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cowboysandpilots · 21 hours

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Secrets of a 30-Year-Old Flyboy — ch. 2

Fake Roonix, Secret Hangster | Words: 895 | Warnings: Blood, medical stuff, sickness, miscommunications, and boys being stupid.

Hondo was waiting for Bradley when he landed, having been listening on the comms. He was halfway across the tarmac when he saw Bradley collapse. He hollered over his headset for medics to get out there immediately. Mav ordered the squadron back to base as Hondo informed them that something was wrong with Rooster. By the time they all landed and had climbed from their planes, the military EMS team had gotten Rooster on a stretcher and were headed for the base hospital. They’d left, telling Hondo they would be contacting Rooster’s emergency contact. All of this, Hondo told everyone as they gathered around him, worry evident. Jake hung back from everyone, staying quiet as he listened to what Hondo had to say. He was pale, and his hands trembled as he stared at the blood that was staining the ground near Bradley’s Hornet. He was finding it hard to breathe. Jake should’ve known something was wrong. He’d seen that Bradley didn’t look good when they got up this morning—hadn’t for a while now. This was his fault. He should’ve pushed, should’ve asked. As soon as Hondo was done talking, Mav was sprinting across the tarmac. He was pulling his phone out of his flight suit's inner pocket and fumbling to call Ice.

Ice, unbeknownst to everyone, was already on his way to the hospital since he had been listed as the man's emergency contact since his mom died at twelve. He's too focused on the road to reach for his phone, which was sliding around in the passenger seat.

"We have to go to the hospital," Phoenix said immediately. She didn't care if the rest of them came along; she was really just speaking for herself as Bradley's best friend. She wouldn't go back to work until she knew he was okay.

The rest of the squadron is quick to agree with Phoenix. Despite everything that Maverick had been yelling at them earlier that day, they were a team and moved as such to drop off their flight gear and head to the hospital. Everyone except Jake. He took a few shaky steps in the opposite direction until he was standing beside where Bradley had collapsed. He was shaking, and his breathing was coming out too quickly as he dropped to his knees. “My fault,” he gasped, fingers touching the still-wet tarmac. “I failed. Failed. Failed him.” Logically, it wasn't Jake's fault. Bradley was a grown-ass man, and he could call in sick if he weren't feeling well, but for the last ten years, since the academy, since they started their friends-with-benefits, specifically, their BDSM dynamic. As the dominant, it was Jake's job to take care of Bradley, to read his body language and take care of him even when he couldn't speak for himself. He always felt as if he failed when he couldn't do that.

It took Jake a long time to become aware enough to realize he was alone. Everyone else had left, and he needed answers. Thoughts of doom, that Bradley had bled out. Had died on the way to the hospital. Or was in surgery and was going to die on the table. He kept circling through his head as he pushed himself to his feet and stumbled his way to his truck.

Maverick scanned the waiting room with wild eyes as soon as he got to the hospital. He’d seen Iceman’s car in the parking lot. He felt like he could take at least a small breath when he saw the taller man and made his way straight to him. “Please tell me you are still his emergency contact,” he implored, reaching for Ice. Dimly, Maverick was aware that most of the rest of the squadron was filing into the waiting room not long after he got there.

Ice takes Maverick's hand with a nod. "How many times am I gonna have to answer the phone to 'you're listed as the emergency contact' for this kid?" It is meant to lighten the mood, but he only manages a slight chuckle, not even thinking that the rest of the squad is listening. It wasn't the first time, and as horrible as it was, Ice knew it wouldn't be the last.

Taking a deep breath, Maverick closes his eyes and clings hard to Ice’s hand. Probably too hard, but he’d worry about that later. “Enough that we will both have grey hair,” he groused before he looked up at him. “Did they tell you anything? Do they know what happened? Hondo said he threw up blood and collapsed.”

Jake stopped just barely inside the doors to the emergency room. His heart stopped at Iceman’s words, and he pressed his back against the wall. It was that or collapse. This had happened before. Something had happened before. Something that made Bradley need his emergency contact. Last time, Jake had made it in time. He kept repeating that to himself. He’d shot down that Su-57 before it killed Bradley. And in Afghanistan, he’d taken down an F-111 Aardvark that had a lock on Rooster. Pressing his hands flat against the wall, Jake swallowed thickly. Bradley was going to be okay. Jake saved him. Twice. A man that stubborn wasn't going to be taken out by a training exercise. He was going to be okay. Jake just had to keep repeating that.

