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mash_slashTitle: Lazy Day (any title suggestions are welcome)
Author: Kelly,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hawkeyecat
Rating: NC-17, as requested
Warnings: Bah, characterization. These two refused to cooperate for the fic. I’ll leave the pairing to its expert,sarcasticsra.
A/N: For the fic swap forradarhunnihawk. Enjoy it, Ange. Also, thanks to minttown1 for the first sentence.
For what felt like the first time since his feet touched Korean soil, Hawkeye was truly well rested. He rolled over in the king-sized bed, luxuriating in the softness and warmth. The warm body next to him shifted back, pressing against his hips. The corners of his mouth turned up and he ran his hand along the smooth line from shoulder to hip. Sidney rolled over and laid a hand on his cheek.
“Morning,” Hawkeye said in a raspy voice.
Sidney smiled back. “Morning.”
“What do you want to do today?”
“It’s your vacation.”
Hawkeye stretched, wincing at the catch in his back, and Sidney smirked at him. “We shouldn’t get up today.”
“Oh?”
Hawkeye nuzzled against Sidney’s neck, smelling salt and sweat and Sidney and just a touch of himself. “No, I think—” he nipped gently at the juncture of Sidney’s shoulder and neck, provoking a moan—“we should just—” he slipped his hand up Sidney’s chest and tweaked one nipple—“sleep all day.” He rolled away and made himself comfortable, outwardly relaxed. He could feel Sidney’s eyes on his back, and waited for the reaction.
The reaction didn’t come—or, rather, it did; just not the one Hawkeye expected. Sidney propped his chin on his hand and gazed at Hawkeye for a moment, then reached for a psychiatric journal beside the bed. When he heard the slick pages rattle together, Hawkeye started.
“What’re you doing?”
“I once had a patient tell me during a session he didn’t want to talk. I asked him what he wanted to do, and what he wanted turned out very well. This just might do the same.”
Hawkeye turned back to Sidney and pushed the journal away, moving down to his mouth. As he probed gently with his tongue, he could feel Sidney’s lips turn upward under his. He pulled back. “What?”
“Didn’t you say you wanted to sleep?”
“I changed my mind.”
“Well, in that case…” Sidney flipped Hawkeye onto his back and propped himself over the younger man. “What was it you actually wanted to do today?”
Hawkeye answered by reaching down between them and taking Sidney’s cock in his hand. Sidney let out a soft moan as Hawkeye rotated his wrist and glided his hand, feather-light, up and down the velvet hardness. Sidney kissed him then, hard and demanding, and Hawkeye arched up. He didn’t want slow, languid morning sex; he wanted primal rutting. Sidney reached for the container of lubricant, slicking his fingers and slipping two into his lover. Hawkeye pushed back, wanting more, but he knew Sidney wouldn’t risk hurting him. A third joined, brushing over Hawkeye’s prostate, and he gasped, pulling away from Sidney’s mouth.
“Sidney…”
Sidney’s fingers left Hawkeye, and he pushed against him again, needing Sidney in him. And suddenly he was, filling him, pressing in as far as he could. Slowly, achingly, he pulled back out, and Hawkeye whimpered, actually whimpered, wanting Sidney faster and harder. Sidney refused to oblige, continuing his slow, long strokes, and shifting his angle slightly so he hit that magical spot every time, making Hawkeye see stars with every touch. When Sidney finally reached for Hawkeye’s own length, it only took the gentlest of touches before Hawkeye came over Sidney’s stomach, his spasming muscles bringing Sidney to his own climax. Sidney let himself fall on Hawkeye, and Hawkeye wrapped his arms around the smaller man, holding him close.
“That,” he murmured into Sidney’s curls, “is what I want to do today.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
Author: Kelly,
hawkeyecatRating: NC-17, as requested
Warnings: Bah, characterization. These two refused to cooperate for the fic. I’ll leave the pairing to its expert,
sarcasticsra.A/N: For the fic swap for
radarhunnihawk. Enjoy it, Ange. Also, thanks to minttown1 for the first sentence.For what felt like the first time since his feet touched Korean soil, Hawkeye was truly well rested. He rolled over in the king-sized bed, luxuriating in the softness and warmth. The warm body next to him shifted back, pressing against his hips. The corners of his mouth turned up and he ran his hand along the smooth line from shoulder to hip. Sidney rolled over and laid a hand on his cheek.
“Morning,” Hawkeye said in a raspy voice.
Sidney smiled back. “Morning.”
“What do you want to do today?”
“It’s your vacation.”
Hawkeye stretched, wincing at the catch in his back, and Sidney smirked at him. “We shouldn’t get up today.”
“Oh?”
Hawkeye nuzzled against Sidney’s neck, smelling salt and sweat and Sidney and just a touch of himself. “No, I think—” he nipped gently at the juncture of Sidney’s shoulder and neck, provoking a moan—“we should just—” he slipped his hand up Sidney’s chest and tweaked one nipple—“sleep all day.” He rolled away and made himself comfortable, outwardly relaxed. He could feel Sidney’s eyes on his back, and waited for the reaction.
The reaction didn’t come—or, rather, it did; just not the one Hawkeye expected. Sidney propped his chin on his hand and gazed at Hawkeye for a moment, then reached for a psychiatric journal beside the bed. When he heard the slick pages rattle together, Hawkeye started.
“What’re you doing?”
“I once had a patient tell me during a session he didn’t want to talk. I asked him what he wanted to do, and what he wanted turned out very well. This just might do the same.”
Hawkeye turned back to Sidney and pushed the journal away, moving down to his mouth. As he probed gently with his tongue, he could feel Sidney’s lips turn upward under his. He pulled back. “What?”
