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He knew it was a bad idea.
"McIntyre! It's broad daylight!" Frank hissed. Trapper barely slowed his assault on Frank's clothing. "Yes, Frank. You're very observant."
Without ever actually telling him to stop, Frank tried to push Trapper's hands away from his fly. "Someone might come in and see us!"
Trapper put one hand on Frank's neck, his thumb resting on his Adam's apple. It was a gesture that Trapper was fond of. It made Frank nervous. Then Trapper smiled that smile, the one Frank secretly called his Hunter smile. It was usually directed at something he wanted and it unnerved and excited Frank to have it directed at him.
"It's ok," Trapper said, "Nobody's gonna come in here. Hawkeye's just started a shift and you and I are meant to be sleeping. Calm down. Everything's gonna be fine."
Frank made few further gestures of refusal before caving, as they both knew he would. He was self-conscious as Trapper removed both their clothes. Before had been at night and it seemed to Frank that certain activities belonged in the darkness. Daylight was just too clean, too innocent; too real. Trapper stood back a little to look at him and Frank had to fight the urge to cover himself.
Trapper's hand returned to Frank's throat. His other hand skimmed Frank's body, landing on his hip.
"Frank..." Trapper whispered, kissing his way from one ear to another. Frank made a noise that, like all his noises, Trapper took as a 'yes'. More kisses. "Have you ever given a blow-job?"
Frank pulled back slightly, startled. He gaped. Trapper laughed softly.
"What?" Trapper moved closer again and resumed his kisses. "It's not like you haven't done far, far worse." He moved his hand from Frank's hip to the cleft of his arse for emphasis.
It was true; Frank couldn't deny it. In for a penny, in for a pound. But this... this was just ... it was just... Trapper waited.
"I... I don't know what to do."
Trapper smiled. "It's ok. It's easy." Trapper guided Frank down to his knees while seating himself on the edge of the cot. "Just watch the teeth."
"Can I take my shoes off first?"
Trapper laughed. Both men removed their shoes and slid off their pants. Frank's hands trembled.
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Trapper made no noise, no motions of encouragement. But then, he made no noises of pain or discomfort either, so Frank assumed he wasn't doing anything wrong; he just wasn't doing anything right.
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. Still no words or moans from Trapper, but his breathing was louder than before.
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He was relieved and anxious when Trapper pushed him away. "Did I do it wrong?"
Trapper's response was to pull him up onto the cot and turn him so that he was on his hands and knees with his back towards Trapper.
"Not at all, Frank," he said as he nipped and kissed Frank's back. Frank trembled a little, knowing what was coming. He didn't know if he was ready for that again. Behind him Trapper was opening his bottle of unscented massage oil.
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Trapper was a ruthless lover, hard and uncompromising. It was so far removed from anything else Frank had ever experienced. Not the feigned pleasure from his Tokyo girls, not the dutiful, disdainful acquiescence from his wife or Margaret's demanding yet reassuring caresses. It was Frank who came.
Trapper just...stopped, as he had before. He rolled off Frank, who had, by this time, collapsed onto the mattress. Frank didn't question it, not sure he really wanted to know. Instead he prepared to go back to his own bunk.
"Stay."
Frank didn't question that either. He was surprised and happy and he did as he was told, lying back into the wet patch and waited for Trapper to decide whether to hold him or not. Trapper lay down beside him on the narrow cot with one arm on Frank's chest.
"Not for long, but stay for a little while."
Neither of them intended to fall asleep like that.
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"Oh my god."
Hawkeye stared at Frank, who stared back. "Pierce... what are you..." "Oh my god!"
Trapper woke up to see Hawkeye standing in front of his cot, his expression full of confusion and horror. Frank was still on his cot, still naked, but now he was sitting and clearly on the brink of panic.
Hawkeye started to shake his head. "This is not happening." he said, and ran out of the tent.
Frank panicked. "He's going to Colonel Blake! We're going to be court- martialled! What will my wife say? What...."
"Shut up Frank!" Trapper snapped, pulling on his trousers. "You stay here. I'll go deal with Hawkeye!"
Trapper pulled on his shirt and scanned the compound for Hawkeye. He hoped Frank was wrong, that Hawkeye wasn't with Henry. He spotted Hawkeye over the other side of the compound, by the mess tent.
Hawkeye was sitting on the ground, sprawled in the dirt. His legs were spread and bent, his elbows were between his knees, his hands on either side of his nose. It exaggerated his already lanky form to absurd proportions.