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hugh-lauries-bald-spot · 1 year

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“you just find gay subtext in everything” no the fuck i dont the gay subtext was presented to me on an ornate silver platter

#this is about #top gun #and #top gun maverick #icemav #sereshaw #hangster #rooster x hangman #hangman x rooster #iceman x maverick #maverick x iceman

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diadotcom · 1 month

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when the cowboys are gay fighter pilots…. or when the fighter pilots are gay cowboys…? they are gay and fighter pilots and also cowboys

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misaothewitch · 1 year

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#the flying gays #rooster x hangman #maverick x iceman #sereshaw #hangster #icemav #top gun #iceman x maverick #top gun maverick #payback x fanboy #god there are so many gay ships in this fandom

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lemeduartes · 14 days

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Something about Rooster admiring so much his parents relationship and aspiring to have a love so beautiful as theirs, sweet and romantic and truly a fairy tale that would warm his heart forever

And ending up with the asshole who can't be nice to save his own live, that chews on a toothpick 24/7 and makes his life a living hell for the fun of it while looking so smug NARCISSUS HIMSELF would be jealous

He wanted a love like his parents had, and he got it! Unfortunately he had 2 set of parents and the love he ended up having was similar to the WRONG ONE

#hangster is just icemav but different #i swear they are the same #and i cry myself to sleep every night because of it #Rooster loves hangman #but DAMN THAT BOY IS AN ASSHOLE #my favorite asshole #hangster #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x hangman #top gun maverick #top gun #top gun fandom #icemav #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #iceman x maverick

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roosterforme · 2 months

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Why Not Forever? | Rooster x Reader x Hangman

Summary: The last night on the aircraft carrier should have been bittersweet as Bradley and Jake show you once again how good it feels to be shared by them. But you soon learn that the boys have plans for you beyond this deployment.

Warnings: Smut, anal, threesome, slight hangster, 18+

Length: 1700 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader x Jake "Hangman" Seresin

This is a sequel to Why Not Both? and Why Not Again? But it can be read alone! Check out my masterlist for more!

Bradley loved that fucked out, starry eyed look on your face as you rode him. You were babbling, barely able to focus, but your every movement was smooth and fluid. You were exactly what he needed. But he knew you'd never end up a begging, whining mess for him alone, and he was okay with that. After weeks of sharing you, maybe he even preferred it this way.

Your pussy was warm and inviting around him as he palmed your tits and squeezed your nipples a little harder. Your body was slick with sweat, only some of it your own. But the best part was the way Bradley could feel Jake's cock shoved up your ass every time one of them thrusted. And he could see Jake behind you on the bed, squeezing your hips and kissing your neck.

"Look at her face, Hangman. She's so far gone." Bradley gently took your chin between his thumb and fingertips and turned your head, showing off your parted, swollen lips and barely focused eyes to the man behind you. "She's beautiful."

"Like an angel," Jake agreed, thrusting a little deeper, making you just that much tighter for Bradley. A long, needy whine filled the air as Jake whispered, "You never had it so good, did you?" You shook your head in a jerky motion, and Bradley watched Jake kiss away a bead of sweat that rolled down the side of your neck.

You were exhausted, clenching softly around his cock when Bradley coaxed you to face him again. Then you muttered the first intelligible word that came from your lips in the last ten minutes. "Please."

He knew you needed to come, and you'd been perfect for the two of them up until now. You had taken care of them before they flew their mission and again directly afterwards, and you'd been spending your nights in their bunk on the carrier ever since. It was to the point that Bradley didn't care who knew about it, and he was getting that distinct feeling from Jake as well.

Bradley leaned forward and wrapped his lips around your nipple, earning another, more intense squeeze from your pussy. When you tried to roll your hips faster, he shook his head "You're close. Let us take care of you."

"Please," you repeated as both men filled you with sharp thrusts, leaving your head rolling back against Jake's shoulder. Bradley was entranced, the sight of your swollen clit brushing his neatly trimmed hair nearly sending him over the edge. He stroked your nipples and smiled as you tried to buck again, only to be stopped by Jake's hands on your hips.

"Easy, Angel," he drawled, and Bradley chuckled. "You'll get there soon enough. We just need a little more time with you first."

"If you didn't feel so fucking good, we'd have been done by now. But you have a way of making us want more and more," Bradley teased. Then he worked his tongue through his own mouth and watched the stream of saliva as he spit where you and he were connected. He ran his thumb through it and said, "But I think you just about earned it," as you whined.

"Please!"

He rubbed your clit a little with his rough fingers, spitting again as Jake released your hips and focused on squeezing your tits from behind instead. "Yeah," he agreed. "She earned it. She always does."

The relief written on your face made Bradley grin as you looked down at him working his fingers in deliberate circles. When he kissed the valley between your breasts, he could taste the salt of your skin and feel Jake's fingers in his cheeks. "Never thought I'd be sorry to see the end of a deployment," he whispered, licking a stripe up to your collarbone. He nibbled on you as Jake grabbed at your breasts a little harder so you cried out. "Never had this much fun before."

