Disclaimer: The characters portrayed in this story don't belong to me, I'm
just playing with them for a while.
I'm back! I'm sure you read my little message, saying that I was reported and my account blocked, but I'm back, can't keep me down. Anyways, my not being able to post gave me lots of time to write. Here's an example of that - a nice little T/H story - my favourite pairing after H/M. I decided to write something sort of graphic - it's nowhere near HOTN, but it's the most I've ever done. So, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Here we go.
Our Story
Chapter 1:Discovery
Hawkeye's POV
Well, we hid it as long as we could. It was hard to conceal - it required a lot of lies and quick thinking, alibis and fake explanations. Sneaking around is bad, but getting caught is worse. Not quite right in the act - we hadn't been there long enough to get that far, but far enough to put us in a very compromising position.
I know we're both thinking back to the beginning. Frank, Hotlips and Henry were all gone to Tokyo, Frank and Hotlips for a week of R&R, and Henry for a conference. This left me and Trapper as the only doctors. This wasn't a problem - the peace talks were on, and a temporary ceasefire was called. Some wounded drifted through the camp, but never too many at once.
One day, three casualties showed up - two superficial, and one with a really bad chest wound. I took that one immediately, while Trapper treated the other two. The kid insisted on dying, despite my trying, and, dejected and depressed, I headed for the Swamp. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Trapper's POV
Hawkeye nearly ripped the door off its hinges as he came in, ignoring the blood that had dried on his face, presumably from his patient, and threw himself on his bunk. I stood, martini in hand, unsure of what to do. I sat on his bunk. He flipped over, presenting me with his back. An overwhelming urge to stroke that back reasuringly overtook me, but I repressed it, settling instead with asking questions.
"Did you lose him?" He nodded. "He hemorrhaged. Nothing I could do. Now piss off." I shook my head, amazed at how stubborn he was. "No way. C'mon, let it out, you're not doing yourself any good bottling it up." He opened his eyes, and they flashed furiously, turning into deep pools of anger and frustration. "You're lucky I bottle things up, or I'd have you flat on your back right now," he snarled, not realising what he had said. Stupidly, I also didn't realize, didn't realize the implications of what I was saying, how much I was revealing - until the word was out of my mouth. "Promise?" * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Hawkeye's POV
My heart leapt at his comment. I didn't think it was possible that he might feel the same way I did. I wasn't even sure how I felt. I was so confused - why did the nurses fail to get me excited any longer? Why did my heart flutter when Trapper walked into the room? Why couldn't I keep my eyes off him, his deep brown eyes, his beautifully shaped lips, his toned arms, his muscled abdomen - and lower. Taking a deep breath, I met the gaze he fixed on me.
Fawn brown eyes met antique blue, and my heart began to race. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Trapper's POV
My breathing quickened as those blue eyes locked with mine. I slowly placed my hand on his knee, rubbing softly. When he didn't pull back, as I expected, I carefully slid my hand up higher, brushing the inside of his thigh.
He didn't stop me, never tore his eyes from mine. Taking a chance, I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his, my tongue exploring his mouth. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Hawkeye's POV
Heaven. Pure ectasy. My mouth was filled with the taste of Trapper's lips - a taste I didn't even know I had been craving for so long. I grabbed the back of his curly head, keeping his mouth locked on mine. Taking charge, I flipped him onto his back, my lips leaving his, turning my attention on his throat. I experimented, kissing his Adam's apple, drawing my tongue across his collarbone, enjoying the shivers I provoked.
I reached the collar of his olive drab shirt. "Don't you hate things that get in the way?" I muttered, breathing softly on his neck. He raised his head, clearly confused. "Traffic jams, crowds..this shirt." I tugged at the bottom of it. He caught my drift, slightly raising his body so I could pull the shirt up and over his head. I pulled my own shirt off. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Trapper's POV
True to his word, he had me flat on my back - athough not in the way he originally meant. Not that either of us really minded. This was far better. This - his lips moving over my body, touching all the right places. This - our hands roaming places neither of us ever thought they would roam. This - the two of us feeling things we never thought we could feel.
I could now see why the nurses of the 4077th gossiped about him, why he had the reputation he had. I could not see, however, why most of the time, the nurses turned him down. Boy, they had no idea what they were missing. Of course, I expected nothing less. You couldn't have the reputation Hawk had, and there not be a reason for it. And now I had the 4077th's best lover here with me.
