze was firmly on Maverick’s ass as the man bent over and rummaged through the fridge. The jeans he was wearing framed his backside perfectly. It seemed that even 30 years older, the man still had that nice pert ass.
“Ah ha!” Maverick said triumphantly as he came out with a carton of eggs, a package of bacon and some ziplocks partially full of chopped up ingredients that Tom couldn’t quite make out. “How do omelets, bacon and toast sound? Or I can just make an egg scramble.”
“Omelets are fine,” Tom said, pretending that he hadn’t just been staring at the older man’s ass. “...Didn’t know that you could cook, Mitchell.”
Maverick paused in his movements for a brief second, before flashing Tom a wry smile.
“There’s a lot of things that I can do that you’re unaware of, Ice,” Maverick said with a mischievous smirk and a leer that sparked heat low in his belly and caused a flush to raise to his cheeks.
Rather than push and tease Tom further like his younger self would, this Maverick just winked and turned his attention to cooking, letting Tom stew.
To Tom’s irritation, Maverick was a competent cook. It was all sorts of little things that he noticed while Mav prepared and served their breakfast that sort of hammered it home for Tom that they were supposed to be married. Mav had cooked an omelet and the bacon exactly how he liked it. He hadn’t bothered to ask Tom what he’d like to drink, already knowing that he liked to have a tall glass of orange juice with his breakfast.
After they ate, Pete gave Tom a quick tour around the house and let him wander, answering a few questions Tom had about what he saw. It was a really nice place that Maverick had apparently bought and renovated sometime shortly after Top Gun. It was surprisingly neat and cozy with plenty of plush furniture. But what interested Tom the most were the pictures.
They were everywhere; on walls, tables, bookshelves and one high window ledge that spanned the back of the living room. The subjects in them were of many people Tom knew and a few he didn’t; their Top Gun Class, the Bradshaws (old ones from before Goose died and many of just Mav, Carole and Bradley over the years with the kid getting older in every pic), and Tom’s family. It was strange to see older versions of his five siblings all married (Sara to someone clearly different from the guy he knew her to be currently dating) and with kids (so many nieces and nephews who hadn’t even been born yet!). His parents were old with gray and white hair and his dad appeared to be wheelchair bound in the most “recent” pictures. Maverick was in most of the big family photos too, which would make sense if they were married, but some of the photos looked like they were from the 90s well before gay marriage was apparently legal like it was in 2016 (and wasn’t that a relief to know that his family could accept that he was gay).
What struck Tom as strange, however, were the pictures he was in. Out of all the pictures he could find he was either young (like he was now) and gradually aging, or old with graying blond hair. It was like there was no inbetween. Maverick had clearly aged gracefully (and did not look like he was 54) with no sign of gray in his hair and a body that was amazingly physically fit. The only indication of age on Maverick were the crows feet and minute wrinkles and laugh lines that were beginning to set into his face. He looked like he was still in his late thirties or early 40s at most, not someone twice Tom’s current age. Granted, the Maverick he knew still looked like he was a college student and had looked so unbearably young when Goose had died. Maybe Maverick was just really lucky genetically to perpetually look younger than he really was.
It made Tom wonder what had happened to himself that aged him so suddenly. He knew that he could be a little vain, but… it was just so strange to see a picture of himself in his fifties old and gray standing beside Maverick who looked like he’d only aged a decade instead of three.
Then again… the nurse had mentioned cancer…
“Penny for your thoughts?” Maverick asked.
Tom turned away from a collection of promotion photos for both his future self and Maverick and saw the man leaning casually in the entry between the dining room where Tom was currently snooping and the kitchen where Maverick had been cleaning up their breakfast dishes while Tom looked around on his own. The man was leaning his shoulder against the wall, arms loosely crossed, biceps stretching his plain white T-shirt appealingly across his shoulders. There was a curious tilt to Maverick’s head and a soft smile aimed Tom’s way. Once again Tom marveled just how different this Maverick was from the one he knew. He was used to a Maverick that was constantly moving, fidgeting and felt the need to fill the silence with sound; talking, humming, singing, ect. But this Maverick was calm and seemed content to let silence stretch rather than constantly fill it.
“Ice?”
