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mash_slashI come with B-eye. Like in nature to the last Hawkry bit, 'tis mostly NC17. Apologies to those who have already seen this - you got the first peek.
Title : Terrapin
Author: Hawkeye’s Martini
Rating: NC17
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Pairing & Genre: B-eye / smut
Feedback: Hello? Hello? Is this mic on? *taps*
Archive: Livejournal and some personal websites
Email: hawkeyesmartini@mchsi.com
Warnings: Slashy slashy. And language.
Summary: BJ has a bold request to make.
Disclaimers: This never happened. Neverminding that the characters are fictional – it never happened in the show. Stop crying, I know.
A/N: This probably takes place...well, v. soon after BJ arrives to the 4077th. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nosferatuvoice for the catching of such stupid errors as "camp" instead of "cap". Right.
fangs all 'round the clown is dark below the boulders hiding all the sunlight's good for us
“Oh, fancy that. Thought I might find you here.” Hawkeye joked lightly, looking over his shoulder as the door of the Supply Tent opened and then closed behind him. He had been so bored he’d volunteered to do inventory (when Potter had said something about his lazing about nonstop), and he checked a few things off on the clipboard before glancing back over at his friend to see why he was silent.
BJ shrugged, not looking at him. “I think I’d like to fuck you.” he said nonchalantly. He then looked up and his eyes were burning.
Hawkeye almost dropped his clipboard. “What?!”
“You heard me.”
“What...you mean, now? Here?”
“Uh huh.” Now BJ looked a little apprehensive, and unsure. That wouldn’t do.
Hawkeye stared for a second longer and then smirked, but his eyes showed surprise and interest. “Well, aren’t we pushy today. All right.” He grinned, and his eyes glinted. He turned around and motioned for BJ to follow him, heading back behind the shelves and then stopping to point at a lone cot shoved against the wall. “I’ll be right back. Get those clothes off.” He winked then, and headed back to the door. BJ had a second or two to think about what he’d just started while sliding his jacket off his arms, but no more because then Hawkeye was back, having put a clothes hanger on the door and a large, heavy box infront of it. He came up behind BJ and put his arms around his waist slowly, and BJ jumped, then relaxed.
“I’ve never – “ he began slowly.
“Never say never.” Hawkeye interrupted with a grin, going around to the other side. It was almost completely dark in the Supply Tent and all BJ could see was a dark shape moving, then he heard the cot squeak with the weight of a man. “Did you get those clothes off yet?” Hawkeye asked.
“Uh, not yet.” BJ blinked, dumping his jacket on the floor. He untucked his shirt from his pants and then felt Hawkeye’s hand on his arm, pulling him toward the cot.
“That’s as fast as you go?” Hawkeye complained softly. “C’mon – sit here.” He dragged BJ down next to him on the cot and then almost ripped the shirt right off of him. BJ wondered what exactly he’d gotten himself into, but he also wondered when he’d get his blasted pants off – they were tight around his erection. “How long have you been sitting on this, hmm, request?” Hawkeye asked, moving closer. His hand inched over to BJ’s right leg and slid down to his inner thigh.
BJ licked his lips. “A few days. I heard from, ah, someone, that you were into that sort of thing...”
“And decided you wanted to fuck me? Hmm.” Hawkeye’s lips were now just inches from BJ’s ear and the other man shivered, feeling as if the words were spoken right into his mind. Hawkeye kissed his ear and BJ moaned softly.
“Oh, yes.” he breathed. “I don’t mean to be so bold, though, I’m sorry. I mean, we’ve never even kissed or anything...”
“That’s easily remedied.” Another soft kiss on the outer shell of his ear, and then there were long fingers on the side of BJ’s face and his jaw, turning his face to the right. He closed his eyes and leaned forward and felt lips on his own and he opened his mouth a little, hardly breathing. Hawkeye slid his tongue inside BJ’s mouth and pulled him closer, one hand on the back of his head and the other slowly trailing down his neck, past his collarbone, brushing over one slightly hard nipple. BJ moaned and stuck his hand up Hawkeye’s shirt and was surprised to feel his ribs – and also his heartbeat.
Kissing him was like enough to kissing Peg, but the idea that it was Hawkeye, more than the idea that it was another man, made him tremble with excitement. Hawkeye tasted like exhilaration and anticipation, the stubble on his jaw almost as enticing as the sweet scent of Peg’s hair. BJ pulled away from their kiss just long enough to yank Hawkeye’s shirt off and then he hungrily attached himself to the other man’s neck, kissing slowly downwards and then sucking carefully at the base of his neck, near his throat. There was a gentle rumbling sound as Hawkeye moaned softly.
“Fuck.” he whispered. “Where were you when I could’ve used this, eh?”
