Title: X-Rated - Part 4
Pairing: Oy!
Rating: Borderline R

See Part 1 for disclaimers and other information.


Sweaty and spent, the three of us curl up together on the bed. It's not that much bigger than the cots back at camp, but we somehow manage to squeeze in. Trapper's muscled frame is spooned against my back, BJ's tight, lean body against my chest. Trapper's arm is thrown over my stomach while my own hands are entwined with BJ's. His eyes are locked on mine and he smiles.

Comfortable silence envelopes the room and I feel Trapper go completely limp behind me. His breathing slows into the familiar sound of him dropping off to sleep. BJ's eyes are still joined with mine. He tightens his hold on my hands and lifts his head to press a soft kiss on my lips. I untangle my fingers from his and reach around his neck, pulling him in to deepen the kiss. Our tongues dance together slowly, but we stop before either of us gets too aroused. I break first and pull away.

"Beej?" I rest my hand on his cheek and stroke his lips with my thumb. "Can I ask you something?"

BJ nods. His blue eyes reflect the hesitant knowledge that he is very aware of what I'm about to ask, but I continue anyway.

"Where is Peg in all of this?" BJ turns his head and brushes his lips across my palm. "You haven't even glanced at another woman since you've been in Korea. But here you are, in bed, with two men. I don't understand and, God help me, I need to understand."

"Hawk," My name escapes his lips as a whisper. "I love Peg. And Erin. I miss them more than anything. When I was drafted, I had one goal: to get through my time here in one piece and go back home to them. Then I met you. And Trapper. The two of you befriended me immediately. You've made this place bearable, sometimes even fun. My life completely changed the day I walked into the Swamp and saw you. I'd never been attracted to a man before, but there was something about you, both of you, that I found so appealing. Anyway, in the beginning, I told myself that I was imagining it. That it was a direct result of missing home. I realized pretty quickly that I was wrong."

BJ pauses and presses another kiss to my lips.

"But, even then I held back. For Peg. The thoughts I was having about you and Trapper made me feel so guilty that I almost lost my mind. Somehow, I managed to keep myself in check, but each day that passed, my attraction grew. For Trapper, it was purely physical. With you, it went beyond that. I felt like we were kindred spirits - or maybe even soul mates. I definitely knew that there was something more between us. I began to actually ache for you when you weren't around."

"Why didn't you say something?"

"Because of Peg. And because I already knew about you and Trapper."

"How did you know?"

"I told you before, Hawk. The Swamp is small and sound carries."

"Yeah," I nod in agreement. "That's right. Sorry."

"Anyway, since you and Trapper were ... together, I wasn't sure what to do or say. To either of you. So I just kind of went along with things and pretended I didn't feel anything besides friendship. But, I guess I wasn't very good at it."

He glances over my shoulder at our slumbering friend. A small smile grows on his lips.

"Trapper somehow figured out what I was hiding."

"Probably because he thinks that everyone walking on the planet wants him."

"Yeah," BJ laughs quietly. "Maybe."

"So he made a move on you?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"Remember when Potter sent you and Margaret to the 8063rd to show them that new surgical technique?" I nod, not saying anything because this is a story I definitely want to hear. "The night you left, Trapper and I went to the officer's club and we got drunk. Really drunk. Trapper could barely walk. I helped him back to the Swamp and to his bed. Before I could lay him down, he kissed me. At first, I jumped back purely out of shock. I think I asked him what he thought he was doing, and Trapper said something like ..."

"I'm kissing you," Trapper's muffled, sleepy voice comes from behind me.

Turning my head, I glance at him, but his head is still firmly planted against the pillow. His eyes closed.

"Sorry we woke you, Trap," I say quietly.

"S'okay. I don't like it when people talk about me behind my back in front of my face while I'm sleeping anyway. Go ahead and finish your story, BJ. I'm sure Hawk is dying to hear the rest." Trapper pauses and yawns. He snuggles closer to me. "And tell it fast so I can get some sleep, will ya?"

"So, he says 'I'm kissing you,' and kissed me again. I didn't even realize what was happening, but my body took control and for the first time in my life, I didn't resist it. The only thing that gave me any reason to stop, was you. Not Peg. Not Erin. You. That's when I told Trapper I wasn't going to hurt you. I'd already done enough damage to enough people just by letting him kiss me. I wouldn't allow myself to hurt you, too. I made him promise not to tell you about us. I wouldn't go any further until I heard him say it out loud."

"Which I did," Trapper says grudgingly.

"Which he did," BJ agrees. "And that's when Trapper took advantage of me."

"I did not."