Tom noted that Maverick's shirt was wet (splashed with water from dishwashing?) and with the way it was tucked into Mav’s jeans the damp material stuck to skin, showing a hint of well toned abdominals. The tease of what lay beneath made Tom’s mouth water…
“Tom?”
Tom blinked, eyes jumping back up to Maverick’s and saw the curl of amusement at the edge of the older man’s lips.
“Like what you see?”
Tom swallowed, brain racing for a retort when Maverick pushed off the wall and stalked forward. His mouth went dry at the purposeful prowl, strides unfaltering and sure as Maverick approached.
Tom had hooked up with a few older men before and considered the experiences more pleasurable than most of his hookups with men his age or younger more often than not. Older Maverick ticked off nearly every box on Tom’s mental checklist of what he looked for when he was scouting a potential hook up.
When Maverick got in close to Tom, just on the edge of his personal space with a salacious smile, he couldn’t help but think that his other self was one lucky bastard.
“I wonder… is it cheating if you’re technically the same person?” Maverick hummed consideringly, head tilted coyly.
Tom licked his lips- nervously? Anxiously? Eagerly? He wasn’t sure. Despite being half a foot shorter, Maverick had always been an attractive individual and had appealed at least aesthetically to Tom, but this older, confident Maverick was something else entirely. Even though Tom was looking down at him and Maverick up, he felt smaller. Like a mouse caught in a snake’s gaze… but oh how he wanted to be devoured.
Maverick’s eyes locked on his lips and his smile widened a fraction like he could read Tom’s thoughts. Then he moved back out of Tom’s space and Tom fought the impulse to yank the man back in.
Fucking tease!
Maverick leaned back against the table they’d had breakfast at not even half an hour ago and pulled out a small rectangular device that lit up at his touch. He tapped at it for a moment before lifting it up to his ear.
A phone?
“Hey, Angel,” Maverick said, not taking his eyes off Tom. “...Yeah, we’re home. …Pardon?” Maverick’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a moment before huffing and held his… phone… thing out to Tom. “He’d like to speak with you.”
Tom frowned, fumbling with the rectangular device for a moment before tentatively holding it up to his ear like Maverick had.
“...Hello?”
“Hello, Tom,” said a slightly deeper version of his own voice with a slight rasp to it in his ear. “Do you know who I am?”
“...I have a feeling that the answer is an older version of myself,” Tom said faintly, wondering just how far this dream was going to go.
He hadn’t even gone out with Slider for drinks yesterday, so this wasn’t the result of a bender. Had he eaten something bad before going to sleep? He’d only picked up a sandwich from Subway for crying out loud! Was their meat off?
“You’re not dreaming,” his other self said, sounding amused.
Shit, had he said that out loud?
The way Maverick snickered told him the answer was yes.
“The fuck is going on?” Tom groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Hold up,” Maverick said, moving to stand at Tom’s side and pulled his hand and the phone away from Tom’s ear. “I want to hear this. I’m putting you on speaker.”
“To be honest, I’m not sure,” older Tom admitted, voice crackling and slightly more distorted as it came out of whatever speakers were on the tiny cordless rectangular device.
“Bullshit,” Maverick huffed.
Tom was inclined to agree.
“I’m not bullshitting you, Pete,” the voice over the phone drawled in amusement. “I have little more idea of what’s happening than my younger self, though I have had 30 years to reflect on this and come up with my own theories.”
“You’ve already been through this,” Tom realized.
“I have.”
“So this isn’t a dream or a different reality…”
“Afraid not.”
“How… long am I here?” Tom asked, hating how small his voice came out.
“Until tomorrow morning. You’ll go to sleep in our time and wake up back in 1986.”
“...What is the point of that?” Tom huffed.
“That… is for you to figure out. I can’t tell you what to do. What you do needs to be your choice and done on your terms.”
“If you’ve already done this before, then why not? Don’t you already know what I’m going to do?” Tom asked, irritated. When did his older self get vague and stopped being direct? If anyone should be able to tell him what happens and how to get the best outcome (if there even was one to his situation) shouldn’t it be himself?
“Because it’s better for you to do something because you want to do it rather than because it’s something expected of you.”
“Meaning that choice is an illusion,” Tom argued, but was surprised to hear his other self sigh with a weary chuckle.
