#Pierceintyre

[mcintyresmartinis]

M*A*S*H, S3E17, "The Consultant"

[hesgomorrah]

[swampmartinis]

hawkeye being constantly cold and trapper being his personal heater, shoving his hands under his shirt/sweater to warm them up, shivering in his cot until he hears a heavy sigh, a rustle of blankets and a ''okay, come on in then...'' or a ''get your butt in here before you catch pneumonia'' hawkeye quick as a flash snuggled up next to trap trying to get as much of his body pressed against that warm curly haired heater he loves so much

[beej-machinations]

when the captains have ordered something weird again and you're in the crossfire

[trappper-johnathan]

[mash4077confessions]

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hawkeyedrew

[hearteyespierce]

“relief is sought, and solace is found in many ways.”

[gr4yk]

For the blossoming romance prompts - #6, asking them about their family, for Trapper/Hawkeye?

This one was... interesting to get through. When I bullet pointed it, the fic was supposed to be a lot more comedic in nature. But then I thought about that bit at the beginning and .... now it's this. Thank you so much for the prompt, percy, it was a delight to write! TrapHawk's a new zone for me in writing despite how much I love 'em. Hope their personalities translated well into this!

It’s one of those days where, despite a calm washing over the O.R. and everyone reveling in it for a while, a single, tedious case comes in and reminds the 4077th of its status as an army hospital. 

The patient, a Corporal James, though having made it, wound up with an amputated leg. His surgeon, Hawkeye Pierce, walks out in a daze. In a despondency his features have grown accustomed to over the last few months, its subtle twists and wrinkles now etched into his muscle memory without consent, invading his temperament with their despicable familiarity and reflecting a heart wrench far older than himself. Anyone looking at him now would not be able to discern the playful nature of his spirit or the passion he ever-so-deeply maintains for his craft. They would see a sadness, and, if they have been a fellow member of the 4077th long enough, they would understand it in less than a glance. 

He makes his way to the swamp in that form, flopping himself through the door and only realizing Trapper has company after plopping on his bed and meeting an object his experience has allowed him to discern is a bra devoid of its wearer. He pulls it out from under him and sighs, alerting the other of his presence. 

“Uh, Hawk,” he starts, hand sliding down the back of a nurse whose features Hawkeye cannot discern in the dark, but whose giggle can be likened to Parker’s, “D’ya mind? I’d kinda like a lil privacy here if you’d be so inclined.”

“Well, it just so happens that I’m not so inclined.” Hawkeye quips, though his tone betrays his state of mind. 

There’s a silence, a deafening moment of nothingness which’s sole survivor is the squeak of Hawkeye’s bed as he lays sideways on it then shifts to sleep on his back. He looks at the ceiling and says nothing else. His breath can be heard faintly over the night’s breeze. 

“... Hey, honey, how ‘bout we finish this later, yeah?”

“... Oh, sure. Where d–”

“I’ll find ya.”

“Alright. Goodnight.” 

Hawkeye can hear her – whoever she may be – rustling against the fabric of Trapper’s shirt, then the smooch of a final kiss against his cheeks before it sounds like she’s getting up. Her hand comes into view as she takes hold of her bra and a hushed click cues as she fastens it. Then another rustle, this time, Hawkeye assumes, of her shirt’s fabric covering her own body. Then, finally, a step step step and a thump. She’s out, the door is closed, and Hawkeye can swear he feels Trapper’s gaze falling upon him with the weight of a thousand elephants. He can smell his concern from here and while part of him is compelled to throw itself right into its confines and cry into the man’s shoulders, the rest of him simply can’t.

So, he does what he always does and makes use of his ever-so-handy gift of gab, verbalizing whatever-isms and hoping to direct what he knows will have to be a conversation about something away from himself. “You know, Trapper, sometimes I forget you even have a wife. Are you sure you’re not single and just playing forbidden fruit to get into a few more pants? You know me, I don’t judge. It’s just – what a weird lie that would be to tell.”

