crossoverfic | [FIC] Icemen, PG13, Top Gun/X:Men (movie verse)

Title: Icemen
Author:

alesca_munroe
Fandoms: Top Gun, X:Men(movie 'verse)
Rating: PG13, for language and minorly questionable content
Warnings:
Character(s): Iceman(both of them), Pyro, mentions of Rogue, Maverick, and Charlie

Tom meets him in a bar, somewhere in upstate New York. He's not a kid, hasn't been for almost as long as Tom hasn't, but there's something boyish about him, even as he sulks in a booth, nursing a whiskey. So Tom makes it his business, and strolls over. "Don't worry, kid. The night is young, there's hope for you yet."

This earns him a glare. "I'm not looking to get laid," the younger blond says stiffly, glaring. Tom swears the room temperature drops a little. "And don't call me 'kid'."

Tom laughs and sits across from him. "Whatever. I'm Tom."

He still has an annoyed look on his face. "I thought I just said I wasn't looking to get laid."

"And trust me, kid, if you get laid tonight, it wouldn't be with me," Tom assures him. He has standards, after all. And while this kid is pretty nice-looking, Tom still has an agenda. And sleeping with some random kid in a bar is going to prove Pete right, and he'll still be with Charlie anyway, and Tom isn't going to follow that line of thought anymore tonight.

"...I'm Bobby," the younger man finally says, likely figuring that Tom isn't planning on leaving him in peace.

"So what's got your panties in a twist, Bobby?" Tom grins, full of teeth, mostly because of the agitated look on Bobby's face, and because if Tom were in a less generous mood, he'd be making fun of the other man's name. "Trouble with a girlfriend?" He looks Bobby over once, and Bobby flushes under the scrutiny. Tom mentally adds another tally mark to a sheet in his head. Score one for perception. He's been getting practice in this kind of thing, mostly with Pete- and he's not thinking of Pete-or Charlie- tonight. "Or is it a boyfriend?"

"Whatever, man, I'm not putting up with this." Bobby moves to go.

"What's the rush?" Tom asks idly even as his hand shoots out to grab his wrist. He smirks, though the skin under his hand is ice-cold. "Just a random guy in a random bar, right? You've got nothing to lose by spilling out your life story to a complete stranger. Maybe a little, or a lot, of your dignity when I mock you for it."

Bobby shakes him off, but sits down anyway. Score for charisma. "It's both."

Tom doesn't raise an eyebrow or anything (tiny tally mark for tact). "Sounds rough."

And he gets the abridged-and what he suspects is the highly edited- version of the story: had a (super) best friend; girl comes along and she's really cool, girlfriend material; things get messy with the (super) best friend, who ends up leaving right around the time Bobby realizes he maybe doesn't see the (super) best friend as just that; the girlfriend disappears over something utterly trivial that Bobby won't talk about; and then Bobby and the ex-(super) best friend get into an epic fight. Shit happens, things work out with both the girlfriend and (super) best friend, a few years pass, and now it's the (super) best friend/man crush-a little wheedling brought up his name as being John, how generic- with whom he's having a trivial fight(another topic Bobby won't go into) and he's pretty sure the girlfriend-Marie, her name turns out to be- has just dumped him.

Tom whistles and buys Bobby another drink. "Your life sucks."

Bobby scoffs. "I don't see girls falling over themselves for you, hotshot."

"The sky is my one true love," Tom says, gesturing dramatically at the ceiling. Wouldn't it be easier, he thinks ruefully, if that were honestly the case.

Bobby just looks at Tom for a long moment. "Timesharing your man crush with his girlfriend?"

He, maybe purposely, times this comment for when Tom is drinking and the next few moments are spent with Tom choking and he bets Bobby is wondering if he's killed Tom and made the world a better place(not that Tom's projecting or anything). Bobby smirks and takes a sip of his own drink while Tom curses his existence. "I'm right, though."

Tom snorts. "Yeah, so what?" This isn't going how he planned it, not at all. He wanted a little fun at someone else's expense, not his own.

"So I think as long as she's not a pilot, too, you're still winning. Because that feeling of flight isn't something she'll ever know."

A new voice breaks in. "Last call was an hour ago, boys," the bartender informs them, picking up glasses from the next table. "Pay up and head out."

It's chilly outside, but nothing Tom isn't used to from the decks of carriers. "Yo, Iceman!"

Both turn, but Bobby's face lights up when he sees who is approaching. "John." He shakes his head and walks forward. "You're not supposed to call me that."

Tom chokes on a laugh and John gives him a challenging look. "Something funny?"

"Iceman is my call sign," Tom answers, giving another sharp grin. This is just too funny. Of all the gin joints in all the world, only Tom would find someone in a similar situation with his call sign for a nick name. But John now looks like he's about to start setting stuff on fire- arson would be this guy's crime of choice, Tom bets. He claps Bobby on the shoulder. "Ditch Marie."

Bobby grins. "Tell your man crush."

"Oh gods," John says, eyebrows shooting to his hairline. "They weren't kidding when they said all the guys in the military were gay."

Bobby rolls his eyes and drags John off, muttering vague threats of freezing certain parts of John's anatomy. Tom checks his watch and wonders how long it would take to get to Top Gun from here.