“Not so fun arguing with you is it?” Maverick sassed, looking amused by the whole exchange.
“Shut up, Pete.”
“You’re not here to make me, Babe,” Maverick snickered.
“I can when I get home, brat.”
“And when will that be?”
“Sooner than you think.”
“Still doesn’t put you here at the moment.”
“I technically am, though.”
Maverick raised an eyebrow and leveled a look at Tom.
“What, are you telling me that I can fuck your husband?” Tom huffed, going for joking but the idea was so appealing that he found himself hoping for it.
“I mean, you are technically me, so it wouldn’t be cheating, exactly.”
“Thomas,” Pete hissed.
“You cannot tell me that you didn’t call me for something other than to get permission to fuck my younger self, Pete,” older Tom huffed, sounding amused.
“Fuck you, asshole.”
“No, but I’m sure my younger self is more than willing to take you up on that.”
Tom swallowed, meeting Maverick’s gaze as a heated look was leveled at him. He thinks he knows how he spends this day now. Especially with his older self’s parting words.
“You two have fun now and I’ll see you later, Pete. Be sure to show him a good time.”
“Oh I’ll show him a good time, alright,” Maverick murmured as the call ended and leaned back against the table once more. “So, Ice… What do you wanna do? We have all day apparently. I could show you around the area, tell you more about the future- your future, or…”
Tom didn’t wait for the man to finish that sentence. His future self had implied that he was fine with it and Maverick was clearly interested, so why hold back anymore? He strode right up to Maverick and pulled him into a heated kiss.
Maverick hummed, running a hand through Tom’s hair, grabbing a handful of frosted tipped strands, and tilted his head at an angle that slotted their lips together perfectly. He quickly took charge of the kiss and had Tom panting in seconds. With a sharp grin that sent warning bells ringing in Tom’s head, Maverick forced Tom back and pressed him up against the wall (just missing a collection of pictures) in a display of strength that had Tom hard in seconds.
“Fuck,” he gasped.
“We’ll get to that,” Maverick promised as he slotted a leg between Tom’s and pressed his thigh up against Tom’s clothed dick.
Tom instinctively ground down on it, biting back a moan. It had been a long while since his last hook up and he suddenly felt like a teenager all over again with how his body was reacting.
“Come on, sweetheart. Let me hear you,” Maverick practically purred as he felt Tom up, hands slipping beneath Tom’s simple T and ran along Tom’s ribs, over his belly and up his chest.
Tom shivered, feeling like he was on fire with every touch and kiss as Maverick worked his way up Tom’s neck and along his jaw until he reached Tom’s lips. Tom’s hands automatically came around and settled on Maverick’s pert ass, squeezing with every pinch of Maverick’s fingers and nip of teeth. He ground down against Maverick’s thigh, feeling himself nearing the edge of orgasm when Maverick suddenly stopped and Tom couldn’t stop a whimper from slipping past his lips.
“Shh, I got you, beautiful,” Maverick cooed. “I just thought we should relocate to the bedroom.”
“Fine, just don’t stop ,” Tom moaned, burying his face in the crook of Maverick’s shoulder as he calmed down.
He was not expecting Maverick to literally sweep him off his feet and bridal carry him down the hall towards the master bedroom. It was another strength flex and it made Tom wonder just how strong the Maverick from his time was. Could he lift Tom as easily as this Maverick could? Or was it something he’d worked on over time between then and now?
Tom stared in surprise at the luxurious king size four poster bed Maverick brought him to, the silk sheets and mattress soft like a cloud as he was brought into the room Maverick laid him out gently instead of just dumping him on the bed. Clothes were quickly removed and Tom couldn’t help but stare at sun kissed skin and the firm and well muscled body of Maverick. The definition in those muscles were incredible for someone in their 50s. Future him truly was one lucky bastard if he came home to this most nights. Especially looking as old as he apparently did.
Maverick crawled on top of him, steadily, not rushing, every movement purposeful as he loomed over Tom with a bright smile.
“How do you want it, sweetheart?” the older man crooned, sliding a hand along the outside of Tom’s thigh and up his side.
Tom struggled to form a coherent thought.
When he apparently took too long to respond, Maverick leaned down, kissing the side of his neck just below the ear.