Read the rest over here cuz the word-count got a lil outta hand:

[kofri-ren]

“you gonna be in town for the whole convention?” “mm-hm.”

my brain has been consumed with olive drab once again and i blame these two specifically. my roommate and i are watching the show from the beginning! i got a box set for my birthday a couple years ago and finally decided to start it. yankee doodle doctor is one of my fav episodes and this shot just stuck in my head. look at them. i love gays

no bg version + ref + more thoughts ⤵️

i never really watched the trapper part of the show before now, which i hadn’t realized. bj is who i remember more being hawkeye’s foil (i guess? there’s probably a better word for that). all that to say, i LOVE trapper. his comedic timing works so well with hawk’s and they remind me of a middle aged gay couple. they’ve got the relationship that every time it’s depicted a little light comes on in my brain saying “that’s what you want”.

that’s kinda why i drew this shot specifically, it’s silly but look at how they smile at each other. it’s genuine, knowing. they look seconds away from kissing. you can’t convince me that they weren’t in love at least a little.

i’m not even sure all these thoughts connect how i think they do. just know that these guys and their relationship bring me joy as a gay man.

[fredbydawn]

You’ve heard of the MASH AU where Frank goes home at the end of season 3 and Hawkeye gets both BJ and Trapper as roommates, now get ready for the AU where Hawkeye goes home and it’s just Trapper and BJ, where they still have their wisecracking shenanigans and homoerotic tension, but they have interpersonal drama because their different perspectives on infidelity

BUT WAIT, act now and we’ll throw in the AU where Jones, Trapper, Frank, BJ, and Charles all live in the swamp at the same time and Hawkeye lives happily ever after with his 5 boyfriends

[pierceintyre-hunnihawk]

Sure Gonna Miss Him

decided to visit Hawkeye in his hometown hoping that he’d be okay. The Hawkeye from Korea and the at home Hawkeye soon turned out to be two different people, in a good way. 

The Hawkeye in Korea wasn’t happy, used humor to deflect his pain, and well, was a raging alcoholic. The at home Hawkeye was still unhappy, but seemed semi-comfortable, and above all, well. He was clean shaven, too. Much to my surprise, and he had BJ with him. 

“Father!” Hawkeye cheered after I knocked on his door.  “How’s it going Father?” BJ asked, as I walked in. 

“Oh, very well my son. Say, you two have a nice place.” “Thank you, Father.” They said, in unison. 

I smiled, and they asked if I wanted to join them for dinner. I agreed, and to my surprise Hawkeye cooked while BJ set the table. 

Dinner was made and set. I was given a glass of red wine, while the other two drank martinis left and right.

“So, Father, what brings you to our humble abode?” “I’m checking in on everyone from the unit. You two were second on the list, after the colonel, of course.”

They both smiled, “missed us that much, Father?”

“Of course! But, I must tell you who I’m visiting next. Hawk, you know him personally.”

I saw BJ shoot a look at Hawkeye, who had the biggest grin on his face. 

“Let me take a shot in the dark, here. Could it be Trapper?” “Correct! I was wondering if, maybe, you’d like to accompany me in seeing him?”

BJ stared at Hawkeye for the longest time. 

“I’d love to. Just to see how he’s doing.”

I smiled, but then looked over at BJ. 

“Is everything okay, my son?” “Oh, yeah sure. Really okay.”

Hawkeye sighed. “Beej, it’s just a visit. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“You fall in love with him.” “BJ, he’s married. Happily too. I couldn’t ruin that.”

BJ nodded, and said, “okay.”

We finished dinner, and headed up to Boston, Massachusetts. Hawkeye seemed very excited, while BJ was less than thrilled. 

We arrived in Boston, and immediately looked for Trapper. BJ huffed a lot, and I could tell that he was uneasy.

“Father?” “Yes, my son?” “May I speak to you? Alone?” “Of course, my son.”

BJ explained to me that he was worried that Hawkeye would fall back in love with Trapper. I tried my best to let him know that it just wasn’t possible. To my surprise, Hawkeye left with Trapper, and BJ had just had it at that point.

