Title: X-Rated - Part 2
Rating: Very hard R


Dinner in the mess is always such a joy. The loud clanging of the trays, utensils, and cups. The complaints about crappy food. The awful smell of the aforementioned food. And unfortunately, tonight is no different. Well, except for the fact that BJ and I have kissed - and we've made plans to do more of it later. Not that it matters to anyone but us. I find I'm so nervous I can't sit still. BJ is sitting very close to me. I can feel his leg twitching next to mine. Neither of us has touched a bite of dinner.

My stomach is tied in knots. Beads of sweat form at the nape of my neck and trickle down my spine, causing me to shiver. I glance sideways at BJ and see that he has tiny spots of perspiration on his forehead. His eyes meet mine and we both look away quickly.

I swear I'm going to suffocate from the pressure I feel pushing down on my chest. I hear BJ's breath hitching beside me. His leg keeps bouncing. Up, down, up, down, up, down. It's not helping. If anything, his nervous tick is making me more anxious.

"Beej," I whisper out of the corner of my mouth. "Knock off the leg thing."

"I'm trying," he replies under his breath. "It won't stop."

"Something wrong, boys?" Potter's voice sounds muffled to my ears. Probably because my blood is rushing through my body so fast that it's pounding in my head like a bass drum. "You both seem a little distracted tonight."

"And are thankfully quiet," Margaret adds. "To what do we owe this overly peaceful meal?"

"Nothing," I snap, drawing a shocked glance from not only Potter and Margaret, but from Radar and Father Mulcahy as well. "Sorry. Nothing's wrong. I guess I'm just a little tired."

"We're a little worried about Trapper. That's all," BJ adds. To me, he sounds exceptionally unconvincing, but no one else seems to notice. He spears a piece of food on his fork, then rethinks it and tosses the utensil back onto his tray. I notice that his hand is shaking almost as hard as his leg.

"He'll be alright, BJ," Fr. Mulcahy pats his hand. "Trapper's quite a scamp. With that silver tongue of his, he could talk his way out of just about anything."

"Yeah, that's Trapper alright," I say. My tone is more sarcastic and hollow than I'd intended. BJ's leg goes completely still against mine. The air seems to close in on me, heavy and warm with static tension. I can feel every hair on my body standing at attention. BJ places his hand on my thigh and I stop breathing for a second.

"We just want him back in one piece, Colonel." BJ's words are quiet and tight. His fingers on my thigh feel like five tiny points of white-hot fire. I'm trying as hard as I can to not break out into a full-on sweat while trying to keep my voice as neutral as I possibly can.

"The rest of us do too, son," Potter says, then turns his eyes to me. "You've been up there before, Pierce. I can understand him being nervous, but you?"

BJ is now tracing circles on my inner thigh with his fingertips. I know if he doesn't stop soon, I'm going to have a lot of explaining to do to our dinner company. Especially when I throw BJ down onto the table and attack him.

"I know. Maybe it's all BJ's fault. He's telegraphing all of his nerves onto me." I smirk at him. Instead of smirking back, he digs his fingers into my leg. I nearly jump out of my seat.

"Pierce!" Margaret's startled voice sounds. "What is wrong with you?"

"He's just a little on edge today, Margaret," BJ says and relaxes his grip on me. "Jumpy."

"I'm okay."

"You really should eat something, sir." I can always count on Radar to be concerned about my well being.

"I should ..." The words choke off in my throat when BJ's fingers tighten again. The tips burn hotly through my thin pants and I get his hint. "But, I'm really not that hungry tonight. I think I'm going to retire to the Swamp and catch up on some beauty sleep. You coming, Beej."

He gives the fakest yawn I've ever seen and stands.

"Yeah. I could use about fifty winks, too."

"Hopefully we don't get any business tonight." Potter takes a long drink of his coffee. "I think we could all use some rest."

"Yeah," I reply noncommittally. "Good night."

"'Night, boys. Sleep well."

"We'll try," BJ shoots back over his shoulder.