“What do you want me to do?” BJ asked softly.
“Hmm.” Hawkeye laughed. “Why don’t you suck my cock, hmm?”
“Okay.” BJ said slowly. “I never have, but I’ll try.”
There was a pause. “Really? I was just kidding, but hey!” he grinned. “...You want me to show you how?”
“Yes.” It was a good thing it was so dark – BJ’s face was pink from embarrassment, but that could hardly be seen.
Hawkeye smirked again and slid off the cot to his knees, then BJ’s legs were parted and Hawkeye was kneeling between them. “Must you wear these?” he questioned in an impatient yet teasing manner, tugging at BJ’s belt.
BJ snickered as Hawkeye undid the belt buckle and zipper of the trousers, and then he sighed in relief when they were pulled off. He could barely see an outline of Hawkeye’s shape, but he could certainly see the gleam in his eyes and feel light touches on his thigh, then a hand closing around his cock. He moaned softly and Hawkeye smirked, rubbing his palm up and down slowly, his hand loose enough to mount desire. BJ’s breath was heavy, and he moaned again, leaning back on his hands. Hawkeye rose up and leaned over him, kissing his stomach all the way down while his hand tightened. He felt BJ’s cock twitch in his hand and he grinned. He put his left arm over the other man’s hip, almost seeming to hold him down, while his right hand let go of the hard flesh and trailed down, unhurriedly cupping and rubbing BJ’s balls.
“Ohhhh...” BJ moaned, and then was cut short by his sharply inhaled breath. Something warm and wet was trailing upwards from the base of his cock towards the head with slow deliberation, and he felt his heart skip a beat in anticipation. Suddenly, warmth encircled his cock along with gentle strokes by an obviously skilled tongue, and his moan was high-pitched, more of an “Ahhhh...” than “Ohhhh...” Hawkeye smiled and then plunged forward, barely getting all of it in his mouth. He went up and down slowly, licking and caressing with his tongue, all while wishing he was out of his own pants. He tried not to tax his virtue and instead focused on the man in his mouth, who was squirming and panting.
After several minutes of purposely driving him almost to the edge and bringing him back, Hawkeye slowly withdrew and rose upwards again. His left arm pulled BJ closer by the back of his neck and they kissed again. BJ’s cock was throbbing, and the feel of Hawkeye’s tongue sliding across his own was almost too much to bear.
“Your turn,” Hawkeye whispered. “Wanna try?”
“Yeah.” BJ breathed, and kissed him again. Hawkeye got up and sat on the edge of the cot, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand. BJ dropped down to his knees and then reached for Hawkeye’s trouser buttons, undoing them quickly and pulling the trousers off. He let them fall to the floor and did the same with Hawk’s shorts, not allowing himself to hesitate lest he get nervous. He’d never touched another man before and was slightly surprised at how familiar Hawkeye’s cock felt in his hand. It was extremely hard, but the skin was warm, and soft, especially on the head. BJ liked the feel of it in his hand and he squeezed gently, slowly moving his hand up and down, his fingers stroking the skin lightly.
He could hear Hawkeye’s breathing, heavy and slow. He wondered if it would later get like Peg’s did sometimes, shallow and fast and moaning, and decided there was only one way to find out. Holding Hawkeye’s cock in his hand firmly, he bent down and cautiously licked the head. There was a slight hitch in Hawkeye’s breath, and BJ grinned. Hmm, it tasted like – skin? Yes. Why, that’s not half bad at all. He licked it again and then slowly closed his lips around the head and very lightly sucked while rubbing the top of his tongue back and forth. Hawkeye let out a low moan, and his hand found the top of BJ’s head.
“Oh, Christ,” he breathed. “You swear you’ve never done this before?”
“Nope.” BJ said, smiling as he went back down. This time he tried to go farther down, take it all in his mouth like Hawkeye had done. He also liked the way this felt, he liked the idea of being able to keep Hawkeye on the edge until he was damn good and ready to let him come. He wondered if he should do that now. He slowly started licking his way up and going down hard, trying to imagine what that would be like. Hawkeye’s breath was getting heavier and his hand helped BJ find a faster rhythm.
“Ohhhh...yeah.” Hawkeye moaned softly. “That’s fucking good. You going to swallow?”
“You want me to?” BJ asked.
He grinned. “That’s a real question, you know that? Depends...” he said slowly, one hand sliding under BJ’s jaw and making him look up. Hawkeye kissed him several times. “If this is just for now, let me know. Unless – “ another kiss “ – it’s something that might happen again.”
BJ grinned and kissed back. “I’d like to think so.” he said.
“Good.” Hawkeye looked pleased. “Then, as much as my body screams at me for this, no. Not yet.”
