Title: X-Rated - Part 3
Pairing: Oy!
Rating: Borderline NC17 - slash, slash and more slash
See Part 1 for disclaimers and other information.
Unfortunately, I never got the chance to use anything to my advantage.
Not because of a lack of trying on my part, mind you. Over the past few weeks, I've been so careful around BJ and Trapper. I've let them come to me when they wanted to. I've been avoiding the Swamp when I knew they'd be there alone. Casualties were coming in regularly, and we were busy, but not ridiculously so. There weren't many opportunities for the three of us to be together. Things seemed to be playing out just fine, I just hadn't found my moment to reveal that I knew about them.
Until one night, after an excruciatingly long stretch in the OR - Potter called the three of us to his office. When we got there, he handed each of us a weekend pass. Told us to take a few days to decompress and regroup.
"Boys, you put in a helluva lot of hours in the OR recently. I want you to pack up some things and take your butts to Tokyo. Get away from here. Get some rest. Relax. Have some fun."
Shocked glances pass between us, but before any of our 'what ifs' can be asked, the CO holds up his hand and silences them.
"I've already had Radar request some temporary replacements. They'll be arriving here Friday a.m. We have them 'til Sunday p.m. HQ says there's a temporary cease fire, so go. And don't argue with me. I can still change my mind."
"You don't have to tell me twice," Trapper says and jumps up from his seat. "Thanks, Colonel."
"No thanks are necessary. Now git! You've only got one day to get yourselves packed and ready."
BJ and Trapper are out of Potter's office faster than a Midwestern tornado in the spring, but I hang back. Three days. In Tokyo. Alone with BJ and Trapper. I think I'm still in shock.
"Something bothering you, son? You got a puss on your face like someone just put ice in your shorts."
"No, I'm fine. I'm just ... thanks again for the passes, Colonel. I'm sure we'll make good use out of them."
The booze starts flowing as soon as the hotel room door closes behind us. Not that I'm surprised, considering who we are. Though I didn't expect we'd burn through two entire bottles of gin so quickly. Then again, this is real gin. The good stuff. Not the rot-gut lighter-fluid we call gin back at the Swamp. This is smooth and sweet - perfect for making an exceptionally dry martini. And those martinis are going down awfully easy.
In just over an hour, the three of us are completely drunk. The room is spinning and not in an entirely unpleasant way. We're laughing and joking and just being us. We're having such a great time that I'm loathe to leave the merriment to relieve myself. But, my bladder feels like a water-filled balloon that's about to burst. I stand, stumble, and fall back down onto the edge of the bed. BJ and Trapper start laughing at me, which makes me laugh, which of course puts more pressure on my overly-soggy insides.
"I have to go before I wet myself," I slur and stand again. My legs feel like Jell-O, but they hold my weight this time. "Be right back. And don't drink the rest of that while I'm gone."
"No promises, Hawk," BJ says and lays down on the bed I've just vacated.
"Yeah, yeah. Some friends you are," I reply and leave the room. I glance back at the closed door and sigh. We should have spent the extra money for a room with a bathroom attached. Damn.
When I return, I pause at the door. The soft sounds coming from behind it bring a smile to my face. Squeaks of protest from overused bed springs. Rustling of clothes. Short, sharp intakes of breath. The wet sound of lips connecting.
If I didn't know better, I'd say that one or both of my friends had found some company. Of course, the only people in that room, behind that door, are BJ and Trapper. And by the sound of things, they aren't wasting any time. I momentarily wonder if they are trying to rush - to finish before I get back. But they are both so drunk that I'm guessing they don't care.
The longer I listen to them, the more aroused I become. I finally open the door and slip inside the dimly lit room. With a flick of my fingers, I engage the lock. The click echoes within the confined space - a sound that is much louder than I'd expected it to be. It startles me and I quickly shift my eyes to the bed. I am met with the sight of Trapper and BJ, joined together in a heated kiss. They are both shirtless and BJ is on his back with Trapper straddling his hips. Their lips move over each other's hungrily. Tongues tangling between gasps of breath. I watch as Trapper slides his hands behind BJ's head. The muscles in his back ripple as he pulls the younger doctor into a sitting position. The kiss ends with an audible 'pop' and Trapper's lips travel down BJ's neck to his shoulders.
