Title:
Pouring
Pairing: BJ/Hawkeye
Rating:
PG
Disclaimer: I don't own them!
Summary:
Hawkeye + BJ + RainHot Wet Sexy people
Challenge: Response to Lisa's ABC challenge and her 10 minute challenge to use the line " ...The rain poured down..."
Thunder rolled and lightning danced across the sky. The rain poured down, drenching the camp. Anyone who was brave enough to venture outside was soaked instantly. If our lovely group of people were stateside, this would be a storm that would shut down businesses for a day. However, this is the army, and it never stops, not even for Christmas, but that's another tale in itself.
"Wish the rain would go away…," Radar muttered as he stabbed at his so-called dinner in the mess tent.
"You're not the only one," BJ replied, looking out the small window in the mess tent's door. Wonder how long this will last? BJ mused. His attention was quickly drawn back to the table, more specifically, his lap. Sitting there was a hand, but not just any hand, Hawkeye's hand. This hand was creating wonderful sensations, but in the public eye, these sensations could be very dangerous.
"Come on Beej, it's getting late. We might as well retire to the tent. Charles is gone for the week and we actually have some quiet." BJ voiced his agreement and the two men quickly, but not too quickly as to draw suspicion, left the mess tent and made their way to the Swamp, getting completely drenched in the process.
"It's getting worse out there," BJ commented, staring at his drenched companion. "Is that even possible?"
"I have no idea, but let's get these wet clothes off of you," Hawkeye said, his eyes darkening as he stepped closer to his friend.
"Hawk," BJ started to say, but was quickly cut off by a hard kiss from Hawkeye. For the next few minutes, two sets of hands explored the body opposite them, memorizing every part, every indent, scar, marking, sensitive spot, anything they could lay their hands on. Somehow, Hawkeye, in the midst of their wandering hands, managed to get BJ's wet shirt off of him. How he did it was still a complete mystery to the blonde-haired man, but at the moment that didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was the lips that were currently attached to his neck.
