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Hogan sat across from Klink on the couch, chess board set on the table between them. After the commandos got out with the film, he had the rest of the day for himself. Hogan decided to make good on his promise to play chess with Klink. That's how he found himself staring at the man across from him, waiting for him to make a move.
Klink scowled at the board. He reached his hand out to grab a piece, then quickly jerked his hand back before he touched it.
“Any time now, colonel,” Hogan said, leaning back on the couch, adjusting his leg to put his ankle on his knee. Klink grumbled a bit to himself, then finally grabbed his rook. He moved it forward a few spaces, sacrificing it to take Hogan's knight. As expected, Hogan moved his queen to take the rook, checking Klink in the process.
“Check, Colonel,” Hogan said, he studied the face of the man across from him, he looked surprised, the other leaned forward slightly, and studied the board. Klink grimaced and hesitantly moved his king a space to the right, getting it out of check.
Hogan moved his bishop, putting Klink right back into check. Klink bit at his knuckle and wrinkled his nose, surveying his pieces. He should've noticed the bishop, the game was gonna be over after Hogan's next move. He moved his king again, knowing full well that Hogan was about to win. Hogan moved his queen, and that was it.
“Check and mate!” Hogan said, grinning, “Good game, colonel. Care for a celebratory drink?”
Without waiting for a reply, Hogan got up and walked over to the tray that Klink kept his schnapps on. He picked it up and brought it over to the couch. Sitting next to Klink, he poured them each a glass. Klink took it, and they sat together in a comfortable silence. Hogan leaned into Klink's side, each sipping on his own drink. Eventually, Klink broke the silence.
“I let you win,” Klink joked, putting his arm around Hogan, letting him lean closer into his side.
“Suuuure you did,” Hogan said, downing the rest of his drink. He sat up, Klink's arm falling down his back, and refilled each of their glasses. He picked up Klink's arm, settled back into his side and put Klink's arm right back where it was, across his chest.
“Might I ask why you wanted me to grant Schultz leave for this evening?” Klink asked. He'd already granted it, and Schultz had already gone and was gonna be back within the hour, he was just curious.
“It's a rotten war, Klink! The only thing keeping us going is the entertainment we make for ourselves. Old Schultzy got himself a date!” Hogan said, wearing his usual mischievous grin. He drained his glass.
“A date? Who would go on a date with that dummkopf?” Klink huffed, “Even he has better luck with the Frauleins than I do,”
Hogan huffed a little bit at that, amused. Fraulein, ha!
“Does our love mean nothing to you?” Hogan sighed dramatically, draping himself across Klink's lap, using the change in position to grab the bottle and fill his glass again.
“It means the world, but people are bound to get suspicious, and if they find out then…” he trailed off, “How many glasses have you had?”
“Three,” Hogan said, downing his third glass and reaching to fill it again. Klink snatched the bottle.
“Don't you think you've had enough? We don't want you tipsy at roll call, unless you have a way to explain that to your men?” Klink looked down at Hogan, still laying across his thighs. Hogan propped himself up and bit on his elbows, bringing his face only a breath's width from Klink's.
“I could think of something,” Hogan slid the bottle out of Klink's hand and set it back on the tray. He sat up fully, and straddled Klink's thighs,
“What do you say we pick this up after roll call?”
“Do you wanna lose again so soon?” Klink teased.
“If I recall, I won,” Hogan grabbed the other's chin and tilted his head up, so he was staring him straight on. He hopped off of Klink, “One more drink?”
Klink took Hogan's glass and refilled it but instead of giving it back, Klink drank it himself and finished off the remainder of his own glass. Hogan clicked his tongue and turned to leave the building.
Before he got far, he snatched the bottle of schnapps off of the tray and booked it for the door. He heard Klink get up and chase after him, shouting something in German. He laughed as he ran out the door of the living quarters and into Klink's office.
“Hogaaannnnnn,” Klink complained.
“All right, all right, I'll give it back, but I'll be back later for our next game of chess,” Hogan smiled and handed the bottle to Klink. He marched out the Kommandantur and back to his barracks.
Unsurprisingly, the men had begun a game of cards. Newkirk had begun a new round and offered to let him join, but he declined, choosing to watch them play instead. He leaned against the bed frame and glanced at his watch.
