Title: Rollercoaster - Part 3
Author: Lisa M
Pairing: Let's just say BJ/Peg/Hawkeye and leave it at that because there's a lot going on here at one time.
Rating: Colonel
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own anything. Don't sue … no money.
Spoilers: None.

Warning: Again, Peg may be OOC, but none of us know for sure. Also m/f/m threesome sex, so if you don't like that kind of thing, you may want to skip this fic. Also, I'm pretty unhappy with this part. It feels kind of rushed to me. Hopefully you think it's better than I do.

Their mouths met, lips moving together slowly. BJ's hands slid beneath Hawkeye's robe, pushing it off his shoulders. It dropped to the floor with a swish of red and it was quickly joined by one t-shirt and two pairs of boxer shorts.

Without breaking their kiss, BJ lead Hawkeye to the bed, laid him on his back and pulled away. His lips caressed Hawkeye's shoulders and traveled lower; down his chest, over his stomach, finally stopping at the patch of curly black hair framing the man's rigid penis.

BJ lifted his eyes to meet mine. He smiled and my breath caught when he bent his head and took Hawkeye's erection completely into his mouth. Saliva coated the silky skin as BJ moved up and down along the length of his friend. Occasionally, I saw his tongue slide out of his mouth, flicking over the tip, causing the other man to groan deeply in the back of his throat. BJ picked up his pace, puffing out his cheeks, taking Hawkeye all the way into his throat. The older doctor balled his fists into the sheets at his side, back bowing upward, BJ's name escaping his lips in a long, slow sigh.

My heart was racing as I watched my husband bring another man to the verge of orgasm with his mouth. I was amazed at his skill - and was so turned on at seeing him doing it, that I could have come right then - without a single touch from anyone. I squeezed my eyes shut and took a few deep, relaxing breaths. I managed to calm myself down enough be able to look at them again.

When Hawkeye began to moan in the back of his throat, BJ pulled away and moved back up his friend's body, stopping occasionally to place a kiss on his sweaty skin. Their lips met again and BJ lowered himself onto Hawkeye.

I felt my arousal growing again and tried to stifle it, but this time it seemed as if an unstoppable wave of fire was crashing through my insides. My center was pulsing - crying out for attention, but I wasn't quite ready to quit playing voyeur. Rather than ignore it, I slipped my fingers beneath my gown and began to massage myself, slowly. I didn't want to push myself over the threshold too quickly.

Hawkeye rolled BJ onto his back an settled in beside him. His skilled fingers wrapped around my husband's erection and he began to pump along its length. The tip was glistening with fluid and Hawkeye ran his thumb through it, smearing it over the entire head. A guttural moan rumbled out of BJ and his back arched, forcing his penis fully into the tight fist of his best friend.

Hawkeye laid his head on BJ's abdomen and studied his friend's penis as he continued stroking it with his hand. Then, leaning forward, he took it fully in his mouth, hand moving lower, to BJ's testicles. My husband's long, slender fingers wove into Hawkeye's hair as he thrust in and out of the man's mouth, hips rising and falling to the mattress.

They seemed to be moving in slow motion. Their rhythm was absolutely perfect.

BJ startled me when he abruptly sat and removed Hawkeye's mouth from his erection. He grabbed his friend, flipped him onto his belly and drew him up on his hands and knees. One hand wrapped around the base of his own saliva-slick penis, the other was spreading Hawkeye's buttocks. With one long, slow push, BJ guided himself into the tight hole. Hawkeye threw his head back, his breath hissing out from between clenched teeth. BJ pulled out and buried himself again, both hands gripping Hawkeye's hips.

I was surprised at BJ's aggressiveness. Possibly because he'd never been like that with me. Ever. When we had sex, I was almost always the initiator. But with Hawkeye, he was being rough and unrestrained. His inhibitions were completely gone and he was in complete control. I watched as he pounded against his friend, both of them panting and groaning, sweat coating their skin, and found myself wanting him to be that way with me.