BJ and I leave the mess tent and head back to the Swamp. Neither one of us says a word, but the air around us seems to be crackling with electricity. The feel of it on my skin is almost painful. I walk directly to the still and fill two glasses. Handing one to BJ, I take a seat on my cot. He does not sit, but paces back and forth within the small, tight space between our beds. The more he walks, the faster he gets. The faster he gets, the more oppressive the tension becomes.

"Well," I say and take a slow sip of my drink. "This is sufficiently awkward."

"I'm not sure," BJ stumbles over his words. He takes a long swallow of his own drink. "What I'm doing. What you expect."

"Me? I don't expect anything, Beej. But I am a little confused. The way you were acting in the mess, I figured you were in a big hurry to get back here."

"I was."

"Was? Past tense?" I try and keep my voice light, but it betrays me by trembling slightly. I clear my throat. "Change your mind?"

"No." And with that one word, my heart starts beating again.

"Okay, so would you mind explaining the marathon you've decided to run, right now, between our cots?"

"I don't know, Hawk. When we were sitting in the mess, so close to each other that I could almost feel your skin through my clothes - it was overwhelming."

"I'd have to agree with that."

"I wanted nothing more than to get back here as quickly as I could."

"Again, preaching to the choir, Beej."

"But now, that we're here, I'm actually nervous."

"You shouldn't be." I reach out and grab his arm as he passes me. He finally meets my eyes and I pull him down on the cot. "There's nothing to be nervous about."

BJ's body is stiff with tension. I place my hand on his shoulder and give it a reassuring squeeze. He relaxes and laughs softly.

"Damnit if I don't feel like this is a first date and the time has come for the goodnight kiss."

I lean over and press my lips to his. I pull back with a smile.

"There you go," I say and throw my hands in the air. "Now you don't have to worry about making the first move. I made it. You don't have to be nervous anymore."

"My knight in shining ..." BJ laughs nervously and looks me over. "Army greens?"

"I worked on this outfit all day!" I say in an attempt to keep the mood light, but the room grows silent again. I place my hand on BJ's. "Come on Beej. Everthing's okay. Don't be nervous."

"Thanks, Hawk. But, you know this is the first ..."

BJ's eyes cloud over and I can almost see the gears in his brain grind to a halt and quickly change direction. It's very strange. He was obviously about to say something, but decided not to. I watch as he regathers his thoughts and runs a hand through his hair.

"I guess with some people, sex is just sex and with others it isn't. And I get the feeling that being with you, won't be just sex."

"I think maybe you're right."

"And Trapper?"

"Trapper's just sex," I say without a moment's hesitation. It is, after all, the truth.

BJ nods and the sparkle returns to his eyes. He leans in and brushes his lips against mine. This kiss is so much different than the one in the supply tent. That kiss had been frenzied, rushed and spontaneous. This time, BJ's lips move slowly over mine. The tip of his tongue teases the corners of my mouth. He is in no hurry. I try to deepen the kiss by slipping my hand behind BJ's neck and pulling him in, but he is having no part of that.

To my shock, BJ takes complete control of the situation. Every part of this kiss is deliberate. Hard, then soft. A dart of his tongue between my teeth. A slight tug of my hair. Delicate pressure on the back of my head delivered with his hand. I thought I was going to have to take the lead here, but I'm wrong. This supposedly inexperienced friend of mine has me panting within seconds. Heat starts pooling in my groin as all of my blood pumps into my lower half.

BJ removes his lips from mine and releases my hair. He grasps the edge of my shirt and pulls it up and off. The Swamp is warm, almost too warm, but my skin is crawling with goose bumps. He stands and begins to undress. I separate myself from my olive green pants and boxers, and wait for him to rejoin me on the bed. I lay back and watch him.

As BJ unbuttons his pants, he pauses and glances down at me. The expression that was on his face only moments before has been replaced with a new one. One that is very familiar to me. It's almost identical to the look Trapper gives me right before he goes in for the kill. For some reason, seeing that particular expression on BJ's face unnerves me.

How could BJ copy that expression so perfectly? There's no way he could have seen Trapper look at me like that. Not in the darkness of the Swamp. Unless ...