“I told you that he would leave.” “That’s it! Hawkeye wasn’t going to say this, but I am. You’re insecure. You’re so scared that Hawkeye is going to leave you for a man that left without saying one final goodbye. He’s not that shallow, and he clearly loves you. Unless you somehow screwed up over the years, he wouldn’t leave you for the first guy he meets!”

BJ looked at me, and relaxed.

“I-I’m sorry, father.” “It’s quite all right, my son. I’m sorry for being strict.”

We both walked for a while to see if we could find either Hawkeye or Trapper. Low and behold, we found them in a diner seeming to be splitting a milkshake.

“Are they sharing a milkshake?” “It appears so, but I can’t tell for certain. Let’s head in before we assume the worst.”

BJ and I saw Hawkeye and Trapper talking while having two different milkshakes. Much to BJ’s relief.

I sat next to Trapper, and BJ sat next to Hawkeye.

“So, you’re the infamous Trapper McIntyre.” “That’s me! And you are?” “BJ Hunnicutt.”

Trapper beamed brightly when he heard that. Hawkeye looked rather smitten. 

“Ain’t he grand?”Hawkeye and Trapper exchanged smiles, and then averted their heads to BJ. “Oh, he’s just a delight.”

I could tell that BJ was being sarcastic, but it appeared that the other two didn’t care.

“Hey, Trapper?” “Yes, Father?” “Are you still married?” “Nope! Divorced soon after I came home. It was ugly, but hey. I’m free now.”

Trapper winked at Hawkeye. Hawkeye’s eyes got wider, and he blushed a bright red. BJ rolled his eyes.

“That’s wonderful news, Trapper.” “Thank you. Say, your friend Charles and I worked together once he came back as well. He’s a bit pretentious, but he means well.” “I know. What did he say?” “He misses you, and hopes that you’re doing well. He did threaten to punch me, though.” “The note incident?” “Yes. I did write a note, but I suppose that Frank threw it out. Along with the rest of my things.” “You left me a note?!” “Yes!” “Damn that Frank. I’m glad that you cleared that up, though.” “Of course!”

BJ watched as Trapper’s hand overlapped Hawkeye’s. Much to his dismay. A waitress set us with menus and then took down our drink orders. BJ ordered a martini and I ordered a Sprite. The waitress left, and we resumed our conversation.

“Trap?” “Yes, Hawkeye?” “I missed you.” “I missed you too. I’m so sorry for not getting that last goodbye in. I have a question, though.” “Yes?” “Will you go out with me?”

I choked on my Sprite, and BJ’s eyes were wide.

“I’d love to, Trap.”

I saw BJ’s eyes start to get glossy.

“Really?” “Yes. But, I’ll have to see what BJ thinks.” “I forbid it.” “Oh Beej, explain.” “Hawkeye, you and I are together!” “You barely remember our anniversary and my birthday! You compare me to Peg constantly! Forget it, BJ!” “Don’t be like that, Hawkeye.” “We’re through, Hunnicutt. Go find Peg.” “Fine!” “Fine!”

I followed BJ out, and tried to get some sense talked into him.

“Father?” “What in Hell’s name is wrong with you?!” “Look, I don’t keep up with dates anymore.” “That’s besides the point! Comparing the man that you fell for to your ex wife is wrong! They’re nothing alike!” “But Father-“ “DON’T you ‘but Father’ me! Listen to me Hunnicutt, put your foot down before you lose Hawkeye for good.” “What if I already did?” “Then you should’ve thought about your actions beforehand. Trapper was his first actual love. Don’t make him be the last.”

BJ nodded, and we went back to the diner, and sat down. But in silence.

“Hawkeye?” “Yes, BJ?” “Are you sure that you want Trapper? I mean, really.” “Trapper remembered my birthday. He remembers that day we met. HE didn’t compare ME to his ex wife, who I share NOTHING with.” “Look Hawkeye, I’m really sorry-“ “Sorry? SORRY?! Sorry isn’t going to make me forget everything that you’ve told me! Every time you’ve compared me to Peg! Forget it! Go find someone else! I’m done!” “Hawkeye, honey…you can’t be serious. Think about all the good years that we shared.” “I am! The hell with you! The only ‘good years’ were when we were in California!” “Hawkeye…” “Out, Hunnicutt. I never want to see you again.” “Baby…” “Go. Now.” “But, I love you so.” “Please let me go. It’s not love, it’s lust, BJ.”

