Smutty One-Shots
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These few months have been the scene-setting, John decides. The kettle's been heating. Inside, it's starting to sweat. Every time he and Hawk lock eyes in OR, each moment their shoulders brush when they're tight in a Jeep, the temperature's been rising. This silent sense of waiting to see which one of them is gonna flinch forward first.
Honestly, he's not sure what Hawk's been waiting on—he's as bent as some fucking Hohmann retractors. Hell, John would've gone for it ages ago if he didn't enjoy the tension as much as the release.
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- Part 1 of Smutty One-Shots
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It's not like he's been chasing her skirt since he got here or anything either. If Hawk treated John with uncertainty from the moment he hit the doorstep and Hunnicutt offered him barely concealed hostility, Peg's been the only one who welcomed him in with unabashed kindness. He still has no idea why. Maybe she understood the nerves right behind his gaze when he walked through their door with nothing more than a suitcase, a desire to make amends with Hawk, and an uncertain timeframe. Maybe she saw the pale band of skin on his left ring finger and drew her own conclusions. Maybe she's just good without any expectations.
Whatever it is, she gave him a soft place to land. And the trouble with that is she made him feel safe enough to start to wonder what went on behind those pretty blue eyes of hers.
Lucky for him, she seems curious too. Even if she does turn red at the drop of a hat nowadays.
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- Part 2 of Smutty One-Shots
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Only when BJ turns his own shower on does he speak. "Soooo what're you looking at?"
Hawk stares a hole through the canvas wall, his mind taking a moment to catch up. "Oh, I was thinking we should consider wallpaper."
"Wallpaper?"
"Yeah. Something red. Maybe floral. Why not?" Oh, he dearly hopes the water turns cold soon. The fear's not doing enough.
"Well, isn't it a little gauche to paper a bathroom? Not to mention the humidity."
Hawkeye sets the soap aside and clears his throat. "All right, all right, if you'd rather do paint—"
"Hawk." BJ's tone is warm.
"Yeah, yeah?"
"You can just finish it off, you know."
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- Part 3 of Smutty One-Shots
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It's not often that Peg gets it in her head to take control of BJ, and it's even rarer that he lets her without a fuss. But in the specific aching nights where he's too tightly wound from the most frustrating things—a standard surgery with unexpected complications, a thousand choices for lunch that make him hold up the line, a backfiring car at the exact moment when he's coming up their front walkway—she'll take him over, and she'll settle him down, and she'll call every single shot until he's trembling from the effort of holding back the urge to tackle her into the sheets.
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- Part 4 of Smutty One-Shots
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It's objectively hilarious, having this conversation when they're both stripped down to nothing with the sound of the sea coming through the open guest bedroom window in a house that BJ and Peg are still breaking in. He rather thought that breaking it in meant hosting parties, having company, testing the furniture flow of the rooms. Not pounding an old war friend into the mattress.
But Margaret's always been complicated for him, and her stubbornness still knows no bounds.
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- Part 5 of Smutty One-Shots
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"You remember, don't you? A long stroll to a desk, the heat of frustration, my beautiful ass on full display, the charming interloper. Don't tell me you haven't fantasized about it."
"You're ridiculous. What my nurses see in you, I'll never know."
Hawk quirks a brow, his lips spreading further, exposing a few more teeth. "You're the one who's about to fuck me. You tell me."
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- Part 6 of Smutty One-Shots
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BJ hard pivots, throwing on a grin. "This probably isn't what you were expecting when I was trying to find a pretty veiled way of saying I'll make sure I get you off—"
"No, on the contrary, I knew you'd be a talker." Finally there's a little spark in Sidney's unfathomably lovely eyes, that twist of amusement like orange peel in a cosmo. "You wouldn't be able to keep up with Hawkeye, if you weren't."
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- Part 7 of Smutty One-Shots
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"J-Just take a seat!" Father Mulcahy says cheerfully as he continues laying out the vessels. "I'll have everything ready in a mo—" And he cuts off at the exact second that he looks over his shoulder.
Adrenaline tastes like a lot of things depending on the situation that summons it. When John hears chopper blades, it's a little like acid. When his date's interrupted by someone pounding on the door of supply, it stings like ginger. And right now, seeing the uncertainty in the man in front of him, knowing full well how easy it is to seduce away, understanding that he's making a conscious choice to screw something up, it tastes like burnt caramel.
It'd be a lot easier to care if John hadn't been chewed up and spit out by the same monster that Mulcahy seems so reluctant to let go of.
