Pairing: Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth) x Civilian!Reader
Characters: Civilian!Reader, Charlotte “Charlie” Blackwood, Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth), Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, Ron “Slider” Kerner, Rick “Hollywood” Neven, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell (briefly mentioned), Jake the ex-boyfriend (briefly mentioned)
Warnings: Wolfman is adorable (and horny), but so is the reader, the reader and Charlie as besties are a great and terrifying duo, Goose is a little shit, Iceman and Slider are a chaotic duo with a great psychic link, Hollywood and Wolfman bringing back their classic quote, honestly this is crazy but in a good way
Word Count: 2,882
A/N: Reader’s “Name” is darlin’ and reader says Charls as sh-are-els
... Last night during my Top Gun searchin’ adventure, I’ve found some information that leads me to believe I’ve been duped. Apparently, Wolfman’s name in the movie was Henry Ruth but everywhere else you look you find Leonard Wolfe. I don’t know what to believe but I’m putting both names for the pairing but using Leonard for fics and we’re moving on
*Also, y’all are so sweet! We just went from 581 to 700 yesterday, I feel like it might be a glitch, but it doesn’t seem like it so we’re celebrating!
You look over at Charlotte with furrowed brows at the outlandish idea. “Out where? Anywhere we go you’ll be hit on and I just- I don’t want to go out.”
She sticks her bottom lip out making you feel bad. “Please?”
“No, Charls.” You look down at your outfit (if you could even call it that. Pajamas and a baggy shirt don’t normally do well for a night of drinking), “plus I’m not even ready and it’s too late.”
She lifts your watch, pulling it close to dramatize. “We have plenty of time to get ready and have a girl’s night. No guys. No talking or spending the night with anyone. Just us two.” She sees the hesitation spreading across your face. “Please? Darlin, we haven’t been out together in so long. I miss it.”
“I miss it too, babes but it’s- I-” You stupidly look back at her and throw your head back, sliding off the couch, letting out a quiet whine. “I hate you.”
She lets out a victory laugh. “Oh, you have no idea how happy you’ve made me,” she practically crawls across the couch, wrapping her arms around your shoulders, pulling you back.
A slow chuckle escapes you. “Yeah, yeah. I’m amazing. I know.”
“Are you sure you haven’t been to base? You’re starting to sound an awful lot like them.”
“Oh,” you shove her off you. “Bite me, Charls.” You push yourself off the floor and walk down the hallway, entering your room.
“You even have their lame retorts too!”
“Suck a dick!”
“That’s better. They definitely wouldn’t say that.” She exits the living room, wandering towards the “guest” room even though you consider it her room since she uses it more than you do. She’s claimed the closet and dresser as hers, the math adds up, but she doesn’t want to hear it.
The two of you laugh as you work on getting ready for your girls’ night.
-
“Are you done yet, Darlin’?”
You put the cap back into your lipstick, “could you give me a minute? Geez, you’re worse than Jake.”
Your bedroom door opens, the clacking of her heels against the hardwood floor tells you she’s getting closer.
“How are you doing today? I wanted to ask earlier but I didn’t want to make you sad.”
You shrug, chucking your lipstick into your purse before checking your teeth making sure there are no marks. “I mean, it’s whatever. We weren’t going anywhere, it’s better to break it off now than wait until we were married or something.”
She nods, “that’s true but it doesn’t mean you’re going to be magically healed. You still have to grieve even if you aren’t affected by it.”
You rest your hands against the countertop, closing your eyes. “You’re right but,” a heavy sigh slips through your parted lips. “I just- I don’t want it to seem like I’m moving on to fast.” You turn around, leaning against the sink, “I don’t want it to seem like I’m moving on too soon.”
“It’s been six months since the breakup,” she points out. “Plus, he has a new girlfriend.”
“That’s true.”
“Come on. You deserve to have fun and let loose.” She stands beside you, nudging your arm with her elbow. “It’s time you leave this place and make some friends. Maybe even wake up in some stranger’s bed.”
You scoff, pushing yourself off the counter. “Oh my God. Charlotte Blackwood.”
She cackles, “don’t use my full name. I didn’t do nothing wrong.”
“You’re using your other head and you know it.”
