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“Alright, I need you all to sign along here and here.” Mav smiled as the 86ers sat around the table in Ice and Mavericks kitchen. The man handing over four different piles of papers to the group to sign, all with his good left arm. His right all strung up in a sling since the shit show mission that saw him and Bradley shot down only to steal an f-14 and fly it back, making him the deadliest serving member of the navy that wasn’t a member of the SEAL’s.
“Pete honey, I love you but what did you do that requires me to fill out my signature next to yours for nine forms.” Ice sighed.
“And why are we signing stuff the only people who aren’t signing any forms are Hondo, Warlock, Cyclone … and the chicken over there on the counter EATING MY DORITOS.” Slider pointed to Bradley sitting on the island countertop with a bag of chips opened in one hand and a beer on the counter next to him.
“Tough shit uncle Sli, my chips now.” Bradley laughed as Mav walked past and nabbed a few chips out of the bag. Slider flipped the lieutenant the bird getting a laugh from everyone and a swat on both his shoulders from Maverick and Ice together.
“Witnesses.” Hondo chuckled as he pointed his beer at the two-star admiral.
“I should send you to the shop for some stuff if you’re just going to sit on the counter and laugh. Here, twenty-five dollars, go get us some steaks, beer, wine, some bread, and milk.” Mav said as he handed Rooster some cash.
“Dad that won’t get you shit.” Bradley snorted as he pocketed the money.
“Well then make yourself busy and get me my chips.” Slider hollered at the younger pilot.
“Back in our day, I could walk into a store with twenty-five dollars and walk out with 6 porterhouse steaks, 2 chickens, a case of beer, five bottles of wine two loaves and a gallon of Milk.” Maverick started getting everyone around the table to snort.
“Mitchell twenty-five dollars wouldn’t have gotten you that then or now.” Cyclone sighed.
“Of course, it can’t, there’s too many fucking cameras now adays.” Mav waved his hands around as everyone burst out laughing Slider had the most excited face as he levelled a matching manic grin with Maverick.
Neither man agreed on much over the years but by God if it meant causing some chaos then the two were Ice’s worst headaches. Not nightmares, his husband and best friend could never be nightmares, pains in his ass certainly but never nightmares.
“Mav no, Rooster, no stealing…. No stealing from civies, go to one of the local base messes and take some shit.” Ice barked out a laugh as cyclone shot him a horrified look.
After everyone calmed down, there attention turned back to the forms they were signing. All wondering what Maverick had insisted they come over and sign.
“So, what are these forms actually for?” Hollywood asked.
“And why do Warlock and I need to be here? Some of us have better things to do than babysit you, Maverick.” Cyclone sighed as he looked at Maverick.
“Silence 88.” Ice ordered as he pointed a pen in the Miramar air bosses direction. Cyclone looked like he wanted to object, but he respected Ice too much to go against him.
“Did you know its legal in the state of California to adopt adults, all you need is the paper filed and signed by a judge. I know a judge who owed me a favour and got me the papers, all I needed was your signatures. They’re now legal.” Mav smiled smugly as he watched his friends and husband finish signing the papers. All of them looked up slowly as they double checked the papers, all turning towards Maverick.
“…. Peter… what did we just sign.” Ice asked as his face paled. Rooster and Hondo just sat on the kitchen Island “oohing” at the use of Mavericks first name, not the short version he liked but his actual, on his birth certificate, name.
“Hollywood and Wolf get custody of Robert “Bob” Floyd. Merlin and Slider get custody of Billie “Fritz” Avalone, Chipper and Sundance get the Ivy’s, Halo and Omaha only because I caught how they reacted to being around both Chipper and Sunny… that and Chip squealing at being around them again like an over protective mother otherwise I’d have adopted them myself but they seem like the better choice of parents for them, and we have custody over Hangman, Phoenix, Coyote, Fanboy, Payback, and we already have custody of Rooster, and all signed with Warlock, Hondo and Cyclone as witnesses.” Maverick smiled cheekily as he looked at his friends.
“FUCK YEAH! WHOO!” Wolf screamed first as the others stared at Maverick in shock, all four remaining new parents in a state of stupor whilst Rooster laughed wildly as they took photos of his uncles’ reactions and faces.
