SOMETHING BIGGER THAN ME 1

 Part 2 of The Lies We Told Each Other

Famdon: Top Gun (Movies)

Relationships:
Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Original Female Character(s), Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Characters:
Ron "Slider" Kerner, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Original Female Character(s), Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags:
Secret Identity, Angst with a Happy Ending, Secret Relationship, DADT Repeal, September 11 Attacks

Summary:

Bradley goes to the University of Virginia because Mav and Ice want him to join the Navy with informed consent of what you miss out on by being in the closet.
Then he meets her.
"Wait, wait. I do not even know your name."
"That's easy, you're Agent B and I'm Blue."
She caresses his noticeable erection above the fabric of his pants.
"Do you want me to use my mouth to talk to you or to do it with you?"
"Well…"

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Chapter 1: 2001, August 

Bradley closes the bottom drawer and flops down on the bed, exhausted and satisfied.

"Dude, you fucking overachiever," Travis tells him in a startled voice.

His roommate is standing in the doorway with a pizza box in his hands. His eyes go from Brad's section of the room —clothes tucked away, bookshelf arranged alphabetically, bed made— to his own half, where boxes of books and clothes still occupy the unmade bed.

Brad makes a satisfied noise but doesn't get up.

"I come from a military family," he explains, "I've been making my bed since I was five years old. Does that have pepperoni?"

Travis smiles, walks inside, and closes the door with his foot. He puts the pizza box on the coffee table they share and takes two bottles of soda from the side pockets of his pants.

"Protein is necessary for the study, right?"

"Unless it's the study of chaos in small spaces," Brad points to the other side of the room. "I don't know what you mean. Classes start in two weeks."

"My friend, the university is a comprehensive experience," replies the other while taking out a triangle of pizza and trying to prevent the cheese from falling on his shirt. "It is not limited to classes. We came to campus early to get acquainted with the community. He takes a bite and continues talking with his mouth full. "For example," takes several pamphlets from another pocket and hands them to Brad, "welcome parties and recruiting!"

Bradley flips through the ads as he chews. The first order of business: to rule out the Greek frat parties.

His Dad warned him of the dangers of these fraternities, which he dismissively described as an explosive mix of irresponsible teenagers and influential families. Ice was more direct and told him about the crimes in the headquarters of rich fraternities, which the same universities avoid investigating for the fear of losing donations. He made it clear that if anything happened to him, he would have the full support of the "Family of '86" (which now includes even a Democratic senator), but advised him to keep his distance.

Brad didn't come to the University of Virginia to join a group where he would have to obey orders and hierarchies. For that, he would have gone straight to Annapolis. Mav wants him to try civilian life, which is code for "life without DADT's shadow hanging over your head." Although Brad fervently wants to serve his country and honor his family, he admits that there is a world beyond the manicured lawns of the San Diego Naval Base golf club that he knows nothing about.

Iná Sarah summed it up with a very cool phrase "They want you to join the navy with informed consent of what you miss out on by being in the closet."

Even after eliminating the Greeks, in the two weeks until school starts, about twenty themed homecoming parties are scheduled. More than enough to "get to know the community," as Travis put it.

He books "Engineering of the Future" because he came to study it.

Also, let's go to "Video Games for All."

"Pool party"? Noted!

"Save the Earth with a Mojito"? He never felt more ecological awareness.

"Take your alien out of the closet"? Bradley slowly reads the event description and puts his finger on the little rainbow at the bottom of the page.

He looks up at his roommate: Travis has his back to him, busy getting the boxes off his bed so he can spread a blanket and lie down. Very slowly, Bradley folds the ad and puts it in a pants pocket. Better if Travis doesn't even know.

Thanks to Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones, you can now go to an alien-themed party in a black suit and glasses. Bradley knows he stands out among the dozen or so other "Men in Black" he saw coming in while guarding the driveway -he waited fifteen minutes in his truck to confirm it wasn't a setup and there were no protesters around- because he owns a pair of Predators 2 original sunglasses -the whole family bought them after seeing the film-, to which he adds the martial stance he learned growing up between naval bases and military events. As soon as he enters the party, he notices many participants with clear desires to have their planetary status "certified" by him.