BJ got up from the table, and went outside. I paid for our drinks, and followed him once more, but waited for him to speak.

“I blew it Father.” “I’m sorry, my son.” “What am I going to do?” “I don’t know, my son. I wish I did.” “How did I let this happen?” “It just happened that way. Sometimes, we go back to those who loved us first. Sometimes, we don’t.” “I’m sure gonna miss him.” “I know. Have you ever told Hawkeye just how much he meant to you?” “I don’t think so. I never said that I loved him, I took his affection for granted... I really messed up.”

I didn’t know what to say. Hearing all of that really made sense as to why Hawkeye went back to Trapper.

I walked him to the bus station, and waited with him until his bus picked him up. We waved to each other until he was out of sight. I decided to go back to See how Trapper and Hawkeye were doing. To my surprise they were laughing like old times.

“Hey, Father! You’re back!”

“Indeed I am, gentlemen.”

Trapper smiled at me, and then turned his attention back to Hawkeye.

“Hey Father, watch this! When’s my birthday, Trap?” “That would be February 16th, 1922.” “Correct! What day did we meet?” “June 25th, 1950.” ��Correct again!” “Who am I not like?” “My ex wife!” “We have a winner! God, I missed you.” “I missed you too. Say, after Father Mulcahy eats, we can all go back to my place.” “Sounds great! Right, Father?” “Right! That is, if I’m not intruding.” “Of course not! You’re always welcomed to my place.”

I smiled, and the waitress brought out my food. Trapper paid for it, and off we went. Trapper’s place was really nice. And, he and Hawkeye were getting along just as much as I thought. Trapper received a call from BJ though. It was then passed down to Hawkeye. I couldn’t make out the conversation, but it wasn’t good.

“Father?” “Yes?” “A moment, please?”

I got up, and walked over to where Hawkeye and Trapper were.

“Everything okay?” “Not exactly. He found my number and is now pleading with me to send Hawkeye back. I’m not going to force Hawkeye to be miserable.” “I understand. That’s a good decision, Trapper. I say that you unplug the phone for the rest of the night.” “Good choice, Father. Are you okay, Hawk?” “I will be. Let’s get some sleep, yeah?” “Of course. Father, the guest bedroom is down the hall to your left. First door.” “Thank you.” “What about me, Trap?” “We can share a bed. I have a king sized bed for a reason.”

[hesgomorrah]

(insp)

[swampmartinis]

the soft intimacy of wheeling your just passed out fellow doctor and best friend on a gurney back to your shared tent to tuck him into bed

[beej-machinations]

[pierceintyre-hunnihawk-butnsfw]

Thanks For The Dance

It was a nice spring night here at the 4077th in Korea. Hawkeye and I had a wonderful date and a night filled with absolute bliss. We sang, we drank, we danced, we fucked, and we were in love. I knew that after my divorce we would be able to do so much more together, but I never imagined it to be as exciting as this. I wake up with this wonderful man in my cot with me, and I’m happy. Truly happy. Hawkeye woke something up in me that I never had before. It wasn’t lust, or the want to look like the perfect family, and the absolutely exhausting doting husband image that I had to keep up with. It drove me up the wall even thinking about going home and having to act like I was in love with someone that I just wanted to be friends with, rather than with someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

“Trapper?”

“Yes, Hawkeye?”

I could feel Hawkeye gently running his fingers along my forehand, but I didn’t mind. I simply just stared into those beautiful blue eyes with such delight, and the biggest smile on my face.

“Are you happy with me?”

“Hawkeye, honey, I’m in heaven with you, baby. I’ve never kissed an angel before but I’m certain that you’re as close as I’m ever going to get.”

“You mean that?”

The pain in Hawkeye’s vice woke something up in me that I never wanted. I don’t think I’ve been loving him the way that he wanted me to. I could see it in his eyes. I quickly sat up and held his gaze and his hands.