After many hours of fevered lovemaking, we lay together, still sweaty from the physical exertion. His head rested on my chest, while I lay my cheek on his silken black hair. We were so close, almost one, and I knew we both wished we could stay like that forever. But t'was not to be. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Hawkeye's POV
Now, we are frozen, me in just my pants, Trapper in even less. I am propped up on my elbows, Trapper is lying on top of me, his hands on my belt buckle, our lips attached. We exchange a frightened glance. Of all the people who could have caught us, this was the worst one. No. Actually, Frank or Hotlips would have been worse. But this was bad. Very bad.
Radar stood at the door, scared expression on his face. I was worried - he couldn't have looked any more scared if he was in front of a firing squad. I wished his face showed disgust, uncomprehension - anything but fear. I didn't want my "little brother" to be afraid of me.
"'Scuse me," he muttered, backing out of the door. As soon as he left, Trapper collapsed. "Shit,"he groaned against my stomach. "That kid will be scarred for life now." I wriggled out from under my lover. "I have to talk to him." I threw my shirt back on, preparing to leave. Trapper's hand on my arm stopped me. "Look down," he advised. I glanced down and grimaced. I almost walked out in to the compound with a hard - on."I'll get rid of it," he suggested, licking his lips. I stared. "We've just been caught necking by a 19 year old boy, and all you can think of is sex? I think I'll wear my robe." I grabbed it off the hook, and headed for Radar's office.
I walked in to find him sitting on his bunk, face buried in his hands. I wanted to comfort him, but knew I shouldn't touch him - he might get the wrong idea. I settled with clearing my throat loudly. He looked up. "Radar, we have to talk." He refused to meet my glance. "I don't wanna know about it," he mumbled. "Radar, what you saw..you can't tell anyone. Not even Henry." He finally looked me in the eye. "I know. I'm not a kid. I know that much." I stood there, unsure of what to do. "Radar, this doesn't change anything - you don't have to be afraid of us." He bit his lip. "Yeah, but what if.." he trailed off. I knew instantly what he was afraid of. "Never. We wouldn't do that to you." Here was this poor kid, thinking we were gonna hit on him. I patted his shoulder. "It's not wrong, you know. It's just..a different way of loving someone. And everybody has to love someone." He nodded. "I know. I just need some time to, you know, get used to it." He grinned carefully up at me. I grinned back, assuring him that things were the same between us. "I'll see you later, Radar." He nodded. I walked back to the Swamp, blissfully happy that that was fixed. But that was only the beginning of our problems.
***TBC***
Hahahahaha! Cliffhanger! Please review!
I'm back! I'm sure you read my little message, saying that I was reported and my account blocked, but I'm back, can't keep me down. Anyways, my not being able to post gave me lots of time to write. Here's an example of that - a nice little T/H story - my favourite pairing after H/M. I decided to write something sort of graphic - it's nowhere near HOTN, but it's the most I've ever done. So, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Here we go.
Our Story
Chapter 1:Discovery
Hawkeye's POV
Well, we hid it as long as we could. It was hard to conceal - it required a lot of lies and quick thinking, alibis and fake explanations. Sneaking around is bad, but getting caught is worse. Not quite right in the act - we hadn't been there long enough to get that far, but far enough to put us in a very compromising position.
I know we're both thinking back to the beginning. Frank, Hotlips and Henry were all gone to Tokyo, Frank and Hotlips for a week of R&R, and Henry for a conference. This left me and Trapper as the only doctors. This wasn't a problem - the peace talks were on, and a temporary ceasefire was called. Some wounded drifted through the camp, but never too many at once.
One day, three casualties showed up - two superficial, and one with a really bad chest wound. I took that one immediately, while Trapper treated the other two. The kid insisted on dying, despite my trying, and, dejected and depressed, I headed for the Swamp. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Trapper's POV
Hawkeye nearly ripped the door off its hinges as he came in, ignoring the blood that had dried on his face, presumably from his patient, and threw himself on his bunk. I stood, martini in hand, unsure of what to do. I sat on his bunk. He flipped over, presenting me with his back. An overwhelming urge to stroke that back reasuringly overtook me, but I repressed it, settling instead with asking questions.
"Did you lose him?" He nodded. "He hemorrhaged. Nothing I could do. Now piss off." I shook my head, amazed at how stubborn he was. "No way. C'mon, let it out, you're not doing yourself any good bottling it up." He opened his eyes, and they flashed furiously, turning into deep pools of anger and frustration. "You're lucky I bottle things up, or I'd have you flat on your back right now," he snarled, not realising what he had said. Stupidly, I also didn't realize, didn't realize the implications of what I was saying, how much I was revealing - until the word was out of my mouth. "Promise?" * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Hawkeye's POV
My heart leapt at his comment. I didn't think it was possible that he might feel the same way I did. I wasn't even sure how I felt. I was so confused - why did the nurses fail to get me excited any longer? Why did my heart flutter when Trapper walked into the room? Why couldn't I keep my eyes off him, his deep brown eyes, his beautifully shaped lips, his toned arms, his muscled abdomen - and lower. Taking a deep breath, I met the gaze he fixed on me.
