Writen for sarcasticsra
By: Radarhunnihawk
Title: Comfort.
Rating: PG-13.
Feedback/ Comments: Yes please.
Disclaimer: Fox owns them, Im just playing with the characters.
It was just another night at the MASH 4077TH. Naturally, this had involved being rudely awakened from much needed sleep to patch up the wounds of regular army clowns and reluctant draftees. In fact, this session in the OR had lasted two days and three nights, however, compared to recent sessions this could be wearily referred to as short. As Hawkeye led BJ back to the Swamp he noticed that BJ was quiet. Not the exhausted quiet you may expect from a man who has had very little sleep, but a disturbing sort of quiet. It was enough to make Hawkeye query if his friend was all right. As it turns out, BJ was all right. At Hawkeye's concern , BJ gently laid his equally exhausted friend and bunkmate on Hawkeyes own bunk.
"Uh Beej, what?" Hawkeye asked, before BJ silenced him with a "hush."
"Forgetting, need to forget, need you." BJ responded, before gently pressing his lips against Hawkeye's. Hawkeye responded, seeking his chance to let out some of his own pent-up emotions and frustrations. Lips pressed against lips, arms found waist's , hands found zippers before limbs entwined and other body parts found similar body parts. Lucky that Frank was on Post Op duty that night as the two surgeons found comfort and rest with each other.
The next morning, BJ awoke to find Hawkeye thoughtfully gazing down on him.
"So did you forget?" Hawkeye asked as he sleepily pushed his bangs away from his face.
BJ considered his next words carefully. "Well it was different, but it definitely helped." He responded.
"Different hum?" Hawkeye considered. "Yeah, I can live with that."
And naturally, before anything else could be said, the cheerless screech of the PA system was heard from the camp. Yes you guessed it, more wounded.