“Hawkeye, baby. What’s wrong?”

“I-I just feel like you don't truly love me. Don’t get me wrong, the dancing, the drinking, and the sex is nice, but I just don’t feel…important.”

“Oh, baby. I’ll tell you what, you write everything that I can do to make sure that you’re as important to me as I say you are, and not just a cheap thrill, and I’ll damn well do it.”

“You mean that?”

“Every bit of it.”

I handed Hawkeye a notebook and a pen. He immediately sarted writing some stuff down, and then handed it back to me. I noticed that the first word he wrote down was the word “aftercare” but I know it’s different for everyone, so I just had to ask what his version looks like.

“Hawkeye?”

“Yes?”

“I noticed that you put down aftercare, can you tell me more about how you’d like it done?”

“I’d like to be held and be told that you still love me. A check-in the day after would be nice too.”

“You got it. Would a stuffed animal help too?”

“It would.”

“I know you get cold after, and an actual cleanup is done, but I will definitely do exactly what you need. I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, Trapper.”

Shortly after kissing each other quick, we were called into the O.R. We got dressed, got into our scrubs, and got to work. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but there was a scrap metal in these young men. We made sure to get rid of all of it as carefully and as quickly as possible. It was very strategic, but we got it done.

“I’ve never seen so much metal in a kid before.”

“Me neither. Must’ve been a huge explosion.”

“Not surprising, unfortunately. There is a war going on. I just wish we were back home in the states.”

“Me too. You know, I could try to bring a little piece of home here.”

“How so?”

“What’s your favorite animal?”

“A tiger. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Just humor me, Hawkeye. Why a tiger?”

“When I was a kid, one summer my mom took me to this zoo in New York, and they had this gift shop. Well, she told me to take any animal that I want. Well, me being a kid, I chose this medium sized tiger, about fourteen inches, and I loved it until it couldn’t be loved anymore. I mean, she did everything to try and fix him. I loved that tiger.”

“What was his name?”

“Arlo. He was a Bengal tiger.”

“That’s a really cute name.”

“Thank you! He went with me everywhere. Even to school! I miss him.”

“Where did you get Arlo?”

“I wanna say The Bronx Zoo. Why?”

“Just curious. I gotta go make a phone call. I’ll meet you back at The Swamp baby. I promise.”

Hawkeye kissed my cheek, and I started running to Radar’s quarters. I practically burst through Radar’s quarters, and I could tell that he wasn’t expecting me.

“Hang on Sparky, I’ll have to call you back. What the matter, sir?”

“Can you get me in touch with the Bronx Zoo?”

“Of course, sir. Can I ask why?”

“It’s a surprise for Hawkeye.”

“A surprise for Hawkeye?”

“Yes. You can’t tell him that I’m getting him a stuffed tiger. No matter what, okay?”

“A stuffed tiger? Why a stuffed tiger?”

“It’s a long story, but it’s very important to him.”

“I understand, sir. That’s like my brother’s bear and I.”

“Your brother’s bear?”

“He gave me his bear shortly before he was sent off to war and, well, died in combat.”

“I’m very sorry to hear that, Radar.”

“It’s okay, sir. I know he’s in a better place and I still have something to remember him by.”

“I understand. That’s a really nice way to look at it.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Radar called The Bronx Zoo. I asked if they had any Bengal tigers in stock, and they thankfully did. I asked if they could send one to our camp, after I paid for it, of course, and they could. I have never written a check so fast before. I even told them to mail it first class. I gave Radar the check, he slipped it into an envelope, and had it put into the stack of letters to be mailed.

“Is that all you wanted, sir?”

“That’s all. Thank you, Radar!”

“You’re welcome, sir.”

“See you around!”

“Likewise, sir!”

I ran back to The Swamp and found Hawkeye reading some magazine.

“Whatcha doin’ Hawkeye?”

“Trying to see if I’d make a good housewife. Say, do I do a good job pleasing you?”

“In more ways than one.”

“Hmmm, you do the same for me. Do I greet you with complaints and problems?”

