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scripted_sra) wrote2009-03-02 11:52 pm
scripted_sra) wrote2009-03-02 11:52 pm
Entry tags:
M*A*S*H | Reality | R | Hawkeye/Mulcahy
Title: Reality
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Rating: R
Pairing: Hawkeye/Mulcahy
Summary: Father Mulcahy needs someone to chase away reality.
Warning: Priest!smut.
Word Count: 515
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use.
A/N: Has been edited from its original version.
It’s supposed to feel good.
It does, Mulcahy reflects, in the physical sense. It feels wonderful. Kissing Hawkeye, touching Hawkeye, feeling Hawkeye, being taken by Hawkeye—all of it drives him to a very high place, indeed; a place where thunder booms, lightning crashes, and stars explode.
Afterward is a different story. After it’s over, and Hawkeye has left, he’s alone and reality has the opportunity to sneak up on him. He’s a priest, Hawkeye is Hawkeye; what is he doing? He’s throwing away his vows, his commitments for a taste of hedonism that isn’t going to last. Afterward, every time, he resolves that it will end, that it will be over, and that he’s just had his last time with Hawkeye.
But then, Hawkeye will come back the next week. He'll kiss him sweetly and passionately, and he'll be gentle and tender and John Mulcahy can’t bring himself to tell him to stop. He’s a priest, but he’s a man; he has desires and needs, and for some reason, Hawkeye knows how to fulfill them. Hawkeye knows where to touch to get him to moan with abandon; Hawkeye knows how to use his mouth to drive him insane; he knows how to get him to cry out; he knows how hard to thrust, when to speed up and when to slow down; he knows how to make him come. He knows how to drive away reality.
The problem rests in the fact that each time they're together, the aching in John’s heart and soul increases.
Father John Patrick Francis Mulcahy knows what he's doing is wrong, that it violates his promise, that it even contradicts some his beliefs; he also knows that he's falling in love.
It's excruciating, sometimes, having his heart, soul, and body all continuously warring with each other. One wants him to stop before he gets hurt even more; one is scolding at him to stop because it’s wrong; the last wants the other two to shut up so he can go on with what he’s doing. It leaves him tired and confused, and he’s exhausted.
All of this confusion, all of this pain, this need is because of one man, with his charm, charisma, shocking blue eyes, and endless compassion. The one man who can look him in the eyes and make his heart beat faster, his soul doubt that anything like this can be wrong, and his body heat up all over. He's the same man who can then look away, at BJ or Sidney, and make his heart shatter, his soul start berating him again, and his body shiver.
For now, though, all John can manage is to hang on for dear life and ride out the last waves of pleasure it brings.
Maybe he can handle it for a little while. Maybe he can ignore the constant battle inside himself for a little more. Maybe he can hide from reality, if only temporarily.
Soon, however, he knows the pleasure won’t be able to override the pain.
And then even Hawkeye won’t be able to drive away reality.
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Rating: R
Pairing: Hawkeye/Mulcahy
Summary: Father Mulcahy needs someone to chase away reality.
Warning: Priest!smut.
Word Count: 515
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use.
A/N: Has been edited from its original version.
It’s supposed to feel good.
It does, Mulcahy reflects, in the physical sense. It feels wonderful. Kissing Hawkeye, touching Hawkeye, feeling Hawkeye, being taken by Hawkeye—all of it drives him to a very high place, indeed; a place where thunder booms, lightning crashes, and stars explode.
Afterward is a different story. After it’s over, and Hawkeye has left, he’s alone and reality has the opportunity to sneak up on him. He’s a priest, Hawkeye is Hawkeye; what is he doing? He’s throwing away his vows, his commitments for a taste of hedonism that isn’t going to last. Afterward, every time, he resolves that it will end, that it will be over, and that he’s just had his last time with Hawkeye.
But then, Hawkeye will come back the next week. He'll kiss him sweetly and passionately, and he'll be gentle and tender and John Mulcahy can’t bring himself to tell him to stop. He’s a priest, but he’s a man; he has desires and needs, and for some reason, Hawkeye knows how to fulfill them. Hawkeye knows where to touch to get him to moan with abandon; Hawkeye knows how to use his mouth to drive him insane; he knows how to get him to cry out; he knows how hard to thrust, when to speed up and when to slow down; he knows how to make him come. He knows how to drive away reality.
The problem rests in the fact that each time they're together, the aching in John’s heart and soul increases.
Father John Patrick Francis Mulcahy knows what he's doing is wrong, that it violates his promise, that it even contradicts some his beliefs; he also knows that he's falling in love.
It's excruciating, sometimes, having his heart, soul, and body all continuously warring with each other. One wants him to stop before he gets hurt even more; one is scolding at him to stop because it’s wrong; the last wants the other two to shut up so he can go on with what he’s doing. It leaves him tired and confused, and he’s exhausted.
All of this confusion, all of this pain, this need is because of one man, with his charm, charisma, shocking blue eyes, and endless compassion. The one man who can look him in the eyes and make his heart beat faster, his soul doubt that anything like this can be wrong, and his body heat up all over. He's the same man who can then look away, at BJ or Sidney, and make his heart shatter, his soul start berating him again, and his body shiver.
For now, though, all John can manage is to hang on for dear life and ride out the last waves of pleasure it brings.
Maybe he can handle it for a little while. Maybe he can ignore the constant battle inside himself for a little more. Maybe he can hide from reality, if only temporarily.
Soon, however, he knows the pleasure won’t be able to override the pain.
And then even Hawkeye won’t be able to drive away reality.