Before I can finish the thought, BJ is on top of me. His warm, strong body presses me into the cot and his lips return to mine. I wrap my arms around his waist and force him closer. The feel of his erection, solid and slick, against my own is unbelievable. When BJ begins to rock slightly against me, I know it won't take long before I reach the point of no return. Each time he slides forward, his tip grazes the tight ring of skin at my entrance. I want to pull him down hard. Force him inside of me. But I resist the temptation. A decision like that, made in the heat of the moment, could easily damage the friendship we've already found with each other.

And I don't want that.

My mind registers the fact that, beyond my grabbing him in the supply tent and the first kiss here tonight, BJ has been the initiator. The aggressor in this situation. If the feel of him against me wasn't separating me completely from my senses, I'd probably stop him mid-thrust and demand that he explain to me what in the hell is going on with him. But I can't do that. I wouldn't stop him now, even if the war ended in this exact second. BJ is going to do whatever he wants to do to me. And I'm going to let him, not lead him.

My hands slide over the tight muscles of BJ's back. His sweat-slicked skin feels like glass under my touch. I kneed and massage my way across the expanse of his torso. From shoulders to hips, I memorize his body through my fingertips and palms. I grip his ass and pull him against me.

BJ moans deeply in his throat and begins thrusting hard. I can feel the blood pulsing inside of his solidness. Reaching between our bodies, I wrap my hand around the both of us. BJ must have had the same thought, because his fingers lace with mine.

With a final powerful thrust and a short hiss of breath, BJ sprays his seed on my stomach. The warmth of it takes me over the edge and I empty with BJ's name escaping my lips as a low groan. He collapses on top of me and we remain in that position for a long time. Through the sweat and the skin and the sticky come, I can feel his heart beating in time with mine. They slow in tandem, as does our breathing.

BJ finally rolls away from me, but not before brushing his lips across my collarbone and over my lips. He settles in beside me on the tiny cot and draws lazy circles on my chest with his fingertips. I turn my head and place soft kisses on his throat. BJ removes his hand from my chest and wraps it in my hair. He pulls my lips to his neck.

"God, Hawk. You feel so good." He arches his back and I feel him, fully erect again, pressing on my leg. I move over as far as I possibly can and pull BJ onto his back. Rolling on top of him, I straddle his hips. "Hawk, what're you doing?"

BJ's words are slurred, sleepy.

"Shhhhhh," I whisper and press my lips to his shoulder. Short flicks of the tongue and gentle nibbles accompany my kisses as I trace a path down the center of his body. His skin tastes salty and sweet - the joining of our sweat and our come. By the time I reach the patch of light, curly hair covering the area about his erection, his breath is coming in short, choppy gasps. The musty smell of BJ fills my nostrils and I breathe him in deeply. I slide my tongue over his hip bone and press my lips into his pelvis. Gentle sucking pulls blood just under the surface of BJ's skin and a small reddish-purple bruise forms.

When my tongue slides over his tip and down his length, BJ's body jerks upward. His hand finds its way back into my hair and I smile when he braids his fingers tightly within it. I open my mouth and take him in. BJ gently, but insistently, begins thrusting between my lips. I open my throat, allowing him to push to his root. My gag reflex engages, but I ignore it and focus on the silky feel of him on my tongue. The salty taste on his tip. The musky scent of him ...

I know BJ is close. I can feel him pulsing within my mouth and I hear him moaning softly.

"Hawk. Oh God, Hawk."

My name, on his lips, in that low guttural chant - and it's over for me. I erupt onto his leg. Not a second later, BJ pushes himself deep into my throat and I swallow everything he gives me. I slide up BJ's body and place my cheek against his stomach. It begins to gurgle and I laugh.

"I guess maybe we should have eaten something," BJ says and laughs with me.

"Speak for yourself. I'm full."

"You didn't have to do that, you know." BJ's fingers find their way to my face. His fingertips feather across over my forehead.

"Not up to your high standards?"

"Well..." he starts, but I raise myself up on my elbow and glare at him. "I'm kidding, Hawk."

"I know you are."