“Not unless you’re looking for a solution and need an outside source of help. I can see the next question. Do you always greet him with a smile? Always! Unless something’s wrong, but I do love taking care of you when something is wrong.”

“You’re such a wonderful lover.”

I felt myself blushing at the word “lover.” I’ve never felt so…happy to be called that before.

“You okay, Trapper?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah I’m okay.”

“You know, I was really admiring that grin of yours. The way your face blushed a beautiful bright red, and how focused you were on me.”

“Baby…”

“Yes?”

“Come closer.”

Okay. Why?”

“I’ve never noticed how blue your eyes are in the sunlight.”

“Trap, you’ve seen them everyday.”

“I know, but never this close.”

“What are you trying to say, Trap?”

“I love how you look. I love how your eyes glow whenever I kiss you. I love how you always care about people, even when you don’t need to. Hawkeye, there are so many things that I love about you that I would love to tell you, but I’ll end it here with this, I love you. Not the doctor version of you, not the prankster version of you, and not even the sexual version of you, those are all variations of you. I love the man who can do everything, but also just be himself. I love you, even if you claim that you have faults. Those are just things that I love more.”

“Why?”

“They’re a part of you. They’re what makes you, well, you.”

“I love you, Trapper.”

“I love you too, Hawkeye.”

Hawkeye gently pulled me in closer for a kiss, I couldn’t help myself but to run my hands all over his body while muttering about how perfect he was. I needed more of him, but it had to wait.

“I have something to tell you, Hawkeye.”

“Is it bad?”

“Oh, no. I just want you to know that I got you a present that you had before.”

“Before? Can I get a hint?”

“Yes, before. Think mom and dad.”

“Mom and dad? That’s…have I told you about it before?”

“I can’t say.”

“Well, I look forward to getting it.”

“Me too.”

We both got up and decided to get to dinner. I knew his present was going to take a few days to get here, so I figured it was best to hold off sex until then. Especially since I want it to be absolutely perfect, and no less. It’s what Hawkeye truly deserves. Hell, after everything he’s done, he deserves the world.

A few days went by, and mail was called in. I’ve never been so anxious for a gift to come in before. I just hope it’s here.

“Mail for Margaret, your father wrote you a letter.”

“Mail for Frank, a letter from your wife.”

“Mail for Henry, congrats, Sir!”

“Package for Klinger. It’s from Chicago.”

“Mail for the Father. It’s from your sister.”

“Mail for Hawkeye. It’s from your dad.”

I waited patiently but anxiously for my name to be called. I was starting to get even more nervous.

“And finally, mail for Trapper. It’s in my office.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and met Radar in his office.

“So, how are we doing this, Sir?”

“I’m gift wrapping it in the wrapping paper I saved from Christmas.”

“The red and green flannel print?”

“Yep!”

“Smart choice, Sir.”

“Thank you.”

Radar helped me wrap up the box and I carried it back to The Swamp. I saw Hawkeye writing a letter back to his dad. Frank was also writing a letter back to his wife, so I had to wait until Frank left. Until then, I asked Hawkeye what he was writing about.

“Oh, my dad was just asking about how I’m doing and if I’ve fallen in love with anyone.”

“What’re you going to tell him?”

“I’m bringing home a Marine, he’ll be the son you’ve never had.”

“You’re a disgrace to the Army.”

“Thank you, Frank.”

“Do me a favor Frank.”

“Yeah?”

“Write to your wife about how you love to be lower than everyone else.”

Frank finally ran out after saying that Hawkeye and I are a disappointment to the US Army.

“Hawkeye?”

“Yeah?”

“The box is for you.”

“Really?”

“I know you talked about it before, but I figured I’d give it to you myself.”

Hawkeye carefully took the box outta my hands and slowly unwrapped the box, opened the box, and unwrapped the green tissue paper.

“Arlo?!”

“I got you a replica of Arlo. I know he isn’t the same one that you had when you were a kid, but I hope-”

Hawkeye pulled me into a tight hug and didn’t let go for the longest time.

“Trapper?”

“Yes?”

