A/N: Hi.
Warning: NC-17? I dunno. Yaoi. Nothing REALLY graphic. You are warned. Don't read if you don't like.
#10: Vacuum
Hughes walked through the hallway with a stack of papers that Lieutenant Hawkeye had asked him to deliver to the Colonel. Upon arrival to the corridor that the man's office branched off of, he heard noises. Oddly familiar noises.
"Just... get on the floor, Jean."
"But--"
"Right, now get the aforementioned on the floor."
The Lieutenant Colonel froze outside the door.
"Fine." And then came a thump of something hitting the floor, along with a loud sigh.
"There, much better."
A series of noises then came through the seemingly thick wooden doors: another sigh, a small grunt and a series of very... wet noises.
"Wait... You don't need to come up for air! Breathing is over rated... just... hold on a few more..."
Then several loud coughs came from inside.
"Oh.. you choked, did you?... Whoopsie..." The normal sarcastic tone of the Colonel's floated through the wood. "Well... I suppose that's good enough."
Hughes then burst through the door, only to walk in on this scene: Roy zipping up his pants and Havoc standing up, wiping his mouth off with a tissue. Standing there, slightly amused, Hughes gave Roy a look. The Colonel breezed past him, and with a pat on the shoulder, whispered, "Man's got a mouth like a Hoover... Ooohm."
And with that, he walked out of the office, leaving a furiously blushing Havoc and...
A very offended Hughes.
"Why wasn't I invited..."