Hondo on the other hand was one step ahead of him and recording the whole session.
Wolf jumped out of his seat and began to prance around the kitchen in delight.
“Huh… he’s right, you do act as a mother to those kids.” Sunny said as he looked at a flustered Chip whose jaw had dropped.
“…Ice can I kill your husband.” Slider asked.
“I’ll join you.” The COMPACFLT growled as he looked at his husband, smirking above him from the opposite end of the table.
“You can’t kill me, there’ll be paperwork involved.” Mav laughed as his husband and husbands’ best friends faces fell in disappointment. Warlock laughed at that and even Cyclone let out a snort.
“Damn it, the fuckers right.” Ice groaned as he buried his head in the papers beneath him.
“Never thought Mitchell could be as smart as this.” Cyclone laughed quietly.
“Bobbie’s coming home Wood, Oh I finally get custody of my baby nephew, finally get him away from those air force airheads that’s my brother-in-law’s family. Oh, thank you Mav.” Wolf cheered as he jumped around the kitchen before stopping next to Mav and pulling the tiny admiral into a bear hug.
“So, you’re leaving me with Ron’s kid?” merlin sighed as he raised an eyebrow at his friend,
“He’s not my kid?” Slider cried out in shock.
“He is now!” Rooster wheezed.
“I mean, I’ve seen the kid, he has your jaw, nose, and ears. Are you sure you didn’t have a kid? He could certainly pass as yours at first glance, minus the black hair.” Ice snorted as he began to chuckle at the situation, they were in. “I mean you treat him as your own, you even have a room for him in your house and have been calling him kid since he graduated flight school.”
“He’s right Ron.” Merlin barked a laugh at Sliders gobsmacked face as his husband realised, he had adopted the chaotic Floridian storm chaser, “That kid’s been yours since you first lay eyes on him in Pensacola. Plus, we always did talk about the idea of having a kid.” He smiled, watching as his husband froze before blushing softly.
“Damn it… I hate it when your right Sammy.” Slider shook his head.
“I’m always right asshole, now play nice and thank Maverick for finding a loophole to our adoptive child situation.” Merlin smiled smugly as he motioned his head towards his former pilot.
Slider’s face fell in such a quick fashion that had everyone laughing, Maverick the smuggest look on his face at it all.
“So why are you also adopting the chicken’s boyfriend.” Chipper asked with a raised eyebrow.
“So, if he tries to run there will be no place to hide in the world where we won’t be able to find him.” Mav smiled darkly getting approving nods from the rest of the admirals gathered.
“Dad no, stop.” Rooster moaned as he buried his head in his hands.
“Hangman will become a hanged man, if he ever breaks your heart gosling.” Ice smiled just as darkly.
“Damn it Pops, not you too.” The young lieutenant sighed as the elder officers laughed.
“So… how do we break it to the rest of the squad.” Slider asked.
“And tell them that they’re being assigned as the inaugural pilots of the North Island Shadow Daggers after that shit show of a mission?” Cyclone added with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh yes, we need to discuss that.” Maverick shrugged as Roosters jaw dropped.
“I’m sorry, what?” The younger pilot asked in surprise.
“Nothing to worry about now Roo.” Ice shushed his kid.
“Well, there all on leave for the moment, including Mav because that bruising looks fatal no offense, and technically we’re just running office days now, we could do something at the weekend.” Chipper piped up Maverick rolling his eyes before flipping the man the bird as his free hand fixed his shirt over the mottled patchwork of dark bruising that littered his right side of his body.
“Felt fatal when I hit the ground, still lived to spite Cane.” Mav proudly stated getting a concerned look from Ice.
“Amen to that, fuck Cane.” Cyclone muttered under his breath.
“And what ever god exists apparently.” Merlin rolled his eyes as he muttered quietly to his husband getting a snort from Slider.
“Barbecue. And they will not object to an admiral’s orders, especially if its orders straight from me.” Ice smiled as he looked at his husband.
“You people are evil.” Hondo chuckled.
“You didn’t realize that already?” Sunny asked as he raised his eyebrow at the warrant officer.