BJ yawns widely and his whole body shakes from the effort.

"We made a mess, Beej."

"Mmmmmmm..." He snuggles deeper into the cot.

"In my bed, Beej."

"Mmmmmmmmm..."

"The war is over, Beej."

"No it's not."

"I just wanted to see if you were listening to me," I admit jokingly. "So, what do you think? Shower or sleep?"

BJ pulls me up and cradles me against him.

"Sleep."

I reach around him and grasp the edge of the blankets. With one good yank, I manage to get the both of us covered. I settle my head on his chest and relax into his arms. My eyes begin to close.

"Beej?"

"Hmmmmm?"

"Good night."

"M'night."

BJ's breathing slows and I'm lulled into sleep.


"Honey's...I'm home!" The door to the Swamp swings open and Trapper strides confidently into the tent. "Sorry, I'm late. I hope you crazy kids didn't wait up."

"Look what the war dragged in," I say and gesture in Trapper's direction.

"And just when we finally got this place cleaned up and smelling better." BJ glances up from the chess board. "Since you were gone for five days, we were getting ready to put up an ad for a new roommate. We couldn't cover your rent anymore."

"Don't lie to me. I know the both of you cried yourselves to sleep every single night I was gone."

BJ and I glance at each other and I stifle a laugh.

"That's not exactly true, Trapper." BJ checkmates me and stands. He strolls over to the still and fixes some cocktails. "It's not like Hawk and I didn't have things to do. Or couldn't find things to do."

He's got a funny tone to his voice - half joking, half serious. And very confusing to me. BJ hands me a drink then approaches Trapper and hands him one.

"We can be pretty creative and entertaining when we want to be."

"You missed me. You can be a man and admit it, BJ." Trapper's gaze is fixed on BJ and vice versa. It's almost as if they are staring each other down. Alpha male verses alpha male, fighting for some kind of control. It strikes me as a little odd because they've never acted like this before tonight.

"Whatever you say, Trapper." When BJ stresses the name, his lips curl into a tight smirk. The air begins to crackle with electricity. The same way it did a few nights earlier. When BJ and I first ...

No way.

It's not possible that Trapper and BJ have ... is it? I watch as they stand there, toe to toe, mere inches apart, eyes locked together. My mind starts to slide puzzle pieces into place. BJ's aggressive behavior that seemed to appear out of nowhere. His quick dismissal of Trapper's possible reaction if he found out about us. That damn look he gave me. If BJ and Trapper have, somehow, been together it would explain a lot.

I'm tempted to break up their little power-play game, but I know that even if I point blank ask if they've done it, neither of them will admit it. At least not now, not here. I'll have to catch them in the act. The tension between them is starting to spread to me. I can feel it, alive, pressing down on me like an anvil. The tent is dark, except for the lamp BJ and I were using to see the chess board. Yet there seems to be an unnatural glow coming from the two men standing in front of me. The temperature in the tent is rising to an almost unbearable level. I can't stand it for another second.

"Well, as much as I'm enjoying the, uh, silent pissing contest between you two," I stand and grab my white coat. "I've got to get to Post-op." Which is a complete lie, but I need to get out of this space before the tension between these two crushes me.

Neither one moves or speaks. They just keep standing there, staring at each other. I get the feeling that all it would take is for me to touch one of them on the back with a feather, and they'd fall into the other man's arms. I walk over to them and wave my hand between their faces.

"Earth to Trapper. Earth to BJ. Come in someone," I say with a laugh. Trapper blinks and turns to look at me. His eyes are glazed over. "Shall I get the hose?"

"What?" Trapper's voice is tight. Annoyed.

"The hose," I pantomime spraying them with a hose. "To cool you both off."

"That won't be necessary." BJ backs away and sits on his bunk. I watch as he swallows his drink in one gulp. The overbearing heat finally begins to dissipate. "Everything is fine, Hawk."

I notice that they are both breathing a little bit harder than normal. Part of me acknowledges the fact that I should be angry with them. If they have slept together and haven't told me? Well, that's wrong. Another part of me, probably the southern region, realizes that this possible -development- between them isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Especially for me. After all, I'm attracted to both of them. They are both attracted me me. If they are also attracted to each other ... things could get very interesting around here.