"Hawkeye..." "You...you..." Hawkeye was rocking slightly. "I'm sorry," Trapper said, although he wasn't sorry for doing it. He just never wanted to hurt Hawkeye. It was clear that his friend was in shock. Hawkeye looked at him as though just realising something.
"You fucked him..." "Hawkeye..." Trapper looked around. People were starting to notice them. "You f..."
"Can we not do this in the middle of the compound?" Trapper grabbed Hawkeye by the arm and pulled him out of the dirt. Hawkeye, still in too much shock to register the precariousness of his best friend's situation, kept talking at him as they made their way behind Henry's office.
"I don't understand I just don't understand," he said, "You're married!" "That hasn't stopped me before" "Yes, but with women, Trapp! I've seen you. You chase anything with breasts. You, you..." Hawkeye ran out of words and just looked at Trapper as if to say 'help me', his arms, like his words, floundering at his side. Trapper was starting to get annoyed.
"Jeez Hawk, you're the last person I woulda picked as being a homophobe." He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow to make a point.
"What? No! I'm not, I'm not..." once again Hawkeye struggled to find the words, "I'm not. I'm just surprised, that's all."
Hawkeye calmed down a little. He paced to work off energy.
"So, you err, like men now. Ok. Ok." He scratched the back of his neck absently, "Which is probably a good thing. I mean, more nurses for me."
"I still like women, Hawk."
"Oh, you mean you haven't decided?"
"No!" Trapper sighed in frustration, "I like both."
Hawkeye nodded, not sure if he really got it. "You like both. Men, women and... Frank?"
Trapper laughed, "Believe it or not, he falls under the 'Men' category."
"But Frank?"
Trapper laughed again.
"Frank? "Hawkeye tried again. Something irrational inside him said that if he could just get Trapper to realise it was Frank that he was fooling around with everything would go back to normal. "Trapper, I'm willing to accept the whole 'I like men' thing, but not Frank."
The annoyance that began to creep back into Trapper's shoulders went unnoticed by Hawkeye.
"You know there are other homosexual men around. Ones that aren't Frank." "Hawkeye..." Hawkeye's pace quickened as he thought. "What about George! He was homosexual. Why don't you call and see..."
"Because I'm not attracted to George!"
Hawkeye stopped pacing. "But you're attracted to Frank? Ferret-Face? The lipless, chinless wonder?"
Trapper put his hand on his friend's arm and hissed, "Not so loud! You want the whole camp to hear you?"
Both men looked around to make sure they weren't being overheard before Hawkeye continued, "Look Trapper, you really think it's a good idea to do this with Frank?" He raised his hand to block off any argument. "Hear me out here. He's not a good person. I'm not even sure he is a person. Certainly not the type of person you have a relationship with."
Trapper softened. Hawkeye really did care for him. He just had an arse- about way of showing it sometimes.
"Don't worry, Hawk. It's not a relationship. It's not like I'm in love with the guy."
"You're not?" Hawkeye said then pulled a face, "You mean this is just physical?"
"It's..." They began walking back to into camp and towards The Swamp, "I don't really know. It's... He's got this quiet thing."
"Very quiet."
"You ok with this?"
Hawkeye stopped for a few moments, let out a breath and said, "Yeah. I think so." They walked a little further until he stopped again.
"You know I'm not...um..." he gestured between himself and Trapper as if to indicate the difference between them.
Trapper smiled at him, perhaps a little sadly, "Yeah Hawkeye, I didn't think you were." He opened the door to The Swamp. "Anyway, you're not my type."
"Yes," Hawkeye said. "I have a chin."
Inside, Frank was dressed and huddled on his bunk in obvious distress. When Hawkeye entered, he stood up and immediately began to defend himself.
"I'll have you know that I was tricked into it! It was all McIntyre's fault. It was rape!"
"You see!" Hawkeye turned to Trapper, "He's a weasel. He's only looking out for himself. And at your expense!"
"Hawkeye!" Trapper shot him a warning glare and walked over to Frank, placing his hands on the distressed man's shoulders. "Frank, calm down, it's ok. Hawk's ok with it. We're not in trouble."
"We're not?"
"No, Frank."
"It's ok?"
"Yes, Frank."
"Well, it least that's settled," Hawkeye sat down and poured two glasses of gin, handing one to Trapper, "Trapp's a big boy who can make his own mistakes." He took a sip. "You will not believe how much I've needed that drink."
Trapper smiled. Things were looking up.
"Attention all personnel. Incoming wounded. Both shifts to report to the O.R. on the double. This is not a drill. I repeat. This is not a drill."
"When is it ever a drill?" Hawkeye shouted as he rushed towards the O.R.
It was about as up as it was ever going to get in Korea.
