Title: In Seoul
Author: Lisa M
Pairing: BJ/Hawkeye
Rating: Major
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own anything. Don't sue … no money.
Archive: Anywhere, just let me know.
Feedback: Would be appreciated - good or bad.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: For the 10-min. fic challenge prompts of 'the one thing' and 'the difference'.

A/N: Wrote this today … in under 10 minutes. Just meh about it.

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The one thing about Seoul … it was away from there. From camp.

In Seoul, there was no need to worry.

No prying eyes that could see things that shouldn't be seen.

Clothes discarded quickly and without concern. One man wrapped around another - their hands tracing patterns over backs and thighs and chests; massaging tight muscles until they became soft and supple. Fingers twining into hair. Bodies pressed together as lips moved against lips with unparalleled hunger.

Mouths traveling across sweat-dampened skin until coming to a rest at the solidness of man; then sliding along its length, coating the silken flesh with a layer of slick saliva. One man moving into the other with abandon until their backs arched gracefully into bows. Collapsing as one, spent an sated, onto the bed.

There were no snooping ears that could hear things that shouldn't be heard.

Simple statements of love and adoration. Tender declarations of mutual affection and admiration. The soft, comfortable inhales and exhales of breath that grew slowly into the sharp sounds of passion.

The creaking of a bed. Throaty moans of desire. Names cried out into the ether, first echoing then fading into breathy sighs of pleasure and release.

They were able to take their time in Seoul. They could enjoy each other to the fullest here. There was no reason to rush. There would be no one banging on the door to the supply room. There would be no roommate storming into the Swamp.

No.

Seoul was a place where things weren't hurried and frantic. Urges did not have to be ignored. Screams would not be silenced.

BJ turned his head and brushed a kiss over Hawkeye's hair. The older doctor stirred in his sleep and BJ pulled him tighter, relishing the feel of his friend's warm skin pressed against his own. He closed his eyes and smiled.

Yes, both of these places were in Korea - Seoul and the 4077th. But, in reality, they couldn't be further apart. There, they faced death and blood and suffering. Here was bliss. BJ was happy. Hawkeye was happy. They were happy. And that single fact was what made the difference.

The End