Hogan's Heroes Postwar slash story
Here's a slash story i wrote ages ago, it's OOC and not great but meh
The war had ended and it seemed all of London was celebrating but especially the former POW’s, tasting freedom for the first time in years. For Hogan and his men the past few days had been a blur of pubs, cheering, girls and old friends. Newkirk was staying in the spare room in his sister’s flat and Hogan was being shipped back to America soon with Kinch and Carter and between closing up the underground, debriefing, getting evacuated and all the celebration Hogan hadn’t been able to steal a single moment with his lover in weeks. Newkirk was obviously getting frustrated. Tonight they had been completely plastered and Newkirk was being far too obvious, brushing up against the Colonel, throwing his arm over the older man’s shoulders, making seemingly innocent comments that became highly suggestive with a mere eyebrow raise. Soon Hogan couldn’t stand it anymore. He grabbed the Englander’s arm and dragged him out of the pub leaving their drunken friends singing obliviously. Newkirk automatically headed home as it was close by to the pub. Even with an alcohol addled brain Hogan had enough sense not to ravish Newkirk in the street but the second they were in Newkirk’s building Hogan pushed Newkirk against the door of the flat and kissed him desperately pushing his tongue into his lover’s willing mouth that tasted of cigarettes, strong alcohol and cheap girls. “Is your sister home?” Hogan gasped frustrated by the hindrance.
“Out with her mates” ,Newkirk pulled Hogan back into the kiss and fumbled with the key and the door handle. Hogan and Newkirk stumbled into the apartment still locked in a heated kiss. They stumbled together through the door to the flat knocking things over as they attempted to make their way to Newkirk’s bedroom, stripping their clothes without breaking from their embrace. As soon as they were in the room they shed the rest of their clothes quickly and Newkirk stumbled back onto the bed. Hogan paused for a second to appreciate his naked lover presented to him on a bed, a real bed, and grinned and clambered over to Newkirk with little grace and locked lips with him again. They were both to drunk and too needy to last long and soon collapsed exhausted. Newkirk pulled him close, with one arm firmly around Hogan and gave him a slow, lazy kiss before murmuring “need a shower guv’nor”. Hogan smiled and went to say something in response but Newkirk was already asleep. Hogan watched his cynical Brit who looked so soft and sweet in sleep (though he would never tell him that) before he felt his eyelids grow heavy and dozed off.
Mavis Newkirk woke with a splitting headache and grimaced cursing the light through her window and swearing never to drink again (a useless oath considering she’d taken it every other morning lately). She pulled on her robe and yawned heading to the kitchen to set about making coffee. She looked at her brother’s closed door. He usually slept off his hangover til about noon and then tottered around the house until it was late enough to go out celebrating with his war buddies again. She smiled; it was good to have him home after years of worrying and relying on what little details came she got about his activities and welfare. He didn’t seem any worse for wear but they hadn’t really had much of a chance to talk. She knocked lightly on his door and swung it open. “Peter I made coffee. I was thinking that... PETER! What the ‘ell!” She yelled mouth agape at the sight of her brother in bed, in the very hairy, very male arms of another man, Newkirk’s eyes shot open. His head ached horribly at the noise and it took his a moment to comprehend that the warmth on his back was, judging by the feel of a morning arousal on his lower back, a very naked Hogan and in front of him, his very shocked sister. His eyes widened and he shot to a sitting position grabbing the blanket at the last second before he was exposed. “Mavis” he cried out cursing their drunken disregard for the consequences of their actions. Hogan was awake now and sitting up behind him. Mavis turned and rushed out. “Wait” Newkirk called “Mavis! Oh bollocks!”
He scrambled to find his clothes and tugged them on hurriedly before rushing out into the kitchen. He grabbed his stunned sister by the shoulders but she wouldn’t look at him.
He shook her shoulders desperately and tried to make eye contact, “Mavis lemme explain! It’s not what it looks like I swear!”
She turned at his with fiery eyes “Oh yeah! Well what the ‘ell is it then!?!”
Newkirk fumbled “I was.... err ’e was...”