“I could suck you off,” Maverick suggested. “I could ride you. I could let you get your hands on my ass that I know you’ve been staring at since you got here and let you fuck me stupid… Or I could open you up and fuck you until you’re an incoherent mess.”
Tom groaned. He wanted all of those things.
“We have all day, gorgeous,” Maverick murmured, making Tom realize his brain to mouth filter wasn’t working at the moment. “Let me take care of you.”
Tom gave an affirmative sound and nodded, more than happy to take what Maverick was offering.
Maverick kissed him again before sliding down the length of Tom’s body until he was level with Tom’s cock. Tom scrambled to prop himself up on his elbows so that he could look down and watch as Maverick began to mouth at his length. Tom had always known Maverick had a mouth on him, but he quickly learned that Maverick knew how to use it for more than just pissing off superiors and charming women.
Tom fought to remain semi-upright as Maverick lavished his dick with licks and kisses, getting him sloppy and wet before going down on him. The heat of Maverick’s mouth nearly made his eyes roll into the back of his head and Tom couldn’t help reaching out to tangle fingers in Maverick’s hair. He held his hips as still as he could as Maverick sank down, taking more of him in until his nose was against Tom’s pelvis before easing back. The way Maverick swallowed around him and bobbed his head up and down Tom’s cock was quickly bringing him back towards the edge of orgasm again.
Tom was a gasping mess as Maverick continued to give him one of the best BJs he’d ever been on the receiving end of. He struggled to remain in control of himself, the urge to thrust up into that mouth was so strong, until Maverick stopped bobbing his head and remained somewhere halfway down Tom’s dick. Tom keened, unable to stop a frustrated thrust, only to gasp in shock as Maverick allowed it, swallowing around him, with a hand on Tom’s ass, encouraging the movement.
Tom’s restraint snapped at that moment. He fisted the handful of Maverick’s hair he still had and held Maverick there as he fucked up into the older man’s mouth, moans spilling from his lips as Maverick just took it. Did the man have no gag reflex?
Tom quickly spiraled off the edge and came deep down Maverick’s throat a few moments later, panting as he came down from his orgasm.
Maverick suckled and milked him for all he was worth, pulling off of Tom with a lewd pop when he was satisfied that Tom had nothing left to give him.
All Tom could do was stare up at the ceiling in a daze, chest heaving as he tried to calm down from the intensity of the moment. He felt Maverick moving and it wasn’t long before his face hovered over Tom, a pleased smile stretching wet swollen red lips. A hand began to run through Tom’s hair and he felt himself melt at the touch.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Maverick cooed. “So good for me.”
Tom flushed at the tenderness behind the praise. He wasn’t used to this. With how things were in the time he was from, his sexual encounters were fast and hurried; quickies in the stall of bathrooms in dive bars, quick fumblings in shadowed alleyways or backroom closets, or (in a couple of very rare cases) a couple of hours in a stranger’s bed before slipping away to return to base. It wasn’t safe for two men to be seen together in such compromising positions. Especially for those who served in any branch of the armed forces. His sexual experiences were few and far between because of that.
“Shh. I’ve got you,” Maverick cooed, cupping the side of Tom’s face and bringing him in for a kiss, slower than the ones that they had exchanged at the start of this.
Tom could taste himself on Maverick’s tongue and a fresh wave of arousal made his dick twitch, but as young as he was, he couldn’t get hard again that fast. That didn’t stop him from pulling Maverick close, though, his lizard brain going positively floaty at direct contact with all of that nice warm tanned skin against his own.
Maverick hummed, pressing himself along the length of Tom’s body, allowing the younger man to feel the elder’s own hard on against his hip. They just laid there for a few minutes though, exchanging soft lazy kisses and touches as hands wandered. Tom had never done this before. There’d never been time for slow and exploratory with any of his (few) other bedpartners. It was… nice.
Tom’s hands inevitably found Maverick’s ass, enjoying the feeling of the firm globes that seemed made to be held in his palm that nearly spanned an entire cheek. Maverick moaned as Tom squeezed, pushing back into the grip before he pulled away. Tom bit back a protest at the loss of contact and watched as the other man sat up and looked down at Tom with hungry hooded eyes.
