A night of unfortunate events
submitted by @topgunruinedme
It started off as an early Saturday, they both had the day off surprisingly. Maverick was settled, laying on top of Ice on the couch, snuggling up to Ice’s chest and entwining their legs, trying to mould into his tired boyfriend.
Ice chuckled lowly as Maverick rubbed his face against him again. “Is there something you want Maverick?”, Ice asked in amusement as the smaller man pressed against him again; grinding his hips down on Ice’s thigh, Mav gave him a pouting look.
Ice smiled and ran his hand through his boyfriend’s messy hair and mussed, “it’s right there darling, if you want something you’re going to have to work for it”.
Maverick whined it was high-pitched and filled with annoyance and desire as he shifted his hips again, his appendage stiffening against Ice’s leg.
It never stopped to amaze Ice how quickly Mav could get hard. Maverick pressed his face into Ice’s chest trying to quiet the whines and groans as the movement of his hips grew more prominent.
“Good boy. Keep going” Ice mumbled against Maverick’s neck as he laid a soft kiss there, Maverick whimpered and his hips stuttered, “Keep going” Ice urged, “take it all”.
Maverick let out a half sob of relief as his orgasm hit him, his body tensing.
Ice calmly ran his hand through the other man’s hair helping ground him as he came down from his high. Rubbing the smaller mans back as he relaxed against him, letting out a satisfied sign.
His messy hair was sweaty and plastered to his forehead. Ice lip twitched as the man rested his chin on his chest and looked up at him through his eyelashes.
“Can you hand me the remote darling?” Ice asked softly, his eyes narrowing as the body above him stiffened. Maverick turned and looked up at him sheepishly, oh god. What now?
“I can’t find the remote...” Maverick said quietly, Ice ground his teeth “I’m actually going to kill you”.
Maverick pouted at the kitchen wall; Ice had thrown him out of their bedroom after his attempt at a distraction on the couch. Honestly, the man would have done the same thing, everyone knew how much Ice liked order and admitting to having lost something was suicide.
Maverick looked around the kitchen in frustration, this was a lose-lose scenario. No one could ever win against Ice. His eyes travelled to the cookbook left out on the bench and to the knife beside it and an idea planted itself inside his head.
No one could win, but perhaps he could soften the blow.
He grinned as he bounced across the kitchen to the book opening it to a random page.
“Lunch meals” Maverick mussed as he flipped through the book frowning, Tomato, and plum salad with tarragon. What the heck was tarragon?
Tomato and Olive penne? Egg, bacon and tomato tart? What was with all the tomatoes? Was he in the tomato section?
Maverick flipped through the book before deciding on a semi-easy meal, tray-baked tomatoes with chorizo and ricotta. Whatever that was.
Honestly cooking couldn’t be that hard, Ice did it all the time. He scanned the recipe before opening the fridge and retrieving the needed items, tomatoes, ricotta, and chorizo. Why did they have ricotta?
He winced slightly as he opened the cupboard with trays and they clattered against each other as he attempted to quietly retrieve one, but he didn’t hear any movement in their bedroom. Maybe Ice had gone back to bed, he thought hopefully.
The bedroom door opened, and Ice dropped into the couch of the living room. The house was disturbingly quiet. Maverick less, the hairs on his arms stood up in distress.
Where was Maverick? He truly wasn’t that angery at the man to force him to leave. It had been petty to kick him out of their room, but he hadn’t meant the house. Distress and worry swallowed him up and a ball sat in his throat that he couldn’t get rid of no matter how many times he swallowed.
“Maverick?” he called out uneasily in the quiet house, relief flooded through him as an answer was called back to him, “in the kitchen! Uh don’t come in here!”.
Ice raised an eyebrow in amusement, Maverick in the kitchen as a disaster waiting to happen. Maverick was the clumsiest person he knew, and it somehow doubled when the man was in the kitchen. He let his lip twitch as he spotted a black rectangle hiding underneath the coffee table.
Of cause, the reason for their fight to begin with. He rolled his eyes grabbing it and changed the channel he might as well wait for Maverick to finish whatever project, he had started so he could patch him up. He wondered if he had refilled their med kit from last time.
Maverick frowned as the knife halted halfway through the tomato, he pushed on it harder and gasped in pain as the knife bend on an awkward angle slicing over the fat of his palm. The knife clattered onto the bench as he lifted his bleeding hand to his mouth in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Which obviously didn’t help as he felt the blood drip from his lips down his chin.
“Mav? What was that noise?” he heard Ice call out, his eyes widened in panic, the man in question stepped into the kitchen eyebrows risen high on his head as he took in the bloodied sight of his boyfriend.
“God your bleeding! How the hell did you od that?”
“I was trying to cut the tomatoes!”
Ice huffed and opened the cabinet under the sink pulling out an unfortunately familiar med kit and pulled maverick closer. Ice smiled fondly at the man wrapping his hand, only Maverick could manage this.
Maverick buried his head in his boyfriend’s neck and, he huffed out a sorrowful sign, “I’m sorry” he whined against Ice’s neck. Ice held him tightly resting his chin on Maverick’s head. “no, sweetie, it’s okay…”
Maverick had managed to rush Ice out of the kitchen 20 minutes ago when the man had attempted to get a glance at what he had been cooking, he was set it into the oven not long after.
He pulled out the plates with a satisfied smile when a weird smell entered the kitchen. He frowned looking around, where was it coming from?
“I smell something burning, you’re sure you’re okay in there?” Ice called out from the living room in concern, Maverick eyes widened his eyes zeroing in on the oven where a small string of smoke was coming from.
He grabbed a tea towel and flung the door open coughing as the smoke hit him. His eyes watered as he attempted to lift the hot try that burnt through the tea towels.
The trey clattered loudly on the stovetop as he backed away, “I’m fine! I’m fine!” he called out hoarsely smoke still assaulting his lungs.
The smoke alarms went off and he groaned in despair, running cold water over his still-aching hands.
Ice rushed in frowning at the sign of him running his hands underwater. He signed “I’ll call off the firefighters”, Ice ran a hand through his hair stressed walking outside the house where a familiar emergency service alarm was blearing grew closer.
Maverick hung his head, why couldn’t he do anything right?
Maverick laid down on his side of the bed sulkily his hands still wrapped from the paramedic. Apparently, he had burnt them bad enough that they wouldn’t listen to his protest.
“Do you understand why you are banned from the kitchen now?” Ice asked quietly in the darkness the man’s arm wrapped around Maverick’s small waist pulling his sulking body into Ice’s larger one.
Maverick felt disappointment weigh down his bones but needed “yeah” he admitted softly. “I just, I just wanted to make up, do something nice” he muttered, Ice kissed him on the back of his head. “That’s what takeout menus are for darling”.
“Just be glad you didn’t use the milk” Ice hummed; Maverick blinked in confusion. “Milk?” he asked, “we didn’t have any?”. He could almost feel the irritation growing off the man behind him, “well I put it on the grocery list!” Ice bit and Maverick winced slightly; he had been the one to beg Ice to let him do the shopping. “I didn’t think I needed the list!” Maverick argued weakly, Ice growled, “you clearly did!”.
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