hawkeye/bj

[cottons.livejournal.com]

I've been meaning to join this community for a while, and now I've written a little something I feel justified in doing so.

Pairing: Hawkeye/BJ

Rating: PG-13 (you probably shouldn't read this if you don't like men showering together and...)

Summary: Just after Trapper leaves. Unresolved sexual tension. I would really really love some feedback.

 

 

Trapper had left, ten lousy minutes ago. And now a blue-eyed, clean-cut stranger had turned up in his place. It was almost painful, for Hawkeye, to see the raw vulnerability that was characteristic of all the new doctors in Korea. Like kids, with packed lunches and shined shoes, ready for their first day at school. Never mind, he thought, Captain Hunnicut would soon learn how to hide behind those baby blues, he will learn how to cower behind a charming smile while the bombs go off.

For a while though, Hawkeye isn’t really aware of anything except the acidic disappointment rising in his gut. He doesn’t think he’s ever needed a drink so much in his life.  Radar flutters anxiously in the background.

* * *

Frank told BJ not to let Hawkeye corrupt him. Just like his mother used to tell him not to talk to those older boys in baseball caps that used to hang around on the street corner whistling at pretty girls. BJ had listened to his mother, but he wasn’t ten years old anymore. Besides, how could anything that felt so right be...wrong?

Hawkeye was like nobody he’d ever known, sitting across from him at night, eyes sparkling over the rim of a martini glass, was thrilling. BJ sometimes realised, with guilty starts, that he had forgotten to miss Peg. He then wrote long, poignant letters to her, which were never sent. How could anyone outside Korea understand what it was like? How could anyone who had never met Hawkeye understand what it was like to look across the operating theatre, over carved up skin and organs, and find reassurance in another man’s eyes?

He only thought of Peg on long, lonely nights. And even then, Hawkeye was present, at the back of his mind.

* * *

Hawkeye was never one to be shy of the communal showers. He sure as hell didn’t have anything to be ashamed of, and he isn’t impressed by Frank’s girlish modesty.  We were all born naked, and Pierce hopes he’ll die naked. Well, he’d rather not die at all, but its not like the army gives you much of a choice.

But then BJ comes in, blue dressing gown, white towel, and smiles at him. Something bunches up in Hawkeye’s stomach. Kind of like the feeling he gets when choppers fly in with fresh wounded, only less pleasant. And more confusing. He doesn’t let it show, of course, but makes a crack about the weather and looks away. BJ laughs and gets into the shower stall next to him. Hawkeye’s head suddenly seems very light, he automatically rubs his shoulders with the soap.

“What I wouldn’t give for a hot bath,” BJ has his eyes closed and his neck arched against a spray of warm water. Hawkeye makes an affirmative noise. His head is now not attached to his body, but floating around freely, and the rest of the camp has disappeared except for their two shower stalls and the water and the soap.

“Or a steam. It feels like I haven’t been to a steam room in years. Hey, can you pass the soap, Hawk? I’m running low over here. Hawkeye?” BJ is leaning on the swing door that separates their stalls and his eyebrows are raised.

“Oh, sure. I think I dropped it, I know it’s around here somewhere.” but as he bends down the world tips over too fast and Hawkeye finds himself almost on the floor and BJ holding him up with slippery hands. He tries to get up but then his warm naked skin brushes against BJ’s warm naked skin and the shock almost knocks him over again. BJ’s hands don’t let go of Hawkeye’s shoulders, but he makes sure to face away and get behind the swing door quickly because he suddenly realises all that blood from his head has defected to the South. “I’m fine. I’m fine, sorry. Guess I need more sleep, you know I’m not getting my eight hours what with Frank’s snoring and the soldiers always coming in late with their fractured skulls and bullet wounds. I’ll see you back at the Swamp, Beej.” Hawkeye makes sure the other man doesn’t get a chance to say anything while he puts his dressing gown on and backs out quickly with a strategic towel placed in front. Not that BJ seems eager for a chat, he just stands looking puzzled at Hawkeye through the steam.

He bumps into Klinger on the way out.

“Jesus, you’re soaking wet! Didn’t your mother ever teach you how to use a towel?”

Hawkeye walks quickly and furiously back to the Swamp, which was mercifully empty. He’s angry with himself. He’s angry at BJ. What right did that guy have to do this to him? He started to pace around the tent, his head spinning crazily. He stopped still though when he heard ‘all officers report to the operating room’ and the incoming helicopters. Hawkeye was almost relieved. Sewing up wounds and fishing out bullets from somebody’s stomach he knew how to handle.

Thanks.

Comments

[dryadwoman.livejournal.com]

Very nice! Just wondering, though: Is the mixture of tenses deliberate?

[cottons.livejournal.com]

Yes. I know, its a little...fragmenty. shh. I was drinking gin while writing it...to get in character, you understand.

[dryadwoman.livejournal.com]

Heehee! I approve most heartily!

[cottons.livejournal.com]

And thank you!

[mash4ever.livejournal.com]

Very good indeed!! I hope to see more of your work! ^___^

[ryttu3k.livejournal.com]

Whoooo... suddenly I'm reminded of a 'don't drop the soap' joke. Heh heh.

Jokes aside, I like and approve most heartily ^_^

[ebcahavoc.livejournal.com]

i like it alot.
the fragmented tenses startled (thats too strong a word. but i'm not in a particularly coherent mood.) me a little, but overall i like the effect of mixing them.
i loved how it felt so frenzied, like at the end the writing mirrored hawkeye's mood. awesome.

[takenhawkeye.livejournal.com]

Let me just stress this: I adore the style of this. The tenses are such a wonderful addition, and the overall style is amazing. Your diction is stunning, and, well, you have such a flair, it's refreshing.

I like the idea, and I cannot deny that it was well-written. To put it simply, great job.

I look forward to seeing more by you.

Farewell.

[cottons.livejournal.com]

*blush* thank you!

[ashilleong.livejournal.com]

I don't think anyone here minds naked men in the shower.

Especially when it is as well written as that.

[hawkeyesmartini.livejournal.com]

don't be nervous! It was good! Is this a part one or is this the whole thing? Either way, I liked it. I liked the line about soliders coming in late with their fractured skulls. Geez, they could at least be on time, couldn't they. LOL.

Again, good job.

Adieu,
<:3D~