“All right, then. What now?” BJ sat back on his heels and tilted his head to the side.
Hawkeye grinned widely. “I knew you were too fucking cute for me to keep my hands off.” he said. “Fuck me, then.”
“Where?”
“Over the moon,” Hawkeye smirked.
“No, I mean, I don’t think we’re both going to fit on that cot.”
“You let me worry about what fits where.” He reached out for BJ and pulled him closer, kissing him again. “Never done that before?” he mumbled.
“No. Nothing.” BJ answered back softly, closing his eyes halfway.
“It’s easy. Just go slow.” Hawkeye added quickly. He turned halfway to study the narrow cot and the problem it presented – it was really too bad there wasn’t any mattress available. Well...except for the C.O.’s. Now that would get you sent home, but in the worst possible way. (He actually hadn’t decided if he’d rather go home with a Blue Discharge or with a limb missing. Probably the limb, if it was a leg. Then at least he could still operate.) “The floor, I guess.” he shrugged. “Uh...I don’t have anything...” he looked up and squinted, trying to scan the shelves.
“Anything?”
“Well, anything that’s sort of necessary. A lubricant, Beej. Necessary.”
“Oh! Umm...there’s nothing in here?”
“Not if I don’t want to improvise, I don’t think...ah ha.” He said suddenly, then got up and rummaged about on one of the lower shelves, finally coming back with a small tube he (carefully) dropped into BJ’s lap. “Just remembered I left that there.” He grinned.
“Ahh.” BJ picked it up and squinted in the dark, but all it could tell was that it was a tube of something. He unscrewed the cap and squeezed, and a very slippery gel covered his fingers. Classy. He had a sudden urge to put on a rubber glove, and then quietly snickered.
“What the hell are you laughing at?”
“Nothing. I was just looking for a glove.”
“Try to be a little more informal here.” Hawkeye laughed. “All right – I’m gonna lay down on my back here...you’ll have to help me keep my feet up by your shoulders.” He instructed as he slid off the cot and sat on the floor. “Wish I had a blanket or something...”
“Use my jacket?” BJ suggested.
“It’ll get messy.”
“Oh, well, here, my shirt.” He searched the floor blindly with his fingers and came up with some cloth he thought felt like Olive Drab. “I can go back to the Swamp with my jacket buttoned up, till I get a clean one.”
“Ah, good.” Hawkeye took it and lay it down on the floor, then he sat down on it and leaned back on his hands, his knees bent and a smirk on his face. “Well?”
“Well is a deep subject,” BJ grinned, crawling forward until he felt Hawkeye breathing. He put his left hand on the back of Hawkeye’s neck and kissed him while pushing him to lay down on his back. Hawkeye smiled and kissed back, hooking his legs around BJ’s and forcing him to kneel almost ontop of him. BJ’s cock was still hard, and pulsing, and when it brushed against Hawkeye’s they both moaned a little. “Just so I don’t do anything wrong,” BJ began in-between kisses, “this is so I can fuck you, right? I’ve got to, ah, stretch you?”
“Yep.” Hawkeye grinned. “Don’t forget yourself – do that first, make sure you’re all coated.”
“I feel like I’m taking a lesson.” BJ commented, his body jerking when the cold gel came in contact with it.
“Well, you’ve gotta learn somehow.” Hawkeye snorted. He couldn’t put into words how much he loved the feel of another man ontop of him, even moreso another man inside of him. He thought BJ was doing more than fine, and he felt small thrills of exhilaration every time they touched, or kissed. He lifted his legs up a little bit and the light touches of BJ’s fingers tickled the back of his thigh. “It’s all right, go ahead.” He encouraged. “Just be easy.”
“All right...” BJ said slowly, and carefully he ran his fingers alongside the crease, searching – and he found it, the small, tight, warm entry way. (Which was actually more of an exit way, but no one was keeping score.) He hesitated, then gently pushed with one finger and felt the muscles give way. Hawkeye’s breathing slowed so he reminded himself to be gentle, pushing until he had one finger all the way inside. Then he slowly pulled it out and added a second, this time pushing very, very gradually. He realised his other hand was just flat on the floor, but there were better uses it could be put to – like stroking over Hawkeye’s cock, which caused an interesting reaction. He felt Hawkeye jump, and moan a little, and all the muscles in his lower body became taut and tight.
“All right?” BJ asked worriedly.
“Yes. Yeah, it’s good, go on.” Hawkeye breathed. BJ carefully pushed both his long fingers inside, and then after a moment, began a slow, steady rhythm of back and forth while his left hand did the same. “Ohh...oh, yeah, just like that.” Hawkeye moaned, and for almost a minute nothing but the sound of his breath and slight moans could be heard. “Ohhh, fuck...That’s enough, enough, I’m ready now.” He lifted his head a little to watch BJ, who pulled his hand back and wiped it off on the shirt under Hawkeye before scooting his body closer. “Careful,” he warned softly. “Your fingers are a lot skinnier ‘n that.”