My eyes slipped shut and I heard myself whimpering quietly. The bed shook violently, then went still and I heard BJ inhale sharply. It was followed by a sound I wasn't familiar with; a low animal growl that came from deep within his chest. The only way I could describe it was to compare it to the echo of thunder when it's in the distance. A soft, yet powerful rumble that always served as a warning for an approaching storm. It vibrated though my body, forcing me into an even deeper state of arousal.

Then I heard them whispering to each other. I didn't understand what they were saying and I couldn't look over at them because my eyes refused to open. They felt as if they had been sealed with glue. I wasn't worried about it, though. This had happened a few times before when BJ and I were making love - a result of being turned on. I'd written it off long ago to my brain being convinced that if my eyelids stayed closed, the moment wouldn't end.

Childish? Maybe. Silly? Definitely.

But so was crossing your fingers or not stepping on cracks. Salt over your shoulder after spilling. Avoiding walking under ladders and not crossing the path of black cats. Yet, people did those things all the time. Over and over again. They believed in them as if they were some sort of unwritten law. Keeping my eyes closed to hold onto a moment of passion was just my 'thing'.

I couldn't even open them when I felt a pair of soft lips pressing against mine. I knew whose they were without opening my eyes.

Hawkeye. He had left BJ and was now standing at the foot of the bed in front of me. His hand slipped into my hair, fingers threading into the blond strands and pulling me deeper into his kiss.

When ten slender fingers grasped the hem of my gown and pulled it up and over my head, then brushed over the now nude skin of my back, the thought never even crossed my mind to glance over my shoulder to see their owner. I recognized the touch immediately.

BJ. He was kneeling behind me, arms coming around my waist, hands gently cupping my breasts. His lips traveled over my shoulders as Hawkeye's lips moved against my mouth.

Working in tandem, they slid me further onto the bed, laying me on my side. Then, starting at my toes, they began to kiss every inch of my skin; Hawkeye in front, BJ in back. Two sets of soft, warm lips moved slowly over me, pausing every once and a while to taste my skin with a quick flick of their tongues. Each man nibbled and licked and kissed their way upward until they returned to my face and shoulders.

Hawkeye's mouth covered mine once again, his tongue sliding between my teeth. One hand went under my neck and into my hair. The other crept up my torso, finally coming to a rest against one of my breasts. A moment later, Hawkeye broke our kiss and shifted slightly. I gasped when I felt his lips close over my nipple. He ran his tongue around the dark circle of skin and it tightened into a small, hard bud for him.

BJ's lips were moving along my shoulder blades as one of his hands made its way across my hips and down to my crotch. He began to trace his fingertips over my sensitive area in a way that he knew would have the most effect - sliding forward and back, slowly at first, then swirling harder and faster until he felt my body responding to him. There was no way I could stop myself - and BJ was very aware of that fact. My labia swelled under his ministrations, becoming almost painfully tender.

Almost.

There was a thin line between pain and pleasure. A point where one morphed into the other. Certain moments when they became interchangeable.

A second set of fingers joined BJ's, then actually replacing them - freeing my husband to slide his fingers inside of me. First two, then three slipped into my vagina. As BJ moved his fingers in and out of my center, Hawkeye teased my clit with his skilled fingertips. I felt myself becoming increasingly wet, my orgasm building with each second that passed.

"BJ. Hawkeye. Stop," I tried to speak, but my voice came out in a pathetic half-sigh. "I'm about to …"

I couldn't hold back any longer. My muscles clenched tightly around BJ's fingers and I grabbed the back of Hawkeye's head, holding him firmly to my breast. My body shook with tremors as I panted and moaned and begged for more. I would have been embarrassed if I hadn't been the one to suggest this whole thing in the first place, and I'd imagine some people could say that I sounded a little bit like a whore, but I don't know that I really cared. At that particular moment, all I wanted was more and it didn't matter what I said or did - as long as I got what I wanted.

