B.J. closed the living room windows and then locked the front door for the night.
It was nearly midnight. The movie had been terrific, and afterward they'd stopped at an all-night diner for coffee and to discuss the film (with Hawkeye speculating that perhaps Frank Burns had been a Pod Person, which would certainly explain a lot), but now they were finally home… and it looked very much like Hawkeye wasn't thinking about sleep.
He was thinking about bed, but not about sleep.
B.J. smiled, silently watching as Hawkeye moved to the lamp by the coffee table and turned it off. He didn't take his eyes off B.J.—even with the room now plunged into darkness, the "come hither" look was evident. Hell, lust was practically wafting off the guy.
And this was after seeing a sci-fi movie filled with suspense and evil goings-on. Imagine, B.J. mused, if they'd gone to see a love story.
The house locked up for the night, Hawkeye began to head in the direction of their bedroom, walking backward so that he could keep his eyes on B.J., silently beckoning him to follow. He stopped when he reached the doorway, and B.J. watched as he pulled off his shirt, tossing it behind him into the room.
B.J.'s pulse picked up and his mouth went a little dry. He felt almost frozen in place, transfixed, but then Hawkeye reached down and started to undo his fly, and that got B.J.'s feet moving.
Hawkeye disappeared into the bedroom, B.J. hot on his heels, getting there in time to see Hawk kicking his pants off and sending them halfway across the room. B.J., feeling tremendously overdressed, yanked his shirt over his head and toed his shoes off at the same time. Hawkeye was very nearly naked by now, down to only his boxers, and he stopped long enough to watch B.J.'s striptease, the smile in his eyes showing a mixture of amusement and hunger.
B.J. shut the bedroom door behind them, out of habit more than anything else, since they didn't have to worry about Erin interrupting them on this night. He pulled off his pants and boxers, then took a step toward Hawkeye, reaching out, but Hawkeye beat him to the punch and dropped his own shorts, stepping out of them and into B.J.'s waiting arms.
Finally… naked and pressed together. B.J. rested his head on Hawkeye's shoulder and sighed. They hadn't said a single word since walking in the front door. They hadn't needed to.
They only held each other for a long moment, flesh against flesh. B.J. put his mouth at Hawkeye's neck, feeling the pulse drum against his lips. Eventually Hawkeye gently stepped back, took hold of B.J.'s hand, and directed him to the bed. B.J. lowered himself onto it, scooted over to make room for Hawkeye, and drew him in close… legs tangling together, hands roaming and caressing, mouths connecting.
"I love you," B.J. murmured as he leaned back, sinking into the sheets, letting Hawkeye control their lovemaking.
Hawkeye smiled at him, cupping his cheek as if he were a child. "I love you, Beej."
"Yeah?" B.J. teased gently, his hand reaching down between them. "Why don't you show me how much."
Hawkeye rose to the occasion and did just that.