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Title: Tokyo (for lack of a better idea)
Summary: Frank’s acting two again.
Pairing: Frank/Trapper; a suggestion of another.
Warning: Well, the pairing. Other than that, there’s a touch of innuendo.
Rating: PG
A/N: I have a bad feeling OOC-ness is haunting me again.
"Aw, c’mon guys!” Frank whined. “Tell me what you were
talking about!”
The two men looked at each other, then back at him. “No, I don’t think so, Frank,” Trapper said.
"Yeah, you couldn’t handle it,” Hawkeye added, smirking.
“Please? Pretty please? I won’t tell anyone!”
“Not even Hotlips?” Trapper asked disbelievingly.
Frank pursed his lips—not that they could tell. “Her name is Margaret.”
“I think that means you would tell her.” Hawkeye reached for an olive. “I don’t think we should tell him, Trap.”
“Pour me one. I don’t think so, either.”
“Oh, you—you—guys!”
“I resemble that,” Hawkeye remarked.
“I think you mean ‘resent’, Hawk.”
“Last time I checked, there was nothing to resent.”
The door slammed behind Frank. Hawkeye watched him knock on Margaret’s tent and slide in before turning to Trapper.
“What do you see
in him? He’s got no lips and no personality!”
Trapper shrugged. “He’s got plenty of lips for me.”
“I did not need to know that.”
“You shouldn’t have said anything about his lips.”
“Yeah, well, you shouldn’t be seeing him.”
“Who should I be seeing?”
Hawkeye shrugged. “Not the Ferret.”
Frank stomped back in then, glaring at the pair.
“Did she kick you out, Frank?” Hawkeye asked, catching Trapper’s look of interest.
"None of your beeswax! You were talking about me, weren’t you? I heard you.”
“Very good, Frank,” Trapper said indifferently
“He called me ‘Ferret’!”
“I know, Frank. I was here.”
Hawkeye got to his feet. “I’ve got post-op until midnight.”
“Let me know if you need anything,” Trapper called as Hawkeye left. Frank was glaring at him. “What, Frank?”
Frank ignored him. Trapper sighed. “Look, I can’t stop him from calling you whatever he wants. Come on, we have six hours until he comes back. Don’t be mad until I go to post-op, okay?”
“Oh, fine,” Frank
said huffily, sitting next to Trapper.
"That’s better. What do you want to do tonight?”
“Tell me what you were talking about?”
Trapper kissed Frank, his lips lingering briefly. “I asked Hawkeye to get Henry to give us a pair of weekend passes to Tokyo.”
Frank pulled away, hurt. “You’re abandoning me to go golfing with that degenerate?”
“No, Frank. Not Hawk-and-me us. You-and-me us.”
His eyes lit up and he grinned. “You mean it? Just the two of us?”
“Yes, Frank.”
Frank didn’t object to any of Trapper’s plans for the night, complaining only when he slipped away five minutes before midnight.
Cross-posted to my journal.
Title: Tokyo (for lack of a better idea)
Summary: Frank’s acting two again.
Pairing: Frank/Trapper; a suggestion of another.
Warning: Well, the pairing. Other than that, there’s a touch of innuendo.
Rating: PG
A/N: I have a bad feeling OOC-ness is haunting me again.
"Aw, c’mon guys!” Frank whined. “Tell me what you were
talking about!”
The two men looked at each other, then back at him. “No, I don’t think so, Frank,” Trapper said.
"Yeah, you couldn’t handle it,” Hawkeye added, smirking.
“Please? Pretty please? I won’t tell anyone!”
“Not even Hotlips?” Trapper asked disbelievingly.
Frank pursed his lips—not that they could tell. “Her name is Margaret.”
“I think that means you would tell her.” Hawkeye reached for an olive. “I don’t think we should tell him, Trap.”
“Pour me one. I don’t think so, either.”
“Oh, you—you—guys!”
“I resemble that,” Hawkeye remarked.
“I think you mean ‘resent’, Hawk.”
“Last time I checked, there was nothing to resent.”
The door slammed behind Frank. Hawkeye watched him knock on Margaret’s tent and slide in before turning to Trapper.
“What do you see
in him? He’s got no lips and no personality!”
Trapper shrugged. “He’s got plenty of lips for me.”
“I did not need to know that.”
“You shouldn’t have said anything about his lips.”
“Yeah, well, you shouldn’t be seeing him.”
“Who should I be seeing?”
Hawkeye shrugged. “Not the Ferret.”
Frank stomped back in then, glaring at the pair.
“Did she kick you out, Frank?” Hawkeye asked, catching Trapper’s look of interest.
"None of your beeswax! You were talking about me, weren’t you? I heard you.”
“Very good, Frank,” Trapper said indifferently
“He called me ‘Ferret’!”
“I know, Frank. I was here.”
Hawkeye got to his feet. “I’ve got post-op until midnight.”
“Let me know if you need anything,” Trapper called as Hawkeye left. Frank was glaring at him. “What, Frank?”
Frank ignored him. Trapper sighed. “Look, I can’t stop him from calling you whatever he wants. Come on, we have six hours until he comes back. Don’t be mad until I go to post-op, okay?”
“Oh, fine,” Frank
said huffily, sitting next to Trapper.
"That’s better. What do you want to do tonight?”
“Tell me what you were talking about?”
Trapper kissed Frank, his lips lingering briefly. “I asked Hawkeye to get Henry to give us a pair of weekend passes to Tokyo.”
Frank pulled away, hurt. “You’re abandoning me to go golfing with that degenerate?”
“No, Frank. Not Hawk-and-me us. You-and-me us.”
His eyes lit up and he grinned. “You mean it? Just the two of us?”
“Yes, Frank.”
Frank didn’t object to any of Trapper’s plans for the night, complaining only when he slipped away five minutes before midnight.
Cross-posted to my journal.
