Title: Rollercoaster - Part 2
Author: Lisa M
Pairing: BJ/Hawkeye; BJ/Peg
Rating: Major
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own anything. Don't sue … no money.
Spoilers: Some tiny ones for the following episodes: The Most Unforgettable Characters; Der Tag; The Joker is Wild; Goodbye, Farewell and Amen; and any episode where BJ and Hawkeye played jokes on Charles.

Warning: Some people might think that I've written Peg OOC in this fic. And while that may be true, I'll make the argument that no one actually knows how to write Peg IC considering the fact that we don't know much about her - except for what BJ said about her, and how she would react to something like this. Anyway, enjoy!

I woke the following morning, alone in my bed. I wasn't sure when BJ left my side - whether he'd awoken early or if he'd gone to sleep next to Hawkeye. And I found that I was okay with the fact he'd probably gone to his friend once I'd fallen asleep. It actually made my body tingle a little bit.

Stretching, I rose to my feet and wrapped my sky blue robe around my nude body, tying the belt snugly across my waist. I debated putting my unworn nightgown on underneath the satin sheath, but didn't. After what I'd suggested to BJ last night, there was no reason to start being shy now. Especially if BJ had already spoken to Hawkeye.

I descended the stairs and rounded the corner to the kitchen. They were sitting next to each other at the table - no, it was more than that. They were actually shoulder to shoulder, laughing musically. It was endearing to see them like that. I could easily picture the two of them, in that horrible place, huddled together in the same position, trying to somehow help each other get through it.

"Good morning, boys," I greeted them cheerfully.

Hawkeye stood and crossed the floor to where I was standing. He placed a warm kiss on my cheek then stood back and looked me over. He blew out a low cat-call whistle, grabbing both my hands and holding them out so he'd have a better view.

"You look ravishing this morning, Mrs. Hunnicutt," he said, spinning me around in a small circle. "Blue is a marvelous color for you."

"If you think blue's good, you should see her in red," BJ commented, a knowing smile growing on his lips. "She looks much better in it than you do, Hawk."

"I'm sure of that. She'd look better than me in anything."

"Yeah, that's probably true." BJ turned his eyes to the clock, then to me. "Did we wake you, sweetheart? Hawk and I are still sort of on Korea time."

"No, you didn't wake me," I said, smiling at one man, then the other. The room was filled with mouth-watering aromas. "What is that delicious smell?"

"We made breakfast." Hawkeye led me to the table, pulling out a chair for me, across from them, and pushing it in once I was seated. "Bacon, eggs, toast, hash browns, freshly-squeezed orange juice."

"Hawkeye, you made the orange juice? You went outside in the yard, picked oranges, cut and squeezed them. Yourself?" I asked jokingly. "I'm impressed."

"No, Tropicana did most of the work. I just opened the carton and poured it."

"Well done," I teased.

Hawkeye made me a plate of food and went back to sit next to BJ. The were a little further apart now, but I had a sneaking suspicion that if I took a look underneath the table, I would see their legs fused together - from hip to ankle. And BJ's was probably bouncing up and down in the nervous habit of his.

"Well, gentlemen," I began, speaking in between bites of my breakfast. "I hate to abandon you again so soon, but I need to take Erin to her grandparent's house for the weekend." I looked at BJ and he winked. "It's a two hour drive, one way, so I'll be gone for most of the day."

"It must be you, Hawk," BJ joked, glancing over at his friend. "She never wants to drive to my folk's house. Ever."

"Be nice, BJ. I just figured you two might want to have some time together to do … doctor things."

"Doctor things?" Hawkeye asked, stifling a laugh. "What exactly are 'doctor things', Peg?"

"I don't know. Golf?"

Both men burst into hysterical laughter. I tried to stay serious but their mirth was infectious. Soon, the three of us had tears running down our cheeks and we were clutching our sides to fend off the pains that normally accompanied this type of uncontrollable laughter.

"Mommy!" Erin's soft cry sounded from upstairs.

"Well, I'm being paged to the north wing." I took one last bite of eggs and rose. "I'll bring Erin down to say goodbye. I know she'd be devastated if she couldn't see you before you left." Both men stood and BJ leaned over the table to give me a quick peck on the cheek. "Do you want me to pick up something for dinner?"

"Sure," BJ looked over to Hawkeye. "Pizza okay with you?"

"Pizza sounds great," Hawkeye said and sat back down. "If that's not a problem for you, Peg."

"No problem at all." Erin called again. "Gotta go!"

The boys helped me to the car. While Hawkeye put Erin into her seat, I pulled BJ with me over to the driver's side. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him softly.

"Did you talk to him?"

"Not yet, but I will before you get back tonight." He pulled back from me and smiled. "Drive safe, darling. And make sure you call when you get to my parent's so I know you got there okay. Oh, and when you stop for pizza, would you grab a bottle of wine or two? We have some, but Hawk'll go through it like that." BJ snapped his fingers and Hawkeye's head popped up.

"I seem to remember someone drinking with me, Beej."

"Yeah, but Trapper left before I got there."