Then you reached behind you with one hand and stroked Jake's cheek while you teased Bradley's hair with your other hand. He knew you loved the way they worshipped you. All the dirty glances and winks across the common areas really got him going, but they sent you straight to your knees as soon as you were in their bunk. And the thought occurred to Bradley that it would never be this good with anyone else. He knew there wasn't another woman who stood a chance.

"Fuck," Jake grunted, and Bradley could tell by the way your body was rocking that the man behind you was about come in your ass. "God damn it," he groaned, burying his face in your neck and whining.

You were grinning now as you bounced on both of them, knowing Bradley would make sure you got what you needed. But he had to be certain you knew the price you were paying at this point to be allowed to come on their cocks. Bradley and Jake didn't do this with just anyone, and he needed to be sure you understood that. Be sure this wasn't the last time.

"How bad do you want it?" Bradley rasped, pinching your clit and ramming himself deep.

"So bad!" you cried out as Jake's movements became more erratic.

"Say it," Bradley demanded through gritted teeth, sweat beading on his forehead. "Tell me you belong to us. And not just for tonight." He was close now, but he kept rubbing you just right and coaxing you to keep your eyes on him. "We want you in San Diego too, Baby."

Jake's hands roamed the font of your body as he moaned against your skin, and Bradley watched your pupils grow wider as your thighs shook. Your pussy clenched around him as you managed to say, "I'm yours."

You came with Bradley, your lips meeting his as he fucked you all the way through your orgasm. Your kisses were sweet even as you were a cum filled mess for the two of them, and you let Bradley pull you down with him as he eased himself back onto the pillows to catch his breath.

"She's ours," he confirmed for Jake who was kissing your shoulder as you curled up on Bradley's chest. Then he pressed his lips to your hair and whispered, "Our good girl."

Bradley could feel Jake's softening cock on his thigh as he came to rest against your back. You coaxed Jake closer and closer while you kissed Bradley, and then you shared your kisses with one man and then the other until the three of you were kissing. Bradley couldn't wait to get back to California.

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You weren't sure what you were expecting when the guys both invited you over to Bradley's place a few days after the end of the deployment. The three of you had spent that last night all curled up in one bed together, sweat and cum and sweet, dirty talk everywhere. You shivered just thinking about the way it felt to be sandwiched between their strong bodies in every position imaginable. They made you feel sexy and safe.

You wanted more from them, but you hadn't dared to dream that it could continue here. That sharing you had become something they wanted as much as you did. You'd never be able to choose between Bradley's effortless allure and Jake's natural charisma. You wanted both, and you shivered with anticipation at seeing them here on dry land.

They'd never seen you in anything except your khaki uniforms and your most basic underwear, but something was telling you that tonight was going to be a little different. As you slowly made your way up the pathway from your car, you straightened your dress over your pretty lingerie. You wanted them to destroy all of it.

Almost immediately after you knocked, the front door swung open, and you were met with two pairs of eyes, green and brown, raking over your body like they'd been craving you for months. "Boys," you said smoothly as you squeezed between the two of them and into the living room. You couldn't help but add, "I missed you," as you spun around to face them with a smile.

"You have no idea," Jake drawled, kicking the door shut and closing the distance to your lips. He kissed you, wrapping his hand gently around your neck as he said, "We got you a little something."

His smirk matched Bradley's as the other man pressed himself against your backside. "Something pretty for you to wear," he added, his voice a deep rumble.

"What is it?" you asked, looking up at Jake as Bradley snaked one arm around your waist from behind. When he opened his hand in front of your chest, you looked down at his palm and saw a gold necklace with two charms that made you gasp.

"You like it?" Bradley asked next to your ear, his mustache sending a ripple of need along your skin when he grazed you.

"Yes," you whispered, your body already clenching.

Jake looked at you eagerly as he asked, "Will you let me put it on you, Angel?"

"Please," you whined, knowing you sounded exactly like you had in their bunk on the aircraft carrier. You watched his fingertips glide along Bradley's palm, and then both of them were kissing you as he clasped the chain around your neck. The cool charms settled against your skin, and you let them lead you toward the bedroom.

You couldn't be sure who was talking to you and who was touching you in your blissed out state, but you could feel fingers tangle in your new necklace chain. You would have to strategically hide the charms that said Bradley and Jake underneath your uniform shirts when you were at work, because you weren't going to be taking your necklace off anytime soon.

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natashatrace · 2 months

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"you look good."

