DISCLAIMER: I don't own MASH...simple as that.
Okay this was an R-rated story that I cleaned up so that it was appropriate for ff.n. This is the longest story I've written so far and I love it to pieces. As I do with all my work. Please R & R...
Another long day in surgery was over for Hawkeye. He pulled off his horrible blood stained gloves and sat down on the bench with a huge sigh. Hawk closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of his fellow surgeons bustling around him.
'You did beautifully today Major.' Margaret's unmistakable gushing about Frank's non-existent surgical skills.
'Thank you Major.' was Frank's snivelling reply. Hawkeye would have rolled his eyes had he been more awake.
Then Hawkeye heard the sound of worn out combat boots scuffing across the floor. He knew immediately that this was Trapper; he always dragged his feet when he walked, especially when he was exhausted.
'Hard day at the office Trap?' asked Hawkeye, not bothering to open his eyes. He felt Trapper sit next to him.
'Yeah the usual, belly wounds caused by bullets, amputations brought on by grenades.' Replied Trapper regretfully. Hawkeye opened his eyes and turned to face Trapper. His best friend's face was droopy and tired and his brown eyes were filled with sadness for the young soldiers.
'You look like you could use a drink Trap.' Said Hawkeye, there was the hint of a smile playing about his mouth and Trapper couldn't help but return it.
'Sounds like a great night in, shall we?' Trapper stood up and offered his arm to Hawkeye. Hawkeye laughed.
'Thank you kindly, sir.' He replied in an accent not unlike a southern belle.
'Look at those two degenerates.' Mumbled Frank to Margaret as they both watched the two Captains leave the scrub room arm in arm.
'It's like a ritual, sew up patients, get drunk, and sleep off hangover.' Replied Margaret in an equally as disgusted tone but louder.
Hawkeye doubled back and sized up the Majors. 'That is an unfair presumption! Today we are going to get drunk, sew up patients and then sleep off the hangover.'
Trapper had doubled back too. 'You know that variety is the spice of life.'
'Frank does don't you Frank?' said Hawkeye slyly without missing a beat.
'Oh nerts to you both!' Frank replied lamely whilst Margaret harrumphed.
'Careful Frank with language like that I might have to wash your mouth out with soap.' Said Trapper who was trying unsuccessfully to suppress his giggles.
'Come on Trap, the still is calling.' Said Hawkeye who was now halfway out the door and motioning to his friend.
Trapper gave a gay wave to Margaret and Frank and followed Hawkeye out the door.
'Those two need a vacation.' Said Trapper simply, he scratched his head absently.
'Are you kidding?' Frank would fight nail and tooth to get back here!' said Hawkeye who opened the door to the Swamp for Trapper.
'Good point.' Replied Trapper, he collapsed on his cot and sighed loudly.
'Comfortable?' asked Hawkeye as he poured the clear liquid into two martini glasses.
'As comfortable as I'm gonna get on this bed of nails.' Mumbled Trapper who sat up and accepted the glass of gin that was offered to him by Hawkeye.
'Cheers.' Trap added before clinking glasses with the younger surgeon. Both men took a sip of their drinks and winced.
'This has to double as a paint stripper.' Commented Hawkeye who eyed the potent beverage with a mix of pride and distaste.
'Well if it gets me drunk I don't care what it tastes like.' Said Trapper before downing his entire glass in one gulp.
'Care for anymore sir?' asked Hawkeye who sounded like a British butler.
'Why I would love some more Jeeves, filler up!' Trapper held out his empty glass to Hawkeye who quickly filled it to the brim once again with gin.
Hawkeye topped up his own glass and sat opposite Trapper on his own cot. They surveyed each other in silence while they drank.
'How long have we been in this Hell hole Trap?' Hawk asked finally.
Trapper was quiet for a minute whilst he did the maths in his head. 'As of today four months, two weeks, five days.'
Hawkeye whistled. 'I could've sworn we'd been here a hundred years.'
'Yeah, it seems that way doesn't it?' Trapper leaned back on his cot and closed his eyes. Hawkeye couldn't help but stare at his friend. Trap looked so perfect sitting on his cot, his head leaning back against the side of the tent, his curly strawberry blonde hair messed up from wearing a surgical cap all day long. Neither Trapper nor Hawkeye had shaved in about four days but the stubble that was growing out of Trapper's chin seemed to be doing things for the young Captain. Trapper opened his eyes and noticed that Hawkeye was staring at him.
'Hey Hawk, you okay you look frazzled?' Said Trapper as he threw his legs over the side of his cot and surveyed Hawkeye carefully through those gorgeous brown eyes.
'Yeah I'm fine Trap, I'm just really tired.' Replied Hawkeye quickly.
'Well why don't you put that drink down and get some sleep?' Trapper laughed lightly at Hawkeye who blushed unintentionally.
'Perhaps you're right.' Hawkeye put his martini glass down next to the still and hopped under the covers of his cot. 'Good night Trap.' He whispered.
Trapper stared at Hawkeye's 'bed' in disbelief. He almost never puts a glass down without finishing off its contents first. Trapper concluded that he must be exhausted and decided to follow suit. When Hawkeye heard Trapper get into bed he opened his eyes and looked around the now dark tent. He had no intention of going to sleep this early in the night; he just wanted to avoid awkward conversation with Trapper. Hawkeye was still quite alarmed by his thoughts earlier but he tried to convince himself it was the exhaustion brought on by fourteen hours of meatball surgery.
Hawkeye lay in his cot for hours listening to Trapper breathing. It was slow and quiet almost melodic and its pattern was only disturbed by Frank's entrance at three o'clock that morning. Finally Hawkeye drifted into an uneasy sleep.
'Hey Hawk, wake up.' Trapper's voice was coming from above him. Hawkeye mumbled something unintelligible before opening his sapphire blue eyes.
'What do you want Trap?' Hawk asked grouchily.
'I wanted to give you something.' Replied Trapper secretively.
'Couldn't it wait a few more hours I'm trying to catch up on some much needed sleep?' Hawkeye tried to turn over but Trapper grabbed his shoulders and half pulled him up into a sitting position.
'Trap I'm trying to sleep can't it wait?' asked Hawkeye again but with a little less force.
'No it can't.' Trapper took Hawkeye's face in his hands and brought their lips together slowly. Hawkeye tensed and then relaxed when he tasted Trapper, his warm tongue caressed Hawk's mouth and the two Captains began grabbing at each other's clothes. Trapper got Hawkeye's shirt off and threw it on the floor before continuing to make out furiously with the younger man.
'Oh Hawkeye.' Trapper groaned. 'Hawkeye, Hawkeye, Hawkeye…'
Dun, dun, duuuun! TBC...Well I'd love to know what you think so far please R & R...