“I want you inside me,” Maverick purred.
Tom’s dick twitched with interest. Fuck yes .
“But you’re not quite ready for another round just yet, so…”
Maverick resituated himself, back arching to reach off the bed for the side table. He fumbled around inside a drawer for a moment before pulling out a half full bottle of lube and a roll of condoms. He reclined towards the foot of the bed, making sure he was in full view of Tom before spreading his legs. Tom’s mouth went dry as Maverick slicked up his fingers before reaching down between his legs and began to finger his entrance.
Holy shit!
Tom watched Maverick work himself open, unable to determine if Maverick was just that efficient at opening himself up or if he had already been a little loose before they’d started. Just how prolific was Maverick’s sex life in this time? Did he use toys? Work himself over while on the phone with Tom’s future self? Or were they open in their relationship and Maverick had other partners while his husband was away?
Tom was quick to discard the last thought. If he had managed to bag a catch like Maverick in bed and keep him there, there was no way he would share. The idea that this man would be his…
He was going to make sure that Maverick was his when he got back to his time if this was what he had to look forward to in the future. Sure, the Maverick he knew was currently interested in Charlie if his pursuit of her during their time at Top Gun was anything to go by, but he’d be damned if he let the man get away from him after this.
Tom’s mouth began to water when Maverick was up to three fingers inside himself and slipped in a fourth. Tom was hard again after such a display and was taut as a bowstring, waiting in anticipation to pounce.
“You ready for me, hotshot?” Maverick panted, smirking like he already knew the answer.
“Yes,” Tom rasped, voice deep with want.
“How do you want me?”
“Depends,” Tom said, clearing his throat. “How hard do you want me to fuck you?”
Maverick laughed, head thrown back and exposing the long column of his throat. Tom wanted to mark it up.
“We got all day, sweetheart,” Maverick reminded. “Don’t break me just yet.”
“Then get that ass up here and let me bounce you on my cock while you ride me,” Tom ordered.
Maverick let out another delighted chuckle as he removed his fingers from his hole and crawled back up towards Tom, who’d propped himself up on some pillows while he’d watched Maverick work himself open. Tom took the tube of lube, rolled on a condom and slicked himself up before Maverick straddled Tom’s hips, angling himself into position and they worked together to seat him on Tom’s dick.
Despite all of the prep, Maverick was still a tight squeeze as he slowly lowered himself down. Tom took in deep measured breaths to remain calm and not just buck up into Maverick like he wanted to. The process was slow and deliciously agonizing as Maverick lowered centimeter by centimeter down Tom’s length. When he was finally seated, both of them remained still, adjusting to each other. Tom’s hands were clamped around Maverick’s hips and Maverick’s were currently resting on his thighs as he breathed, trying to remain open and relaxed.
“Fuck, you always reach so deep,” Maverick moaned, shuddering a little as he settled further, Tom feeling himself slide in that little bit deeper. “Much better than some damn toy.”
Well, that confirmed his previous thoughts.
Tom licked his lips as he took in the sight of Maverick speared on his cock. The man’s chest heaved with every breath and a light sheen of sweat made him practically glow in the late morning’s light that shone in through the curtains. His hair was mussed, eyes dark and hooded to the point that there was only a thin ring of bright emerald green shining through, and his lips were still red and puffy from blowing Tom earlier. He looked like a sex god with his physique.
“You’re gorgeous,” Tom breathed, squeezing Maverick’s hips. “So fucking beautiful. How are you real?”
Maverick’s breath hitched, shuddering at the words as he rocked back and started to sway. Tom gasped as the movement shifted his dick inside the other man. He couldn’t help a small thrust up into that tight heat.
“Ice… Tom ,” Maverick choked, rocking with the thrust and began to rise and fall, impaling himself on Tom over and over again.
Tom panted, gripping Maverick’s hips and timed his thrusts, slamming home on each of Maverick’s downward drops. Maverick leaned back, bracing himself on Tom’s thighs as he bounced, changing the angle. The muscles in Maverick’s legs strained and his abdominals flexed as they worked themselves up.
“Come on, Mav,” Tom panted. “Show me whatcha got.”
