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“Shit!”
Maverick dropped the plate he was washing in the sink and darted from the kitchen to their bedroom to find Ice on the floor, top lip curled as his legs stretched out in front of him. He blinked in surprise when he saw Maverick approaching, instantly attempting to use the bed to haul himself back to his feet.
“Let me help,” Maverick coaxed as he ignored Ice’s feeble attempts to push him off.
“M’fine,” Ice growled before accepting Maverick’s support in grasping him by the elbow to help haul him to his feet. Maverick helped set him on the edge of the bed, looking him up and down frantically for any sign of injury.
“What happened?”
Ice shrugged. “Foot slipped is all.”
Maverick didn’t believe him for a minute. Ever since Ice received the news that he was in remission, he started to push himself more and more. That left him struggling more than Maverick cared to see, and although Maverick never wanted to tell him what to do, he certainly couldn’t just leave him to figure things out on his own.
“Let’s get you back up,” Maverick encouraged as he helped haul Ice back to where he was sitting on the bed, panting with the effort. Maverick slid in beside him, trying not to react to seeing just how worn out his husband was. He was still the steadfast man he always knew, even if this past decade hadn’t been kind. “What were you even trying to do? Figure skate?”
Ice shot him a baleful glance. “Figure skate? Really?”
Maverick brushed his shoulder against Ice’s own, pleased at the smile encroaching on Ice’s face. “Got you to smile, didn’t it? I’d say mission accomplished.”
The smile quickly faded as Ice looked aside. Maverick attempted to lower his head to catch his gaze, but Ice was stubbornly looking away. “Talk to me. What is really going on?” Maverick leaned over to Ice and rested his chin atop Ice’s shoulder. “You beat fucking cancer, again! But I know something is bothering you.”
Ice let out a long sigh, and just when Maverick was about to drop it, Ice finally opened his mouth to speak. “It’s just that I thought I would be feeling better is all. If I’m in remission then why am I sill like this? I just want to prove to you, and to everyone else, that I’m still the man I used to be.”
“Of course you are,” Maverick gasped, unable to believe his ears. “You’re the strong man that you’ve always been. Cancer hasn’t taken that away from you.”
Maverick could feel Ice looking at him up and down. Maverick kept himself in impeccable shape through Ice’s entire battle with cancer to make sure that he could carry and help his lover no matter what life threw at them. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by Ice, and now Maverick felt self-conscious. Had Ice noticed how much time he spent at the gym to keep himself in tiptop shape just so that he could care for his husband in his ailing health? He sure hoped not.
“Thanks for your flattery, but even I know that’s not true,” Ice muttered miserably.
Maverick couldn’t stand to see his husband like this. Nothing he did was out of obligation, yet it broke his heart to think for one second that Ice saw himself that way. “You think I’m lying?” Maverick’s voice hardened as he suddenly gripped Ice by the hips and pulled him down, carefully minding how his body slid down on the bed until the back of his head rested on his pillow. Maverick eyed him hungrily, making a show of running his tongue over his lips.
“Maverick,” Ice groaned as he lifted his hands to feebly push Maverick away.
Instead, Maverick grasped Ice by the wrists and pinned his arms above his head. A sound like a growl rolled in the back of Maverick’s throat as he drew over Ice’s body, now straddling him with one leg on either side of his middle. His head crashed down to pull at Ice’s skin lightly between his teeth, taking extra care not to leave any noticeable marks on any exposed areas.
“Maverick,” he all but gasped.
Maverick hushed him with a kiss on the lips, back arching to deepen it. His tongue swirled through Ice’s mouth, detecting the faint hint of coffee mixed with the peppermint of his toothpaste. When Maverick pulled away, he briefly rolled Ice’s bottom lip between his teeth, leaving him with a light tug while Ice couldn’t help but moan at the loss of touch.
“What are you doing?” Ice’s breath came in a slight pant, watching Maverick now sat on his abdomen, gazing down at Ice like he was the most delicious snack he’d ever seen.
Maverick took special care of reaching down to palm Ice’s crotch through his pants, unable to ignore the sudden intake of breath as Ice instinctively pulled away. He looked to Maverick a bit daunted before relaxing back, allowing Maverick’s familiar touch to send every fiber of his being aflame.