I reached out and wrapped my hand around Hawkeye's penis and began to pump along its length. His mouth moved from my chest up to my collar bone and across to my shoulder. BJ's erection pressed roughly on my buttocks and he started to grind against me. He pulled his fingers out of my center and brought them around to my anus. They tickled the outside of the tight ring of flesh for only a few seconds, then they were gone. I groaned in disappointment and opened my eyes to see BJ sliding those same fingers into Hawkeye's mouth. The older doctor took them in, sliding his tongue over and between them, coating each one with a thick layer of saliva. It was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen.

When his fingers were wet enough, BJ removed them and leaned toward Hawkeye, quickly replacing the fingers with his lips. His hand moved its way back down my body and BJ began to gently, but insistently insert the slick digits into me. He worked the tight skin, stretching and massaging until it became more pliable. More yielding.

There was a little bit of pain as his fingers moved, but Hawkeye was doing a pretty good job distracting me. He had taken my hand off of him and was pulling one of my legs over his hip. A moment later, he was inside of me, solid and hot. He slid in and out with a slow, measured rhythm. It seemed as if he was savoring each second, burning the feeling of me into his memory. I wanted to grab him and force him to go faster, but I didn't dare. This was new to me too and I wanted it to last for as long as I could make it.

As Hawkeye moved within me, BJ matched his friend's pace with his fingers. When Hawkeye thrust in, BJ did the same. They continued to kiss over my shoulder and I found that if I turned my head slightly, I could join them. It was an amazing thing - three pairs of lips, three tongues, moving together with absolute precision.

Hawkeye's thrusting quickened and I felt myself nearing the edge again. I broke away from their kiss and inhaled deeply, trying to calm myself. I wanted to make sure that BJ was inside of me, to be joined with Hawkeye and me, when I came.

"Honey," I managed, breathless and panting, pushing myself back against his hand. "I want you to …"

Before I was able to finish, Hawkeye stilled and I felt BJ remove his fingers, replacing them with the tip of his penis.. With one push, he entered me. My body automatically tensed at the initial pressure, but I forced myself to relax. BJ was behind me - not some stranger. I knew he would never hurt me. I trusted him - completely.

I wanted this. I wanted them.

BJ pulled away from Hawkeye and brushed his lips over the edge of my ear.

"Are you okay," he whispered. "I can stop if you need me to."

"No, don't stop," I sighed, opening my eyes and meeting Hawkeye's heavy-lidded gaze. He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. "Just go slowly."

"I promise."

Hawkeye remained still as BJ pushed into me, stopping when he reached his full length. There was more pain as my body adjusted to him. It was sharp at first, but as BJ pulled out and began to thrust, it became more of a dull ache. Then, the pain was gone. There was only heat and sweat and pleasure.

BJ quickly found his rhythm, and Hawkeye matched it easily. The two men slid in and out of me as if they were performing a choreographed dance. Each one keeping perfect time with the other. Through the thin layer of skin dividing my insides, I could feel them, feel their erections, as they slid back and forth against each other.

Electricity flowed between the three of us as hands and lips and bodies moved together in one fluid motion. Blood was rushing through my veins. My heart was pounding behind my ribs. My lungs were burning. Every cell in my entire body was pleading - no, screaming for release.

I broke away from Hawkeye's kiss and panted, gulping down throatful after throatful of precious air. Heat began to pool within me and I knew I was nearing the edge. I laid my head on BJ's shoulder as the two of them continued to pump into me.

With each thrust, we drew closer and closer to the precipice.

BJ slid his hands around Hawkeye's buttocks and gripped him tightly. I felt their members pulsing inside of me as my muscles constricted around them. Two voices moaned out my name and warmth sprayed deeply into me. Seconds later, tremors shook my body and I came - hard - screaming one man's name, then the other, into the heated bedroom air.

None of us moved. I couldn't have even if I'd wanted to. My body felt boneless, my muscles useless piles of gelatin. Both men went soft and pulled out of me. BJ snuggled up against my back and brushed his lips over my shoulder. Hawkeye rolled onto his back and I laid my head on his chest. BJ's heart was pounding against my spine and Hawkeye's was beating in my ear. The sound was extremely soothing.