“I know.” BJ nodded, licking his lips. Now this really would be a bad time to be interrupted with wounded. His left hand was warm on Hawkeye’s leg, and his right held the base of his own cock, searching out that entrance again. When he found it, he found he had to push harder than with his fingers, and Hawkeye made a small sound. “I’m sorry.” BJ said quickly.
“It’s okay, keep going.” Hawkeye dug his heels into the backs of BJ’s thighs, spurring him on and driving him deeper. BJ fell forward and put his left arm out, holding himself up while his right closed around Hawkeye’s cock and his hips moved slowly. His breathing was almost immediately hard, heavy pants, and he closed his eyes – Hawkeye was so tight, and warm, and the sound of him breathing hard was sweeter than music. He went very slowly, making sure he wasn’t hurting him and also because if he went any faster, his control would break and he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back.
Hawkeye suddenly reached down and pulled BJ’s hand off himself, pulling the other man closer with his legs. “Just fuck me.” He breathed.
“Ohhh, god.” BJ moaned, setting his other hand on the floor and clenching his teeth so he wouldn’t blow it all, literally. He was still trying not to go too fast, pushing in all the way slowly and then out almost all the way, with long, careful thrusts. Hawkeye moaned each time BJ’s cock was entirely inside him, and he urged BJ forward harder by pressing his heels into the backs of BJ’s thighs. BJ drove in deeper but not harder, knowing that if he did he, and the ecstasy he was in, wouldn’t last.
Hawkeye had his head leaned back, gasping and moaning each time his body was rocked back and forth. “Harder,” He moaned. “Ohhh, BJ...fuck, harder.” BJ grinned as he panted, taking his hands off the floor and sitting back on his knees. He raised Hawkeye’s ankles up in the air near his shoulders and thrust his hips forward faster. Hawkeye moaned. “Ohh, fuck yes...” he breathed. His right hand, which was carelessly lying near his head, took his own cock in hand and his entire body shuddered when he rubbed over it. “Oh fucking Christ...oh, God...I’m gonna come.” His voice rose a little in pitch and his muscles tightened. “Oh, god, BJ, harder.” He moaned. “Harder...I said fuck me, what’s wrong with you?”
BJ couldn’t hold out. As soon as Hawkeye voiced that his climax was near, he felt his own and it was beyond his strength of will to prevent it. Harder he drove himself inside Hawkeye, and faster; nothing had ever felt this good. Just before he felt the base of his spine start to tingle, Hawkeye let out another high-pitched moan and his body jerked. He wrapped his legs around BJ again and wouldn’t let him out, forcing him to lose his own release deep inside him. BJ’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head and he whimpered, only barely able to thrust a few more times before he collapsed ontop of his new lover, both of their bodies still quivering.
BJ noticed that Hawkeye was wet across his stomach, but he didn’t mind laying in it, on him. Infact, he wondered what it might taste like. Finally, his arms moved to push himself off the man below him, and he kissed Hawkeye once more before dragging himself to sit up, or kneel again. He very carefully pulled out and Hawkeye immediately sat up, grateful for the shirt that was underneath him. BJ exhaled hard and then lay back on his back, both arms above his head and trying to get his breathing back to normal. Hawkeye quickly cleaned himself up and then crawled forward next to BJ, laying down on his side exactly next to him and putting his head on BJ’s shoulder, his arm around the other man’s stomach. BJ smiled and wrapped one of his arms around Hawkeye’s waist and held him close, with a big smile on his face and feeling completely peaceful. He only wished they had a mattress to relax on.
They stayed like that for several long minutes, recovering their bearings and their breath. Hawkeye had moved his head a little bit so it lay on BJ’s chest now, and he was listening intently to the heartbeat. BJ liked having Hawkeye in his arms just as much as Peg, and was thinking to himself that if it never happened again with him, he would remember this moment for the rest of his life. Everything was quiet, everything was perfect. It couldn’t be spoiled with three words.
Hawkeye sat up after a few minutes, gazing around the room thoughtfully. He looked back over at his friend and grinned, getting up and then straddling him with a wicked look on his face. BJ looked amused, noting how the weight of Hawkeye forced them to grind their hips together. Hawkeye put both hands on BJ’s face and kissed him several times, each kiss lasting longer and becoming deeper until BJ felt a stir in his nether regions again. He breathed very softly.
“If you don’t stop that,” He murmured, “I’m going to have to have you again.”
Hawkeye smirked. “That’s just my intention, don’t you know?”