It was an hour till night time role call, LeBeau and Schultz should be back in about half an hour. Newkirk looked over and saw Hogan looking at the time.
“How do you think it's going for em’?” Newkirk asked, shuffling the cards.
“Good, I hope. It still makes me nervous when anyone leaves the compound, mission or not,” Hogan looked over at the false bed. This was gonna be a long half hour.
“I don't like the idea of LeBeau going off into town with that kraut. What'd ol’ Schultzy want with LeBeau anyways?” Newkirk said, dealing out the first hand, “You sure you don't want in?”
“I'm alright, and that's for LeBeau to tell you,” Hogan said, shaking his head. He crossed his arms and watched.
LeBeau was late. It was fifteen minutes till roll call and he was supposed to be back fifteen minutes ago. Hogan paced back and forth between the bunk beds.
“Sit down, gov'ner, you're gonna wear a hole in the ruddy floor,” Newkirk said from his spot at the table.
Finally, the false bed opened up and a content looking LeBeau climbed up, already in his regular uniform, with his bag of groceries.
“Well, well, well, look who finally decided to show up,” Hogan joked, crossing his arms and leaning against one of the bunks, “Did you have a good time?”
“Any pretty Frauleins?” Newkirk asked, leaning in towards LeBeau.
“Oui, I had a good time. As for the Frauleins, some, but none that caught my interest, I was busy with… other things,” He walked towards his locker, humming happily and put the few things he got away. Hogan moved to meet him at the locker.
“Still didn't answer why you were late,” Hogan said, leaning against the adjacent locker.
“We were keeping an eye on the time and left when we were supposed to, but it took longer than anticipated to get back inside camp, there were krauts hanging around the emergency tunnel entrance,”
“What'd ol’ Schultzy want with you anyhow? Wanted your help to talk to a pretty lady?” Newkirk asked, still wanting to know, he seemed, almost jealous? Huh.
“Ehhh, something like that,” LeBeau said sheepishly, closing his locker. He sat down at the table next to Newkirk and across from Carter. Hogan followed and sat next to Kinch, across from them.
Lebeau told them about the grocery store, and the bar, it sounded like a pretty standard grocery run and Hogan suspected he may have left out a few details. He probably just didn't want the others to know, not knowing where their options stand about... that sort of thing. LeBeau was just finishing around when Hogan's watch told him that the last roll call of the night should begin soon.
“Roll call! Everybody, raus, raus, raus, raus, raus!” Right on schedule. They heard Schultz before they saw him. He opened the door, and started walking up the few prisoners who were sleeping in their bunks already, “Out! Everybody raus!”
“We're all here, been here every minute! Can't we just turn the lights out and go to bed?” Newkirk complained, gathering up the cards and putting them in the box.
“Why must you always fight me?” Schultz complained, “The Kommandant wants everyone lined up for roll calls! Puh-lease, Newkirk, just go outside,”
“You heard the man, let's get this over with so we can all get some shut-eye,” Hogan finished the fight and started herding everyone out the door.
The night air was cool and there was a light breeze, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It didn't take them long to fall into formation, and Schultz began counting. When he passed LeBeau, he patted him on the head. Newkirk glared at Schultz and began shouting other numbers to try and mess him up, but other than that, roll call was uneventful.
“Report!” Klink shouted from the steps of the Kommandanture, heading towards them, right on cue.
“All present and accounted for, Herr Kommandant!” Schultz said, saluting.
“Good, as you all know, no one ever escapes stalag 13, so don't even try,” Klink said, repeating his usual nightly script, “Hogan, I'd like to see you in my office, the rest of you, dismissed!”
With that, he turned sharply on his heel and returned to the Kommandantur.
“You heard the man, don't wait up for me,” Hogan said, walking backwards a few steps so he could face his men while he talked. He turned back towards the Kammandantur, and followed Klink inside.
“Ready to lose again, Kommandant?” Hogan asked, setting up the chess board. They were in Klink's living quarters, Klink sat across from Hogan on the sofa.
“Hogaannnnnn,” Klink complained, he grabbed the bottle of schnapps from the tray on the table, still in the same place from their game earlier, and poured himself a drink. He downed it quickly, and poured himself another.