"I think," BJ's voice was hoarse, throaty. It vibrated against my skin. He began to trace his fingers along my side, his hand sliding down my stomach and coming to a rest on Hawkeye's abdomen. "We should stay right here for tonight." He yawned, his tone sleepy. "Any complaints?"

Mumbles were his only answer. Hawkeye was already asleep and I was on the verge of dropping off as well. I placed my hand on top of BJ's, braiding my fingers with his. I felt myself drifting even deeper and squeezed his hand tightly.

"Love you," I whispered and tipped over the edge into slumber.

"Love you, too," he replied softly and followed me down.

I woke a few hours later, still positioned snuggly between both men. The only difference was Hawkeye's hand. In his sleep, he had placed it on top of mine and had somehow managed to weave his fingers in with ours. A quick glance at the clock told me it was 4:31am.

I untangled myself as quickly and as quietly as I could. I didn't want to wake them. I slipped out of bed and left the room, silently making my way downstairs and into the kitchen. After filling a glass with water, I leaned against the counter and took a long, refreshing drink. My mouth was dry, my body still sticky with dried sweat and semen. God, I needed a shower.

Finishing the water in one long swallow, I placed the glass in the sink and went back upstairs. I made the decision to use the guest bathroom for my shower, not wanting to disturb BJ and Hawkeye. The hot water and steam refreshed me immediately. I dried myself and wrapped the damp towel around my clean body. I felt wide awake, but my heavy, drooping eyelids told a different story. Maybe I'd be able to go back to sleep if I got back into bed.

I re-entered my bedroom and, through the darkness, I saw that BJ and Hawkeye had closed the gap between them and were now spooned together. Their bodies were aligned perfectly. They fit together like peas in a pod. BJ's face was in Hawkeye's hair, arm hanging loosely across his friend's torso, one leg thrown over Hawkeye's legs. And Hawkeye was curled up against BJ's stomach.

They looked so peaceful and I couldn't help but smile.

Reaching to the floor, I grabbed a random robe and wrapped it around myself. It was Hawkeye's. Closing the door behind me, I went to the spare room (or Hawkeye's room as it came to be called after that night) and climbed into bed. I pulled the covers up, surrounding myself with the scent of Hawkeye Pierce. Pressing my head into the pillow, I realized that there was a piece of BJ here too. I could smell him in the soft cotton pillowcase.

Inhaling deeply, I allowed myself to be pulled back into the arms of slumber.

It's been five years since that night. I wish I could tell you that we lived happily ever after, together, but this isn't a fairy tale. Are we happy? Yes. Are we together? Well, that's a difficult question to answer.

BJ, Erin and I are still in Mill Valley. Hawkeye is still in Crabapple Cove. But we visit each other often. Hawkeye comes here or we go there. Sometimes BJ travels to Maine alone - sometimes I do. It all depends on scheduling. Yes, it's a strange situation, but it's one we've all easily and willingly adapted to.

Things are about to change, however. A few weeks ago, I gave birth to a son - Benjamin Jacob. He was born with a head full of straight, pitch-black hair. And as shocking as that may be to some people, no one was surprised around here.

After that first year, we all realized that the relationships between the three of us were becoming more and more permanent as time went on. We sat down with each family - mine, BJ's and Hawkeye's - and explained things to everyone. It took some time and a lot of answering questions, but eventually every single person understood and accepted it.

When I realized I was pregnant, we decided to have some tests done - I guess that's one of the perks of being involved with two doctors - and found out that Hawkeye was the father. For a moment, I thought BJ might be angry with us. But I was very wrong. He was almost as happy as he'd been when we'd had Erin.

That's how things are with us. The three of us have become one. Mind, body and soul.

And now, Hawkeye is coming to California to live with us. Together - as one family. Daniel will be joining us as well. We found a house in San Francisco that is big enough for all of us. BJ and Hawkeye plan to open a clinic together. As partners.

You may think it's wrong or unnatural to live this way. And maybe you're right. I see it like a rollercoaster. We have our ups and downs. Twists and turns. Loop-de-loops. But it's very exciting.

I'm happy. We're all happy. And truth be told, isn't that what love is all about?

The End