"Okay, he didn't really take advantage of me. But it's not like I knew what I was doing. Anyway, that first night, not too much happened. We kissed a lot. Wound up jerking each other off. We've only been together, maybe three or four times since then."

"Was it three or four, Beej?" I ask jokingly.

"Try six," says the man behind me and BJ laughs.

"There was never actually any, you know ..."

"Come on, BJ. You're a doctor, for chrissakes! You can say the word 'penetration'," Trapper makes it a point to stress each and every syllable of the word.

"I thought you were trying to sleep?"

"I would if you two girls would stop gossiping over there."

"Almost done," BJ replies with a smirk.

"Good."

"We never had sex. There wasn't any penetration." This time, BJ stresses the word and Trapper snickers into my hair.

"I see. Did you guys decide to save that pleasure for me," I ask with a lazy grin.

"Well, not exactly," BJ murmurs as he snuggles against me. "I guess we just never got around to doing it."

"Neither did I … with either one of you. Until tonight," I reply and pull BJ closer while curving my body into Trapper's. I stifle a yawn. "But, I guess there's a first time for everything."

"Mmmmmmm," Trapper mumbles behind me as he slides his arm over my middle and lays his palm on BJ's shoulder. "Sleep. Now."

I nod, feeling myself sliding deeper into the arms of slumber. I place my hand on Trapper's forearm and brush a quick kiss across BJ's cheek. His eyes are shut and there is a small, satisfied grin on his lips. I close my own eyes and allow myself to drift away.

"Hey!" Trapper's voice yanks BJ and me back from the edge of sleep. He sits up behind me and shifts his eyes between the two of us. "I've got a question for you."

"What is it, Trap?" BJ rubs his eyes and props himself up on his elbow. I roll onto my back so I can see him better.

"You care about him. He cares about you," Trapper says and gestures between us. "So, what exactly am I? Chopped liver?"

"Of course not!" I smirk at him. "You taste much better than chopped liver."

"I really hate chopped liver," BJ says jokingly.

"Seriously, fellas. What's wrong with me? Aren't I loveable?"

"Trapper, don't be stupid. You know we care about you, too," BJ chides him softly and settles back into the bed.

"Do you, BJ? Do you really?" I can hear the sarcasm in Trapper's voice, and now, because I'm drunk and sore and I really want to go to sleep, it's starting to bug me.

"Trapper," my eyes narrow at him. "Knock it off. I know you better than you know you. And I know that you aren't upset with the way things are. I know that you're more than happy to let BJ and I use you for sex. Isn't that right?"

"But, Hawk …" he starts, but I grab him around his head and kiss him roughly on the mouth.

"You don't want me or BJ to fall in love with you. And you certainly have no intention of falling for one of us either."

"How do you know that?" He makes a sorry attempt at a pout, but he just doesn't have it in him. In the time that I've known Trapper, the only time he gets emotional is when he talks about his kids.

"I just do. But if you're going to be such a cry baby about it, come'ere," I slur and close my eyes. I pull his head onto my chest and cradle him against me.

"I hate it when you're right, Hawk."

"I know," I sigh as BJ's hand slides over my ribcage and stops in the crease between my skin and Trapper's cheek. I feel him brush the back of his fingers over Trapper's jaw line. "So could you please shut the hell up so we can go to sleep and recover our strength," I yawn widely. "I, for one, plan to do this as many times as I can this weekend. Who knows when we'll have the opportunity again."


"Welcome home, boys," Colonel Potter greets us as our jeep pulls into camp. "That little furlough seems to have worked wonders on the lot of you."

"Nothin' like a few days of vacation to relax a fella," Trapper's grin is so big that it almost swallows his entire face.

"You can say that again," BJ says, hopping out of the jeep and pulling his pack along with him. "Thanks, Colonel." He and Trapper disappear into the Swamp. The door bangs shut behind them.

I exit the jeep as well, and offer my hand to our CO. He shakes it warmly.

"Thanks again for the time off," I say with a smile. "We really needed it."

"You're welcome, son. We definitely missed you, though. I'm sure you don't feel likewise," Potter says with a smile.

"It's always nice to come home," I admit with a laugh. "But I'd much rather be back in Tokyo."

Colonel Potter nods in agreement and gives me a friendly slap on the shoulder.

"Well, it's good to have you back anyway."

"It's good," I begin, but riotous laughter erupts from the Swamp. I glance over at the tent and see, through the screening, BJ and Trapper sitting on the edge of BJ's bed, martinis in hand - one waiting on the still table. They turn simultaneously and toast me with their glasses. My smile grows larger. "To be back.

The End