BJ's eyes part into slits and our gazes meet. His eyes open fully in shock and he shoves Trapper away roughly. The taller man loses his balance and falls off the side of the bed.
"BJ, what the ..." Trapper jumps to his feet. He follows BJ's gaze to the door and sees me standing there.
"We, uh, have company," BJ's words are laced with guilt. He runs a hand over his mouth. It looks almost as if he's trying to erase Trapper's kiss from his lips.
"Hawk," Trapper says, acknowledging my presence. His voice also holds some guilt, but not nearly to the same extent as BJ's. Then again, I wouldn't expect any different. Trapper doesn't make excuses for what he does.
BJ slides off the bed and approaches me.
"Hawk, we ... I can explain." He reaches out and tries to place his hand on my cheek. I grab him before he can make contact.
"Beej, before you get all freaked out, I have to tell you something." My friend's eyes cloud with confusion and I smile broadly at him. "I already know."
"What," comes the reply from both of my stunned Swamp mates. I almost laugh because the two of them sound like owls, but instead of 'who' it's 'what'.
"I know about you and Trapper. About your extracurricular activities with each other."
"How?"
Again, with the echo and this time I do laugh at them.
"Let's just say that you two aren't exactly skilled at hiding things. Trapper, the night you came back from the front, you and BJ did that whole 'my dick's bigger than yours' display in the Swamp." I laugh even harder when BJ turns his head and glares at Trapper. "That's when I figured it out. I'd had suspicions before that, but when you two were toe to toe, all of the pieces fell into place. I wanted to be sure, so I said I was going to post-op, but I really snuck behind the Swamp to spy on you."
"Pretty sneaky, Hawk," Trapper tries to sound annoyed, but he fails. I can tell he's impressed by his tone.
"Since then, I've just been biding my time waiting for a situation to present itself to me." I grin at both of them. "I've been waiting and waiting, but it never came. Now, thanks to Potter and his generosity, here it is. A nice gift in the form of my two half-naked roommates."
"So, you're not mad?" BJ exhales in relief.
"The only reason I'm mad, is because you bozos didn't tell me sooner." I put my arm around BJ's shoulder and lead him back to the bed. I sit down on the edge, pulling my friend down with me. "Think of all the time we've wasted. All the fun we've missed out on because you kept your mouth's shut for so long."
"Hawk," Trapper smirks at me. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"That all depends on what you think I'm saying."
"I think you're saying that the three of us should ..." he gestures between us, but is voice is cautious. Which is definitely odd. Especially for Trapper. I figured he'd be the first one on the bandwagon.
"Hey, Trap. You know, if you're not interested ..." I begin to stand, only to be hauled back down by Trapper, who has now joined BJ and me on the bed.
"I didn't say that," Trapper snaps and gestures at BJ. "Did you hear me say that? Because I know I didn't say that."
BJ doesn't respond. In fact, his gaze is glued to the floor and he's chewing at the inside of his cheek. I can almost hear the argument going on in his head. Should I? Shouldn't I?
"Beej," I place my hand over his. "If this is going to be too much for you, it's okay."
He glances at me out of the corner of his eye, and I see a glint sparkling below the surface of them. His lips twitch and slowly form into a grin.
"I'm in," he says quietly, but confidently.
"What was that, Hunnicutt?" Trapper grabs BJ under the arms and jerks him backward, pulling him further onto the bed. "Speak up."
"I said," BJ turns and fixes his stare on Trapper. His tone is full of challenge. "I'm in."
"And you know that I'm in," Trapper's voice matches BJ's and I can't help but grin. Here we go again.
"Alright, you two," I kneel on the bed between them and place my hands on their bare chests. Their skin is soft and warm. Heat rushes through me. "Enough with the macho crap. You're both about the same size," I say with a large, smug grin. They begin to protest, but I shake my head back and forth and cut them off. "Don't argue. You know it's true. Okay, so let's think about the situation for a minute. You want him. He wants you." I gesture between them. "I definitely want the two of you. And you both want me. Not that I can blame you. I mean, look at me. I'm gorgeous!"