'Cause we're the fishes and all we do
the move about is all we do
well, oh baby, my hairs on end about you...
<:3D~
Title : Terrapin
Author: Hawkeye’s Martini
Rating: NC17
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Pairing & Genre: B-eye / smut
Feedback: Hello? Hello? Is this mic on? *taps*
Archive: Livejournal and some personal websites
Email: hawkeyesmartini@mchsi.com
Warnings: Slashy slashy. And language.
Summary: BJ has a bold request to make.
Disclaimers: This never happened. Neverminding that the characters are fictional – it never happened in the show. Stop crying, I know.
A/N: This probably takes place...well, v. soon after BJ arrives to the 4077th. Thanks to
nosferatuvoice for the catching of such stupid errors as "camp" instead of "cap". Right.fangs all 'round the clown is dark below the boulders hiding all the sunlight's good for us
“Oh, fancy that. Thought I might find you here.” Hawkeye joked lightly, looking over his shoulder as the door of the Supply Tent opened and then closed behind him. He had been so bored he’d volunteered to do inventory (when Potter had said something about his lazing about nonstop), and he checked a few things off on the clipboard before glancing back over at his friend to see why he was silent.
BJ shrugged, not looking at him. “I think I’d like to fuck you.” he said nonchalantly. He then looked up and his eyes were burning.
Hawkeye almost dropped his clipboard. “What?!”
“You heard me.”
“What...you mean, now? Here?”
“Uh huh.” Now BJ looked a little apprehensive, and unsure. That wouldn’t do.
Hawkeye stared for a second longer and then smirked, but his eyes showed surprise and interest. “Well, aren’t we pushy today. All right.” He grinned, and his eyes glinted. He turned around and motioned for BJ to follow him, heading back behind the shelves and then stopping to point at a lone cot shoved against the wall. “I’ll be right back. Get those clothes off.” He winked then, and headed back to the door. BJ had a second or two to think about what he’d just started while sliding his jacket off his arms, but no more because then Hawkeye was back, having put a clothes hanger on the door and a large, heavy box infront of it. He came up behind BJ and put his arms around his waist slowly, and BJ jumped, then relaxed.
“I’ve never – “ he began slowly.
“Never say never.” Hawkeye interrupted with a grin, going around to the other side. It was almost completely dark in the Supply Tent and all BJ could see was a dark shape moving, then he heard the cot squeak with the weight of a man. “Did you get those clothes off yet?” Hawkeye asked.
“Uh, not yet.” BJ blinked, dumping his jacket on the floor. He untucked his shirt from his pants and then felt Hawkeye’s hand on his arm, pulling him toward the cot.
“That’s as fast as you go?” Hawkeye complained softly. “C’mon – sit here.” He dragged BJ down next to him on the cot and then almost ripped the shirt right off of him. BJ wondered what exactly he’d gotten himself into, but he also wondered when he’d get his blasted pants off – they were tight around his erection. “How long have you been sitting on this, hmm, request?” Hawkeye asked, moving closer. His hand inched over to BJ’s right leg and slid down to his inner thigh.
BJ licked his lips. “A few days. I heard from, ah, someone, that you were into that sort of thing...”
“And decided you wanted to fuck me? Hmm.” Hawkeye’s lips were now just inches from BJ’s ear and the other man shivered, feeling as if the words were spoken right into his mind. Hawkeye kissed his ear and BJ moaned softly.
“Oh, yes.” he breathed. “I don’t mean to be so bold, though, I’m sorry. I mean, we’ve never even kissed or anything...”
“That’s easily remedied.” Another soft kiss on the outer shell of his ear, and then there were long fingers on the side of BJ’s face and his jaw, turning his face to the right. He closed his eyes and leaned forward and felt lips on his own and he opened his mouth a little, hardly breathing. Hawkeye slid his tongue inside BJ’s mouth and pulled him closer, one hand on the back of his head and the other slowly trailing down his neck, past his collarbone, brushing over one slightly hard nipple. BJ moaned and stuck his hand up Hawkeye’s shirt and was surprised to feel his ribs – and also his heartbeat.
Kissing him was like enough to kissing Peg, but the idea that it was Hawkeye, more than the idea that it was another man, made him tremble with excitement. Hawkeye tasted like exhilaration and anticipation, the stubble on his jaw almost as enticing as the sweet scent of Peg’s hair. BJ pulled away from their kiss just long enough to yank Hawkeye’s shirt off and then he hungrily attached himself to the other man’s neck, kissing slowly downwards and then sucking carefully at the base of his neck, near his throat. There was a gentle rumbling sound as Hawkeye moaned softly.
“Fuck.” he whispered. “Where were you when I could’ve used this, eh?”
“What do you want me to do?” BJ asked softly.