#hangsteredit #sereshawedit #top gun maverick #hangster #sereshaw #hangman x rooster #rooster x hangman #hangster au #sereshaw au #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #myedit #LET THE AU THEORIES FLY IN THE TAGS AMIRITE KIDS

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aimee-doll-333 · 2 years

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Every friend group should have;

#top gun maverick #hangman x rooster #rooster x hangman #hangster #bradly rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #pete maverick mitchell #payback #fanboy #coyote #robert bob floyd

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beezelarts · 3 months

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#javy does not approve of this shit #hangster #rooster x hangman #sereshaw #hangman x rooster #jake hangman seresin #top gun maverick #top gun fanart #bradley rooster bradshaw #hangster fanfiction #javy coyote machado

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taydaq · 4 months

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Maybe, baby, I'm just losing my mind 'Cause this is trouble, but it feels right

Rooster x Hangman for my sister, @darthsyd-ious!

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sereshawl · 1 year

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Maverick, slightly drunk: I’m immune to mean and hurtful words because Ice says nice things to me every day and his love protects me.

Rooster: I’m immune to mean and hurtful words because Jake says mean things to me every day so I’m always prepared.

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cowboysandpilots · 1 day

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Secrets of a 30-Year-Old Flyboy — ch. 1

Fake Roonix, Secret Hangster | Words: 860 | Warnings: Blood, medical stuff, sickness

Something is wrong. Bradley knows it. He’s been up in the air enough to know the G-force from his jet should not make it feel like his insides are being ripped apart.

He should really have paid more attention to how he was feeling. The heat of his skin, the dull throb in his side, the way he threw up his dinner down the shower drain and couldn’t even stomach the thought of breakfast without his mouth filling with saliva again.

Jake, who knows Bradley’s coffee addiction all too well, should have picked up on the anomaly. Bradley turning down a cup, especially one made by Jake with his signature homemade caramel and excessive sugar, is a clear sign that something is amiss. They were running late that morning and had been reeling from a fight the night before, trying to find their footing again. It should be easy; they’ve fought enough to understand how the next day should go, but that was before they decided to try their hand at a real relationship. They can’t just move on now; they had to talk about it, something that neither of them was ready to do.

Jake brushes it off when Bradley rebuffs his coffee and doesn’t speak up when Bradley spends the drive to work with his forehead pressed to the cool glass of the window. He isn’t sure that Bradley would even give an honest answer if he asked. He had learned to live with Bradley’s secrets and repressed emotions. He doesn’t bring up the change to Maverick, either. The man had made it clear that he disapproved of their rivalry and didn’t want their personal problems being brought into work.

Bradley was fine; he could push past this. He must have just twinged a muscle in his side while he was working out or turned the wrong way while he was spotting his wingman during a previous drill; it was a hazard of the job. The take-off was anything but routine, and he was glad that his comms were closed so the squad couldn’t hear the way he yelled through his gritted teeth. He just had to make it through this drill; it was the only thing running through his head. “Make it through this hop, and you can land” was almost like a mantra. Unfortunately for Bradley, that mantra didn’t keep away the vomit-inducing dizziness that came with each move of his jet. One overly sharp pain cost Bradley his concentration, and his plane dipped. He hoped no one would notice it, but of course, one person would.

The reason why they work so well, at least their sex works so well, is because Jake can pick up on every little thing about Bradley. He notices little details about everyone, not just Bradley, and that’s why he has no problem being the group’s pariah. It was so much easier to fade into the background where no one even knew he was listening or watching.

At this point, the pain was unbearable, and Bradley was sweating through his flight suit; he could feel his sweat dripping down his face and into his mask. His whole body hurt; even his head was pounding. Still, he doesn’t lift his hand to remove the mouthpiece. Instead, he flips his comms open and as normally as he can- which is not very normal at all- he requests a landing to Maverick. He doesn't even know why he asks permission, protocol, he guesses, because, with the man's bad mood, there's no way he's going to give permission for Bradley to cut out early.

Putting the planes through their paces and the pilots was not the most exhilarating thing they could be doing. A good portion of it was muscle memory, but Jake still found it kind of liberating not to worry about where someone else was. Just be able to fly and not constantly twist his seat to see if another pilot is about to take him out in a dogfight. He was so relaxed and in the zone that he was caught off guard when Bradley’s voice came through the comms. Jake frowns at the roughness in Bradley’s voice, warning bells going off in his head.

“Unless there is something wrong with you or your plane, that’s a negative Rooster,” Mav responds, voice tight.

Bradley does not want to do this. No matter how many times he's choked or failed in his career, he's never willfully packed it in. He's never admitted that he can't be in the air... until today.

"Me." He actually admits. "There's something wrong with me." His breaths come out harsh and painful, just trying to keep his eyes open. He doesn't wait for any further permission before he jerks back to the runway to make a landing. He pushes open his canopy and makes it exactly two steps on shaky legs before he feels the bile rise in his throat again. What comes out of his mouth isn't puke or yet another dry heave but blood; it's thick, dark blood that coats his chin, the front of his uniform and the tarmac beneath him before he promptly succumbs to the pain and falls to his knees losing consciousness right there.

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