This is only the second lemon I've ever written, so please cut me a little slack.

The passed few weeks had been absolute torture in the canyon. The heat had always made them a little snappy from time to time but this was something else entirely, Grif could tell because Simmons had just stormed off after yelling at Sarge about what a terrible leader it was. Yup. Something was definitely fucked up. Of course, it could be the fact that only a few weeks ago they had gotten stuck in this place yet again and there was no way out as far as they could see, that was pretty frustrating, but then again it could also be the fact that Sarge had just made it so they had to share a room to make room for Donut, who was tired of sleeping in the closet. Grif decided on the second one. What confirmed Simmons asshatness was when Grif went down at night, or whatever classified as night in this hellhole.

Simmons was passing back and forth and hadn't put a shirt on yet, which wasn't right. Simmons was insecure so he always dressed quickly so there wasn't a chance of Grif seeing him without a shirt and/or pants on. But when Grif walked in Simmons didn't do anything, he just kept pacing with his shirt in his hand with his brows knit together. He wasn't mumbling, he was just kinda pacing angrily. Grif rolled his eyes. Simmons's main problem was that he never relaxed, in any way. Grif swore he didn't even really get any rest when he slept. Grif shook his head with a sigh. That was going to have to be fixed. Of course, Grif couldn't suggest anything that Simmons would listen too, and in this state he might just yell at Grif outright and get it all over with. So, time for plan B.

Grif walked over to his bed and pulled a box out from under it, taking a roll of duct tape out. He pulled out a strip and kicked the box back under his bed. He turned to look at Simmons, who was still pacing like an idiot, and rolled his eyes. What a prick. Grif walked over and grabbed him by the shoulder, spinning him around to face him. Simmons opened his mouth to speak but only a mumble came out passed the duct tape. Simmons glared and Grif ignored him. Grif put a hand over Simmons' chest and shoved him forward. Simmons tried to pushed passed Grif but, despite having extra weight, Grif was stronger than Simmons was and easily shoved him forward so he fell back onto his bunk.

Simmons moved to get up, eyes going wide when Grif pinned him down. Grif ignored Simmons pointed look that contained fear and a question and bit down on his neck. Simmons let out a startled squeak from behind the duct tape and shivered when Grif ran a hand along his stomach. Well, it was a good thing he hadn't put his shirt on yet. Made things a lot easier. Grif sucked on the skin on Simmons' neck while his left hand undid his pants. Simmons squirmed under him, hands pushing halfheartedly against his chest as he whimpered. Grif got Simmons' pants undone and slipped them off, his squirming made it a bit difficult but he managed.

Grif reached down and put pressure on the bulge forming under Simmons' boxers, making him groan and shudder. Grif noticed that Simmons had stopped squirming like he wanted out, his hands no longer really pushing up against Grif chest for escape. Good, that made it whole lot easier. Grif spilled Simmons' boxers off with much more ease than his pants and tossed it away. Simmons shivered but Grif elected to ignore it as his hand ran along his stomach again. Grif kissed downwards from Simmons' neck, biting lightly here and there. Simmons squirmed but this was more in anticipation than discomfort. Grif ran his tongue over Simmons' nipple and got a throaty groan in return. Grif used his hand to tweak the other as his other hand ran down.

Simmons let out a loud moan from behind the tape and his back arched when Grif grabbed his member, rubbing a thumb over the tip. Grif started to move his hand and Simmons' entire body shuddered at the sensations running through it, another moan came from him and Simmons squeezed his eyes shut. Grif ran his teeth over Simmons' side and got a shiver as a response. Grif made sure to keep his hand moving as he kissed over Simmons' chest, taking note that he had a salty taste. Grif licked over his collarbone and Simmons bit his lip under the tape, nails digging into Grif's chest through his shirt. Grif sped up his hand and Simmons let out a soft whimper, gripping tightly to Grif's shirt.

Grif bit down on his collarbone and felt Simmons squirm a little as his muscles tensed. Grif noted that Simmons didn't have a lot of stamina, he could already feel his stomach clenching under him. He moved his hand faster and Simmons groaned, throwing his head back. Grif moved his head up and bit down on his neck again, smirking when Simmons squeaked in surprise, the squeak turned into a whimper and Simmons held tight to Grif's shirt, his head leaning forward now as Grif licked his collarbone again. Simmons made a noise that was something between a word and a moan and Grif gave one final squeeze, watching Simmons throw his head back and give out one last moan at the feeling as he released.

Simmons body shuddered and Grif watched the tension practically melt out of him, his hands releasing Grif's shirt and lying on his own chest. His eyes closed and he let out a sort of sigh through his nose. That went exactly as planned. Grif smiled softly and softly kissed Simmons' neck, licking here and there but resisting the urge to bite, that time was over. At least, for now. Simmons leaned his head back a bit for him, breathing unevenly. Grif reached a hand up and took the tape off, letting Simmons take in deep breaths through his mouth. He tossed the tape away and continued to kiss Simmons' neck, going across the expansion of skin gently.

"Better?" Grif murmured gently. Simmons gave a soft nod and a lazy, hummed reply. "Good." Grif gave one last kiss near Simmons' ear and pulled back, looking down at Simmons. His eyes were still closed, his muscles still relaxed and he had a lazy smile that put Grif's to shame. Much better. "Rest. You need it." Grif got off and covered Simmons, who curled up under the blankets and Grif turned the lights off, going to bed himself.

And that's a wrap~

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