“I love you. This must’ve cost a pretty penny!”

“Only twenty bucks, no big deal. At least, not when it comes to you.”

“Trapper…”

“Baby…”

Hawkeye slowly pulled me into a deep kiss and I didn’t want him to pull away, so I pulled him onto my lap. I ran my fingers through his hair, then I trailed my hands down to his hips, slowly trailing this up his body. I felt Hawkeye shiver, and that gave me a way to kiss his neck. Hawkeye let out a breathless moan, and I decided to carefully undress him.

“Is this okay, baby.”

“Don’t stop.”

“Easy, baby.”

Hawkeye groaned at my response then proceeded to wrap his legs around mine.

“Hawkeye?”

“Yes?”

“Why don't we finish this up a different way?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, Sir.”

I smiled down at the man that was now underneath me. He was so kissable, and oh so adorable. I started to slowly leave a trail of kisses down his body all the way down to the waistband of his pants.

“Sir?”

“Yes, baby?”

“We haven’t had sex in three days.”

“I know, baby.”

“Why don’t we do it?”

“Only if you want to, baby.”

“I want to, Sir.”

“I want to as well, baby. Let me get everything set up, okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I grabbed my checklist of things that would help both Hawkeye and I, and I had everything setup except for the check-in that I’ll do tomorrow morning.

“Sir?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I’m ready when you are.”

I turned around to see Hawkeye in a set of blue lingerie.

“I thought the box from Chicago was for Klinger.”

“I had Klinger order me a set from his boutique, and he said to pick out any color that I wanted, and go buy it. You like it?”

How could I say “no?” He was so beautiful in it. Especially his eyes. They stood out more.

“Baby…?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“You’re beautiful. So fucking pretty…”

“Am I turning you on, Sir?”

“In more ways than one, my love.”

“Let me help you, then.”

“Please…”

I felt like I was begging Hawkeye to just fuck me on the spot, but he seemed so happy to undress me. He got very excited when it came to my boxers.

“Sir?”

“Yes, baby?”

“You don’t know just how happy you make me.”

“I don’t think you know how happy you make me, baby.”

I slowly removed the light blue lingerie off of Hawkeye’s body while kissing every inch of his skin. I slowly started to remove his panties, and that’s when Hawkeye let out a soft moan. I started stroking his cock, keeping a slow rhythm. Hawkeye slowly got onto his knees, took my length in his hand, and slowly did the same, until I saw his smile. I soon heard Hawkeye let out a small laugh, and then start sucking me off. It felt so good that I closed my eyes and allowed Hawkeye to take full control. He ran his tongue over the tip, and then slowly deep throated my length. I gently laid my hand onto the back of his head, and let him do all the work.

“Baby…fuck you feel so good.”

“This’ll feel even better.”

Before I could even move, Hawkeye grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand, and lubed up my cock. It was a weird feeling at first, but I soon got used to it.

“You look so handsome like that, Sir. You’ll look even better on your back.

All I could do was smirk. I had a plan, but he was not to know. Hawkeye slowly tok my length inside of him, and started to slowly move. I felt him pin my hands to the bed, and kept going. After an hour, I started to feel close.

“I know you love this, Sir. See how hard I’ve made you?”

“You know I do, baby. You needed me so fucking bad.”

“Three days feels like a lifetime, Sir.”

“I know baby, but it’s over now.

I felt so close to cumming, but I was about to let Hawkeye have that type of satisfaction. So, I did what any normal person would do, and flipped him over, and whispered in his ear.

“Who the fuck said that you were allowed to finish me?”

I saw Hawkeye’s eyes go wide, but slowly relax. I kept my pace, but started kissing his neck more while fucking him. Hearing his moans in my ear, and feeling his nails scratch at my back really did something to me.

“You look so fucking pretty like this, baby. Fuck, I love it when you get like this.”

“Don’t stop fucking me, Sir please…”

“I’m not done yet, baby.”

I heard Hawkeye let out a delighted sigh, and close his eyes. I started to kiss his chest, and caress his hair.

“You’re my little fucktoy. You're all mine, baby.”