“Gonna get hard from just this,” Maverick teased.
“The chemo—“
“I know, I know, it’s been a while,” Maverick soothed, trailing his hand to the center of Ice’s abdomen and pushing lightly before returning to his groin. “Or at least a while since you’ve really enjoyed this.”
Ice glanced down to eye Maverick’s crotch, a frown clear on his face. “I don’t know if I can….” He trailed off, unwilling to say the words out loud.
Maverick lowered down and pressed his lips back to Ice’s. “This is about you, not me. So enjoy.” Maverick reached down at the edge of Ice’s shirt to gradually pull it from Ice’s body. Once again, Ice hesitated, though after some whispered reassurances, he finally lifted his arms even higher to allow Maverick to pull the material free. What he saw took his breath away.
Ice was always magnificent to him and no amount of weight loss or scaring was going to change that. He had a scar over his heart where his Port used to be, as well as several along his throat and lower neck from various biopsies. The most jarring one for Ice was always his tracheotomy scar. He hated seeing it in the morning as it reminded him of what was taken from him and how his voice was forever changed. Maverick took extra care to press a few faint kisses around the edge of his scar, careful not to press to hard and cause a coughing fit.
“M-Mav,” Ice whined as he couldn’t help himself from bucking his hips up towards Maverick’s own groin. The friction caused Maverick to laugh at the man laying so pretty under him, begging him for more. Maverick reached down to rest a hand on the middle of Ice’s abdomen to hold him down. Eyes glowing, Maverick dropped back down and backed off of Ice until he was poised over Ice’s erection, straining against his shorts. “Pete!”
Maverick laughed between kissing at Ice’s erection through the material, tongue trailing just enough to leave damp spots. “Ohh, government name. That can’t be good.”
Ice attempted to sit up only for Maverick to settle him with a hand rested on his chest before crouching back where he was. “I don’t think so. You’re going to let me do all the work and ravish you just like you deserve.”
“Maverick.”
“Ice.” Maverick’s voice dropped an octave in warning. “Let me do this for you, please.”
That was a tone that not even Ice could argue with. He slumped back on the bed, breathing hard as Maverick started to nuzzle at his overly sensitive area. It had been so long since he felt up to anything of this caliber. Maverick was always the one to initiate, though Ice usually fell asleep halfway through. It wasn’t because of Maverick’s skill, as he was quite an experienced lover, but the medicine just made him so drowsy. Now that he was off of it, this was the only thing he wanted.
Ice was so in his own head that he completely missed Maverick pulling off his shorts and boxers, leaving him bare on the bed. Maverick continued to make a mess out of him, tongue swirling against his tip before pressing on the underside of his straining cock. He lapped at the vein that ran from the base to the tip, hands roving around to work his balls between his forefinger and thumb, applying just enough pressure to make Ice whine.
The sound caught in Ice’s throat as he suddenly started to cough. At first it was a light sound, hardly jarring until it felt as though something was lodged in the back of his throat. Maverick was upon him in a moment, releasing Ice’s dick and crawling towards his shoulder.
“Ice,” Maverick fretted, eyes deep pools of concern.
“Stop stopping,” Ice choked out between tired sputters.
Maverick still appeared unsure. However, Ice’s coughing finally started to die down, and it was only then that he crouched back to where he was before and took Ice’s entire length in his mouth. Ice gasped at the feel and warmth, hardly able to stop himself from cumming right there.
“There you go. Just like that.” Maverick’s head bobbed between Ice’s legs, burrowing so deep that he could feel his erection threatening to strike the back of his throat. Saliva pooled in his mouth as he fought to swallow, teeth light grazing the underside of that bulging vein. Ice twisted and bucked against him, longing for him to take more. Maverick slowly drew back until he was just kissing the head.
“Maverick….stop….m’gonna…..”
“Gonna what,” Maverick taunted as he lifted a hand to begin to bump Ice at the base, using swift, even strokes with his hand. The rest he took back into his mouth without hesitation. He prided himself on being an expert on all things Ice, which included everything that turned him on. He had decades to practice and was willing to explore new things to make this pleasurable for his lover.
Ice squirmed as he became overstimulated as Maverick began to pump harder with his hand, sucking and bobbing his head in time with the steady strokes.
