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Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Hogan's Heroes. Except for the DVDs, but I don't think that counts.
This was originally written as a Hogan's Heroes Newkirk/Hogan story, but after thinking about it I decide it worked better with another fandom I write for. It's been bugging me lately though, that I changed it, so I'm changing it back.
Also, WARNING! This story contains slash! If you don't like slash don't read it and if you ignore this warning and read it anyway don't send me a review complaining about the slash because it was your choice to read it after reading this warning, it's not like I'm forcing you. "You must read this story or I will pelt you with Christmas ornaments!" :P This is different from my other slash stories also, because it's just slash fluff, nothing else. So seriously, if you don't like slash don't read this.
Oh and if anyone likes Hogan/Newkirk slash and BJ/Hawkeye slash from M*A*S*H I'd like to recommend "Where Angels Fear to Tread" by Misanthrope1. It's a great story.
Lungs
Lungs. He had lungs. Everybody had lungs.
So why couldn't he breathe?
"Newkirk?"
Oh yeah, that was why.
"God. I shouldn't have-I mean I thought-oh God. I'm sorry Newkirk. I didn't-I meant to-crap."
He couldn't say anything as he watched his commanding officer pace back and forth, rambling.
Then he found his lungs.
"Colonel?"
Hogan paused and turned to face the man leaning against his door.
"Newkirk I'm-"
"Am I awake?" he interrupted.
"What?"
"Sometimes, sometimes I have dreams like this and they're so vivid that I always think I'm awake until I wake up. But usually you don't apologize."
"You're awake Newkirk," Hogan said as the terror left his face.
Newkirk grinned, his lungs felt like they were about to explode, or maybe that was his heart.
"Finally," he said.
"Finally?" Hogan asked. "How long have you been having these dreams of yours?"
"How long have I known you?" Newkirk joked.
Colonel Hogan moved forward and put his hands on either side of Newkirk's head.
"Seriously. How long?"
"Alright," Newkirk said. "How long have I known you?"
"Newkirk."
"Minus a month."
Hogan grinned, "It's about the same for me."
Then, before Newkirk could respond, Hogan leaned forward and kissed him again.
...
Lungs. He had lungs. Everybody had lungs.
So why couldn't he breathe?
Hogan moved closer, pinning Newkirk to the door.
Oh yeah, that was why.
Newkirk pushed his hands through the other man's hair and pulled him closer.
That's when he decided...
He could do without lungs.