[mijmeraar] For Everything, Part 1 of 1, Mature

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Title: For Everything.
Author: mijmeraar
Pairing: BJ/Hawkeye
Rating: Mature
Warnings: PWP. Silly.
Author's Notes: This was written fast and in pure fun. Nothing like my other fics, I don't think, so if you hate it, fair enough. For the prompt 'thanksgiving'.

“Not here, we can’t!”

Hawkeye ignores BJ’s dissent, pushing him up against the nearest hard surface and crashing their mouths together, clawing, climbing, as if trying to find a way inside. It’s hot and messy and desperate and it’s all BJ’s fault, for going on R’n’R alone.

“Hawk, the food,” BJ doesn’t have the strength to even pretend to care now, his arguments negated by his hands, fumbling with Hawkeye buttons, by his groans, escaping as Hawkeye’s mouth tugs at his skin.

“I know what I’m hungry for,” Hawkeye says, no jokes, and that’s it, the decision rests, Hawkeye taking his prey [his BJ], turning him round and sliding inside him. It’s just slick and spit, not tender, not warm, just survival, just life.

“In the kitchen,” BJ mutters when they are done, spent, his legs wobbling with the force and head shaking with the discontent. He straightens up, to be the modest man; to pretend he wasn’t just ravished, devoured.

“You’re probably right,” Hawkeye concedes, lazily, still with his pants undone and shirt hitched up. Scratching lazily at his head, yawning, “It was probably unhygienic.”

“Still, I’m only a doctor, what do I know?”

“Don’t worry Beej. I’ll give you a thorough examination tomorrow night; make sure the exposure to the food didn’t infect you with anything.”

Hawkeye kisses goodbye, sly tongue, ignores BJ’s, “Turkey,” as he goes.