Author: Holly
Email: shipperslut@hotmail.com
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Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Hawkeye/Trapper
Archive: Just tell me where it's going
Summary: No one can really tell what happens behind closed doors.
They laughed and joked with each other on a regular basis. Everyone knew they were best friends – they shared everything and did everything together. Shared clothes, shared food, shared drinks, shared showers. On occasion, usually when they were drunk (or at least on their way) they shared a dance.
Just friends – they always claimed this. They had to really, to stop the dishonourable discharges that would have followed them out of the army and back into America, to stop the word 'homosexual' being stamped on their permanent records. People had their own ideas about them, but no-one had ever seen anything, no-one had any proof that they really were together. There were only rumours, and rumours in this camp spread like wild fire.
No-one knew what happened behind closed doors. They didn't know that their stolen kisses were what got them through the days, didn't know that just a simple touch could calm the other. Each night was sacred, they kissed in darkness, hands entwining under the army-issue blankets. A glance over the patient in OR managed to reassure them more than words ever could.
They never outright said something, it was the way they said things that made people think. A comment with just a little too much emphasis on it. Jokes with the enlisted men that didn't really seem like jokes. Their protection of Radar – almost like parents to him, or at the least an aunt and uncle. The innate sense of timing they had with pranks on people and the jokes they told – it seemed closer than friendship.
And it was, it was just never a public thing. Which for them was odd, because everything that they did was public, neither being reserved. But they had to hide thins because it was classified as wrong.
To everyone else, they were friends and nothing more, although rumours did exists. But behind closed doors they were everything to each other – friends, confidantes, and lovers.