Satisfied with that initial impression, he goes to the bar and studies the offers. The drinks have little variety but have been imaginatively renamed to fit the event's theme.

-Give me a Luke Skywalker lightsaber.

He pays, turns to face the dance floor, leaning against the bar, and slowly drinks his lemon soda with a splash of white rum.

With the excuse of bringing aliens out of the closet, this party is about as LGBTQ as an event that doesn't advertise itself as LGBTQ, except for a discreet rainbow at the bottom of the page, can be. The costumes disregard traditional gender roles and use a lot of phosphorescent fabric. About half the audience appears to be straight, but Bradley fails to detect even an awkward reaction to same-sex couples outright groping.

In the background is a table with a giant rainbow of balloons gathered inside a net made of silver ropes. It is absolutely outrageous and obvious in its objective. Bradley begins to stroll toward the fancy information booth. Expecting to go home with a pamphlet or two from local LGBTQ organizations well hidden.

Halfway, he stops.

She is dancing with a group. Seven of them have coordinated their costumes: a similar model in the seven colors of the rainbow. All the outfits are metallic in color, with a rigid conical torso without sleeves or straps, with flared and very short skirts. They also wear round-cut wigs the same color as their clothing, with antennae ending in pompoms. Bradley has eyes only for the light body, clad in metallic blue, with her back to him.

To stand still in the middle of a ballroom is to become a beacon. The group notices his presence and starts throwing curious glances at him. Since he doesn't move or hide his interest in a specific person, they start talking to each other with amused giggles. Finally, Blue turns to him with a determined expression and mischievous eyes.

"Can I help you with something, Agent?"

It's not even eight, but they leave without looking back.

Bradley can barely open the tailgate of the truck. Blue climbs over him like a tree, and they fall inside laughing. An idea manages to make its way through the excitement produced by her scent and the hands caressing his torso.

"The door is open," and he tries to get up.

Blue growls and stops him with an unexpectedly strong hand on his chest. Then she arches and closes the door, still looking at him. Her smile, framed in blue lipstick, makes him almost painfully excited.

"God, how beautiful." Bradley puts his hands behind her neck to give her another kiss.

After exploring their mouths, Blue kisses his neck and struggles to loosen his tie. Bradley manages to sit up, remove his jacket, and open his shirt and pants. Blue sits on his thighs and rubs against his erection with a steady, overwhelming rhythm. Bradley puts a hand in her crotch. He recognizes the texture of lace-lined satin, and the wetness of the fabric makes him proud, but the piece is too tight, and he can't get his fingers through. He decides to try from behind, to lower it from the rear. Blue slaps him.

"No."

"But I want…"

"Only the upper half," Blue warns and reinforces her instruction by placing Bradley's hands on her shoulders.

“Okay, okay…”

He tries to open the top of the dress. Finally, it touches some brooches on the back, opening the piece. It's a fully rigid corset that pulls into the front seat. Blue is wearing a blue lace ensemble, drenched in sweat. The upper cut highlights her small breasts, with dark nipples.

Too small.

A sudden panic freezes Bradley.

"Wait, wait." He pushes his hands away so he can think clearly. "How old are you?"

"What?" Blue looks at him blankly, then her eyes go from Bradley's frightened face to her chest. "Oh! Yes, they are tiny. You do not like them?"

"What I'd like is for you to tell me your age," Bradley insists.

He can already imagine the faces of Mav, Sarah, and Ice if he goes home for having sex with a minor. On second thought, he won't see their faces because he won't be able to return home. Never!

Blue pouts.

"Seventeen, honey. Only university students could enter, remember?"

Yes, Brad remembers. Okay. Take a deep breath.

"If you don't like them…" Blue gestures to reach for her corset.

"I like them!" He hastens to say. "I like them a lot. It's just that… well," he smiles awkwardly for breaking the atmosphere. "I don't want to get in trouble. So… I just wanted to check that you are the right age for this type of game."

"But what a gentleman I found." she smiles again, and although the blue is already a stain around her mouth, Bradley finds himself mesmerized by his lips. "However, today, I am the one who will ride, Agent."

Blue puts his hands on her small breasts, leans on Bradley's shoulders, and renews the movement of her hips against his erection.

