Disclaimer: I don't own Halo or Red vs Blue. I am merely borrowing and manipulating the characters for my own sadis-I mean, personal plea-GAIN
Word Count 357
AN: A series of random little drabbles to prepare myself for my AU schoolboys fic featuring Grif/Simmons and Church/Tucker
::::::Insight::::::
::Grif/Simmons::
"Dude… what if we could fly?"
Simmons cracked an eye open to stare at his boyfriend with something akin to amazement and anxiety all mixed into one.
"Grif… are you feeling okay?" he asked, pushing himself out his reclined position on the grass and staring down at the other teen across from him. Grif cracked open a hazel eye lazily before screwing it shut again.
"Just never fuckin' mind, okay?" he muttered, obviously put off by Simmons' response. The young teen just smiled slightly and flicked a pebble at Grif's face, causing it to hit him square on the temple.
"No. You brought it up. Finish your train of thought Grif," he commanded gently, a smirk spreading over his face as Grif sighed and covered his face with his hands, obviously just minutes away from falling into a peaceful sleep.
"What if we could fly? You know, like… without the aid of jetpacks or planes or… other stuff. What if we could just fly over lakes and into the wild any time we wanted? Wouldn't that be the shit?"
Simmons stared at Grif for a moment, studying his boyfriend with careful sincerity that he never really used. After a while, Grif started shifting under his gaze and cracked an eye open to glare at Simmons.
"Why the fuck are you staring at me like that? Its annoying!" he finally snapped, pushing himself up to sit cross-legged in front of the other teen.
"You're really something, you know?" Simmons asked, chuckling slightly as he leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on Grif's lips before pulling back and pushing himself to his feet, extending a hand to help the other boy up. "Come on. If I don't get home before dark Sarge'll have a cow."
"More like he'll have a fuckin' tank," Grif muttered, but took Simmons' offered hand and pulled himself to his feet, sticking his hands in his pockets and trailing after his boyfriend.
Simmons, in the meantime, was smiling to himself at how he had finally seen one of those scarce moments where Grif had a sudden insight into something other than sex and cars.