Hawkeye was in a foul mood and no one could snap him out of it... not even Trapper. In fact Trapper seemed to make it worse which hurt him as this was his best friend. He had no idea what was wrong with Hawkeye as his friend wasn't confiding in him. Things had started going downhill after the boxing match that Trapper had participated in in order to get Lieutenant Margie Cutler transferred back to their unit. At first he thought it was because he had got the girl they had both been competing for, but it was more than that. Hawkeye avoided him whenever possible, which was very difficult considering the fact that they shared the same tent. It was getting to the point that Trapper was going to ask Henry to move him to another tent. His presence was somehow upsetting to Hawkeye, and maybe if he moved then things might improve. First though, he would try to confront Hawkeye one more time... he just wanted to know what he had done to lose his best friend. He didn't think he could survive the rest of the war without him!

Hawkeye was hiding out in the supply tent. He couldn't face going back to "The Swamp" and seeing Trapper. It was too painful, and there was nothing he could do. He couldn't believe that he... the biggest womaniser in the unit along with Trapper... had fallen in love with his best friend. It had taken him a while to realise that he was in love. He had first started to realise after the boxing match. When both Trapper and Lieutenant Cutler ignored him he realised that he was jealous. At first he thought he was jealous that Trapper got the girl, but as time passed he realised that he was jealous of her and all of the other girls. He wanted to be the one to spend time with Trapper... he wanted to make love with him. That realisation had shaken him to the core. He had never been interested in a man before and it was hard to wrap his mind around the fact that he was *very* interested now. This confusion had caused him to lash out at people. He was well aware that many thought that he had snapped from the stress... well maybe he had. He didn't know how he was going to cope with living with him, but he knew he had to find a way, as he didn't want to lose him. Even so, it hurt to be around him, especially when he was chasing after the nurses. Until he could learn to control his jealousy he needed to stay away from Trapper as much as possible.

A sudden noise made Hawkeye look up, only to see the one person he was trying to avoid.
"So this is where you've been hiding out!" Trapper commented.
"I'm not 'hiding out' as you put it," Hawkeye answered defensively.
"Then what would you call it then? Because it sure seems that way to me."
"I just felt like some quiet time... that's all." He could see that Trapper wasn't buying it.
"Yeah right... what's wrong Hawkeye? What did I do to make you avoid me?"
Hawkeye could see the hurt and confusion on Trapper's face. He felt his heart break at the hurt he had caused but couldn't tell him... he didn't want to scare him away.
"You haven't done anything... there's nothing wrong." Even to his own ears he didn't sound very convincing.
Again he watched the hurt on his best friend's face. This time he thought he saw betrayal there also.
"Well I guess that's it then. I thought I was your best friend, but you can't even tell me the truth. I'm going to Henry to ask him to reassign me to another tent."
Hawkeye was mortified to find tears welling in his eyes at that thought. He couldn't let Trapper go! He didn't know what to do, but as he watched his friend turning to leave he couldn't help himself.
"Don't leave me..." Tears were now running freely down his face. Trapper turned and saw the broken man on the floor and immediately went to him. Hawkeye was crying in earnest now so he sat down on the floor and gathered him in his arms. He rocked his friend and murmured nonsense in his ears until the tears started to ease.

Finally, the tears stopped and Hawkeye struggled to sit up. He couldn't meet Trapper's eyes.
"You ready to tell me what is wrong now?" Trapper questioned gently.
"I can't... if I tell you, you'll leave me." His voice sounded very small.
"There is nothing you could tell me that would make me leave you. You are my best friend... the forever kind." Trapper laid his hand on Hawkeye's, and was hurt when his friend flinched from the contact.
"I'm sure this would... I'm in love... with a man." Hawkeye almost whispered the last bit.
Trapper had to admit that he was shocked, but the hurt feeling he had as Hawkeye said that also surprised him.
"How long?"
"I've been in love with him for a while, but I only realised it a couple of weeks ago."
Again Trapper was shocked, but this time by his reaction. He was upset, not because Hawkeye was in love with a man, but because it wasn't him! He couldn't believe that he hadn't noticed before that he loved his best friend. He didn't know if he could handle seeing him with anyone else! Even though it would hurt, he had to know.
"Who is it? Who are you in love with?"
"I can't say."
"Please tell me... I need to know." He was trying to work out who it could be... it would hurt, but he wanted Hawkeye to be happy. Hawkeye's answer was so soft that he almost missed it.
"Y... y... you." He stammered softly. Hawkeye braced himself for the rejection he knew was coming.
"Do you really mean that? Do you really love me?" The tone of his voice was hopeful, and Hawkeye looked up in shock. Trapper asked again.
"Do you love me?" Their eyes met and Trapper could see the truth even before anything was said.
"Yes."
"That's good because I seem to love you too."
Hawkeye was in total shock. He had expected rejection or anger... he had never even dreamed that Trapper would feel the same way. He didn't know what to do... he was frozen.
Trapper realised that Hawkeye was in shock, so it was up to him to move things along. Even though he had never kissed a man before, he suddenly wanted to. Slowly he leaned forward and gently kissed his friend. He pulled back for a moment, then leaned in again. This time the kiss was returned and both men spent time exploring each other's mouths. Hands were slowly added to the mix, and both men groaned.