“I think it’s exactly what it looks like. You brought a bloke ‘ome and shagged ‘im” She yelled
“Mavis I...” Newkirk was at a loss for words. He was so scared of losing his little sister over this.
“You liked women! You’re a fairy now? You like men is that it?” She glared at him
“No” Newkirk shook his head honestly
“Then what you thought ‘e was a girl? You were just that pissed? You expect me to believe that? I can’t believe you sleep with blokes!”
“I don’t! I might like blokes... I don’t know but I don’t sleep with them. It’s only ‘im I swear”
“That’s supposed to make it better? Only ‘im?!?” she cried
“Mavis, love, I... I’m not sorry” he admitted looking away from her guiltily and hurt. Her expression softened seeing how distraught her brother was.
“Do you love ‘im?” she asked softly
“Yes” no hesitation.
Mavis groaned and put a hand to her forehead. It was too early and she was too hung over for this.
“Well”
Newkirk looked at her and frowned “Well what?”
“Who the bloody ‘ell is ‘e?” she pointed at Hogan who was standing just inside Newkirk’s room awkwardly and shirtless.
Newkirk almost laughed despite himself at how lost his Colonel looked. A man who could laugh when faced with Gestapo half hiding from a five foot five woman in a pink robe. He offered a weak smile to the older man.
“I can’t find my shirt” Hogan murmured blushing. Newkirk shot a glance to Mavis.
“Go ahead find ‘im one but I’ll be waiting ‘ere. And don’t even think about going out the window” she smirked crossing her arms.
After a tense moment of searching through his things in which Newkirk couldn’t even look at Hogan for fear of breaking down he found an old shirt in his things that would fit the Colonel and they emerged into the kitchen where Mavis, true to her word hadn’t moved.
“Well “only ‘im” who the ‘ell are ya?”
“Mavis, this is Colonel Robert Hogan” Newkirk said nervously “Rob, my sister Mavis”
“Pleased to finally meet you” Hogan smiled his most pleasant, charming smile and held out his hand “Peter’s told me so much about you”
Mavis stared at his hand but didn’t take it. “Colonel Hogan? As in your CO?” she said to Newkirk who nodded, “You mean you got together in a POW camp? Surrounded by Gestapo and underground spies?!?”
“They were Luftwaffe guards” Hogan corrected before her comment sank in “How did you know about the underground?”
Mavis laughed, “You think I’d just sit around ‘ere while my big brother was in a Stalag? The only reason I didn’t go get ‘im was because they convinced me he was a valuable part of the war effort and Colonel Hogan wouldn’t let ‘im get hurt” she scoffed
Newkirk was taken aback and felt heat rise in his cheeks, “I’m not a ruddy kid you know! I could take care of myself!”
“I might’ve reconsidered if I ‘ad known ‘is CO was making eyes at ‘im. So it’s true that you’re fucking my brother?” She asked straight-faced.
Hogan cringed at the harsh description and fought hard to maintain eye contact with the fierce little woman, “Unfortunately it’s true.”
“And you love ‘im?”
“Yes ma’am”
Hogan thought that that question meant things were going ok. And he almost sighed with relief until he saw the fist flying at his face.
Newkirk watched stunned as Hogan stumbled away from Mavis. He went to go to his lover’s side but Hogan held up a hand to tell him to stay where he was. He was willing to accept all the blame if it meant there was a chance Mavis didn’t reject Newkirk.
“I think I earned that” Hogan said cringing as he lifted a hand to his split lip and it came away bloody.
“Damn right!” Mavis yelled, “That was for screwing my big brother. And in a POW camp! What the ‘ell were you thinking? What if someone ‘ad caught you? Like it wasn’t dangerous enough going around blowin’ stuff up. Didn’t you think about ‘im at all? If the krouts ‘ad caught you ‘e would’ve been killed and if ‘is mates ‘ad caught you ‘e would’ve been crushed, not to mention had the living daylights beat outta ‘im! You must be bloody daft! Either that or you don’t give a damn about ‘im at all!”
Hogan cringed. Just how much did this woman know? But her words hit too close to the truth. He had endangered Newkirk tremendously and he knew it. He felt guilty everyday for destroying Newkirk’s chances of a normal, safe life but he just couldn’t stay away from him.