Hogan walked around the table and stopping in front of Klink. He tilted Klink's chin up to make the other look at him.
“Aren't you gonna pour me a glass?” He teased, looking down at Klink. Klink stood up, forcing Hogan to take a step back. Hogan grinned, this was gonna be a fun night. Klink stared at Hogan, as he drank the rest of his drink and set the glass down on the table.
“The silent treatment, huh? Well the Geneva Convention states that I can stand here and make a list of compla-” Hogan was silenced by a kiss from Klink. It was all teeth and tongue. He could still taste the schnapps, it was sweet and fruity.
While Hogan was distracted, Klink turned them so the American was against the couch. He broke the kiss and pushed Hogan down.
“You talk too much,” Klink said, out of breath.
“You sure know how to shut me up,” Hogan said, a bit dazed. He looked up at Klink. He watched the German undo his tie and take off his monocle, placing both on the side table.
“Let's see if that mouth is good for something other than complaining,” Klink put a knee between Hogan's legs, and leaned forward.
The kiss started off gentler than the last. Less urgency, but Hogan wanted it a bit rougher. He pulled Klink down a bit, forcing both of his arms to brace on the cushion behind Hogan's head. Klink broke away just long enough to breathe.
“To the bedroom?” Hogan used the break to ask. Klink nodded, yanking Hogan in that direction,
“Someone's eager,”
“Hogaaannnnnn,” Klink complained. He shut the door and pushed Hogan towards the bed.
Hogan laid snuggled into Klink's chest. He knew he had to get up and get back into the barracks, if he stayed too long, the others might start asking questions. Oh how he wished he could stay the night, just once.
Klink ran his fingers through Hogan's hair, straightening it out.
“As much as I'd like for you to stay the night,” Klink started. Hogan buried his face in Klink's shoulder.
“Yeah, I know, I know,” Hogan sighed. He got up from the warmth of the Kommandant, from the warmth of the blankets, from the warmth of the bed and looked around the cold room for his cold clothes.
He found them on the ground by the foot of the bed. He sighed and put them on. He walked over to the head of the bed, and kissed Klink, who had already dozed off, goodnight, and walked out the door.
The night had cooled off since roll call or maybe Klink was just warm. Either way, it was cold. The night sky was clear. There was a guard outside Klink's office, like usual, and he walked Hogan back to his barracks before returning to his post.
It was a bit warmer in the barracks. Hogan looked around at the dark forms. Kinch's bunk looked empty, it was likely his shift on the radio. LeBeau and Newkirk were sound asleep on their beds. Newkirk had a leg dangling off the side of his bed. Hogan grabbed it and gently put it back on the mattress and under the blanket.
Carter was still awake though. He stood up and followed Hogan into his room. Hogan clicked on the desk lamp and began getting ready for bed. He opened his locker, Carter standing behind him.
“What do you need?” Hogan said gently, unzipping his bomber jacket, he shivered and hung his coat in his locker.
“I can't sleep,” Carter tugged at his sleeve, “What does Klink want with you?”
Hogan turned and looked at him, he considered that for a second.
“Just had a few questions, making sure things are in order and that we don't try any funny business during the night,”
“But it seems like he does that every other night! It's not very nice of him to harass you, even if we are prisoners,” Carter looked concerned, Hogan realized what was going on. His face softened and he laughed quietly to himself.
“It's alright Carter, he's not doing anything I can't handle," he ruffled Carter's hair, "let's get you to bed,” Hogan took a step towards the door.
“Could I, uh, maybe, possibly, if its alright with you, sleep in here with you tonight?” Carter asked, pointing at Hogan's lower bunk, “If it's alright with you,”
“Its all yours,” Hogan said, he turned the desk lamp off and kicked off his shoes, setting them in their place, by the bunk. He climbed up into the top bunk.
“Goodnight colonel,” Carter said from the bottom bunk.
“Goodnight Carter, wake me if you need me,” Hogan replied. He buried himself in the thin blanket, trying to get warm. They had nothing planned for tomorrow yet, so hopefully they can have a moment of peace. Hogan rolled over and went to sleep.