#trappertuesday

Some Trapper for your Tuesday!

I updated just in time for Trapper Tuesday! 

It’s not the epilogue I had planned. This story has a mind of its own but here is the next instalment anyways. More to come. 

Hawkeye finally makes his way back to Crabapple Cove. 

Chapter is rated PG-13, Story is NC-17. Slash, Hawk/Trap.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15372672/chapters/37034889

The reason why this is a great photo of Hawkeye and Trapper is that these are the exact faces they would be making if you walked in on them having sex. 

"What the hell are those?" Hawkeye asked looking with a shocked expression on his face at Trapper who was wearing a rather odd looking pair of underwear. "They were a birthday present from my wife." Trapper said, turning in a slow circle showing off the civilian underwear he'd gotten in mail call. They were blue boxers, a bit on the tight side but not too terribly so. "What do you think?" "I think they're a damn sight better than your pinstripe suit. But why blue?" Hawkeye asked. "No idea." Trapper answered, pulling his pants on. "She probably just liked the color." "If you could mix that color with your robe you'd get somewhere near the color of our uniforms." Hawkeye joked. Trapper just rolled his eyes.

A few days later-

"Dammit. What in the world.. How the hell..." Trapper muttered, Hawkeye could hear him muttering as he entered the shower tent. "What's up?" "Any idea how to get dye off human skin?" Trapper said shutting the water off and wrapping his towel around his waist. "Um...I figure soap and water. Why? How'd you get dye on yourself?" Hawkeye said, trying to keep from smirking as he looked his bunkmate over for telltale signs of dye. Given the recent gift he was fairly certain he knew what region wound up dyed. "I tried that." Trapper grumped. "It didn't help much." "So you've literally got blue balls?" Hawkeye joked "It's not funny Hawk. I can't get this stuff off." Trapper mumbled, almost whining. "I'll be right back." Hawkeye said and headed for the supply tent. He came back with rubbing alcohol. "Try this." He said handing him the bottle. "Thanks." Trapper said, opening the bottle and sitting down in the floor to try it. "Ah, that's cold." Hawkeye started laughing when he saw just how much of Trapper had wound up blue. He felt bad for him at the same time. "It's workin' Hawk, some of this stuff's comin' off." Trapper said, wiping his leg. "Good. No need to go through the war all blue under the green." Trapper threw his towel at him.