Title: Chewing Gum
Author: Lisa M
Pairing: Trapper/Hawkeye - sort of
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nope...don't own anything. Don't sue...no money.
Archive: Anywhere...just let me know.
Feedback: Is better than Brokeback Mountain!
Summary: It's amazing what turns some people on...

A/N: For the longest time I was totally against the T/H pairing. Last night I watched the episode 'Big Mac' and decided that maybe, just maybe, T/H could be just as good as BJ/H. Here's the resulting ficlet.

Chew. Chew. Chew. Bubble. Chew. Chew.

"Trap..."

Chew. Chew. Chew.

"Trapper!" The word hissed from Hawkeye's mouth.

"Um hum?"

Chew. Bubble. Chew. Bubble.

"Would you stop doing that?"

"Doing what? I'm not doing anything but standing here pretending to listen to Frank."

"You know what your doing."

Trapper turned his head and glanced at his friend. He chewed his gum methodically and slowly blew a small bubble. Hawkeye squirmed slightly. Trapper's lips curled into a knowing smirk.

"I'm sure I don't know what your talking about." His eyes shifted forward.

Chew. Chew. Chew.

Hawkeye shifted restlessly on his feet. He couldn't take his eyes away from Trapper's jaw line. The way it moved each time he chewed on that stupid gum. The way the muscles tensed and released. Hawkeye felt his erection growing by the second. He was thankful that he had his robe on.

And Trapper knew, damn him! That's exactly why he kept doing it.

"Hawk, you okay?"

Chew. Bubble. Chew. Chew. Chew. Smirk. Chew. Chew.

"Something...wrong?"

Chew. Chew.

"Cat got your tongue?"

Bubble. Smirk. Chew. Chew.

Hawkeye leaned closer to the taller man, his lips inches from Trapper's ear.

"It's not nice to tease people, Trapper. In fact," Hawkeye let out a short, quick breath that feathered over his friend's ear. He watched as goosebumps rose on Trapper's cheek and allowed a smirk of his own to form.

Let Trapper have a taste of his own damn medicine.

"Unfortunately, when two people grow close...become friends, mmmmmm, and sometimes more than that...they learn things about each other. Secret things." Another short, soft exhale. Trapper began shifting nervously from foot to foot. Hawkeye slid his hand around the other man's bicep and pulled him closer.

Chew. Chew. Quick inhale. Chew. Chew.

"The closer they get, the more they learn. Sometimes, they find out what turns the other person on, what makes them crazy. What they find irresistible."

Chew. "Hawk..." Chew.

"There are people who take these tidbits of knowledge, and use them to tease their friend." Hawkeye moved even closer. His lips now brushed over Trapper's ear and he felt the other doctor's muscle tense beneath his palm.

Chewchewchewchewchew. Bubble.

"That's not a very nice thing to do to a friend. Is it, Trapper?"

Pop!

"Will you two please pay attention!" Frank's voice shattered the moment. "General MacArthur is going to be here any minute and you screw-ups are going to ruin the entire thing!"

"Uh, sorry Frank." Trapper shifted uncomfortably.

"Yeah, please, continue." Hawkeye matched Trapper's shift.

"Thank you." Frank faced the rest of the group. "Now, ..."

"You are in so much trouble when we get back to the swamp." Trapper's voice hissed beside Hawkeye.

"Bring it on. I'm not scared of you, Trap." Hawkeye chuckled. "You just remember who started this whole thing."

Trapper glanced over at his friend and grinned widely.

Chew. Chew. Chew. Bubble. Chew.

The End