"Just let me die."
iceman-tomkazansky

aprofessionindreaming:

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"Oh, don’t you think that’s a bit harsh of a sentence? You’d make a terrible judge." Jack said with a laugh, reaching out his hand to help the stranger up from the ground. "So you walked into a glass door. Who hasn’t walked into a glass door before?"

He waited for the other man to grab his hand, and simultaneously reached for the handle of the offending door with the other, opening it effortlessly. “In you go, sir. It’s like it never happened.”

"Is my name on that list?" Jack scoffed a bit, pretending to pull out a piece of paper from his pocket. He pointed to something on the imaginary paper and raised an eyebrow. "Right here, I’ll read it to you." He cleared his throat dramatically before taking a breath. "The highest known record is still held by Jackson Fable of Winter Park, Florida. To this date, he has walked into at least ten, but no more than fifteen glass doors."

He smirked playfully at Tom, unable to hold back a chuckle as he pretended to fold the paper back up and slip it into his pocket. “Yeah, I think you pass this time. I’m no doctor, but you’re not dead or writhing on the ground so I think you’re okay.” 

Jack went to walk forward towards the counter to order his coffee, until something Tom had mentioned grabbed his attention right back. “NASA? You work at /NASA/?” He asked partially in shock, and partially in fascination. “I mean /NASA/. Like spaceships and planets and all that other universe stuff? Holy /shit/.” He realized then that he was making a bit of a scene, so he cleared his throat as a light blush came to his cheeks. “Oh, oh I was just…coffee. You know. It’s early and work is a thing I have to do in about an hour. What about you, Mr. NASA?”

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Ice tilted his head, amused at what Jack was doing. This was a bit strange for him, seeing someone who was obviously intelligent but also so animated as well! He gazed at this “list” and then at Jack, completely compelled to wanting to ask him to hang around for a bit. He whistled and shook his head. “Really? Fifteen glass doors you’ve walked into?”

That playfulness was beguiling and Ice knew that this was undoubtedly the start of an interesting friendship. As they went to the counter, Ice already had it in his mind to pay for whatever Jack wanted. The man deserved it. First thing in the day and already Ice was feeling miles better!

"Yeah, well yeah, just not the spaceships because we’ve got the Shuttle and that’s about it. This is the only planet we can visit and though I am excited to go up into space, if they looked for volunteers to pilot to Mars, I don’t know if I could. Eighteen months in isolation, I just don’t know." Ice grinned at Jack, suddenly wanting to take him to work. If he got this excited at the mere mentioning of working at NASA where there were hundreds of various jobs, Ice wondered what Jack would do when he found out that he was a shuttle pilot.

Grinning, Ice said, “Whatever you want, I’ll pick up the tab, okay? You’ve made me laugh and smile, something that isn’t easily done these days. Me, well, I get more hands-on training. There’s going to be a launch soon so we all need to be ready.”

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"Just let me die."
iceman-tomkazansky

aprofessionindreaming:

aprofessionindreaming:

"Oh, don’t you think that’s a bit harsh of a sentence? You’d make a terrible judge." Jack said with a laugh, reaching out his hand to help the stranger up from the ground. "So you walked into a glass door. Who hasn’t walked into a glass door before?"

He waited for the other man to grab his hand, and simultaneously reached for the handle of the offending door with the other, opening it effortlessly. “In you go, sir. It’s like it never happened.”

 ”Please. The world’s most brilliant minds have walked into glass doors. It’s inevitable.” Jack countered with a grin, pulling his hand back once the man was steadily on his feet. “Seriously, though, is your head alright? Didn’t knock it too hard, did you?”

Jack leaned over and glanced at the man’s head to be sure there wasn’t any blood or bruising. Then, he tilted his head to the side and nodded. “Nice to meet you, Tom. I’m Jack - and hey, don’t mention it. I’m sure you were embarrassed enough walking into the door. Who would I be to make it worse?”

"Well now they can add my name to the list. Tom Kazansky… shuttle pilot… walks into door." Ice rolled his eyes but smiled anyways. "Must be a nice Hall of Fame though. Tell me, is your name on that list? And yeah, my head’s fine. It takes something harder than that to put me down."

Again Ice grinned at Jack, blushing a little. Did he have to be so attractive? “Did I pass inspection, Jack? And thanks, I have some colleagues who would and probably make a crack at how I’m supposed to be able to see these sort of things coming and so how can NASA trust me and all that other fun stuff. So, where you heading?”

"Just let me die."
iceman-tomkazansky

aprofessionindreaming:

"Oh, don’t you think that’s a bit harsh of a sentence? You’d make a terrible judge." Jack said with a laugh, reaching out his hand to help the stranger up from the ground. "So you walked into a glass door. Who hasn’t walked into a glass door before?"

He waited for the other man to grab his hand, and simultaneously reached for the handle of the offending door with the other, opening it effortlessly. “In you go, sir. It’s like it never happened.”

Ice glanced at the stranger, the frown still resting heavily on his lips. At least the man wasn’t trying to bullshit him with some nonsense about how no one saw and blah-blah-blah. The response actually struck Ice as being amusing and with a little chuckle he took hold of Jack’s wrist and allowed the man to help him up.

"Yeah it’s just, in my kind of work you don’t walk into glass doors." He sighed and went through the door, pausing to wait for Jack. "Well everyone who saw will probably forget but my head won’t any time soon. I was trying to avoid this growing headache but now I guess it’ll stay. The name’s Tom, by the way. And thanks, I appreciate your help there and for well, not being an ass about it."

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"Right, my bad." Maverick replied curtly, relaxing back against the bed and staring up at the ceiling. 

He hummed softly when Ice said he loved him, and it surprised him how those simple words could still make his heart lose its rhythm. A gentle smile reappeared on his lips as he softly whispered back, “I love you too.” He didn’t say it often, so it felt a bit foreign coming from his lips, but he meant it with more depth than he could properly convey. He had never loved anyone else in the world the way he loved Ice.

When he felt Ice’s hand on his calf, he stilled himself and closed his eyes. He took his playful scolding seriously and cleared his mind, hoping it would allow him to focus completely on what Ice was doing to him. Already, it felt wonderful and his smile was now permanent as he couldn’t seem to let it fade from his lips. This was thoughtful of Ice to do for him, and he knew he was going to enjoy every moment of it.

Admitting his feelings was something that Ice had managed to lock away for many years and to be honest, as flirtatious as Ice was, actually falling in love was something he believed himself incapable of doing, and yet as he gazed at Maverick beneath him and hearing those four words coming from his heart, Ice knew that he was truly in love.  There wasn’t anything that Ice wouldn’t do for this man.  And more, Maverick knew his past and comforted him and kept it in his heart, not once shaming Ice about what had happened.

This was love and Ice knew that he wanted it to last forever.  Whatever it took, he would keep Maverick safe, even if it meant lecturing him on all the silly, dangerous stunts that he performed.  As he continued pressing his palm across Maverick’s thigh and letting his fingers drag back down, Ice sighed happily.  Already Maverick’s expression was changing, and this was definitely good.

Carefully cradling Maverick’s foot, Ice began to work on the arch.  He was so glad that Maverick loved this so much and wasn’t horribly ticklish.  Pressing his thumbs into the very center of Maverick’s foot, Ice began a deep massage, removing one hand every now and then to rub the top of that foot.

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