“Didn’t you say you wanted to sleep?”
“I changed my mind.”
“Well, in that case…” Sidney flipped Hawkeye onto his back and propped himself over the younger man. “What was it you actually wanted to do today?”
Hawkeye answered by reaching down between them and taking Sidney’s cock in his hand. Sidney let out a soft moan as Hawkeye rotated his wrist and glided his hand, feather-light, up and down the velvet hardness. Sidney kissed him then, hard and demanding, and Hawkeye arched up. He didn’t want slow, languid morning sex; he wanted primal rutting. Sidney reached for the container of lubricant, slicking his fingers and slipping two into his lover. Hawkeye pushed back, wanting more, but he knew Sidney wouldn’t risk hurting him. A third joined, brushing over Hawkeye’s prostate, and he gasped, pulling away from Sidney’s mouth.
“Sidney…”
Sidney’s fingers left Hawkeye, and he pushed against him again, needing Sidney in him. And suddenly he was, filling him, pressing in as far as he could. Slowly, achingly, he pulled back out, and Hawkeye whimpered, actually whimpered, wanting Sidney faster and harder. Sidney refused to oblige, continuing his slow, long strokes, and shifting his angle slightly so he hit that magical spot every time, making Hawkeye see stars with every touch. When Sidney finally reached for Hawkeye’s own length, it only took the gentlest of touches before Hawkeye came over Sidney’s stomach, his spasming muscles bringing Sidney to his own climax. Sidney let himself fall on Hawkeye, and Hawkeye wrapped his arms around the smaller man, holding him close.
“That,” he murmured into Sidney’s curls, “is what I want to do today.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
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Date: 2005-07-13 08:43 pm (UTC)Wow, Yes I enjoyed it, just the cheer me up I needed after work, thanks so much.
Fave bit-
The reaction didn’t come—or, rather, it did; just not the one Hawkeye expected. Sidney propped his chin on his hand and gazed at Hawkeye for a moment, then reached for a psychiatric journal beside the bed. When he heard the slick pages rattle together, Hawkeye started.
Hehe, sneaky sidney and poor hawkeye.
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Date: 2005-07-13 11:20 pm (UTC)(I still need to comment on mine, don't I?)
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Date: 2005-07-13 11:25 pm (UTC)(Yeah I think its fixed now, it was me goofing up with the format before!)
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Date: 2005-07-14 02:00 am (UTC)You two are too nice.
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Date: 2005-07-14 02:06 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-07-14 11:54 am (UTC)HM isn't my cup of tea, but I can appreciate it when it's well-written (as long as I pretend they're different characters).
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Date: 2005-07-14 12:15 pm (UTC)If you can find a h/m fic that is not turned mags into a mary sue, hawkeye into a a bit of a git and they don't have a gizzilian kids *admitedly discribing most of them out there lately* then they are actually enjoyable.
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Date: 2005-07-15 05:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-14 01:00 am (UTC)“I once had a patient tell me during a session he didn’t want to talk. I asked him what he wanted to do, and what he wanted turned out very well. This just might do the same.”
Heee, Sidney. You're so sneaky. XD *favorites*
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Date: 2005-07-14 01:03 am (UTC)Haha, he is, isn't he? I think it turned out far better than what I was writing before did.
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Date: 2005-07-14 02:00 am (UTC)Hee, I love Sidney. This was great. ^^
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Date: 2005-07-14 02:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-14 12:48 pm (UTC)NowAfter work.<:3D~
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Date: 2005-07-14 12:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-14 09:48 pm (UTC)Guh.
I mean...
misoflibberdigibbetry.
The line "velvet hardness" made me kind of stop and "o.O?" a bit, but other than that, I loved it all. yay for Hawkney. Guh for Hawkney. And I loved how Sidney got out of Hawkeye what he really wanted to do. He's sneaky. ;)
Write more.
<:3D~
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Date: 2005-07-15 11:03 am (UTC)The line "velvet hardness" made me kind of stop and "o.O?" a bit...
I wrote that line? *rereads fic*
...I wrote that. Note to self: no using the word "velvet" in smut unless approved by a beta.
Sidney is a sneaky one, isn't he?
*salutes* Yes, ma'am. I believe I owe you some Hawkry?
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Date: 2005-07-15 12:21 pm (UTC)You do? When? Where? *is not complaining!* Yay!
<:3D~
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Date: 2005-07-15 12:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-15 12:31 pm (UTC)Ooh, I know. If you please, what I would like is a scene of Radar coming into the Swamp late at night, because he can't sleep. (Frank is off somewhere else, Margaret's or something.) Trapper offers him a drink, and then they start to discuss why neither of them are sleeping, and what both of them know Hawkeye and the C.O. are doing. And what they think of it.
If that isn't workable, any Hawkry (that is IC - have seen some HORRIBLE Hawkry before) is good Hawkry. ^_^
<:3D~
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Date: 2005-07-15 12:36 pm (UTC)Your request has its own document now, which means that, yes, it will be written =)
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Date: 2005-07-15 12:38 pm (UTC)IC?? *smirks* IC-ness will be be banished!
Well, only if Megan Faye is writing.
Yay! Ooh, I can't wait to see it!
<:3D~
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Date: 2005-07-15 12:41 pm (UTC)Oh, on the other topic: she replied to my comment asking if she liked my Hawkcahy.
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Date: 2005-11-09 01:37 am (UTC)Went right from busy-day-taking a moment to read fanfic-no-big-deal to VAVOOM!
Thanks!
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Date: 2005-11-09 05:30 am (UTC)