Everyone burst out laughing as they sat around the table, all smiles, and cheers as they snacked on the bags of chips Mav had left out as Rooster passed the beer around the older officers.
Wolf looked over at the rest of the group with a mischievous smile on his face, but more so Hollywood who shivered and paled at his husbands look.
“Now that we have a kid, does that make me a DILF?” the former RIO asked, getting everyone in the room to look at him as they choked on their beers. Mav, Slider, Warlock, and Chipper burst out laughing so hard they fell off their seats, Merlin, Hondo, Sundance and Rooster spat out their beers whilst Cyclone and Ice sighed at the antics of the group. Hollywood’s eye just twitched as he looked at his husband.
The pilot said nothing for a moment before Wood marched over to Wolf and threw the slightly smaller man over his shoulder, proceeding up the stairs towards there room in the mansion.
“And that’s enough beer for you tonight, Leon.” Rick blushed heavily.
“Aww, but Daddy.” Wolf cooed as he kissed Woods cheek as the man gained a visible third leg before the group.
“Just set the papers somewhere safe and we’ll sort them tomorrow. See you all tomorrow.” Wood hollered down the stairs as Wolf cackled loudly.
None of the admirals, warrant officer and lieutenant said anything as they shook their head at the pair of horn dogs that just left the room.
“Thank fuck I had the rooms soundproofed when we had this place built.” Mav chuckled.
“Not that that matter, you scream loud enough to drown out the whines of our jets engines when I get you going.” Ice smirked as Mav flushed brightly.
Cyclone paled as he threw his hands up and moved towards the door.
“Admiral it’s been a good night but I’m calling man overboard before I hear any more of your debauchery.” Cyclone announced as he left the house, his hands raised the whole time as he walked out the house.
“He needs to go to an orgy some time.” Ice sighed as he shook his head, getting everyone to look at him in surprise. “What?”
“I don’t think I ever expected you to stay that of all people. Maverick maybe.” Slider spoke up.
The smaller admiral slapping him up the side of his head as the others laughed.
“And I think I’ve heard too much of my parents sex lives.” Bradley groaned.
“And I’ve “Heard” too much of yours too Roo.” Maverick rolled his eyes.
“Seen too much too.” Slider snorted under his breath as he ribbed Maverick, remembering the first time they caught Bradley and Jake in a compromising position.
“Says the one who fucked his boyfriend in Maverick’s office and left the door open for everyone to see. That’s voyeurism Roo. Besides, it’s not the navy if you don’t get a little naughty, you’ll be pinning your little pilot down and tying him up soon enough and let him take it all. I mean I do it often enough.” Ice smiled seductively as he raised an eyebrow at Maverick, ignoring everyone else in the house.
“Bed now before I fuck you here and now.” Mav cooed at Ice as he threw himself into his husband’s lap, careful of his bad arm.
“Oh my god.” Bradley moaned as he put his head in his arms before hearing a vibration coming from his phone in his pocket. He pulled the phone out and quickly looked over it. He looked relieved at what ever popped on his phone.
“I think we’re gonna head off now and leave you all to your little sexcapades.” Hondo snorted as he grabbed Warlock’s sleeve, hauling the laughing admiral out of the house as they waved goodbye.
“I’m going down to the hard deck, some of the guys are down there.” Bradley muttered out as he left following behind after Hondo and Warlock.
“Don’t go too wild Baby goose, we won’t be available to pick you up if you need us.” Ice called to Bradley as he threw Maverick over his shoulder gently, remembering his husbands busted arm just before he hurt the smaller idiot and began to march up the stairs towards their bedroom.
Ice squeezed Maverick ass as he laughed up the staircase, getting a whorish moan from Maverick. The last thing the guys heard was a throaty growl from Ice before the door to the master bedroom up the stairs locked behind them.
Slider, Merlin, Chipper and Sundance all laughed in the kitchen as they watched everyone take off.
“Hundred dollars that was hangman texting the gosling for a booty call.” Chipper stuck his hand out to Slider.
“Na, those idiots have probably put a dampener on any chance he’d get laid tonight.” Slider laughed as he shook chippers hand.