“You’re right” he mumbled, his eyes on the floor and his heart sinking. Newkirk was shocked at the dismay on Hogan’s face and opened his mouth to contradict him but was cut off by Mavis punching Hogan again. He stumbled again this time tripping over his own feet and falling on his ass looking up at Mavis in bewilderment blood dribbling from his nose.
“Mavis!” Newkirk yelled shocked and knelt by his lover turning Hogan’s face to examine the damage.
“And that...” both men looked up at her “was for saying ‘unfortunately’, if you’re with a Newkirk you’d better be damn proud understand?” Hogan nodded stunned and took the hand she offered him. Mavis pulled Hogan up and into a tight embrace, “Welcome to the family Robert” she said smiling. She turned to her completely shocked brother “Now ‘ow bout that coffee?”
Hogan sat next to Newkirk around the small table in the flat’s kitchen. “Peter it’s fine it stopped” he swatted away the hand that was holding a handkerchief to his nosebleed.
“You’ve got a good ” Hogan said to Mavis who smirked. “Well Pete was always the covert one. But sneaking and stealing doesn’t always work. One of us ‘ad to be ready for confrontations.” Hogan laughed as Newkirk blushed.
“So ‘ow long?”
“Pardon?”
“Ow long ‘ave you been screwing my brother?” Mavis watched the two over her coffee cup.
Hogan fumbled and Newkirk glared at his sister, “I wish you would stop that. I mean it’s none of your bloody business!”
“What I’m curious. Fine I won’t be crude. ‘ow bout this, ‘ow’d you two get together. How’d it ‘appen?”
Newkirk opened his mouth but was cut off by Hogan. “It was Christmas, last year. It had snowed and all the guys were out having a snowball fight. I thought it was great because they’d all been depressed about being away from their families”
Hogan was standing by the barracks laughing watching as his men laughed and chased each other like children. He didn’t join in though. He was content to watch.
“Stop acting like a ruddy officer” Hogan turned his head just in time to get a face-full of snow. He spluttered and saw Newkirk with a cheeky grin on his face give him a wave before running off. Hogan smiled grabbed a handful of snow and gave chase. As he caught up he was laughing and panting. He hurled the snowball and it glanced of Newkirk’s shoulder. He grabbed at the end of Newkirk’s RAF jacket and they tumbled together onto the ground. Hogan was lying on top of Newkirk pinning both his arms either side of his head, staring down into bright blue eyes. They were both panting, their breath visible in the chill air. Hogan leaned closer lost in the moment. “You caught me guv’” Newkirk whispered breathlessly. Hogan was millimetres from Newkirk’s lips feeling his hot breath on his face when he caught himself. He rolled off the Englishman and glanced around; glad no one had been watching. Newkirk propped himself up on his elbow and watched the Colonel rush towards the barracks. ‘Great’, Newkirk thought as he got up and brushed the snow off ‘I ruddy blew it now; I bet he thinks I’m a freak.’ He left his laughing friends and entered the barracks. He found Hogan pacing in his office. “Colonel?” he ventured softly.
Hogan started and glanced at the younger man with apprehension and worry in his eyes. Newkirk’s heart sank. He turned to leave thinking about how he’d lost a friend and wondering how far he could make it if he headed for the emergency tunnel. Hogan grabbed his arm and stared at him with an intense and fearful expression that Newkirk found strangely endearing. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me it won’t...” Hogan was cut off by a soft press of lips on his. Newkirk backed away looking stunned at his own actions but Hogan pulled him in and returned the kiss passionately.
“It just kind of... happened” Hogan finished lamely unsure if it was really proper to tell his lover’s slightly frightening sister that he had come close to ravishing him on the ground in the middle of a compound.
“That’s a lame story” Mavis said
Newkirk rolled his eyes “There’s obviously details he’s not telling you”
Mavis nodded “like how you two shagged senseless right?” she laughed as Hogan choked on his coffee.
Hogan was in Newkirk’s room shedding the borrowed shirt. “You have one odd sister Peter” he shook his head.
Newkirk laughed “You don’t know the half of it mate”.