[mijmeraar] Remember This, H/T, 17+
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mash_slashTitle: remember this [1/1].
Pairing: Hawkeye/Trapper
Rating: 17+ [a naughty word and "sexual themes"]
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gandolforf prompted me with "H/T, sex that turns into an argument, then back to sex". It's kind of tame, on both accounts, but it's a random scene that wouldn't leave me.
Time seesaws between night and day, they’re dead on their feet; every minute spent conscious is a toe over the front line. Would it be so bad if I let the darkness take me? They grapple here, in this tiny space, in the corner they’ve backed themselves into. Push, pull and give, take; like a stolen dance in the officer’s club. This dance is not in jest. This dance they mean. They need.
Trapper’s stuck, his back against the wall and shirt balled in Hawkeye’s fist, pushed up; exposing his belly to the night air and Hawkeye. Hawkeye scratches at Trapper with dull nails, bites at his neck and pushes himself, everything, closer. Trying to break skin, or just break. Trapper pulls at Hawkeye’s hair, gentle, whoah whoah but Hawkeye isn’t listening, his hands quick at Trapper’s buckle. Undoing and undone.
“Hawkeye,” Trapper says in a strangled voice, the collar of Hawkeye’s t-shirt crackling as Trapper tugs.
“Yeah.” Hawkeye’s close, pushing in, closer. He’s nothing but the blood, hot in his veins and the pin prick of his skin, every last inch. He’s lost himself.
“No, no, Hawkeye. Stop. Stop it.”
“What? Why?” Hawkeye, surprised, is easy to control now; and Trapper turns them both around so Hawkeye, instead, is on the wrong end of this. Trapper’s forearm scratches against Hawkeye’s tags, pressing him, keeping him back. Their ragged breaths sound out like distant warfare. “I’m not a nurse, Hawk.”
“You know, I thought that dress looked funny,” Hawkeye quips, hands out, scrabbling for purchase without a care for what he’s getting [getting off].
Trapper pulls and pushes, Hawkeye smacking against the wall. He growls, “Are you listening?” and Hawkeye just snaps,
“I’m trying not to.”
Trapper is quick with his own belt, button and zipper; seizing Hawkeye’s shaky hand and thrusting it down beneath the fabric, insisting. Hawkeye takes Trapper’s cock with cool, able fingers, his head down, Trapper whispering into his ear. “I’m different to the others,” he says, gasps as Hawkeye leisurely strokes his hand base to head, thumbs across it.
It’s morphine to dull the pain, bourbon to thaw the cold and a glance over their glasses as someone toasts to peace. It’s all they have here, and the best they’ve had anywhere.
“I know that.”
“You forget,” Trapper says, with a bite, thrusting into Hawkeye’s grasp and letting himself go.
Pairing: Hawkeye/Trapper
Rating: 17+ [a naughty word and "sexual themes"]
AN:
gandolforf prompted me with "H/T, sex that turns into an argument, then back to sex". It's kind of tame, on both accounts, but it's a random scene that wouldn't leave me.Time seesaws between night and day, they’re dead on their feet; every minute spent conscious is a toe over the front line. Would it be so bad if I let the darkness take me? They grapple here, in this tiny space, in the corner they’ve backed themselves into. Push, pull and give, take; like a stolen dance in the officer’s club. This dance is not in jest. This dance they mean. They need.
Trapper’s stuck, his back against the wall and shirt balled in Hawkeye’s fist, pushed up; exposing his belly to the night air and Hawkeye. Hawkeye scratches at Trapper with dull nails, bites at his neck and pushes himself, everything, closer. Trying to break skin, or just break. Trapper pulls at Hawkeye’s hair, gentle, whoah whoah but Hawkeye isn’t listening, his hands quick at Trapper’s buckle. Undoing and undone.
“Hawkeye,” Trapper says in a strangled voice, the collar of Hawkeye’s t-shirt crackling as Trapper tugs.
“Yeah.” Hawkeye’s close, pushing in, closer. He’s nothing but the blood, hot in his veins and the pin prick of his skin, every last inch. He’s lost himself.
“No, no, Hawkeye. Stop. Stop it.”
“What? Why?” Hawkeye, surprised, is easy to control now; and Trapper turns them both around so Hawkeye, instead, is on the wrong end of this. Trapper’s forearm scratches against Hawkeye’s tags, pressing him, keeping him back. Their ragged breaths sound out like distant warfare. “I’m not a nurse, Hawk.”
“You know, I thought that dress looked funny,” Hawkeye quips, hands out, scrabbling for purchase without a care for what he’s getting [getting off].
Trapper pulls and pushes, Hawkeye smacking against the wall. He growls, “Are you listening?” and Hawkeye just snaps,
“I’m trying not to.”
Trapper is quick with his own belt, button and zipper; seizing Hawkeye’s shaky hand and thrusting it down beneath the fabric, insisting. Hawkeye takes Trapper’s cock with cool, able fingers, his head down, Trapper whispering into his ear. “I’m different to the others,” he says, gasps as Hawkeye leisurely strokes his hand base to head, thumbs across it.
It’s morphine to dull the pain, bourbon to thaw the cold and a glance over their glasses as someone toasts to peace. It’s all they have here, and the best they’ve had anywhere.
“I know that.”
“You forget,” Trapper says, with a bite, thrusting into Hawkeye’s grasp and letting himself go.
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Date: 2008-03-13 12:15 pm (UTC)Way awesome. *adding to memories*
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Date: 2008-03-16 09:33 am (UTC)It’s morphine to dull the pain, bourbon to thaw the cold and a glance over their glasses as someone toasts to peace. It’s all they have here, and the best they’ve had anywhere.
Just beautiful . . . Sometimes I think the best work is the most heart-wrenching . . . Especially the pieces that don't end with fake happy endings, where everything works out perfectly . . .
Much Love,
~Shin
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Date: 2008-08-26 05:01 pm (UTC)I really liked this. Especially the ending. I don't know, but Trap's "You forget" was so... perfect in this place and so beautifully finishing the fight. I liked a lot. :)
And, for the record, as much as whole fic is perfectly written IC, I thought at this moment that it's the best part. I mean, even more in character than all the rest.
“I’m not a nurse, Hawk.”
“You know, I thought that dress looked funny,” Hawkeye quips
Sooooooooo Hawkeye ;)
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