“You’re going to regret that in the morning so it’s coming out of your account.” Merlin rolled his eyes as he clapped his husband on the back, “You’ll find me in our room, don’t stay up too late, its already late enough.”
“We’re not that old idiot.”
“Speak about yourself.” Sunny snorted as he threw an arm around Chipper as the two of them left the hallway and began to make their way around the house locking it up for the night seeing as their hosts had taken off to bed.
“Rude.” Slider guffed as he threw his arms around his taller husbands back and followed Merlin up the stairs towards their own room for the night.
“Ron go get the gosling, breakfasts nearly ready.” Ice ordered as he finished tossing the bacon, lifting it out of the frying pan and placing it onto a separate plate before bending over to give Mav a kiss as his husband worked away on the mountain of pancakes and waffles.
Surprisingly efficiently considering he had dislocated his right arm he was cooking up as the rest of their friends piled into the kitchen, all fighting for the coffee machine that was working overtime as eight admirals clambered for the liquid gold that was concentrated caffeine.
Slider groaned as he pulled himself away from the coffee machine, getting a pat on the shoulder from Wolf in sympathy of losing his place in the que that had formed around the coffee machine. The man flipped Ice the bird as he walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs towards Bradleys room. Slider groaned as he felt the old ache in his knee flare up, an old injury from one of his and Toms rougher landings over the years.
“Bradley, get up gosling, Mav’s got pancakes ready and knowing chipper and wolf there be none left if you’re not down here in a minute.” Slider sighed as he pushed the door open to the lieutenant’s room.
Slider chuckled slightly as he took in the giant lump under the duvet and comforter. Despite his callsign, Rooster really wasn’t a morning person, even after all these years he curled up under the covers like a cat, navy be damned apparently.
With that Slider grew an evil grin as he stood over the giant lump.
The eighty-sixers class had all gathered around the kitchen island when they heard it.
“ATTE-NTION!”
Ice snorted as he heard Slider bark out loudly. Getting laughs from everyone as they heard the loud crash coming from Bradley's room.
“OH SHIT. I SAW NOTHING.” Slider screamed before racing down the stairs away from the gosling’s room, sliding into the kitchen doorway just in time to be hit by a very accurate, flying boot.
Slider let out a yelp as he fell face first onto the kitchen floor as the boot clattered to the side.
“Damn he’s still got that MLB level throw.” Merlin laughed as the guys burst out laughing.
“Wasn’t the gosling.” Slider groaned.
“Huh?” Mav asked as he turned round to look at the groaning RIO.
“Damn gosling picked a good one. Can throw just as good as Roo, like a fucking professional.” Slider winced as he pushed himself up off the floor.
“HA, I TOLD YOU IT WAS A BOOTY CALL BITCH, PAY UP MOTHERFUCKER!” Chipper cackled madly as he realised what had happened, Ice barking out a laugh as he looked over at Slider as a giant boot print began to form underneath his black tank top that he was wearing.
“The only person I’m paying is Maverick after what I just saw.” The man blanched as he walked past the smaller pilot of the group patting him on the back and went straight for the coffee machine, taking the cup of pure black coffee Wood had made for himself as he walked towards the kitchen table.
“Welcome to the club.” Maverick snorted as he realised what Slider had stumbled in upon.
“I saw too much. Its huge, he’s huge, a cockerel. Both live to the callsigns. The other ones just as fucking hung.” Slider moaned quietly as he thunked his head down on the kitchen table.
“Shut it uncle Sli.” Bradley blushed as he emerged in the door frame in a loose t-shirt and plaid pyjama bottoms.
His neck was mauled with a ring of hickies that was as dark as his harness bruises peeking out from beneath his shirt.
“Damn kiddo, it’s like you’ve been hung.” Sundance snorted as he looked over the kiddo.
Bradley blushed darkly as he rubbed a hand around his neck.
“So that’s why he’s called Hangman.” Maverick chuckled as the young blonde pilot stumbled into the doorframe behind Bradley, wearing a borrowed pair of oversized sweats and a baseball jersey taken right out of Bradleys wardrobes. The younger pilot’s hair was all messed up and dishevelled in a way he never thought he’d see from the usually well put together lieutenant. Yet he walked up to Bradley with his usual cocky smirk on his face with his head held high as he proudly stood behind the taller man in the door frame.