"Well, since that's settled," I pause and grin widely at them. "I'll excuse myself and head to Post-op."

Trapper reaches out and places his hand on my wrist. His fingers tighten around it.

"What's with the grin, Hawk?"

"Nothing. Just glad you're back." I pull his hand away and let it drop to his side. "I'm off children. Behave yourselves. No fighting while daddy's gone."


I leave and the door slams shut behind me. I start walking towards Post-op, but back track and slip into the shadows behind the Swamp. At first, I hear nothing, and I actually feel bad about spying. For about one second. And thankfully, I don't have to wait much longer than that before I hear them whispering. I slump down into the darkness to eavesdrop on my roommates.

"Jesus, Trapper! What the hell was that all about?" I hear BJ's cot squeak in protest as he jumps to his feet

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about."

"That big, macho display you just put on in front of Hawkeye."

"Um, I seem to remember two people being involved in that, Beej." When Trapper uses the pet name I have for him, I can picture BJ cringe in response.

"Don't call me that, Trapper." BJ's voice is very tight, almost menacing. "You know I don't like it."

"Sorry. I forgot that privilege is reserved for someone other than me," Trapper replies snidely.

"Quit being a jerk."

They grow quiet and I hear the sound of the still gurgling. One of them must be refilling the drinks. A bed creaks loudly as someone sits down. There's a second creak, but I can't be sure if they are sitting together or not. If I were a betting man, I'd say they're both on Trapper's bed.

"So?"

"So, what?" BJ sounds irritated.

"Did you sleep with him or not?"

My breath catches and I almost cough, but I manage to stay completely silent. Why the hell would Trapper ask about that? There's no way he could've known we were going to ... unless the two of them had discussed it before Trapper left for the front.

"Yes," BJ answers quickly and I'm actually surprised at his candidness.

"And?"

"And? I'm not like you. I don't kiss and tell." There's the BJ I know and love. "And for once, could you please ask me a question that contains more than one word?"

"Don't be so short with me."

"I'm sorry. But, I'm feeling a little uneasy right now."

"How was it?" His tone tells me that Trapper is grinning.

"You now I'm not going to tell you about it, so stop asking."

"Why not?"

"So you can fly into some huge fit of jealousy? No thanks."

"Me? Jealous? Not possible." I almost laugh because, yes, I can tell just by the sound of his voice that Trapper is indeed jealous. "Should I be?"

"Let it go. You're acting like a child."

"Fine. I'll let it go." A long, loud creak splits the silence. Trapper has reclined on his bunk. I know this place and its sounds too well. "But you can at least tell me if you talked to him about us?"

"Of course not!"

"Why'd you say it like that? Do you regret it or something?"

"No." BJ sighs heavily. "I don't regret it. I guess it's just ..."

"Just what, BJ." Now Trapper's voice carries a hint of annoyance, as well as jealousy.

"You know I care about him, Trapper. I told you that the first night you and I were together. Don't you remember that?"

The first night? There's been more than one night?

"I remember."

"I don't want to hurt him." BJ pauses and sighs again. "I already feel guilty enough about what I'm doing to my wife and kid, Trapper. Hawkeye's the best friend I've ever had and you know I can't hurt him. I won't."

Trapper's bed squeaks again and I hear what sounds like the rustling of blankets. Or possibly clothing.

"I know. C'mere."

The next sound is one that I recognize immediately. A zipper being lowered and the wet echo of lips on lips.

"We'll figure out a way to tell him, BJ." Another zipper lowers and the light goes out. I hear the quiet swish of clothes falling to the floor. "Without hurting him."

"Mmmm hmmm," comes BJ's muffled response.

I decide to take my leave. Eavesdropping is one thing, but I'm not sure I'm ready for audio-only porn ... especially from them. I glance back at the Swamp and feel a smile spread across my face. I think I'll let those two keep their little secret for as long as they want. I'll just have to figure out a way to use this little tidbit of information to my own advantage.

TBC