Charlotte gasps, “how dare you! I’m doing no such thing.”
You hum, “and if that was the case you wouldn’t have slept with one of your students.”
“Sometimes I regret telling you everything.”
“But if you didn’t, life would be boring.”
“If that’s what you think.” The smile slips from your lips.
“No, no. Don’t start thinking now. We’re gonna finished getting you dolled up and then we’re gonna have a couple of drinks before we go to the nearest fast-food place and order too much so the employees can judge use at two in the morning.”
You shake your head and arms, getting rid of your nerves. “Okay,” you grab your purse. “We gotta leave now before I lose my cool.”
“They won’t know what hit them when we get there.”
“Sure. Yeah.”
“Oh no,” she shakes her head, pulling your arm. “We’re leaving and we’re leaving now.”
-
Charlotte walks through the doors and turns her head with a smile on her face, expecting to see you there only to see the bar. She sighs, turning around to grab you and haul you inside. “We’re having a girl’s night which means more than one female or else it’d be a sad night.”
“You’d find someone else to be your bed buddy.”
“If you continue to imply that I’m a whore...”
A smirk tugs at the corner of your mouth, “you’ll do what?”
She doesn’t respond and rushes towards the bar.
You follow after her with a little pep in your step.
Neither of you say anything after ordering your drinks.
-
Ron taps Tom’s shoulder, pointing over towards the two of you. “Hey, isn’t that Charlie?”
The man turns and a smirk slowly appears across his lips. “Why, Ron, I do believe it is.”
“Should we?”
“You mean, should we talk to the instructor that hothead Maverick decides to sleep with and break it off before things could get serious?”
“We are, aren’t we.”
“This is why you’re my RIO.” Tom walks ahead while Ron shakes his head, slightly wishing he never said anything but then thinks about what Pete’s reaction would be and all sensible thinking is thrown out the window.
He grabs Leonard and Rick by the back of their necks which intrigues Nick causing him to follow.
-
“Hello,” the one with frosted tips starts.
“If we knew all the instructors were this pretty, we would have tried harder to get in,” the one with the cowboy hat says.
You glance over to Charlie, who lowers her head. You want to ask her what’s wrong until you realize who they are. “Oh.”
She turns her head, forehead still resting on her arm. “You see what I’m dealing with.”
You chuckle, “oh, yeah.”
The one with the mustache busts through the line of guys. “Charles. Charlie. The Charmer. The C-dog beneath Mave’s wings, how are you?”
You cover your mouth to hide your snickers.
He turns towards you, “you like that, huh?”
“God, no.” You shake your head, “that was terrible, but you were so confident while doing it.”
He rubs the back of his neck, “uh- thanks. I think?”
“You have a wife, Mother Goose. Move it,” the tall one next to frosted tips sneers at him.
Mother Goose puffs out his chest, “don’t you talk about her, Slippery Slide.”
You stare at the two with your jaw close to the ground. “You’re married?” Your head snaps towards Charlotte’s. “He’s married.”
She nods, “I’m afraid so. Oh, and they have a child.”
“Well, bless their hearts.”
“We’ve never met before, but I find that to be very rude.”
“If you heard the way you talked out loud, you’d be thinking the same as me.”
The others chuckle.
“But,” you draw out. “You pull it off well so, I can see why you’re lucky to call yourself a married man.”
A boyish grins tugs at his lips, “thank you, miss.”
You pull Charlotte along with you towards a table, wanting to get away from the guys before they try to see either of you without any clothes on.
If only the drinking gods were listening.
-
Mother Goose shoves the one in the hat, who then trips over people’s feet; his arms flailing in the air as he tries to balance himself only to fail and fall at your feet.
He reaches up making sure his hats still on his head (it is). His eyes stop on a pair of decently worn-out sneakers, his eyes keep moving up until he spots your tilted head.
He swears you’re an angel sent to him and it’s only because of his lucky (and only) hat.
There’s a pretty smile dancing across your lips as you put your hand out to help him up.
The dopey expression on his face makes the others shake their heads.
“I told you to watch your step.”
You turn to look at him. “Mother Goose, was it?”
He shakes his head, “just Goose.”