He looked proud of having left admiral Kerner speechless which got a snort from Ice as he looked at the Navys new mini him.
“Huh… he is a mini-ice.” Merlin whispered to Slider, getting everyone’s attention to him, “Possessive, cocky, well built, one hell of a pilot with the stats to back it up… blonde.”
“Oh my god, Goose what have we done.” Hollywood muttered as the guys burst out laughing.
Ice and Maverick rolled their eyes at the group of admirals sitting around their kitchen.
“Come on, we weren’t that bad.”
“You are.” The rest of the class turned to face them with identical expressions of hopelessness.
“Who wasn’t as bad?” Jake asked.
“Don’t worry about that Lieutenant, how do you take you bacon.” Ice sighed as maverick moved to make more pancake batter.
Jake looked at Bradley, having expected to have been kicked out of the admiral’s house by now, Bradley only shrugged and pushed his boyfriend into the room, dragging him over to the kitchen island.
“Crispy sir.” Jake smirked.
“You don’t have to call me Sir in my own house lieutenant, I’m not your C.O in positions like this.” Ice rolled his eyes.
“I would sir, but it be rude of the Texan in me, sir.” Jake smiled as he looked at Ice whose eyebrows rose as he looked over the cocky young pilot standing next to Bradley.
No one said anything as Ice looked over the blonde before looking at Maverick who nodded proudly before Ice turned to Rooster.
“Alright Mav, you were right, I do like this kid.” Ice nodded with a sly smirk before turning back to the bacon.
“Of course, you do. Good, now come get your breakfast kids. And its “My” house, I paid for it.” Maverick sassed Ice who simply whacked his husbands rear with a spatula.
“I pay the bills.” Ice quipped back with a smug grin.
“With the money from our joint account.”
“Which you haven’t paid into for years.” The admiral pointed out at his husband, poking him with the spatula in his hand.
“My pay goes in it.”
“Explains why I don’t see the numbers move. Not much money to a captains pay when compared to an admiral.” Ice snarked back at Mav whilst their guests just chuckled from the table. Jake shared a look of disbelief with Bradley who just rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“Well, it’s a good fucking thing someone was stupid enough to give me a generous promotion after near three decades worth of navy bureaucracy bullshit and another idiot for convincing me to take the promotion from captain to admiral years ago. So yes ice, I pay in, so what the hell are you spending it on.” Mav spat back as he and Ice began to size each other up.
“OH, FOR GODS SAKE ITS TOO EARLY FOR THIS.” Slider moaned loudly breaking it up before the couple by the cooker could bitch on about who was the better pilot once again.
“At least the RC F-14 model tomcat was bought with my own money, should be here any day now.” Mav grumbled as he moved to sit down.
“The what now?” Ice looked at Maverick in betrayal.
“You wouldn’t let me keep the F-14 so I got a model F-14.” Mav shrugged, wincing as his bad arm moved.
“Your only allowed to keep the jet once Grumman gut it's interiors and mechanics, there are protocols in place to prevent F-14 parts from ending up back in the enemies’ hands, you’re getting it as a garden statue for the front of the office building in North Island.” Ice sighed as he sagged over the stove.
“I know your just as disappointed we didn’t get to keep it as an actual active jet. So, RC F-14 it was.” Mav smirked.
“Is that why you had me clean out a corner of the hangar the other day and said it was that or two hundred push ups?” Bradley asked as the rest of the people around the table looked at Maverick in delight and surprise.
“DIBS FIRST FLIGHT!” Chipper screamed over the table.
Then chaos erupted at the table as all the admirals started arguing over who would get to fly the RC jet first.
Mav and Ice looked at the other pilot at the table in betrayal as Slider burst out laughing at the identical looks of disappointment on their faces as there hard made breakfasts ended up being turned into weapons of war at the table in the hands of there friends.
“Is it always like a rodeo here with you admirals?” Jake asked Hollywood.
“Oh yes, it is cowboy, welcome to the family kid.” Wood smirked as he ruffled the blonde’s hair.