"Has anyone ever told you that you have a very high opinion of yourself?" Trapper asks.
"As a matter of fact, I think you've told me that." My friend nods, his lips curling into a smirk. "But, you can't argue with the truth, Trapper."
"He's right, you know," BJ agrees with a shake of his head and a laugh.
"Well, Hawk," Trapper leans back on his elbows. "Since you're Mr. Popularity, how do you want to work this?"
"Hmmmmmmm," I mumble and shift my gaze between them. "How about slipping me into something a little more comfortable?"
BJ's eyes settle on mine. His hands slide under the front of my t-shirt. He glances over my shoulder and I feel Trapper's hands on my back. BJ grasps the edge of my shirt and pulls it over my head. He tosses it to the side and reaches out for me. I notice that he's got that grin on his face. With a slight turn of my head, I can see the same one on Trapper's lips.
The corners of my own mouth begin to twitch, but before they can curl upward, BJ is on me. His lips crush against mine - the force knocking me off balance and into Trapper, who's hands are moving across the expanse of my naked back. I feel him move away as BJ pushes me down onto the bed. Our kiss ends and his lips move down my throat to my chest.
BJ's hands grasp at the waistband of my pants - he tugs open the button and lowers the zipper. The restrictive clothing is removed quickly and my erection, finally released from its cloth prison, pops out happily. Cool air brushes over the weeping tip and I shiver as goosebumps rise along my body.
Trapper's mouth closes over mine. His hands are on my shoulders and he has me pinned to the bed. My lips part and his tongue sweeps along the inside of my mouth.
My breath chokes off in my throat as BJ's warm, moist lips wrap around me. His tongue slides along the bottom of my shaft and my body jerks in response. I feel Trapper pull his hand away from my shoulder. He massages his way down my torso. When he finally arrives at my groin, he reaches past BJ and cups my testicles within his palm - his long fingers teasing the tight ring of skin that lays beyond them.
BJ opens his throat to me and my hips thrust upward. I plunge into him as deeply as I can. His muscles tighten around me - gag reflex engaging, I'm sure - but they relax almost as quickly. I am panting into Trapper's mouth as he rubs my entrance with his fingertips.
Trapper releases my testicles and devotes all of his attention to my anus. His lips move from my mouth to my clavicle. He begins suckling at the tight flesh he finds there. As BJ's mouth devours my length, Trapper slides one, then two fingers into me. I clench my teeth and hiss in reaction to the slight pain of his intrusion.
BJ begins to slide his mouth up and down along my erection. His tongue and teeth and lips working together to pull me toward climax. I can feel it building, coiling inside of me. It's like I'm teetering on the edge, but am unable to fall off. I'm becoming desperate for the blissful release that waits for me on the other side of the cliff. I feel like my body won't allow me to let go. But as Trapper's fingertip finds my prostate, I explode into BJ's mouth in a series of powerful spurts. A long, loud moan escapes my lips.
Before I even have a chance to recover, Trapper's hands slide around me. One strong pull, and I'm flipped over onto my stomach. I feel lips moving down my back and I know they are Trapper's because BJ is now kneeling in front of me. His hand is wrapped around his own erection.
Trapper hauls me up onto my hands and knees, his mouth still attached to my skin. His tongue tickles each and every vertebrae of my spine and my back arches in response. I gasp when I feel the tip sliding back and forth along my crease.
After a few flicks of his tongue, Trapper pulls away. A moment later, I feel the head of his penis pressing against my entrance. I brace myself for his initial thrust. I have complete faith in my friend - that he won't hurt me, but I'm not stupid. I'm also a doctor, so I realize that there is going to be some pain. Physical pain passes, however. I keep this thought in my mind as Trapper pushes into me. My muscles tense automatically, but I will them to relax. My jaw clenches and I exhale tightly. Inch by inch, he slowly enters, until I am completely filled by him. The skin tears slightly, but I've felt worse pain than this before.