Sometime later, the orgasm left Bradley drained. Blue is a comforting weight on his chest, and he caresses her lace-wrapped back with lazy fingers.

A tap of knuckles on the glass snaps him out of his drowsiness. Try to distinguish with the dim light from the street if it is the police. No, it's someone from the group dancing in metallic dresses. He rolls down the window.

"Yeah?"

"We came to pick up Blue," Red says softly. His smile is somewhat strange because the color of his lips is confused with his dyed mustache.

Bradley nods and pats her.

"Hey! It's time for you to go home."

Blue stirs, growls, and finally opens his eyes.

"What time is it?" she asks hoarsely.

"Ten," Red says before Brad looks at his watch.

Blue's eyes widen, and she rushes to retrieve her corset. She slides off Bradley's thighs and begins to put it on. That's not the time. Brad knows they spent less than hour on this. He understands it is a code but is not strange among people who hide their identity, so he does not say anything. Instead, he finds the metallic blue heels on the car's floor and passes them over.

"Thank you." Blue's hoarse voice seems incredibly sexy to him.

Before she leaves, Brad puts a hand on her arm.

"Can I give you my number?" he asks in a spur of courage.

Red lets out a short giggle. Blue looks at him in surprise but takes a small cell phone from some hidden pocket in her dress and passes it to him. Brad rushes to enter his contact under Agent B and activates the call button. He waits to hear the tone of his own phone before returning the device.

He doesn't tell Travis where he went.

He receives a text five days later. It contains a time and a postal address. Bradley goes crazy looking for a map of Charlottesville. It ends in a cargo area. Blue waits for him with her back leaning against a wire fence. She's wearing her metallic blue wig, but this time the clothes are pink, and it's like a neon sign amid the lead-gray of the containers. She's wearing a ruffled strappy blouse, tight pants that look like she was born with them, and ankle boots.

She gets into the truck and leans in to kiss him without saying a word. Her hands go directly to the fly of Brad's jeans.

"Wait wait. I do not even know your name."

"That's easy, you're Agent B and I'm Blue."

She caresses his noticeable erection above the fabric of his pants.

"Do you want me to use my mouth to talk to you or to do it with you?"

"Well…"

But Blue doesn't wait for his answer. She opens the zipper and swallows Bradley's dick in one.

"Ooooh! God!"

The orgasm comes too soon.

Blue swallows it all, wipes the corner of her mouth with the bottom of Bradley's shirt, and leaves without saying a word. She gets lost among the dumpsters, and Bradley hears a car engine driving away.

He slumps over the steering wheel, defeated. This was not how he imagined this encounter.

Two days later, Bradley decides to go on the offensive: he texts her a time and the address of a discreet off-campus cafe. Blue does not appear.

The next day he receives another appointment. It's near a park, but at eight at night, families are long gone. As Blue sits beside him, Bradley places a package on her thighs.

"I don't know what you prefer, so I brought you a classic hamburger, a chicken sandwich, and a vegetarian burger." he points to the space between the seats. "There, you have water and soda."

He opens his own package and takes a bite.

Blue alternately looks at Bradley and at the package in her lap.

"What's going on?"

"We have a date," he replies with his mouth full.

"A date?" repeats Blue slowly.

"Yes, you know. That thing people use to get to know each other and decide if they want to have sex."

"We already had sex."

"That's why I know I want to date you," Brad smiles.

Blue blinks, confusion clear on his face. Finally, she sighs and opens her package.

"Did you bring extra ketchup?"

Things get better from that day on.

They do not reveal their legal names, dormitory addresses, or where they are from. Instead, they talk about movies, books, what they see in the clouds, and what you feel when floating in the sea for a long time.

They have sex on approximately 50% of dates.

Blue never lets him touch anything between her waist and knees.

Classes start on Monday, August 20, but they make it work.

Bradley tells her that he grew up on the other side of the country he will study engineering and political science. Blue explains that she chose Virginia because she is far from her family. She came to study economics and with a minor in linguistics.

Their relationship takes place almost entirely inside the truck. They buy take-out food, visit the green areas around campus, or watch outdoor cinema screenings.