“Come on.” Maverick’s voice dripped with sultry. “Show me how much you want it.”
In desperation, Ice reached down and grasped Maverick hard by the hair and pushed him back down to take him fully again. Ice tugged, fingers curled into Maverick’s short hair until he gasped out his organism, spilling into the back of Maverick’s throat while Maverick took him with ease.
Maverick made quick work of sucking Ice dry before trailing his tongue down one final stripe down the underside of Ice’s erection as his cock finally began to soften. Maverick detached with a pop, licking his lips to savor the flavor of Ice as he crawled up to his husband’s exhausted side. He slumped down beside him, sweaty yet content even as it took a minute or so for Ice to come around and crane his neck to look at him.
“Your turn,” Ice rasped as he weakly reached towards Maverick’s crotch.
Maverick easily battered his hand away in favor of wrapping his arm around Ice’s body and held him close. “We can do that later. This was about you.”
“Why?”
“Why?” Maverick angled his neck while tugging lightly on Ice’s chin to keep him engaged. He didn’t hesitate to kiss Ice deeply, not at all offended when Ice hardly kissed him back. His strength was rapidly fading, which was Maverick’s plan all along. It was with a grin of satisfaction as Ice leaned back against his pillow, staring up at the ceiling with his eyelashes beginning to flutter as he fought sleep.
“Why,” Maverick repeated, breath a soft puff against Ice’s jaw. “Because you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and you deserve to be ravished at every possible moment. This is just the tip of what you deserve.”
Ice hummed happily, a genuine smile that Maverick feared he would never see again. Sure, he received tiny smiles or the fake one he showed to doctors and nurses at the hospital. However, a true Iceman smile was few and far between now. Maverick would do anything to coax that smile out of him at every possible moment.
“You know how much I love you, don’t you,” Maverick questioned.
“You tell me everyday.”
“Yeah, but do you truly believe me?”
Ice looked to him once more with moisture misting his eyes. His mouth gaped, yet no words came out. It was as though someone had snuffed his voice in a way that was far different than his voice breaks due to his cancer and surgeries.
Maverick couldn’t stop himself from burrowing his face into Ice’s neck. “I love you, Thomas Kazansky, and I’m going to spend every single day of my life proving that to you. Do you hear me?”
“Yes,” Ice whispered.
Maverick pulled back only enough to readjust himself, plastering himself so close to Ice that it was though they were one. It was nearly impossible to see where one of them ended and another began. Maverick devoured Ice’s scent like the most decadent of desserts. He didn’t know what he would do if this man was no longer at his side. In fact, that was a thought he knew he couldn’t entertain.
“Maverick?”
Maverick was so caught up in his own bliss that he hardly heard Ice’s soft murmur. “Yes,” Maverick mumbled against Ice’s skin.
“Can you promise me something?”
“Promise you something? Yeah, anything.”
Ice took a few hearty swallows before he seemed to trust his voice enough to start speaking. “You need to promise me that if anything happens to me that you need to keep on living.”
“Ice—“
“Promise me, Maverick.” Ice’s voice began to falter as he coughed feebly off into his shoulder. He roved his head back to face Maverick, acceptance in his eyes. “I need you to promise me that if something happens to me that you will keep on living. Rooster needs you.”
“But, I need you,” Maverick croaked.
It was Ice’s turn to press a light kiss on Maverick’s forehead, a tender smile spreading across his face. “I’m not going anywhere right now. I just need you to promise me that, please, Maverick.”
Knowing that Ice wasn’t about to let this go anytime soon, Maverick managed a timid nod. “Fine, fine, I promise. But if you die and leave me here….I’ll kill you.”
“That doesn’t even make any sense.”
Maverick silenced him with another deep kiss before falling back lightly in his spot like two puzzle pieces laying on the bed. Although Ice’s breath began to slow as he seemed to fade into sleep, Maverick couldn’t bring himself to feel the same way. He kept his eyes trained on Ice, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. Logically he knew that he wasn’t going anywhere, at least not yet. Still, he couldn’t calm him own wayward thoughts now that Ice had planted that seed of doubt unknowingly in his head.
Maverick didn’t care what Ice said; he wasn’t going anywhere, not while Maverick was still alive.
If only that could’ve been true.