He smiles, acting like he didn’t do anything wrong.
“Got it,” you nod, pretending to that correction into consideration. “Listen here, shit head Goose-”
He stares at you offended at your “nickname” for him with one hand on his chest, mouth agape.
“You should learn to not be mean and trip your fellow classmates. These guys here are the ones that watch your back. Pilot, RIO, WSO, whatever your title and/ or occupation may be because one day you’re gonna prank the wrong person and then you’ll be screwed.”
“Rude,” he mutters.
“Am I wrong?”
He hesitates to answer. “No.”
“Exactly.”
-
Leonard leans over to Rick, “I think I’m getting a hard-on.”
His buddy scoffs, jerk his arm with his elbow, “don’t tease me.”
-
“I have to go make a call.”
“Bye bye, Goose!” You shout, waving your arm erratically like an insane person. Nick smiles and returns the wave.
“Bye, mean, crazy lady!”
Charlotte bumps your arm, staring at you with a raised brow.
You give her a smile in return.
She shakes her head. This is exactly why she never brought you to base.
-
“What now?” Rick asks Leonard with an annoyed tone.
“I will give you a crinkly, crisp ten-dollar bill, if you get the slippery combo out of here.”
“Sixty and we’ll leave the bar.”
“Why are you ruining my chances at finding love? Be honest with me. What did I do to you?”
His buddy rolls his eyes, “if I’m taking muscles and frosted tips with me, I’m gonna need something to pay off the tab you created.”
He sighs, “alright, fine.” He slaps the cash into Rick’s hand.
“Run along now.”
The man with the cash walks behind the two, pulling them over to the side. “Follow me if you want to save yourself.”
Tom and Ron give each other a questioning look; they look back to see Wolfman trying to use his classic go to moves, they follow Hollywood without any more convincing.
-
“So,” he starts off. “Would you like to have babies sometime?”
Yours and Charlotte’s widen, she snorts her drink out her nose and leaves to clean herself up in the restroom while you pat your chest and cough.
Your throats a little scratchy from the saliva and spontaneous coughing fit. You take a sip of your drink. “What?”
He winces, lowering his hat. “Sorry, I was uh- I was trying to say something nice but then I- well, I said that. If you want to leave, I wouldn’t blame you.”
Once you manage to catch your breath, the corner of your lips tugs upwards. “I think I’d rather stay here and talk to you. You can certainly keep a girl on her toes.”
He lifts his hat off his brow, staring at you through his lashes. “Well, if that’s what you want, I’d be happy to make that happen.”
You lean closer, “let’s get a booth.”
He nods, “okay.”
You two spend the rest of the night talking, sadly leaving Charlotte alone but luckily, she was able to talk to the other guys who made their way to you two earlier.
-
She glances over at you, happy to see you finally enjoying yourself even if it is with one of her students.
She may not approve of his language at times, more so one specific comment but still happy that you’ve found yourself someone who can make you smile and give you more Jake ever did.
She realizes now you have a legit excuse to come to base. This isn’t going to be good for her.
Tom chuckles, seemingly realizing what’s going on in the instructor’s head.
“Don’t say anything.”
“I won’t,” he says in between his breathless chuckles. “You can count on that.”
“Oh God,” Rick adds.
Ron furrows his brows, “what’s wrong with you?”
“That horny knuckle head just got himself a girl. I’m never gonna hear the end of it.”
The two friends chuckle at the twos expense.
“Ah, but just think Hollywood,” Ron starts. “If he annoys you, you can send him to her so she can deal with it.”
“Unless she’s not home,” Charlotte adds. “I’ve been trying to get her out of the house for the past few months and today was success.”
“Break up?” asks Tom.
The instructor narrows her eyes at him, confused at his sudden interest in potential gossip. “Why do you want to know?”
He shrugs, pretending to be innocent. “I- he’s- I gotta know what’s going on with my fellow classmates when we’re in the air,” he sputters to say, being quick on his feet.
“Mm-hmm. It was a mutual break up, if you must know.”
-
“What made you want to come out here tonight… you know now that I think about it. I still haven’t asked you for your name.”
He opens his mouth to respond when you place your finger over his lips, shutting him up for a second.
