Summary: The only reason that Jake tenses up when Bradley kisses his neck is because he was taken by surprise, and there is absolutely no other reason.
Warnings: mentions of sex, crude language
AN: was inspired by @amazingmsme and their Top Gun anon lately, and, having seen TG:M like a dozen times, felt like I should come write something
The room was so warm that Rooster nearly felt like he was suffocating, the stifling heat of what they spent the last hour doing mixing with the burning of Jake’s body heat. Rooster had thought the hate sex was good, but this? This was ineffable.
He laughs to himself, thinking about the stupid ass SAT word he had learned more than a decade earlier now. Ineffable, a word to describe the indescribable? Isn’t that a bit paradoxical?
“Roos?” Hangman mumbles, eyes opening. He had been blinking a little longer every minute or so, a sign Rooster had become familiar with, signalling that his boyfriend was on his way out.
“Don’t worry,” Rooster whispers back, his head craning slightly so he can put his lips to Jake’s neck. “It was nothing.”
Jake tenses up, a hot puff of air quickly leaving his nose, cheeks dusting the slightest of pinks.
“What was that?” Bradley says quietly, leaning his head so he can catch Jake’s expression.
“Oh,” Bradley says before returning his lips to Jake’s neck. Jake tenses again, and he can almost sense the confused puppy look on Bradley’s face.
“My eyes are closed!” He argues, “you surprised me again!”
“Surprised you? Jake, I just had my dick in you, this is the surprise?”
Jake’s cheek flush a bright red this time, and he laughs. “Not cool, Rooster, low-hanging fruit and all.”
“I wouldn’t say they were low-hanging-”
“Bradley!”
Rooster laughs, hearty and full, before bringing himself back down to lay his head on Jake’s chest.
“I’m gonna kiss you now, Jake.”
“Nope!” Jake’s hands shoot up, and he struggles to push Bradley’s head away from his neck, even with both hands.
“I knew it!” Bradley’s hands are suddenly on Jake’s sides, sending the blonde into a fit of pitched giggles that are completely uncharacteristic compared to his usual pompousness.
“Roos, it tihihickles!” Jake screams, hands scrabbling to choose between pushing Bradley’s head away, where his teeth are nibbling at his collarbones, or push away his hands, which are growing dangerously close to his ribs.
“That’s the point, Jake,” Rooster returns, smiling far too fondly down at Jake for the blonde’s liking.
“Sohohorry! Plehehease! Mehehercy!” Hangman yells the closer he feels the hands roam towards his ribs. He feels Bradley laugh against his neck, warm breath adding to the warmth of his face.
“What are you even apologizing for?” Bradley giggles. His laughter is soon overshadowed by a noise he could only ever describe as shrieking, though Jake would deny it to his dying day.
“NOHO! BRAHAHADLEY! FUHUHUCK OHOHOFF!” Bradley’s right hand reaches that spot right at the top of Jake’s ribcage and Jake absolutely loses it. He thrashes enough that they end up flipped, Jake huffing on top of Bradley, loose giggles still escaping. “You’re terrible.”
“Oh, you know you love me.” Bradley leans up just enough to kiss Jake’s nose, not at all helping his blush fade.
“I’d bet you’re just as bad,” Jake huffs, “or even worse. I bet you’re even worse, you big baby.”
“Not even close, baby.”
“Well,” Jake has a smirk on his face that sends a chill down Bradley’s spine, “good thing Mav’s downstairs and Phoenix is just a call away.”
With that, Jake is dashing down the stairs, grabbing a shirt off the floor while he runs to find Maverick. Bradley knows that Jake’ll find out sooner or later, but he can’t help but chase after him anyways.