Oxygen became essential and they reluctantly broke apart gasping for air. This relationship wasn't going to be easy, but they knew it would be worth it. They would have to hide it from everyone, as they would be dishonourably discharged from the army. The resulting black mark on their record would make it impossible for them to practise medicine when they returned home. They both loved medicine, and were damned good at their job. There was also the fact that Trapper was married.
"I love you Trap."
"I love you too Hawk."
"Did you lock the door when you came in?"
"Yeah I did."
"Good... I think you have too many clothes on Trap." As he said that, his hands slipped inside Trapper's T-shirt. His fingers brushed across hardening nipples and caused the blond man to moan.
They kissed again, this time more passionately. Clothes were slowly peeled off until they were both naked. By this time they were stretched out on the floor on one of the supply tent's blankets. Both men were hard, and when their erections came into contact, they groaned and tried to get even closer together. The passion that had been simmering burst into flame. They thrust against each other urgently, their hard cocks sliding together. Their groans were only muffled due to the fact that they couldn't stop kissing each other. As one they both reached the peak and tumbled over the edge. They collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs, hands gently caressing while they came back to earth. Both were stunned by how good it had been.
"Wow..." Hawkeye finally managed to say.
"Ditto," was Trappers reply.
As nice as it was to lay together like this, they knew that sooner or later someone else would come in and they would be caught. They cleaned off in between more kisses, and slowly got dressed again.
"I wish we could stay here all night. I want to be able to hold you as we sleep." Hawkeye murmured before kissing his friend again.
"I wish we could too. It is going to be torture being so close to you at night but not be able to touch."
They kissed again before reluctantly making their way to the door. They didn't really want to let go, and so they held hands as they made their way out. Just before they were in sight of the door, they stopped for one last kiss before facing the rest of the world.
"I love you Trapper."
"Love you too Hawkeye."
They kissed to seal their love, before walking to the door. Just as they were about to unlock it, the door rattled from the outside.
"We timed that well." Trapper whispered. Hawkeye just nodded. As they passed the nurse trying to get in, they smiled and then sauntered off to their tent.

Two months had passed since that fateful night in the supply tent. They didn't get to spend a lot of time alone, but it was worth it. At first everyone was surprised by Hawkeye's sudden change back to his normal self, but no one actually said anything to him. They still chased the nurses for the sake of appearances, but they never took it all the way. Sometimes they danced together in "The Swamp", or groped each other in public, but everyone thought they were just joking and laughed. They had always spent a lot of time with each other, often disappearing together, so no one noticed that anything had changed. They were both very happy. In fact, happy didn't really cover it. There were no words to describe how they felt. The main cloud on the horizon was Trapper's wife. He didn't love her any more. He had never really loved her... he had married because it was expected. Now that he was head over heels in love with Hawkeye he had to find some way out of his marriage that wouldn't cause them both trouble. At least he had a while to think it over.

Tonight was one of their rare nights alone. Frank was on leave until tomorrow night and as they were the only three living in "The Swamp" these days, that meant that they could spend some quality time together... barring casualties of course. Radar knew about them, as he seemed to know everything, but he wouldn't report them as he was in love with Henry (though Henry didn't really know that.). Because Radar knew, he made sure no one disturbed them unless it was necessary. He had warned them in the past so that they wouldn't get caught.

The camp was quietening down for the night, but in "The Swamp", things were starting to heat up. Hawkeye and Trapper were snuggled together on Trapper's bed. Long, deep kisses were exchanged as hands stroked slowly. Both were enjoying the fact that they could take their time for once. Clothes were slowly abandoned and both men were trying to keep from moaning. Even alone in the tent they had to make sure they made no noise. That helped to heighten the tension and make their pleasure more intense. Heat was building between them. Lube was grabbed, and Trapper had to bury his face in his pillow to muffle the noise when Hawkeye started preparing him. One finger was carefully stretching him... then two. Hawkeye scraped his fingers across Trapper's prostate and was rewarded with a low muffled moan from the face in the pillow. A third finger was added. By this time Trapper was pushing back against the fingers.
"Hawk... please... in me now!" Trapper whispered desperately.
"Just hold on love..." Hawkeye quickly prepared himself, before pushing slowly into the willing body.
When they were joined fully, they paused to enjoy the connection.
"I love you Trapper," Hawkeye whispered gently. Trapper turned his head so that he could speak clearly.
"Love you too Hawk." Even though it was awkward, they kissed tenderly.
Eventually, the feelings grew to be too much and they had to move. Hawkeye pulled out slowly before setting up a slow, steady pace... Passion building with each stroke. Trapper's head was buried in his pillow to muffle his now almost continuous moans, and Hawkeye's own moans were being muffled on Trapper's back.

Higher and higher they both flew. Pleasure washing over them with each thrust. Hawkeye's hand wrapped around Trapper's hard cock, and that was all that was needed to push him over the edge. His body tightened around Hawkeye and caused him to follow. It was so intense that Hawkeye bit down on Trapper's back in an effort not to scream. They collapsed onto the bed still joined... neither one aware of where they were... just of each other. They both groaned at the loss as Hawkeye slipped out of Trapper's body.

Turning carefully they snuggled together side-by-side. As Trapper's shoulder hit the bed, he hissed as he felt the bite.
"How bad did you bite me this time?" Trapper asked quietly. Hawkeye eyed the damage with a guilty look on his face.
"I broke the skin, and the dentist would have no trouble identifying the culprit," Hawkeye replied guiltily. Trapper just pulled him closer and kissed him.
"Don't go feeling guilty over it Hawk. I loved it. I love having your mark on me. We belong together... and I have the marks to prove it!" With that he kissed Hawkeye again.
"I love you too Trap... so much. I just wish we could let everyone else know how happy we are."
"I know Hawk. I want that too. But unless that day ever comes, just remember that I *do* love you."
They kissed again. It wasn't going to be easy, but their love would get them through anything... as long as they were together...

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