“And don’t say your call sign. I want to know your real name first at least.”
He nods, removing your hand. “Leonard, the name’s Leonard Wolfe and you better remember it, darlin’. My call sign’s Wolfman.”
“How’d you know my nickname?”
“What?”
“My nickname. You- did you seriously not know?” You ask with a giggle.
“You’re joking.”
“No, it’s practically my name at this point but that’s my nickname. I’ve had it since I was a little girl.”
He sets his arm on the back of the booth behind you, scooting closer. “Well then, I’d say it’s a good thing that I met you.”
“Someone’s cocky.”
“It’s all part of my charm.”
You fix his crooked collar. “I see and,” your look into his eyes, distracting him. “If either one of us, no one in particular, wants to continue this. Does that mean this… so called charm is code for your cocky all the time?”
“I am offended at that-”
It’s a blur.
Once his vision clears and he sees what you’ve done. He raises a brow, “you realize what that means right?”
You lean in, staring at his lips for a little too long (and a little too obviously). “Do you realize what this means?”
His brows knit together in confusion, “now I’m confused.”
“Well, let me clear this up for you. I’m wearing your hat.”
He nods.
“I plan on seeing you again. We’ll go back to your place because- well, I’m not talking to Charls about this tonight. And I wanted to see how cute I’d look in this.”
He focuses on that for a moment, the hand on the back of the booth cups your cheek, his breath fans against your ear. “You’d look better if you had nothing on except for my hat.”
Before you can respond he’s on you faster than a surfer trying to catch a wave.
A muffled surprised yelp escapes you until you two slowly get in the groove with kissing one another.
The whistling and hollering breaks you two out of it.
He sighs, glancing over his shoulder at the assholes who’ve ruined his night.
Charlotte shakes her head at you.
He throws his head back, resting against the seat of the booth.
“Did you drive here?”
“Yeah.”
“You want to head out and grab something to eat?”
“You really are an angel, Darlin’.”
“You’re just saying that.”
He shakes his head, “believe me when I say it. You are an angel and I’m taking you out tonight and the next night then the night after that.”
“So, you’ll be keeping me out past my bedtime.”
“You won’t be getting much sleep in the first place.” He slips out of the booth, yanking you with him.
“Woah! Slow down there, Dogboy.”
“We’ve got places to go and beds to not sleep in. There is no rest!”
You throw your head back and laugh. “Oh, wait- wait!”
“What?”
“Just give me one second.” You turn and wave your arm like a crazy woman, “bye, Charls!”
-
She scrunches her neck, not looking up from the table.
“You should say by to your friend before she gets the whole bar involved,” Tom advises.
“Shut up.”
Nick takes the initiative and waves with the same enthusiasm. “Bye, mean lady!”
“Bye Mother Goose!”
“Damn,” he mumbles.
“Bye, She wolf!” Ron, Rick, and Tim wave at you.
-
That happy smile doesn’t slip from your lips as you two exit the bar.
“Aw.”
“What’s wrong?” Leonard asks you.
“I was expecting your ride to be a horse,” you joke.
He growls, pulling you closer by your waist. “You keep joking like that and I’ll give you something ride.”
You peck his lips with a happy smile dancing across your lips, “keep that promise for later. I’m famished.”
Note: I know his name is technically Henry Ruth, but I refuse to recognize him as anything but Leonard Wolfe.
a - asking ( who’s the first person to confess and how does it happen ? )
Leonard accidentally confesses. it’s not that he doesn’t want you to know but it just sort of slipped out. He was watching you while you conversed with Maverick and he heard your laugh and it just happened. And then he immediately was stuttering — a rare occurrence for him— over words to ask you on a date.
b - butterflies ( how they act when they get nervous )
He plays with his fingers. or he’ll twirl his hat around in his hands. He has to have something in his hands to fiddle with. Sometimes he barely speaks above a whisper and his accent is a lot more prominent.
c- cuddles (What is their favorite cuddling position? Do they like physical touch?)
He enjoys being the big spoon if that’s what gives you comfort. That’s all he cares about at the end of the day. Whatever makes his partner happy is what he likes. Although, after particularly rough days of training or work in general, he wants to be the little spoon.