John flashes a toothy grin. "Hiya, Father."
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- Part 8 of Smutty One-Shots
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What Hawkeye wouldn't give to drop to his knees and put his mouth on Mulcahy instead, really make him see stars. It's not fair that he's had his face fucked and his brain wiped clean a thousand times over and he can't even use what he learned on the very man he's so hungry for. Hungry to hold. To fall asleep with.
Getting too deep here, fella.
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Hawkeye doesn't know why he keeps coming back for these brief interlude in the Father's tent, but he can never stay too far away.
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- Part 9 of Smutty One-Shots
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"Fortunately for you, Doctor, after such a loooong shift in OR..." Margaret drawls, easing her fingers through his hair and watching with warmth in her chest as his eyelashes flutter. "...I'm here to take the tension right out of you. Got it?"
BJ, already all but panting, groans out a nonsensical sound before chasing it with a chuckle. "Well. It's not like I can stop you. I mean, how could I get out of that grip, huh?"
"Hmm." Gentle as her petting through those silky strands had been, she tightens, pulls back harder just to hear the sharper moan break from his chest. He's right back where he was, hovering once more, his naked body pressed tight to the chair and holding firm while he waits to see what's coming. He's beautiful like this. God, she wishes she could have more of him.
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Margaret wants to put her personal massager to more interesting use. As has been happening more and more frequently, BJ is conveniently nearby.
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- Part 10 of Smutty One-Shots
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Sidney has taken everything in as well as he can. He isn't sure exactly what he's walking into right now—mild personality shift appears to include overwhelming assertiveness, hypersexual behavior, and desperate bargaining, all of which could point to a wide array of his own possible diagnoses—but no matter what he sees in this tent, he knows he must remain as calm as possible.
This is all very well and good until he actually opens the door, steps inside, and sees that Hawkeye appears to be recovering from the sedative. He knows this because the 4077th's chief surgeon is currently in the cot on his side, rutting languidly against the pillow, sweat dripping from his hair, and with three of his own fingers in his mouth with drool coating all of them.
As Hawk gazes at him, his pupils are dilated so alarmingly that Sidney's heart stops. He didn't hear any mention of a potential head injury. Surely they would've noticed that. There's no blood, no bruising, no outward sign of trauma, no—
"Sidney," Hawkeye breathes in the huskiest possible tone. With a crooked grin, he rolls toward the edge of the cot. "Sidney..."
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- Part 11 of Smutty One-Shots
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Leo's a bastard is what he is. He'll make BJ wait outside his room a good ten minutes after they're supposed to meet up for a walk to the quad because Leo's snuck a girl in again, is making her gasp and beg and scream in his bed for more, more, more. He'll scribble obscene doodles in the margins of BJ's notes.
But the thing is he's also the guy who'll sit back to back with BJ until sunrise, quizzing him on his notes without a word of complaint. He'll drop a mug of coffee off for him almost every morning so BJ can save the time, can grab an extra five minutes of sleep. When the guilt creeps in with the night—the knowledge of how sharply BJ cut off his parents the moment he arrived here, the way he has to hold his own baby sister at bay until he can get his degree and come back and get her out—Leo is always the one with an arm around his shoulders, sometimes filling the silence with jokes, sometimes just existing with him.
He's a bastard and he's also the strongest human connection that BJ has here, and it all wraps up to make him impossible to stay away from, even if BJ ever wanted to.
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- Part 12 of Smutty One-Shots
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McIntyre stares her down for a long moment, both of them caught in the standoff, before he scoffs out a chuckle and shakes his head. While he loosens his tie, he drawls. "All right, let's lay it all out on the table, huh? You don't have to stay, that's right. And I don't need you to stay. There's a dozen gals at the bar next door who'll get in my bed for nothin' more than a wink. I ain't desperate." But as an ugly tightness locks Margaret's ribs shut in a vice, he turns to face her head on and speaks over her irritation. "Neither one of us needs you to be here. But that doesn't mean I want you to go either. Yeah, if you walk out that door, I'll have another girl flat on her back in ten minutes." He pauses. When his eyelashes flutter—a single twitch—it's the first moment that he's looked anything but unflappable. "But you're the one I'm gonna be thinkin' about when I'm inside her."