“Hmm.” Hawkeye laughed. “Why don’t you suck my cock, hmm?”
“Okay.” BJ said slowly. “I never have, but I’ll try.”
There was a pause. “Really? I was just kidding, but hey!” he grinned. “...You want me to show you how?”
“Yes.” It was a good thing it was so dark – BJ’s face was pink from embarrassment, but that could hardly be seen.
Hawkeye smirked again and slid off the cot to his knees, then BJ’s legs were parted and Hawkeye was kneeling between them. “Must you wear these?” he questioned in an impatient yet teasing manner, tugging at BJ’s belt.
BJ snickered as Hawkeye undid the belt buckle and zipper of the trousers, and then he sighed in relief when they were pulled off. He could barely see an outline of Hawkeye’s shape, but he could certainly see the gleam in his eyes and feel light touches on his thigh, then a hand closing around his cock. He moaned softly and Hawkeye smirked, rubbing his palm up and down slowly, his hand loose enough to mount desire. BJ’s breath was heavy, and he moaned again, leaning back on his hands. Hawkeye rose up and leaned over him, kissing his stomach all the way down while his hand tightened. He felt BJ’s cock twitch in his hand and he grinned. He put his left arm over the other man’s hip, almost seeming to hold him down, while his right hand let go of the hard flesh and trailed down, unhurriedly cupping and rubbing BJ’s balls.
“Ohhhh...” BJ moaned, and then was cut short by his sharply inhaled breath. Something warm and wet was trailing upwards from the base of his cock towards the head with slow deliberation, and he felt his heart skip a beat in anticipation. Suddenly, warmth encircled his cock along with gentle strokes by an obviously skilled tongue, and his moan was high-pitched, more of an “Ahhhh...” than “Ohhhh...” Hawkeye smiled and then plunged forward, barely getting all of it in his mouth. He went up and down slowly, licking and caressing with his tongue, all while wishing he was out of his own pants. He tried not to tax his virtue and instead focused on the man in his mouth, who was squirming and panting.
After several minutes of purposely driving him almost to the edge and bringing him back, Hawkeye slowly withdrew and rose upwards again. His left arm pulled BJ closer by the back of his neck and they kissed again. BJ’s cock was throbbing, and the feel of Hawkeye’s tongue sliding across his own was almost too much to bear.
“Your turn,” Hawkeye whispered. “Wanna try?”
“Yeah.” BJ breathed, and kissed him again. Hawkeye got up and sat on the edge of the cot, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand. BJ dropped down to his knees and then reached for Hawkeye’s trouser buttons, undoing them quickly and pulling the trousers off. He let them fall to the floor and did the same with Hawk’s shorts, not allowing himself to hesitate lest he get nervous. He’d never touched another man before and was slightly surprised at how familiar Hawkeye’s cock felt in his hand. It was extremely hard, but the skin was warm, and soft, especially on the head. BJ liked the feel of it in his hand and he squeezed gently, slowly moving his hand up and down, his fingers stroking the skin lightly.
He could hear Hawkeye’s breathing, heavy and slow. He wondered if it would later get like Peg’s did sometimes, shallow and fast and moaning, and decided there was only one way to find out. Holding Hawkeye’s cock in his hand firmly, he bent down and cautiously licked the head. There was a slight hitch in Hawkeye’s breath, and BJ grinned. Hmm, it tasted like – skin? Yes. Why, that’s not half bad at all. He licked it again and then slowly closed his lips around the head and very lightly sucked while rubbing the top of his tongue back and forth. Hawkeye let out a low moan, and his hand found the top of BJ’s head.
“Oh, Christ,” he breathed. “You swear you’ve never done this before?”
“Nope.” BJ said, smiling as he went back down. This time he tried to go farther down, take it all in his mouth like Hawkeye had done. He also liked the way this felt, he liked the idea of being able to keep Hawkeye on the edge until he was damn good and ready to let him come. He wondered if he should do that now. He slowly started licking his way up and going down hard, trying to imagine what that would be like. Hawkeye’s breath was getting heavier and his hand helped BJ find a faster rhythm.
“Ohhhh...yeah.” Hawkeye moaned softly. “That’s fucking good. You going to swallow?”
“You want me to?” BJ asked.
He grinned. “That’s a real question, you know that? Depends...” he said slowly, one hand sliding under BJ’s jaw and making him look up. Hawkeye kissed him several times. “If this is just for now, let me know. Unless – “ another kiss “ – it’s something that might happen again.”
BJ grinned and kissed back. “I’d like to think so.” he said.
“Good.” Hawkeye looked pleased. “Then, as much as my body screams at me for this, no. Not yet.”
“All right, then. What now?” BJ sat back on his heels and tilted his head to the side.