"Har har har," was Hawkeye's response. He leaned back into the car and kissed Erin's nose. "Bye bye, sweetie."

"Bye unca Hawkee. Lub you."

"I lub you too, Erin." He ruffled her hair and she giggled.

I lowered myself into the driver's seat and BJ closed the door for me. He leaned in the window so he could see Erin.

"Behave yourself at grandma and papa's house, honey," BJ said and blew her a kiss. "I love you."

"Lub you, daddy."

BJ turned his head and kissed me again.

"See you later tonight."

"Make sure you talk to him. Don't chicken out, BJ," I whispered. He nodded, backing away from the car.

With a quick honk of the horn and a wave, I drove off, smiling to myself, satisfied in the knowledge that the two of them had no intention of doing anything other than having sex while I was gone. This time, I actually felt a twinge of jealousy, but not because of the reasons you'd think. I was jealous because I wanted to be there with them, exploring and tasting and …

I cut the thought off quickly. The last thing I needed right now was to work myself into such a frenzy that I couldn't drive. Like last time. Especially because Erin was in the car with me.

"They better save some for me," I muttered to myself as I pulled into traffic.

By the time I arrived home, the sun had set and there was a slight chill in the air. The house was relatively dark, save for a soft glow that peeked from between the living room drapes. I grabbed dinner and walked to the front door. Once it was open, the cool evening air was chased away by a warm, fire-scented breeze.

I closed the door behind me and turned the corner, entering the living room. BJ and Hawkeye were seated on the floor in front of the fireplace. They were both in their robes - BJ in blue, Hawkeye in red. The roaring fire colored their faces a soft shade of orange. There was a chess board sitting on the floor between them and Mozart was playing in the background. The board was new. BJ had bought it within days of returning from the war. But the pieces were old and worn.

It took a moment, but I remembered that BJ had told me when he and Hawkeye were getting ready to leave Korea, they couldn't decide who should take their chess board. So Hawkeye took the black pieces, BJ took the white pieces, then they burned the board - vowing to only use the pieces with each other. I'd never actually seen the pieces before tonight. BJ had kept them locked away in his study.

They were so involved in their game that neither noticed I'd come home. I was loathe to disturb them - they looked so peaceful, but the food was getting cold.

"Mozart?" I asked, walking over to them and setting the pizza box on the coffee table. Plates, napkins, utensils and three wine glasses were already waiting to be used. "You absolutely hate Mozart, BJ."

"I know. It's in memory of Charles," my husband commented, not taking his eyes off the game, but allowing the corner of his lips to twitch upward into a smirk. He chuckled.

"We tried to play without it," Hawkeye explained, making his move on the board. "But we'd grown so used to hearing it when we were playing in the Swamp, that we couldn't play unless it was on. Thankfully, the classical station BJ found on the radio was having a Mozart night tonight."

"Mmmmm, interesting," I said, opening the pizza box and allowing the delicious aroma from the pie to fill the room. "Why don't you take a break and eat something. Have a glass of wine."

Over the next few hours (and many, many glasses of red wine), the boys regaled me with stories of Korea. How they staged a fight with each other for Frank on his birthday, and when they got him drunk, then toe tagged him. The times they tried to play jokes on Charles, but failed because he was almost as good at it as they were. When BJ, sick of hearing about Trapper's 'prankster prowess', staged an elaborate scheme to drive Hawkeye crazy, which of course lead to me finding out about Hawkeye's resulting mess tent table dance in his boxer shorts. And finally, they talked about their last day in camp and with each other, and BJ's goodbye written with stones. It grew eerily quiet after that, so I made the decision to give them a little more time to themselves. With a stretch and a yawn, I excused myself and went upstairs.

I hoped that they didn't stay down there too long - I was eager for the night to continue. Strangely, I wasn't the least bit nervous. On the long drive home tonight, I wondered if I really wanted to do this. To have two men, with me, in my bed. One - my husband and lover. The other - husband's best friend and his lover. Could I handle both of them, together?

I wasn't completely sure, but my entire being - body, mind and soul - was telling me that this was supposed to happen. Like the three of us were a puzzle and the final piece was about to fall into its place. Fate had set our lives in motion to get us to this very night.

It was definitely right.

I undressed and put on my sexiest lingerie. It was a pretty little silk thing BJ had given me as a gift some time ago. I remember opening it and seeing the soft ruby red material peeking out from underneath wrinkled tissue paper. Red, I found out that night, was one of BJ's favorite colors. Red and blue. Whenever I wore this particular garment, I always felt beautiful.

It was perfect for tonight.

Working quickly, I placed and lit candles all throughout the bedroom. It was slightly cheesy in that 'just like the movies' way, but they filled the space with a warm, romantic glow. The flames seemed to be flickering with the same rhythm as my pulse.

Two sets of footsteps echoed in the lower part of the house. Glasses clinked as they were placed in the kitchen sink. Then I heard them as they climbed up the stairs, stopping just outside the door. Hushed voices, then the wet sound of lips connecting reached my ears. BJ entered the room alone, pushing the door partially closed behind him. He crossed the floor to where I was standing.

"You look fantastic," he whispered, brushing a kiss over my cheek.