He *loves* physical touch, he always has a hand on you if possible. He likes the way that you ground him, and if he’s honest he just really likes to show others you’re his.
d- domesticity (Are they the type to settle down with you? Are they willing to help with chores? What is your daily routine with them?)
Leo wants nothing more than to settle down, besides being a naval aviator there was nothing he wanted more than to have a family. He loves helping around the house, and although he hates doing dishes and laundry, he’ll do it if it’s your least favorite too, and really he’ll do any of the chores you don’t want to do. It’s just the ranch boy in him, everyone has to do their part to make sure it all runs smoothly – even if there’s no ranch.
he‘s known to wake you up gently before going to work, he just wants to be able to tell you goodbye. So there’s always a forehead kiss and tucking you back in before he leaves. And its almost routine that when he gets home from work the first thing he does is find you so he can hug you and give you a hello kiss and then it’s off to shower for him – he started skipping them at the base most days, simply because he misses you.
e- encouragement (Do they encourage you to achieve your goals? If so, how do they support you?)
Leo wants nothing more than for you to succeed. He’ll take on all of the household things if they’re interfering with your goals. You’ve supported him through his, no matter what, and he wants to make sure you feel equally able to achieve all that you’ve wanted.
f- favorite thing(s) about you (What are their favorite personality traits/physical features about you?)
He adores your ability to talk (and listen) to those who approach you. He thinks that speaks volumes about who you are as a person. He adores your smile and he’ll do absolutely anything to make sure he gets to see it every day.
g- goofiness (Do they like to make you laugh? How often do they joke around with you?)
Leo is a jokester. It’s something he does well, and he’s known to make witty remarks in your ear when possible. He just wants to hear you laugh. Every time he does, his body feels with pride.
h- honesty (Would they lie to you? How much do they share with you?)
Honesty is the best policy. That’s what his mama used to tell him and still does. He typically does his best to tell you the whole truth and nothing but the truth, unless it would upset or worry you. Leo makes sure that he still tells the truth, but if there were things left out? You’re none the wiser.
i- impression (What was their first impression of you? Was it positive or negative?)
He thought you hung the moon. The first time he saw you he knew he was in trouble, there was no denying the gravitational pull you had on him. He was drawn to you and he knew at that moment at the O Club that his heart was off the market. And that was before he had even spoken to you. Once he spoke to you? The cowboy was long gone, lost in your eyes and the way your face lit up when he responded to you.
j- jealousy (Are they the type of person to get jealous? If so, how do they react to being jealous?)
He tries his best to not be, but sometimes that green monster creeps up in his stomach if someone gets too close or touches you. But, he looks good in green and he knows it. When it gets too much, he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him – but he doesn’t end whatever conversation you’re having unless the other person has pushed it too far.
k- kissing (Where do they like to kiss you? How frequently do they like to kiss?)
Leo adores kissing you. Anywhere he’s able to kiss, he is. His favorite places would have to be your cheeks, neck, forehead, nose, wrists, and knuckles. BUT, nothing is as nice as being able to kiss you on the lips. He typically likes to give you soft pecks and keeps doing it until you’re laughing. He really will kiss you all the time if he was able to. But, since he can’t, he keeps it to a minimum in public but once you’re home? It’s every time he’s in the same room as you.
l- love language (What's their love language?)
Physical Touch and quality time. He loves being able to feel you, it lets him know you’re safe and with him. It’s grounding for him and keeps his nerves down. With his job, he’s away a lot and he feels guilty for being that way. Even if you tell him its all okay and that you don’t mind, he still feels bad. So, anytime he’s stateside he likes to be able to just relax with you. Every time he gets back from a deployment or training, he needs at least a whole day where it’s just you two.
m- marriage (Do they want to marry you eventually? Who proposes to who?)
He knew it from the second he talked to you for the first time. Call him cheesy but it was really love at first sight. Of course, there’s always the fear that he’ll leave you all alone one day, but he’d rather have been your husband than just your boyfriend. He grew up in a household with two parents who were madly in love and that’s something he aspired to have.