#
He knew it was a bad idea.
"McIntyre! It's broad daylight!" Frank hissed. Trapper barely slowed his assault on Frank's clothing. "Yes, Frank. You're very observant."
Without ever actually telling him to stop, Frank tried to push Trapper's hands away from his fly. "Someone might come in and see us!"
Trapper put one hand on Frank's neck, his thumb resting on his Adam's apple. It was a gesture that Trapper was fond of. It made Frank nervous. Then Trapper smiled that smile, the one Frank secretly called his Hunter smile. It was usually directed at something he wanted and it unnerved and excited Frank to have it directed at him.
"It's ok," Trapper said, "Nobody's gonna come in here. Hawkeye's just started a shift and you and I are meant to be sleeping. Calm down. Everything's gonna be fine."
Frank made few further gestures of refusal before caving, as they both knew he would. He was self-conscious as Trapper removed both their clothes. Before had been at night and it seemed to Frank that certain activities belonged in the darkness. Daylight was just too clean, too innocent; too real. Trapper stood back a little to look at him and Frank had to fight the urge to cover himself.
Trapper's hand returned to Frank's throat. His other hand skimmed Frank's body, landing on his hip.
"Frank..." Trapper whispered, kissing his way from one ear to another. Frank made a noise that, like all his noises, Trapper took as a 'yes'. More kisses. "Have you ever given a blow-job?"
Frank pulled back slightly, startled. He gaped. Trapper laughed softly.
"What?" Trapper moved closer again and resumed his kisses. "It's not like you haven't done far, far worse." He moved his hand from Frank's hip to the cleft of his arse for emphasis.
It was true; Frank couldn't deny it. In for a penny, in for a pound. But this... this was just ... it was just... Trapper waited.
"I... I don't know what to do."
Trapper smiled. "It's ok. It's easy." Trapper guided Frank down to his knees while seating himself on the edge of the cot. "Just watch the teeth."
"Can I take my shoes off first?"
Trapper laughed. Both men removed their shoes and slid off their pants. Frank's hands trembled.
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Trapper made no noise, no motions of encouragement. But then, he made no noises of pain or discomfort either, so Frank assumed he wasn't doing anything wrong; he just wasn't doing anything right.
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. Still no words or moans from Trapper, but his breathing was louder than before.
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He was relieved and anxious when Trapper pushed him away. "Did I do it wrong?"
Trapper's response was to pull him up onto the cot and turn him so that he was on his hands and knees with his back towards Trapper.
"Not at all, Frank," he said as he nipped and kissed Frank's back. Frank trembled a little, knowing what was coming. He didn't know if he was ready for that again. Behind him Trapper was opening his bottle of unscented massage oil.
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Trapper was a ruthless lover, hard and uncompromising. It was so far removed from anything else Frank had ever experienced. Not the feigned pleasure from his Tokyo girls, not the dutiful, disdainful acquiescence from his wife or Margaret's demanding yet reassuring caresses. It was Frank who came.
Trapper just...stopped, as he had before. He rolled off Frank, who had, by this time, collapsed onto the mattress. Frank didn't question it, not sure he really wanted to know. Instead he prepared to go back to his own bunk.
"Stay."
Frank didn't question that either. He was surprised and happy and he did as he was told, lying back into the wet patch and waited for Trapper to decide whether to hold him or not. Trapper lay down beside him on the narrow cot with one arm on Frank's chest.
"Not for long, but stay for a little while."
Neither of them intended to fall asleep like that.
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"Oh my god."
Hawkeye stared at Frank, who stared back. "Pierce... what are you..." "Oh my god!"
Trapper woke up to see Hawkeye standing in front of his cot, his expression full of confusion and horror. Frank was still on his cot, still naked, but now he was sitting and clearly on the brink of panic.
Hawkeye started to shake his head. "This is not happening." he said, and ran out of the tent.
Frank panicked. "He's going to Colonel Blake! We're going to be court- martialled! What will my wife say? What...."
"Shut up Frank!" Trapper snapped, pulling on his trousers. "You stay here. I'll go deal with Hawkeye!"
Trapper pulled on his shirt and scanned the compound for Hawkeye. He hoped Frank was wrong, that Hawkeye wasn't with Henry. He spotted Hawkeye over the other side of the compound, by the mess tent.
Hawkeye was sitting on the ground, sprawled in the dirt. His legs were spread and bent, his elbows were between his knees, his hands on either side of his nose. It exaggerated his already lanky form to absurd proportions.