"Thank you," I replied with a smile. "Where's Hawkeye?"

"He's in the hall, just outside the door." BJ's lips slid down my throat to my collarbone. "He seems … nervous."

"Hawkeye Pierce? The Casanova of South Korea?"

"The same," he said, twirling his finger into the strap of my gown and pulling it away from my shoulder. He replaced it with his lips. "I think he feels funny because you're my wife."

"BJ, do you want him to be in here, with us?"

"I think having the two people I love most in the world, besides Erin of course."

"Of course," I interrupted with a smile.

"To have you both, in bed, with me would be the most amazing experience I've ever had."

I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to BJ's. The kiss turned passionate very quickly, a promise of things to come, but I broke away from him and he groaned disapprovingly.

"Be right back," I shot over my shoulder as I turned and walked away. I carefully wove my way though the dimly lit room and slid out into the hallway. Hawkeye was standing just to the right of the bedroom. He was leaning against the wall, chewing nervously at his cuticles. His gaze lifted to me as I approached him, his hand falling away from his face and dropping down to his side.

"Hey, you," I said quietly. "What're you doing standing out here all by yourself?"

"Peg," his voice quivered unsteadily as his gaze slid hotly down my body and back up to my face. He cleared his throat nervously. "I don't know about this."

"What's not to know?"

"You're his wife, Peg."

"And you're his lover," I replied, inching closer to him and laying my hands on the soft lapels of his red terry cloth robe. "Right?"

"Yes," he sighed, eyes closing as I traced my fingertip over his chiseled, whisker-covered jaw line.

"Are you attracted to me?"

"Are you kidding?"

"Answer the question, Hawkeye."

"Of course I am," he admitted quietly. "But this is …"

"Shhhhhhh," I whispered soothingly, brushing my lips gently over his. "You were invited. There's nothing to worry about."

"I know that BJ wants …"

"Not just BJ. Us. We want you."

My mouth closed over his as my fingers slid into his hair, pulling him into a deeper kiss. His lips were tight at first, but they loosened when I ran the tip of my tongue over the outside of them. Our mouths moved together smoothly and when he slipped his tongue into my mouth, I gasped. I felt myself becoming very aroused and I knew he was too. His erection pressed roughly against my leg as he began to grind his pelvis against me.

The longer we kissed, the less I wanted to stop. Being with Hawkeye was so new, so exciting, but, there was still that same familiarity his first hug held. I felt myself being pulled further and further into him.

I moved my hands to his waist, fingers working to untie the belt of his robe. When the material parted, I slipped my arms beneath the halves, wrapping them around his warm middle and pulling him closer. I felt his fingers weave into my hair, his head tilting to a better position as he held my mouth against his. One of my hands found its way under the hem of his shirt. I ran my palm over the sweaty skin of his back, his muscles rippling at my touch. Gooseflesh spouted all over my body as he began to trace a line down my spine with one of his fingertips.

When we finally broke apart, both of us were panting.

"Wow. You're a very good kisser, Hawkeye. No wonder all the nurses at the 4077th were falling at your feet."

"They weren't exactly falling at my feet, Peg, but thank you. And you're not that bad yourself," he admitted with a sly grin. He shifted awkwardly on his feet. It was very cute.

"Thank you. Now, how about we go in there and finish what we just started?" I asked, backing away, placing my hand in his and pulling him with me towards the bedroom door. He resisted for a moment. "Now, Hawkeye Pierce. Don't you make me get my husband to drag you in there."

Hawkeye laughed and finally gave in. He tangled his fingers with mine and squeezed lightly.

"I'm not afraid of BJ," he said as we entered the room together. "All he's got is a pair of clown feet and a cheesy moustache."

"That's it, huh?" BJ raised his eyes to us, a small smile curling his lips. He had removed his robe and t-shirt and was leaning against one of the bed posts. His erection tented the front of his boxer shorts and BJ mad no attempt to hide it from either of us. I smiled at him.

"Look what I found in the hallway, darling. A handsome, charming surgeon, who just happens to be an excellent kisser. Isn't he just the cutest thing?" I said, giving Hawkeye a gentle shove forward. He wasn't expecting it and lost his footing. BJ stepped forward and caught him before he fell to the floor.

"For me? Thank you, dear. He's the perfect shape and size. I love him. Can I keep him? Please?"

"Okay, enough you two," Hawkeye regained his footing, but stayed wrapped tightly within BJ's arms. He pretended to gag. "You don't have to lay it on so thick. And if you keep it up, this room is going to be so full of bullshit that we won't be able to fit in here anymore."

"We don't want that, do we Peg?"

"No, we definitely don't want that," I replied and walked over to the bed. I perched on the edge of it, and turned my head to glance in the direction of the men. BJ's eyes met mine over Hawkeye's shoulder. The blue pools were filled with such emotion, such passion, that it almost knocked me over.

I wanted to see them together - just them. I tried to express that to BJ through my eyes. He understood my message and leaned in to whisper something into his friend's ear. Hawkeye glanced over his shoulder at me and gave me that loose, easy smile of his, then turned back to BJ's waiting lips.

TBC