He proposes, with his mom’s ring. It’s tradition and truly, he couldn’t imagine it any other way. Most likely he gets too excited to actually get to the big plan he had for how he was going to do it, and he ends up proposing at home, with just the two of you after dinner ( which he cooked ), while you’re laying on his chest, and he’s just filled with so much love and admiration for you that it slips out. Much like how he admitted his feelings for you years before.
n- nicknames (What do they call you? What do you call them?)
He calls you darlin’, sunshine, my love, sunflower, and of course baby, babe, and doll.
You call him cowboy, flyboy, wolfie, baby, babe, and Leo.
o- openness (How much do they tell you about themselves? Do they reveal everything at once or gradually throughout the relationship?)
He’s an open book. Leo does not hide a single thing about his childhood and past from you.
p- PDA (Are they affectionate in public or do they prefer to keep your kisses behind closed doors? Are they the type to brag about their SO?)
PDA is no rarity for you two. He loves people knowing you’re his, he’s so proud that you wanted him. He brags about you to anyone that’ll listen. Leo is incredibly proud of you and he always will be. He just wants everyone else to know how amazing you are and that you’re smart, kind, and perfect.
q- quality time (how do they like to spend time with you?)
He likes to cook with you, and lay around with you. He enjoys the mornings when he doesn’t have to get up for work early and neither do you; so you’re able to lie in bed and just talk as long as you can. He just loves to listen to you and play with your fingers. He finds peace and safety with you.
r- romance (Are they the romantic type? If so, how do they express their feelings?)
He’s a hopeless romantic, something he picked up from watching his parents. He’ll tell you how he feels about you all of the time and brings home little things that reminded him of you. He’ll bring your favorite flowers or snacks home at least once a week. He also leaves little love notes throughout your house for you to find.
s- security (How protective are they of you? If they are, how do they show this?)
He is very protective of you. Leo knows you can hold your own, but sometimes he steps in. Especially if someone cannot get the hint. There’s typically a hand of his to be found on your waist, back, or in your pocket.
t- turn-offs (What traits do they find unattractive?)
Being rude to people for no reason. Sure, sometimes it can be warranted, but to be rude to a waitress, waiter, or worker? Leo won’t stand for that. He also hates if someone is rude to his friends to make too many jokes that it gets to the point that the person isn’t joking around but being mean.
u- understanding (Are they good at sympathizing with your problems? Do they listen to you when you need to rant?)
He does his best to sympathize. If Leo is anything it’s a good listener, he knows whatit’ss like to have people wave you off or not want to listen. He would never want you to feel as if he doesn’t care or isn’t listening. Even if he doesn’t understand what you’re ranting about, he will be the most attentive person.
v- value (What do they value most about your relationship?)
The no judgment from either of you. He values the fact that your relationship is so open and that you both can say whatever you feel about something and if there is a problem, you’re both willing to talk to solve it.
w- wild card (A random headcanon about your relationship)
He loves when you steal any of his clothes. It makes him happy to see you lounging around in his shirts, sweatshirts, whatever. His absolute favorite is one of his Longhorn hoodies or a navy sweatshirt. Sometimes he even lays out shirts for you in case you want/need one. He keeps a polaroid of the two of you on his person at all times, one in his wallet and one inflight suit.
x- x-ray (How well are they able to read you?)
He can read you as easily as a picture book. If there is something Leonard Wolfe has down pat? It’s you. And he prides himself on knowing every tell no matter how small it may be.
y- yearning (How well do they cope when their SO isn't with them?)
Leo is a clingy guy, truth be told. But, he’s also used to being away. He does have to combat some of the dread of being away and not being able to hold you on tough days. So, as usual, he keeps polaroids of you with him at all times, and his bunk has pictures of you scattered around. He even found a place that made custom dog tags and had some made with your name on them to keep in his bunk. He stole a blanket from home that he had sprayed the fragrance you used the most on it to sleep with.
z- zappy (Are they fast-paced in a relationship? Or do they like to take things slow?)
He tried to go slow, he really did. But Leo just loves(d) you so much that he couldn’t wait. He felt the need to give you his last name, or hyphenate his own almost immediately and really no one blamed him. How could they? He is in the military.
