Another random idea I had. It's short, I know. Enjoy
Grif leaned up against the wall in the cave, his eyes closed as his head leaned back against the rocky wall. Sarge had been more annoying than usually so he decided to hide away and catch some shuteye before he had to deal with red team's shit for the rest of the day. He heard footsteps and Grif cursed inside his head, praying that it would be Caboose or Doc of all people, perhaps he could convince them to leave him alone. The footsteps stopped a few feet away and the person shifted, almost nervously, and Grif resisted the urge to look at them. GRif looked over to see Simmons standing there, staring at the ground in thought. Grif yelped as he was shoved up against the wall.
"Simmons, what the he-" Grif was cut off, however, as Simmons pushed his lips up against his own. Grif stared wide eyed at the man before him as Simmons lips slowly moved against his own. The moment Grif started to get over his shock Simmons was pulling away, but Grif stopped him with an hand on the back of his neck, forcing him closer. Simmons gasped a bit in surprise at the action as Grif's hand tightened around the small bit of hair it found there. Simmons relaxed and leaned towards Grif, licking his lips gently in a request for entrance and got it in a heartbeat.
"Simmons, Grif, get your asses over here!" Grif and Simmons parted and the orange soldier watched as the other man put his helmet on and walked away. Grif grabbed his own helmet and went after him. He put his own helmet on to hide the bit of blush that had worked itself up. That had been a very interesting break indeed.
And that's a wrap.
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Perla: And may it be the best day ever, of all time