Hawkeye grinned widely. “I knew you were too fucking cute for me to keep my hands off.” he said. “Fuck me, then.”
“Where?”
“Over the moon,” Hawkeye smirked.
“No, I mean, I don’t think we’re both going to fit on that cot.”
“You let me worry about what fits where.” He reached out for BJ and pulled him closer, kissing him again. “Never done that before?” he mumbled.
“No. Nothing.” BJ answered back softly, closing his eyes halfway.
“It’s easy. Just go slow.” Hawkeye added quickly. He turned halfway to study the narrow cot and the problem it presented – it was really too bad there wasn’t any mattress available. Well...except for the C.O.’s. Now that would get you sent home, but in the worst possible way. (He actually hadn’t decided if he’d rather go home with a Blue Discharge or with a limb missing. Probably the limb, if it was a leg. Then at least he could still operate.) “The floor, I guess.” he shrugged. “Uh...I don’t have anything...” he looked up and squinted, trying to scan the shelves.
“Anything?”
“Well, anything that’s sort of necessary. A lubricant, Beej. Necessary.”
“Oh! Umm...there’s nothing in here?”
“Not if I don’t want to improvise, I don’t think...ah ha.” He said suddenly, then got up and rummaged about on one of the lower shelves, finally coming back with a small tube he (carefully) dropped into BJ’s lap. “Just remembered I left that there.” He grinned.
“Ahh.” BJ picked it up and squinted in the dark, but all it could tell was that it was a tube of something. He unscrewed the cap and squeezed, and a very slippery gel covered his fingers. Classy. He had a sudden urge to put on a rubber glove, and then quietly snickered.
“What the hell are you laughing at?”
“Nothing. I was just looking for a glove.”
“Try to be a little more informal here.” Hawkeye laughed. “All right – I’m gonna lay down on my back here...you’ll have to help me keep my feet up by your shoulders.” He instructed as he slid off the cot and sat on the floor. “Wish I had a blanket or something...”
“Use my jacket?” BJ suggested.
“It’ll get messy.”
“Oh, well, here, my shirt.” He searched the floor blindly with his fingers and came up with some cloth he thought felt like Olive Drab. “I can go back to the Swamp with my jacket buttoned up, till I get a clean one.”
“Ah, good.” Hawkeye took it and lay it down on the floor, then he sat down on it and leaned back on his hands, his knees bent and a smirk on his face. “Well?”
“Well is a deep subject,” BJ grinned, crawling forward until he felt Hawkeye breathing. He put his left hand on the back of Hawkeye’s neck and kissed him while pushing him to lay down on his back. Hawkeye smiled and kissed back, hooking his legs around BJ’s and forcing him to kneel almost ontop of him. BJ’s cock was still hard, and pulsing, and when it brushed against Hawkeye’s they both moaned a little. “Just so I don’t do anything wrong,” BJ began in-between kisses, “this is so I can fuck you, right? I’ve got to, ah, stretch you?”
“Yep.” Hawkeye grinned. “Don’t forget yourself – do that first, make sure you’re all coated.”
“I feel like I’m taking a lesson.” BJ commented, his body jerking when the cold gel came in contact with it.
“Well, you’ve gotta learn somehow.” Hawkeye snorted. He couldn’t put into words how much he loved the feel of another man ontop of him, even moreso another man inside of him. He thought BJ was doing more than fine, and he felt small thrills of exhilaration every time they touched, or kissed. He lifted his legs up a little bit and the light touches of BJ’s fingers tickled the back of his thigh. “It’s all right, go ahead.” He encouraged. “Just be easy.”
“All right...” BJ said slowly, and carefully he ran his fingers alongside the crease, searching – and he found it, the small, tight, warm entry way. (Which was actually more of an exit way, but no one was keeping score.) He hesitated, then gently pushed with one finger and felt the muscles give way. Hawkeye’s breathing slowed so he reminded himself to be gentle, pushing until he had one finger all the way inside. Then he slowly pulled it out and added a second, this time pushing very, very gradually. He realised his other hand was just flat on the floor, but there were better uses it could be put to – like stroking over Hawkeye’s cock, which caused an interesting reaction. He felt Hawkeye jump, and moan a little, and all the muscles in his lower body became taut and tight.
“All right?” BJ asked worriedly.
“Yes. Yeah, it’s good, go on.” Hawkeye breathed. BJ carefully pushed both his long fingers inside, and then after a moment, began a slow, steady rhythm of back and forth while his left hand did the same. “Ohh...oh, yeah, just like that.” Hawkeye moaned, and for almost a minute nothing but the sound of his breath and slight moans could be heard. “Ohhh, fuck...That’s enough, enough, I’m ready now.” He lifted his head a little to watch BJ, who pulled his hand back and wiped it off on the shirt under Hawkeye before scooting his body closer. “Careful,” he warned softly. “Your fingers are a lot skinnier ‘n that.”