So, on Wolfman's Wiki page and on AO3 it's "Leonard Wolfe" and on his and Hollywood's plane in the movie it's "Henry Ruth". Not to mention, in the Top Gun Script his name is "Henry Ruth". So, what's the deal?????
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you weren’t sure who had exactly started this game, but it seemed as though there was no end in sight, unless one of you folded. and both you and leo were far too stubborn to ever do so, which meant this was going to trail on for awhile.
you do, however, remember when you had vowed to get back at him. it was early morning, the sun barely peaking over the horizon and leo was tucked under the blankets, shouldered between your thighs as he pleasured you with his mouth. you were right on the cusp of coming, until a heavy knock sounded from the front door and the distinct voice of hollywood shouting for leo to get up.
the man between your legs had completely forgotten about you, rushing around the bedroom to find his service khakis. and once he was dressed, he kissed you goodbye -- lips still wet, before darting out of the house.
you fell back against the pillows with heavy sigh, and teetering orgasm left to slowly dissipate or take care of yourself. and you do, coming a few minutes later with an almost disappointed look on your face before rolling over and going back to sleep with a slight anger towards your boyfriend.
so the next time when you’re going down on him, part of you wants to pull back -- give him a taste of how you felt after he had practically run out on you. however, a small part of you doesn’t want to, as he looks so pretty with his eyes screwed shut and whimpers falling from his parted lips. but you eventually do, pulling back just as he’s about to come, and wiping your lips with the back of your hand.
“w-what?” leo whimpers, eyes shooting open to see why you had stopped -- especially when he was so close. only, you shrug and start to climb off the bed before he’s scrambling after you, “where are you going?”
“i forgot that i had to meet up with some friends. i’m going to be late.” you state, turning away to avoid the grief stricken look on his face as you get dressed. after pulling on your shoes, you walk over, press a soft kiss to his lips before heading out of the house. leaving leo still confused and stranded in the bed.
from there, it had turned into a game almost -- trying to see if the other could get the other to crack. and by the end of the week, there was so much pent up tension between the two of you, that it was starting to gain attention from the rest of your friend group.
hollywood nudged his rio, eyeing him cautiously as he tight gripped his drink, "you alright, wolf?" the other man only offered him a tight lipped smile in return, before his focus swung back in your direction. hollywood, being ever observant of his rio and his emotions, following his gaze across the bar to where you were seated next to one of your friends. then it hit him.
"the two of you playing a little game or something? cause if so, just forget about it and fuck each other for christ's sake." hollywood states, patting him on the shoulder before heading over to the bar to get another drink for himself.
wolf turned the words over in his head, before downing the rest of his drink and making his way over to where you sat. the second he was in reaching distance, his hand wrapped around your bicep, gaining your attention before dropping his lips to the shell of your ear, "wanna get out of here?"
there's a flicker of something in your eyes, but you nod, waving goodbye to your friends before following wolf out of the bar and turns the car. not at all caring that the two of you had only been there for a couple of hours.
the ride home was short, neither of you being able to fully keep your hands to yourself. until the two of you were settled up in your bedroom with a trail of clothes leading the way.
your hands pressed against his chest, giving you enough leverage as you sank down onto his cock. leo's head tossed back against the pillows, moan slipping from his lips until you were fully seated against his hips.
hands gripped you roughly at the hips, before fucking up into with vigor. the seemingly long cord that had been wound up inside the both of you had snapped. and leo wasn’t wasting any time in bringing the both of you to completion -- as this was something you both needed.
you clung to him, bearing down to met him on each of his thrusts. driving him deeper to press against the sweet spot that had you seeing stars. and given there had been a large build up with orgasms already teetering on the edge, it didn’t take long to drop over the edge and let both of your orgasms wash over you.
you collapsed against his chest, heavy breathing as leo nuzzled into your neck with a hefty laugh, “god, let’s not do that again...” he states, followed by an noise of agreement as you lean up to press a kiss to his lips.
Wolfman(to Maverick): You and Ice have sure been together a long time.
Maverick: Indeed we have.
Wolfman: And what, pray tell, is your secret?
Maverick: Well, when we decided to move in together, I told him that I would make all the hard decisions, and he could make all the easy ones. And I’ll tell ya somethin’….all these years, and we haven’t had one hard decision yet.