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- Part 13 of Smutty One-Shots
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"I love that you let me have you," Hawk breathes. He traces the tip of his tongue along his throat and groans at the taste of sweat. As BJ cranes his neck as an offering, Hawkeye's eyelashes flutter, and he nuzzles right against his jugular like a wolf preparing to go for the kill. "You feel so... The way that you..." There's too much to say. I love you. I can't imagine life without you. Words more lethal than poison. They'll taint this fragile moment and make it lose its strength with every second until it collapses, spent, unable to be revived.
BJ's skin vibrates when he murmurs, "You make me feel priceless," a dream of a sentence that nearly brings tears to Hawk's eyes.
"You are." His heart kicks up, urging him on. When he rocks forward, BJ grabs the headboard again and clenches around him hard enough to make Hawkeye squeeze the base of his cock. Not yet, not yet. Instead he zeroes in on the shape of his other fingers around BJ's waist. "You're a dream come true."
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- Part 14 of Smutty One-Shots
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Days like this are grueling for him. He and Colonel Blake have gotta make sure they know what's what about supply, about repairs, about upcoming meetings in Seoul, but it's arguably worse when Radar is so darn conscious that Hawkeye's starting to bubble up a little more. They haven't had any casualties in a few days, and since Major Houlihan bursts into the office to complain about Captains Pierce and McIntyre and something about them using her bra for a slingshot, that tells Radar that Hawk doesn't have something to occupy him. His brain's running too hot. If nothing gets done about it, there's gonna be a heck of a crash later.
Honestly, it irritates the tar out of him that nobody ever puts two and two together about Hawkeye and his moods. He's out there doing the best he can, okay, he's the smartest guy Radar's met and he's probably the closest thing to a superhero that exists, but with those ups come the real bad downs. He's gonna hit the ground and make a crater just in time for a chopper to show up.
Radar really does have to do everything himself around here. But he takes a secret pleasure in this part all the same. He knows things about Hawk that nobody here ever will. Maybe Hawk'll never know them either.
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- Part 15 of Smutty One-Shots
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"It's a good thing I'm here now, huh?" BJ drops his voice to that melodic tone with sharper edges. As he puts one knee between Charles's thighs, it lets him be far, far above him, casting a shadow from the nearest light. "Clever of you, really. You got all the way to the other side of the ocean where your parents don't have a clue what you're getting up to. Who you're getting up to it with. No one's watching, not tonight. There's just Hawkeye somewhere out there, keeping people entertained, making sure they won't come anywhere near the Swamp."
Charles clears his throat. "I suppose that is rather fortuitous, isn't it?" he asks unsteadily, still not looking away from how BJ's teasing himself.
"It really is. That's the beauty of it, huh?" BJ asks. "You don't have to worry about if these work anymore." He palms Charles's balls, gently massaging them just to watch how he shudders and fights to hold back his sounds. "'Cuz you're not gonna be the one knocking somebody up. At the end of the day, you're still a Winchester. And that means you're fucking great breeding stock."
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- Part 16 of Smutty One-Shots
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"Leo..." BJ's hand scales his slim waist higher and higher until he palms his ribs. "Please."
Leo tilts his head. "Please what?"
He doesn't fucking know. A creature lives in that crackling chasm right beside his heart, something fitful and hungry, and he's not yet learned the language to describe what it needs to be satisfied. He has to pivot instead. "Listen, if you're so sure I can't handle whatever you've got to give me, why don't you prove it?"
"Oh, I never said you couldn't handle it." Like a spider dangling from a silk thread right above its prey, Leo holds himself still, fingers bruising his jaw, thumb resting gently on his lips, a contradiction in terms. But when BJ catches Leo's thumb between his teeth, something breaks through. Sparks burst from Leo's eyes and shower BJ in heat. "Y'know what they say, Beej, college is all about new experiences."
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During yet another session of BJ's after-hours education, Leo's more than happy to show him the next level of what he can take.
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- Part 17 of Smutty One-Shots
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Hawkeye gets it. Really, he does. BJ Hunnicutt happens to be one of the most perfect men on the planet—handsome, brilliant, funny, mischievous, determined, focused, with one of the finest medical brains to boot. Hawk's tittered and blushed over him any number of times. But ultimately it doesn't matter that Hawkeye can get his hands all over Beej any time he wants when they're at home. Not when these desperate, horny vultures are the only ones allowed to touch him tonight.
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At a hospital fundraiser, Hawkeye catches sight of BJ holding court among his admirers, and he really can't be blamed for his subsequent actions.
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- Part 18 of Smutty One-Shots