“I know.” BJ nodded, licking his lips. Now this really would be a bad time to be interrupted with wounded. His left hand was warm on Hawkeye’s leg, and his right held the base of his own cock, searching out that entrance again. When he found it, he found he had to push harder than with his fingers, and Hawkeye made a small sound. “I’m sorry.” BJ said quickly.
“It’s okay, keep going.” Hawkeye dug his heels into the backs of BJ’s thighs, spurring him on and driving him deeper. BJ fell forward and put his left arm out, holding himself up while his right closed around Hawkeye’s cock and his hips moved slowly. His breathing was almost immediately hard, heavy pants, and he closed his eyes – Hawkeye was so tight, and warm, and the sound of him breathing hard was sweeter than music. He went very slowly, making sure he wasn’t hurting him and also because if he went any faster, his control would break and he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back.
Hawkeye suddenly reached down and pulled BJ’s hand off himself, pulling the other man closer with his legs. “Just fuck me.” He breathed.
“Ohhh, god.” BJ moaned, setting his other hand on the floor and clenching his teeth so he wouldn’t blow it all, literally. He was still trying not to go too fast, pushing in all the way slowly and then out almost all the way, with long, careful thrusts. Hawkeye moaned each time BJ’s cock was entirely inside him, and he urged BJ forward harder by pressing his heels into the backs of BJ’s thighs. BJ drove in deeper but not harder, knowing that if he did he, and the ecstasy he was in, wouldn’t last.
Hawkeye had his head leaned back, gasping and moaning each time his body was rocked back and forth. “Harder,” He moaned. “Ohhh, BJ...fuck, harder.” BJ grinned as he panted, taking his hands off the floor and sitting back on his knees. He raised Hawkeye’s ankles up in the air near his shoulders and thrust his hips forward faster. Hawkeye moaned. “Ohh, fuck yes...” he breathed. His right hand, which was carelessly lying near his head, took his own cock in hand and his entire body shuddered when he rubbed over it. “Oh fucking Christ...oh, God...I’m gonna come.” His voice rose a little in pitch and his muscles tightened. “Oh, god, BJ, harder.” He moaned. “Harder...I said fuck me, what’s wrong with you?”
BJ couldn’t hold out. As soon as Hawkeye voiced that his climax was near, he felt his own and it was beyond his strength of will to prevent it. Harder he drove himself inside Hawkeye, and faster; nothing had ever felt this good. Just before he felt the base of his spine start to tingle, Hawkeye let out another high-pitched moan and his body jerked. He wrapped his legs around BJ again and wouldn’t let him out, forcing him to lose his own release deep inside him. BJ’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head and he whimpered, only barely able to thrust a few more times before he collapsed ontop of his new lover, both of their bodies still quivering.
BJ noticed that Hawkeye was wet across his stomach, but he didn’t mind laying in it, on him. Infact, he wondered what it might taste like. Finally, his arms moved to push himself off the man below him, and he kissed Hawkeye once more before dragging himself to sit up, or kneel again. He very carefully pulled out and Hawkeye immediately sat up, grateful for the shirt that was underneath him. BJ exhaled hard and then lay back on his back, both arms above his head and trying to get his breathing back to normal. Hawkeye quickly cleaned himself up and then crawled forward next to BJ, laying down on his side exactly next to him and putting his head on BJ’s shoulder, his arm around the other man’s stomach. BJ smiled and wrapped one of his arms around Hawkeye’s waist and held him close, with a big smile on his face and feeling completely peaceful. He only wished they had a mattress to relax on.
They stayed like that for several long minutes, recovering their bearings and their breath. Hawkeye had moved his head a little bit so it lay on BJ’s chest now, and he was listening intently to the heartbeat. BJ liked having Hawkeye in his arms just as much as Peg, and was thinking to himself that if it never happened again with him, he would remember this moment for the rest of his life. Everything was quiet, everything was perfect. It couldn’t be spoiled with three words.
Hawkeye sat up after a few minutes, gazing around the room thoughtfully. He looked back over at his friend and grinned, getting up and then straddling him with a wicked look on his face. BJ looked amused, noting how the weight of Hawkeye forced them to grind their hips together. Hawkeye put both hands on BJ’s face and kissed him several times, each kiss lasting longer and becoming deeper until BJ felt a stir in his nether regions again. He breathed very softly.
“If you don’t stop that,” He murmured, “I’m going to have to have you again.”
Hawkeye smirked. “That’s just my intention, don’t you know?”
'Cause we're the fishes and all we do
the move about is all we do
well, oh baby, my hairs on end about you...
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