Maverick’s eyes flashed, a sharp grin that lit a fire in Tom’s belly was the only warning Tom got before the other man arched forward, hands now planted on Tom’s chest as he slammed himself down on Tom’s cock.
Both gasped and moaned as Maverick took the reigns and fucked himself over and over, riding Tom like he was a jockey charging for the finish line.
“Fuck!” Tom groaned, unable to leverage himself properly with Maverick’s new position and could only thrust shallowly as Maverick rode him. All he could do was hang on, sure that he was going to be leaving bruises on the man’s hips.
He didn’t notice at first, but after a moment realized that Maverick started to slow down, his movements becoming less hurried.
“You getting tired, Mav?” he asked.
“Oh no, not at all,” Maverick panted. “Just don’t want it to end so soon. Seems a shame to rush everything when we have nowhere else to be.”
Tom was skeptical at first until he realized that though Maverick had slowed down considerably, his movements were still sure and steady, purposefully consistent and not faltering like someone nearing release. Though his legs were minutely shaking under the strain, Maverick sat back almost regally, baced back once more on Tom’s thighs as he continued to lift and lower himself onto Tom’s cock. It was almost tortuously slow now and had Tom focusing on the slip and slide as he moved in and out of the other. The glide of their sweaty skin as they moved against each other. Despite the slower pace, Tom was still achingly hard as he took in the sight of Maverick working him over.
With the way they were now positioned, Tom was able to sit up, groaning as he went from lying on his back to upright, dizzy with the sudden change of elevation, but he was able to latch his mouth onto the column of Maverick’s throat and kiss the sweat off his skin, licking and nipping his way up to the man’s jaw. Maverick moaned, a hand coming up to direct Tom’s mouth towards his own and kissed him heatedly, continuing to roll his hips. Tom couldn’t thrust properly anymore, so he ground up against that ass, panting against Maverick’s lips as pleasure washed over him.
Tom wasn’t sure how long they remained like that, caught up in the kisses and slow grind, but Maverick’s mouth made it’s way to his ear and whispered, “Ice… fuck me good and hard… please . Fuck me so hard that I’ll feel it for the rest of the day.”
“I can do that,” Tom growled. “I’ll fuck you so hard and good that when the other me gets home you’ll still be so nice and loose that he can just slip right in.”
Maverick’s breath hitched as Tom flipped them so that Maverick was on his back, legs spread wide around Tom’s hips and Tom began to plow into him. This was familiar. He was good at this. It didn’t take him long to find the right angle that had Maverick shouting.
He watched Maverick writhe beneath him, back arching slightly, hands scrambling to find purchase against the sheets as he tried to get enough leverage to meet Tom thrust for thrust. Tom’s body burned and ached pleasantly as he fucked into Maverick’s pliant body. It drove him crazy to see the dazed and euphoric look on the older man’s face, every punched out moan and gasp just feeding the fire roaring through Tom’s veins.
“Ice… Ice… Tom! TOM!” Maverick screamed, arching up against Tom as his orgasm hit him.
Tom just kept on thrusting, fucking the man through his release even after his own orgasm crashed over him moments later, working it out of his system as they both came down from the high.
Tom staggered as he pulled out, collapsing sideways next to the older man, both of them panting deep ragged breaths.
Two orgasms within such a short timeframe left him feeling drained, but he relished the pleasant ache that signified a good fuck.
After they could breathe normally again, Tom felt Maverick move beside him and listened as he fumbled for something. Tom glanced over and saw that the man had a washcloth in hand and was offering it to Tom. Tom was pleasantly surprised to find the washcloth warm and that Maverick was letting him clean up first even though Maverick was arguably worse off with cum splattered all over his stomach and chest and lube oozing out of his loose hole.
Once both were relatively clean, Maverick got the two of them under the sheets and Tom found himself spooned from behind with his back to the older man’s chest. It was… strange. He’d never done this before. Normally at this point he was making his way back to his quarters on base or whatever hotel room he was staying in if he was on vacation. He’d never just… basked in the afterglow after a hookup. And Maverick was being so… tender with him. Tom was tucked in close with his head pillowed on the other man’s bicep while Maverick’s other arm was wrapped around his waist. He didn’t know what to think about it, but having cum twice and now that he was comfortable and warm, Tom found himself drifting to sleep.