Fawn brown eyes met antique blue, and my heart began to race. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Trapper's POV
My breathing quickened as those blue eyes locked with mine. I slowly placed my hand on his knee, rubbing softly. When he didn't pull back, as I expected, I carefully slid my hand up higher, brushing the inside of his thigh.
He didn't stop me, never tore his eyes from mine. Taking a chance, I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his, my tongue exploring his mouth. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Hawkeye's POV
Heaven. Pure ectasy. My mouth was filled with the taste of Trapper's lips - a taste I didn't even know I had been craving for so long. I grabbed the back of his curly head, keeping his mouth locked on mine. Taking charge, I flipped him onto his back, my lips leaving his, turning my attention on his throat. I experimented, kissing his Adam's apple, drawing my tongue across his collarbone, enjoying the shivers I provoked.
I reached the collar of his olive drab shirt. "Don't you hate things that get in the way?" I muttered, breathing softly on his neck. He raised his head, clearly confused. "Traffic jams, crowds..this shirt." I tugged at the bottom of it. He caught my drift, slightly raising his body so I could pull the shirt up and over his head. I pulled my own shirt off. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Trapper's POV
True to his word, he had me flat on my back - athough not in the way he originally meant. Not that either of us really minded. This was far better. This - his lips moving over my body, touching all the right places. This - our hands roaming places neither of us ever thought they would roam. This - the two of us feeling things we never thought we could feel.
I could now see why the nurses of the 4077th gossiped about him, why he had the reputation he had. I could not see, however, why most of the time, the nurses turned him down. Boy, they had no idea what they were missing. Of course, I expected nothing less. You couldn't have the reputation Hawk had, and there not be a reason for it. And now I had the 4077th's best lover here with me.
After many hours of fevered lovemaking, we lay together, still sweaty from the physical exertion. His head rested on my chest, while I lay my cheek on his silken black hair. We were so close, almost one, and I knew we both wished we could stay like that forever. But t'was not to be. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Hawkeye's POV
Now, we are frozen, me in just my pants, Trapper in even less. I am propped up on my elbows, Trapper is lying on top of me, his hands on my belt buckle, our lips attached. We exchange a frightened glance. Of all the people who could have caught us, this was the worst one. No. Actually, Frank or Hotlips would have been worse. But this was bad. Very bad.
Radar stood at the door, scared expression on his face. I was worried - he couldn't have looked any more scared if he was in front of a firing squad. I wished his face showed disgust, uncomprehension - anything but fear. I didn't want my "little brother" to be afraid of me.
"'Scuse me," he muttered, backing out of the door. As soon as he left, Trapper collapsed. "Shit,"he groaned against my stomach. "That kid will be scarred for life now." I wriggled out from under my lover. "I have to talk to him." I threw my shirt back on, preparing to leave. Trapper's hand on my arm stopped me. "Look down," he advised. I glanced down and grimaced. I almost walked out in to the compound with a hard - on."I'll get rid of it," he suggested, licking his lips. I stared. "We've just been caught necking by a 19 year old boy, and all you can think of is sex? I think I'll wear my robe." I grabbed it off the hook, and headed for Radar's office.
I walked in to find him sitting on his bunk, face buried in his hands. I wanted to comfort him, but knew I shouldn't touch him - he might get the wrong idea. I settled with clearing my throat loudly. He looked up. "Radar, we have to talk." He refused to meet my glance. "I don't wanna know about it," he mumbled. "Radar, what you saw..you can't tell anyone. Not even Henry." He finally looked me in the eye. "I know. I'm not a kid. I know that much." I stood there, unsure of what to do. "Radar, this doesn't change anything - you don't have to be afraid of us." He bit his lip. "Yeah, but what if.." he trailed off. I knew instantly what he was afraid of. "Never. We wouldn't do that to you." Here was this poor kid, thinking we were gonna hit on him. I patted his shoulder. "It's not wrong, you know. It's just..a different way of loving someone. And everybody has to love someone." He nodded. "I know. I just need some time to, you know, get used to it." He grinned carefully up at me. I grinned back, assuring him that things were the same between us. "I'll see you later, Radar." He nodded. I walked back to the Swamp, blissfully happy that that was fixed. But that was only the beginning of our problems.
***TBC***
Hahahahaha! Cliffhanger! Please review!