mash_slash | Post-ep smutlet

Author: Anne Marsh
Title: Very Important Perverts
H/T
Rating: As hard as it gets, honey.
Spoiler Warning: For Pvt. Charles Lamb
Summary: Hawkeye and Trapper have hot post-episode sex. Then the have hot post-episode sex again.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, Hawkeye and Trapper would have had hot in-episode sex. But I don't, so they didn't.
Feedback: Sure is swell.

We fell into bed, drunk and happy. It wasn't our bed. That's rarely been known to stop us.

"Isn't someone using the VIP tent?" Trap asked, writhing beneath me.

"Mm, party's still swinging. Everyone's had enough ouzo by now that they can't tell the homemade's burning their tastebuds off. It'll be a long time before anyone else totters out of that shindig."

Trapper grinned, tearing my shirt off over my head and yanking my pants down.

"You animal," I rubbed up against him, kissed him hard, tugging at his clothes.

We were frantic and passionate and wild. It was a day with no death, something precious and rare. It was a party with real booze, something also precious and rare. Real *food*, which might even be more rare than the first two put together, if not more precious. It was a wonderful day, a beautiful day.

A day that ended in me and Trapper dancing, laughing... And then looking at each other and having that spark pass between us.

We fell asleep afterwards. With no room to roll over, we stayed pressed up against each other. No one came in by the time we woke up, and things like that could give a guy ideas. Mostly, the same ideas he'd had an hour earlier.

"Oh, Hawk, we shouldn't..." He grinned up at me again, pumped his cock slowly just to tease me.

"But we will."

"Yeah, we will."

We could still hear the raucous partying in the mess and I kissed him, rough and wet and careless. I had lubricant-- we hadn't used it for what we did the first time, but a good boy scout is always prepared...

I slathered it over him, straddled his hips and lowered myself down. He had one hand on my hip, the other wrapped around the base of his shaft, guiding it in, guiding me.

He filled me, huge and hard and throbbing and beautiful, just beautiful... I was on fire, flying... My best friend, love of my life, my best friend inside me, close as two people could be, with nothing between us but skin. My best friend...

I was close. I was *so* close. It was this thrumming *thing* inside me, building up in my groin, behind my eyeballs, everywhere, waiting to explode. *Close*.

And that's when the Greek came in.

Funny, he didn't seem too upset about it-- actually laughed a little. Didn't tell anybody. Really decent guy.

Maybe this is where I should say Trapper and me stopped screwing around in the VIP tent, but we didn't.

We sure as hell didn't use it when the 4077 had very important people over, though.

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FIN

~And as a bonus, a mini!post-ep (still H/T)(although telling you the episode would spoil the twist-- if you want to know the ep before you read, skip down to the bottom, if you'd rather have the twist, read on):

The look on his face was full-blown rapturous, eyes rolled back, little moans of pleasure escaping through a mouth full of juicy, dripping meat.

"I told you it'd still be there when we got out of surgery." I chuckled.

"Oh, Trap, you have no idea..."

"Give me an idea." I brought his hand up to my lips, running my tongue over the pad of his thumb, sucking three fingers into my mouth.

"I wasn't too keen on waiting," He swallowed, reclaiming his hand. "You naughty boy! But I think they might have been even better cold."

"Uh-huh, pass me some." I leaned across the table, yanking a rib off his tray.

Well, he may have gone a little nuts to get 'em, but I had to admit... those ribs were *almost* better than sex.

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FIN

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And if you've read straight through, you no doubt realized the post-ep was for...
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Adam's Ribs

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Anne