Top Gun: Rooster One Shots

*Lock & Key: Part Eleven - B.B.

WARNINGS: angst! smut! oral (m recieving), fingering, p-in-v penetrative sex. lotta love <3.
This is the final part :').

Maverick ran faster than he ever had in his entire life. And that's saying something.

He ran and ran towards the descending parachute in the distance, hoping to God that Bradley would be okay. After nearly 15 minutes of straight sprinting, Mav could see Bradley in the distance – attempting to bunch up his parachute. His heart lifted, knowing that he was okay – but his legs didn't stop moving.

"You alright?!" Mav shouted, still running as fast as his feet would allow.

"Yeah, I'm alright! Are you-?"

Maverick shoved Bradley with all of his might, and he plummeted into the snow behind him. Mav ripped his helmet off and stood, hunched over, and attempting to catch his breath. Running that distance with his full gear on was a workout and a half and Mav was beginning to feel his age.

Bradley struggled with taking his helmet off, still submerged in the snow.

"What the hell?" Bradley exclaimed, attempting to get up.

"What are you doing here?"

Bradley shook off the snow, aggravated at Mav's tone.

"What am I doing here?"

"I sacrificed myself for you! Not so you could be down here with me! You should be back on the carrier by now!" Mav shouted.

"I saved your life!" Bradley shouted back.

"I saved your life. That's the whole point." Mav argued, panting still.

"What the hell were you even thinking?"

"You told me not to think!" Bradley rebutted.

Mav stood panting, still staring up at Bradley but now with a guilty look on his face. He did tell him that. Shit.

Bradley threw his hands into the air and then placed them on his hips, staring up at the blue sky and watching as his breath formed a cloud in front of him. He couldn't believe this.

"Well...it's good to see you." Mav said.

Bradley nodded, looking at him again, "Good to see you, too."

They stood in silence, both catching their breaths and coming to terms with what just happened.

"So, what's the plan?" Bradley asked.

He looked around. Nothing but snow and tall trees surrounded them. Unless a search party was put out – which he doubted considering the circumstances – they were never going to get home.

"I know where we can go. Come on." Mav instructed, walking past Bradley.

Bradley watched his godfather walk away and towards whatever was in front of them. He groaned and caught up to him.

The next thing on their mind was you. They both thought about you at the same time.

"Is-"

"Hondo's taking care of her." Mav said before Bradley could even finish his thought.

He nodded, "Okay. Good. Do you think he knows we're okay?"

Mav stayed silent for a while as they walked, not exactly knowing the answer to that.

"He knows me, but he also knows this mission. He's aware of the risks so, who knows? They could be grieving us right now or they could be laughing and drinking tea for all I know."