“I-I’m all yours, Sir.”

“Bend over, baby. I’m gonna fuck you from behind.”

“Y-Yes, Sir. Fuck, I love it when you dominate me like this.”

“I know, baby. You’re so beautiful, baby.”

“Fuck, I wish I had met you sooner. We fit together perfectly.”

“I’m close, baby.”

“Don’t stop fucking me, Sir. Please…”

Twenty minutes went by, and we started going at it like animals. I could tell that I couldn’t hold it in much longer, and I knew Hawkeye wasn’t either.

“I-I’m close, baby.”

“M-me too, Sir. Fuck, I can’t…”

“Easy, baby. Just a little longer.”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Fuck…”

“I-I’m gonna…”

“Come for me, baby. You know you fucking need it.”

“I-I need it, Sir…”

“Shhh, cum for me, darling. You’ll feel so much better.”

I heard Hawkeye start to give in, and it was so cute. Shortly after, I could tell that we were both so close, but I wanted us to cum at the same time, and I knew all too well that Hawkeye wanted the same. I looked down to see Hawkeye gripping the sheets with white knuckles and his blue eyes swelling up with tears, not out of pleasure, but I certainly knew to bring it up afterwards.

“Cum in me, Sir. Please, Sir.”

“Easy, baby.”

Hawkeye’s voice started to become more eager and I knew he was so close, but was waiting on me. I felt a little sadistic for making him hold off as long as I did. My motions certainly showed that, as my movements started to slow down some more, but I still had some energy left in me. I pulled Hawkeye closer to me and kept going.

“Only a little longer, baby. I promise.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“F-fuck, Hawkeye…!”

“T-Trapper!”

With that, we both came at the same time, and collapsed into one another. I held Hawkeye close to me, and kissed his hands, then his face, and finally his lips.

“Do you know how grateful I am to fuck you? To hold you in my arms, and have you so close to me?”

“You love me that much?”

“I do, baby. It’s not just during or after sex either. I love you no matter what.”

“Even on my bad days?”

“Even on your bad days, baby.”

“Trapper?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Can we shower?”

“Absolutely. Let me put the sheets and whatnot into the laundry room, and then I’ll be back to help you, okay?”

“Okay.”

I stripped the bed entirely, put my robe on, went off to the laundry room, dropped everything off, and then helped Hawkeye to the showers after replacing everything on the bed with fresh sheets and blankets. I decided the best choice would be to carry him. So, I helped him into his robe, then into the shower, and finally, helped him shower. We went back to The Swamp, and I grabbed his tiger.

“Is this better, baby?”

“A lot.”

“Baby?”

“Yes?”

“I noticed that you had tears in your eyes as we were…y’know. Are you okay?”

“You saw?”

“I did.”

“I’m okay, and I did have a lot of fun.”

“But?”

“Those were happy tears, Trapper. I promise.”

“Are you sure?”

“I would’ve called out my safe word if they weren’t.”

“Truman is definitely something that would get me to stop.”

“Exactly.”

“Come here, baby.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t ever want to be the reason that you’re in pain, my darling. I want to be the reason that you’re so happy and feeling good. I love you, Hawkeye.”

“I love you too, Trapper.”

Hawekeye and I ended the conversation with a long kiss. I also saw him playing with his tiger.

“What’re you going to name him?”

“I was thinking Trapper, after the most important person in my life.”

“Hmmm, why not John?”

“Too basic.”

“Trapper it is, then.”

I saw Hawkeye smile, and then nuzzle himself into my chest.

“Can I see Trapper for a moment?”

“Sure.”

I grabbed a bottle of my cologne and lightly sprayed Trapper in it.

“There, now it smells like the most important person in your life.”

“I love you, Trapper.”

“I love you too, baby.”

We started to get quiet again, so I ran my fingers through Hawkeye’s hair, hummed a song, and slowly watched Hawkeye fall asleep. I was happy that I was able to make Hawkeye happy and to keep him in my life. I wouldn’t admit to anyone, but I knew that I needed him and I knew that he needed me too. I guess that this is what being in love actually felt like. I could get used to this.