"Hawkeye..." "You...you..." Hawkeye was rocking slightly. "I'm sorry," Trapper said, although he wasn't sorry for doing it. He just never wanted to hurt Hawkeye. It was clear that his friend was in shock. Hawkeye looked at him as though just realising something.
"You fucked him..." "Hawkeye..." Trapper looked around. People were starting to notice them. "You f..."
"Can we not do this in the middle of the compound?" Trapper grabbed Hawkeye by the arm and pulled him out of the dirt. Hawkeye, still in too much shock to register the precariousness of his best friend's situation, kept talking at him as they made their way behind Henry's office.
"I don't understand I just don't understand," he said, "You're married!" "That hasn't stopped me before" "Yes, but with women, Trapp! I've seen you. You chase anything with breasts. You, you..." Hawkeye ran out of words and just looked at Trapper as if to say 'help me', his arms, like his words, floundering at his side. Trapper was starting to get annoyed.
"Jeez Hawk, you're the last person I woulda picked as being a homophobe." He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow to make a point.
"What? No! I'm not, I'm not..." once again Hawkeye struggled to find the words, "I'm not. I'm just surprised, that's all."
Hawkeye calmed down a little. He paced to work off energy.
"So, you err, like men now. Ok. Ok." He scratched the back of his neck absently, "Which is probably a good thing. I mean, more nurses for me."
"I still like women, Hawk."
"Oh, you mean you haven't decided?"
"No!" Trapper sighed in frustration, "I like both."
Hawkeye nodded, not sure if he really got it. "You like both. Men, women and... Frank?"
Trapper laughed, "Believe it or not, he falls under the 'Men' category."
"But Frank?"
Trapper laughed again.
"Frank? "Hawkeye tried again. Something irrational inside him said that if he could just get Trapper to realise it was Frank that he was fooling around with everything would go back to normal. "Trapper, I'm willing to accept the whole 'I like men' thing, but not Frank."
The annoyance that began to creep back into Trapper's shoulders went unnoticed by Hawkeye.
"You know there are other homosexual men around. Ones that aren't Frank." "Hawkeye..." Hawkeye's pace quickened as he thought. "What about George! He was homosexual. Why don't you call and see..."
"Because I'm not attracted to George!"
Hawkeye stopped pacing. "But you're attracted to Frank? Ferret-Face? The lipless, chinless wonder?"
Trapper put his hand on his friend's arm and hissed, "Not so loud! You want the whole camp to hear you?"
Both men looked around to make sure they weren't being overheard before Hawkeye continued, "Look Trapper, you really think it's a good idea to do this with Frank?" He raised his hand to block off any argument. "Hear me out here. He's not a good person. I'm not even sure he is a person. Certainly not the type of person you have a relationship with."
Trapper softened. Hawkeye really did care for him. He just had an arse- about way of showing it sometimes.
"Don't worry, Hawk. It's not a relationship. It's not like I'm in love with the guy."
"You're not?" Hawkeye said then pulled a face, "You mean this is just physical?"
"It's..." They began walking back to into camp and towards The Swamp, "I don't really know. It's... He's got this quiet thing."
"Very quiet."
"You ok with this?"
Hawkeye stopped for a few moments, let out a breath and said, "Yeah. I think so." They walked a little further until he stopped again.
"You know I'm not...um..." he gestured between himself and Trapper as if to indicate the difference between them.
Trapper smiled at him, perhaps a little sadly, "Yeah Hawkeye, I didn't think you were." He opened the door to The Swamp. "Anyway, you're not my type."
"Yes," Hawkeye said. "I have a chin."
Inside, Frank was dressed and huddled on his bunk in obvious distress. When Hawkeye entered, he stood up and immediately began to defend himself.
"I'll have you know that I was tricked into it! It was all McIntyre's fault. It was rape!"
"You see!" Hawkeye turned to Trapper, "He's a weasel. He's only looking out for himself. And at your expense!"
"Hawkeye!" Trapper shot him a warning glare and walked over to Frank, placing his hands on the distressed man's shoulders. "Frank, calm down, it's ok. Hawk's ok with it. We're not in trouble."
"We're not?"
"No, Frank."
"It's ok?"
"Yes, Frank."
"Well, it least that's settled," Hawkeye sat down and poured two glasses of gin, handing one to Trapper, "Trapp's a big boy who can make his own mistakes." He took a sip. "You will not believe how much I've needed that drink."
Trapper smiled. Things were looking up.
"Attention all personnel. Incoming wounded. Both shifts to report to the O.R. on the double. This is not a drill. I repeat. This is not a drill."
"When is it ever a drill?" Hawkeye shouted as he rushed towards the O.R.
It was about as up as it was ever going to get in Korea.