mash_slash | FIC: Alone

Title: Alone
Author: trapnhawksbaby
Pairing: Trapper/Frank
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slashy Sex and Angst
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own 'em
Summary: Frank comes to terms with his life.

Darkness fell over the camp as Frank walked back to the Swamp. Hawkeye was on R&R and Trapper had a date with a nurse which meant he had the Swamp all to himself. He went inside and stripped down to his army green t-shirt and boxer shorts and lay down on his cot. Margaret hadn’t been too friendly with him lately and he was in desperate need of some attention, so he lowered his boxers and began stroking his cock, soft moans escaping his mouth.

Trapper strolled into the Swamp, whistling happily and stopped dead when he saw Frank, an evil grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Having fun without me Frank?” Trapper asked with a laugh as he fixed himself a martini.

“What are you talking about McIntyre? I was just reading,” Frank pulled up his shorts and grabbed his Bible, flipping through the pages.

“You must be very talented Frank, not many people can read upside down,” Trapper laughed out loud.

“So, I was just having some alone time, is that so wrong?” Frank huffed, putting the Bible back into his footlocker.

He shifted uncomfortably, his erection tenting his boxers.

“No Frank, nothing wrong with that, but would you like a little help?” Trapper looked at him with that predatory grin he often gave the nurses and though Trapper didn’t know it, the one Frank had seen him give Hawkeye a few times.

“What are you talking about McIntyre?!” a look of pure disgust crossed his face.

“I’m talking about this Frank,” he sat down on the cot next to Frank and pulled down his boxers, gently squeezing his cock.

Frank moaned and stared up at him in shock.

“McIntyre, what are you DOING?” he stammered.

“Just shut up Frank,” Trapper groaned and leaned down to kiss him on the mouth.

Frank’s struggling ceased and he whimpered as Trapper pulled on his bottom lip with his teeth, biting down and tasting blood. This wasn’t love making, this was pure animal lust; this was survival, nothing tender about it. Trapper was filled with pent up sexual energy, he hadn’t been with a nurse in a long time and Hawkeye had been on R&R for 3 days, although with Hawkeye it wasn’t just sex, it was love.

Trapper stroked Frank into hardness and straddled him possessively. He attached himself to Frank’s neck, licking and sucking. Frank cried out and reached for Trapper’s cock, but he was having none of that. He bit down on Frank’s neck, eliciting a cry of pain followed by a sigh of relief as he laved the spot with his tongue. His fingers went to work, teasing Frank’s tight, warm entryway, gently stretching it so he could fit inside.

“McIntyre, oh!” Frank breathed, feeling the head of Trapper’s throbbing cock at his entrance.

With one quick thrust Trapper’s cock was completely inside, causing Frank to cry out, begging him to stop the terrible pain. He covered his mouth with a kiss to silence him and began thrusting gently. Within a few minutes Frank was whimpering softly as he was being fucked. Trapper looked down at him, a grin of pure triumph crossing his face as he plunged as far into Frank’s body as he could and emptied himself with a cry of pleasure. Feeling Trapper’s climax caused Frank to lose it and he shot his load on Trapper’s stomach.

Trapper moved back to his own cot and pulled on his boxers, getting ready for bed.

“McIntyre?”

“Look Frank, this was just a one time thing, it meant nothing. I’m sorry, but I still don’t like you,” Trapper answered honestly, rolling over and falling asleep.

“Oh,” Frank whispered, pulling on his own shorts and turning off the light.

Frank meant nothing to Trapper, just like he meant nothing to Margaret, or to his wife Louise. Trapper would go back to Hawkeye, Margaret would eventually get married, Louise would divorce him, and Frank would be alone.

His tears made no sound as they fell.

FIC: Alone

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