Better Judgement

It was incredibly early in the morning when Hawkeye came stumbling into his tent, bleary eyed and tired looking. He could easily reason as to why he looked that way; after all, it was rare that the doctor got up so early. There had been instances, of course, but each of those applied towards pranking, not towards visiting him. It wasn't his place to question Hawkeye's motives regardless, so he flashed the man a grin and pulled out his two chairs.

Hawkeye stumbled to the second chair, but didn't sit, instead he slipped it onto one leg and slowly began to spin it - using his index finger to keep it from toppling over. Perhaps he had not come for some form of heartfelt talk, he thought to himself. Just as well, he was a bit tired himself and not yet prepared for a long discussion about anything. Judging from Hawkeye's almost wavering stance and his now sloppy chair spinning, it didn't seem like he would be able to talk long even if he wanted to.

When the chair crashed to the wooden floor, he was a bit startled but otherwise unaffected by the brief noise. Were he anywhere else he expected that he would have hit the deck, so to speak, thinking the noise was an explosion. Though at times Hawkeye was just as bad as shelling.

Without warning, Hawkeye had moved in front of him, staring directly into his eyes. He thought to himself as he returned the stare, that Hawkeye probably had some deviousness in mind; either to be inflicted on him or to include him in some fashion. Both had happened before and considering the time of morning it was incredibly likely.

But neither was the case, as he suddenly found himself thrown down on his bunk with Hawkeye positioned over him. He wasn't pinned as far as he could tell. He could move freely, but the way the doctor was positioned prevented him from sliding out from under him. He might as well have been pinned down.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," Hawkeye whispered into his ear.

Nervously he responded to the man, "Y-yes, my son?" He wasn't exactly sure he wanted to know what Hawkeye's sin was, considering the position they were now in.

"I am in love with a man," he stated it clear as day without the slightest bit of hesitation. It was almost as if he had just casually mentioned that the sky was blue or something equally undisturbing.

Lord Almighty, help me. He pleaded silently as he felt Hawkeye place his lips on his neck, softly kissing his skin. If there were more space to move, he would have tried to throw Hawkeye off of him. Regardless of space, he should have tried anyway, but instead he remained still.

He shivered for a moment as he felt Hawkeye run his tongue along his neck, slowly moving up to his jaw line, where he lingered for a few moments to kiss it's contours. The man appeared to be taking his sweet time with whatever he was doing exactly, almost obsessively touching or tracing every curve and angle of his jaw with his lips and tongue.

There were a handful of things he could have done while this was happening, but instead he just closed his eyes, allowing Hawkeye to do as he wished despite the fact that his better judgement was screaming at him for action. There was the distinct thought that he shouldn't have been allowing this to happen, but it was displaced by a second set of thoughts that were more focused on Hawkeye's kissing and gentle licking.

There was hands on his jacket - Hawkeye's - that were slowly removing it from him. He complied quickly, almost eagerly, and for a few moments he was startled by his own actions and willingness. Freed from the jacket, he now had just his black shirt keeping his chest unexpossed from Hawkeye. Without even the slightest bit of hesitation, he felt Hawkeye's eager hands at work once again, slipping under his black shirt and slowly pulling it upwards.

Instead of simply complying this time, he wrapped his arms around Hawkeye's back, slowly pulling him down to him. He slowly slid his eyes opened and once more he flashed the doctor a grin as he pressed his lips against his. Hawkeye may have started calling the shots originally, but now he was going to take over. The doctor would simply have to deal with that for now, regardless of if he liked it or not.

Good Lord, he thought to himself as he ran his tongue over Hawkeye's lips, the man is wonderful. For now, he would ignore the fact that what was going on was entirely wrong.