Icemav Oneshots

Iceman and Maverick, two blind lovebirds

How do you make pasta? Maverick's been searching through every cookbook he ownes. Which is exactly one.
Usually he would just go and order some take away food or something but today was different.
Goose asked him take care of little Bradley tonight, because Goose and Carole wanted to go out for dinner, now that she could finally visit him for once. And who would Maverick be to deny that wish?
But the reason for the pasta drama was that Mav, smart as ever, decided to let Bradley pick what to eat for dinner. And Bradley wanted Pasta with tomato sauce.
So he tried his best, searched every millimeter of his mind for any kind of memory from his mother making tomato sauce.
"Why are you looking like that, uncle Mav?" Came the question from the boy. "Well, thats how I look." Pete gave back with a grin tugging at his lip. "Okay." Then it was silent for a few minutes in which Mav continued to frustrated read the book. "Mav I'm hungry." Bradley commented with a small wine in his voice. "Yeah, yeah you're right, I'm at it."
And with that Pete just did what came to the pilots mind. He ran around the kitchen, took a pot and a pan. At least I know how to cook noodles.., he thought to himself.

Time went by, Mav still ran around the kitchen hurriedly like a headless chicken. At this point he already started all over twice. The second time he even managed to light the pan on fire, which led to a very unmanly scream from thr pilot and a giggle from baby Goose. Bradley sat on the counter and watched suspisiously, when the doorbell rang.
Pete looked up, wondering who might want to meet him at this time of the day. If it was so urgend why not earlier and not while he was trying to cook! Mind full of questions, he went to open, completly forgetting about the stove.
He was completly caught of guard by who stood at the doorstep. It was noone less the Iceman. Aka. the man Maverick had head over heals fallen for. He just stood there and Maverick thought it was the sexiest thing he could have done in that moment. Pete found himself unable to do anything less, that to stare at this gorgeous, gorgeous man with open mouth. But was soon desturbed by a awkward cough that got him back to reality.
"Hi" Ice said "I'd like to talk about something with you."
"Oh, yeah shit I-I mean hi, yeah well do you wana come in maybe?" Great stark Maverick, pull yourself together for once!
"I already thought you'd never ask." Ice laughed it of a bit.
Just the n there was a scream from the kitchen. "Maaaaaaav!"
Then it came back, the pasta, the stove, shit Bradley was in the kitchen! "Oh fucking hell no.. I'm comming Brad!" Mav ran back to the kitchen, Iceman close up behind him.
The pan burned the second time this day. And before Maverick could do amything, Ice took over, got the pan and handled the situation for the sake of everybody. "Dude, Mav were you trying to cook?" He asked half stunned, half grinning. "Yeahh, well trying might be the best you could say.." Mav scratched the back of his head, Ice let out a short laugh and Bradley just looked confused.
"Uncle Mav who is this?" He asked, pointing at Iceman shily. Maverick got him up on his arm to calm him. " Dont worry Brad, its just a friend form Top Gun. He might seem a bit scary, but he doesn't bite" the last comment just couldn't be kept in. And Ice must have got the meaning.
„ Don't worry little Bradshaw, I dont bite kids." came the answer from the slightly grinning Iceman.
„Oh but children are the only exeption?" mav playfully asked „ So once Bradley doesn't pay attention you'll bite some of my limps of?" the smaller continued, once again not knowing when a joke is over. „Yeah, maybe.." the Iceman answered, with slightly red cheeks, thinking at the picture of him playfully biting Pete's neck..

Ice had a reason to be here after all. He wanted to ask the smaller pilot out to a date. A real date. The kind of date, where both people know that it's a date. With the intention of something romantic.

„Maaaaav im hungryyyyy!!" little Bradley took them both back to reallity. „Yeah Brads, i know. How about we order take out after all?"
„I can cook for you guys. .. well, if you want me to.. if not, like it's no problem, like.. I can also come by sometime else.. if you want to.." Ice stumbled through his sentence, obviously nervous about something Mav couldn't wrap his head around. Although he did find it so adorable.
God he adored this man.
„What, really?! You would cook for me?? Ice thats amazing, thank you Ice, thank you!" mav bursted out, wanting to wrap himself around the blonde. „ well actually I'm just trying to safe you from sad children eyes, I'm not really cooking for you." came the playfull comment.
Mav and Ice have gotten good friends( both wish, it was more.) and Mav realized that Ice has his own way of beeing really funny.
He loved it.
„In any way, I owe you my life for making bradley happy." mav said.
Ice grinned slightly. „ So whats on the menu today?" „ Tomato noodleeeeees!"
„Really Mav, you couldn't manage pasta with Tomato sauce?" Now Ice wasn't grinning anymore. He was laughing at Maverick.
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Mav and Bradley set the table,For three people, while Ice got to work with the sauce, the noodles where actually eatable.
Mav was just trying to find a candle in the „living eara"- the space behind the kitchen, big enough for a couch, tv, and a Shelf with some books and other shit Pete never touches, when Bradley asked:" Is this man your Husband, Mav?"
Maverick had to caugh at what the small fella said. „What, how did you get that Idea Brads? No, Tom is not my Husband, just a good friend."
„ but you look at him like mommy always looks at daddy aaaand you've been looking for a candle for soooo long now."
Wow, Maverick didn't know that he could get hot cheeks from something a 4-year old would say.
„ No Badls, he is not my Husband." Pete said, a bit down for some reason. He hoped Ice didn' t hear their little conversation,