Trapper leans over me, his body pressed against my back. I feel his lips moving over my ear.
"You okay, Hawk?" His voice is panty, breathless. Full of concern for me. I nod and relax my muscles even further.
As Trapper begins to pump into me, I hear BJ mumbling. I'd almost forgotten that he was here with us. My eyes open into slits and I glance at him. He remains on his knees in front of me - eyes sealed shut, head flung back, mouth open. He still has his hand on his erection, only now, he is sliding his fist along its length in long, slow, graceful strokes. Although I can see his lips moving, I can't understand what he's saying. But seeing him like that turns me on so much that I almost can't stand it.
"Beej," I gasp and reach for him "Come closer. I can't … reach you."
BJ opens his eyes and they meet mine. His expression is open and honest. It is full of friendship and love and desire. That gaze wraps its tendrils around my heart and my soul. He is asking permission with those eyes. I nod and hold my hand out as far as I can.
"I want you, Beej," I whisper. He grabs my hand and I pull him to me. He bends slightly and kisses me on the lips.
As I open my mouth to take BJ in, I feel Trapper's fingers settle into each of my hips. He pulls out of me and begins thrusting gently … slowly. The pain I was feeling has changed. It is now a slight stinging sensation - and it's not entirely unpleasant. I wait until Trapper finds a rhythm, then I lean in and place my lips around BJ.
His tip is already weeping with pre-come. I slide my tongue over it and BJ moans my name in response. His hands find their way into my hair, his fingers weaving through the strands. I feel his grip tighten, but he's careful not to pull too hard.
BJ slips in and out of my mouth in perfect harmony with Trapper. When one of them speeds up the pace, the other matches, stroke for stroke. Then they slow in tandem. And every so often, they both lean in and I hear their lips connecting wetly above me. It's as if they are communicating on some sort of non-verbal level. It takes me back to that night in the Swamp; when they were standing toe-to-toe. Their eyes locked together. They had both looked so powerful. Their desire to dominate each other had been palpable - alive. And now, here I was. In the very center of that swirl of lust. That thought alone causes my insides to flutter and heat begins to pool in my groin. My pulse races as my heart pounds within my chest.
Without missing a beat, one of Trapper's hands leaves my hips and wraps around my growing erection. It's in this moment that I realize I am also a part of this symbiotic thought process that has taken over the situation between us.
I run my tongue along the underside of BJ's penis and take him all the way into my throat. He begins to pant and I can feel the veins pulsing beneath the silky flesh of him. Trapper's thrusting quickens and I hear him grunting behind me. His fist pumps along my length as the fingers of his other hand dig into my pelvis. BJ also picks up his pace; his pants changing to short choppy hisses of breath.
I'm surprised to find that my own testicles are tightening. I'm getting close to the edge … again.
I am unable to give it another thought, because Trapper buries himself inside of me, his nails cutting sharply into the flesh of my hip. A groan gurgles in his throat and I feel warmth spreading within my body. He collapses on top of me, almost knocking me to my stomach. But he manages to pull his hand off my pelvis and places it on the bed, bracing himself. His chest heaves against my back, his warm breath brushing my shoulder.
BJ comes immediately after Trapper. His grip tightens in my hair as his seed sprays into my mouth and down my throat. I swallow the salty fluid and run my tongue over his tip. He shivers and pulls away from me.
I can feel my own climax building with each stroke of Trapper's skilled hand. My blood is pumping, my breath heaving. Just as I'm about to reach the edge, my friend disappears. My eyes pop open.
"Trapper, I'm …"
He cuts me off by throwing me onto my back. Before I can utter another word of protest, Trapper's mouth closes over my throbbing erection. He sucks me in, tongue rolling along my length and tip. I try and hold back, but I can't. My back arches and I push deeply into his throat. I empty, his name a moan on my lips.
Trapper moves away and slides his body along one side of me. BJ does the same on the other side. I glance from one to the other and back again. Then my eyes find the ceiling and close.
"Oh. My. God."
TBC
