For Want of a Flute
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Author: TrapperJayne
Title: For Want of a Flute
Pairing: Hawkeye/BJ
Table: Instruments
Prompt: Flute
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Summary: Hawkeye wins a bet and BJ can't help but speak his mind.
“Hey Beej!”
I looked up from Peg’s letter to see Hawkeye standing in the doorway. He held something in his hand.
“Remember that bet I made with Baker over her flute?” He said as he stood in front of me.
“The one where you said that if you could get fifteen dates in five days and play seven notes in chromatic order, you’d get her flute for a few months?”
“Yep,” He said energetically. To prove it, he brought the flute to his lips and played “Mary Had a Little Lamb”.
“I didn’t know you could play anything, let alone a flute,” I stated.
“Ma taught me.” He said proudly.
“Why a flute?” I asked.
“It’s different,” He said, sitting down on his cot. “Dad told me I should’ve stuck to singing.” Hawkeye looked thoughtful. “All the boys called me girly because of that instrument.” He grinned. “It got all the ladies though.”
“What grade were you in? Fifth?” I asked.
“Fourth, actually.”
Man. He was a womanizer before he even knew what that meant.
“Oh, I knew a lot of things back then,” He said, smirking.
“Did I just say that out loud or are you going all Radar on me?” I asked nervously. This wouldn’t be the first time this has happened.
“You asked me that the last time you said what you were thinking. And we all know where that went. Tsk, tsk, Hunnicutt. We must watch what we say around others.”
“Since when was calling you sexy a crime?”
“I never said I had anything against that.” Hawkeye stepped a little closer towards me. He started to play a very seductive song.
I gently took the flute out of his hands. He looked at me questionably. He realized what I was doing.
“You know, Chuckles’ is not going to be back from Post-OP for another hour and a half,” He said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows for emphasis. “You wouldn’t want to do anything, would you, Beej?”
I played along. “What do you have in mind, Hawk?”
Hawkeye came closer so that our noses were almost touching.
“Oh, I don’t know.” He flashed me one of his famous grins. “What about this?”
He leaned in closer and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. Oh how I loved those little moments we shared.
“Choppers!”
Until they’re interrupted by wounded of course.
“Looks like we’ll have to wait a few hours.” Hawkeye sounded disappointed.
“Maybe I can try my hand at playing your flute later?” He knew what I meant.
“Sure.” He gave me a wink.
We finished surgery and some other things that are a bit to explicit to go into. I was sitting on my cot thinking to myself. The thought popped into my head.
“You know, Hawk, I can play a mean saxophone.”
“You’ll have to show me later. I’m going to…” Hawkeye was fast asleep.
Ah, the joy a flute can bring.
Author: TrapperJayne
Title: For Want of a Flute
Pairing: Hawkeye/BJ
Table: Instruments
Prompt: Flute
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Summary: Hawkeye wins a bet and BJ can't help but speak his mind.
“Hey Beej!”
I looked up from Peg’s letter to see Hawkeye standing in the doorway. He held something in his hand.
“Remember that bet I made with Baker over her flute?” He said as he stood in front of me.
“The one where you said that if you could get fifteen dates in five days and play seven notes in chromatic order, you’d get her flute for a few months?”
“Yep,” He said energetically. To prove it, he brought the flute to his lips and played “Mary Had a Little Lamb”.
“I didn’t know you could play anything, let alone a flute,” I stated.
“Ma taught me.” He said proudly.
“Why a flute?” I asked.
“It’s different,” He said, sitting down on his cot. “Dad told me I should’ve stuck to singing.” Hawkeye looked thoughtful. “All the boys called me girly because of that instrument.” He grinned. “It got all the ladies though.”
“What grade were you in? Fifth?” I asked.
“Fourth, actually.”
Man. He was a womanizer before he even knew what that meant.
“Oh, I knew a lot of things back then,” He said, smirking.
“Did I just say that out loud or are you going all Radar on me?” I asked nervously. This wouldn’t be the first time this has happened.
“You asked me that the last time you said what you were thinking. And we all know where that went. Tsk, tsk, Hunnicutt. We must watch what we say around others.”
“Since when was calling you sexy a crime?”
“I never said I had anything against that.” Hawkeye stepped a little closer towards me. He started to play a very seductive song.
I gently took the flute out of his hands. He looked at me questionably. He realized what I was doing.
“You know, Chuckles’ is not going to be back from Post-OP for another hour and a half,” He said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows for emphasis. “You wouldn’t want to do anything, would you, Beej?”
I played along. “What do you have in mind, Hawk?”
Hawkeye came closer so that our noses were almost touching.
“Oh, I don’t know.” He flashed me one of his famous grins. “What about this?”
He leaned in closer and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. Oh how I loved those little moments we shared.
“Choppers!”
Until they’re interrupted by wounded of course.
“Looks like we’ll have to wait a few hours.” Hawkeye sounded disappointed.
“Maybe I can try my hand at playing your flute later?” He knew what I meant.
“Sure.” He gave me a wink.
We finished surgery and some other things that are a bit to explicit to go into. I was sitting on my cot thinking to myself. The thought popped into my head.
“You know, Hawk, I can play a mean saxophone.”
“You’ll have to show me later. I’m going to…” Hawkeye was fast asleep.
Ah, the joy a flute can bring.