My fist fic thats actually been published :) so happy :D Enjoy :)

"Grif stop it! You Bastard! Please!"

"Whats the matter? Can't handle me?"

"Stop..." There he laid, on his uncoordinated bed. The blankets and sheets were sprawled halfway on the floor while the other half struggling to hold on to the end of the bed. The bottom sheet barely fitted to the shape of the cot, as a result of the movement of their antics. Simmons was laying flat on his back, his knees pushed almost uncomfortably touching his chest. The back of his hand placed on his steaming forehead, him panting with idle lust. Grif hovered over him, breathing heavily. He was in Simmons, thrusting deeper until he said something that made him even more confused about the situation than he already was. A tear drop fell from the maroon marine's eye to his chin.

"Simmons, whats wrong?" looking more baffled than he possible could have.

"I can't do this anymore." He looked up at him with bloodshot eyes.

"W-what are you talking about?"

"Get off of me, and let me go."

He let out a low grown in the back of his throat. "Must we really stop now?"

"Please..." He begged again.

"Can't we just finish?" Leaning down to give him a slight nip on the marine's neck.

"Fuck stop!" He pleased once more, his thoughts starting to cloud. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as Grif pounded him. No, he had to stay focused. "OK STOP!" Pushing Grif's shoulders away from him."Dammit all you fucking care about is sex!"

"Am I suppose to care about anything else?" Cocking an eyebrow.

"Just let me go you fucktard !" He took Simmons' wrists in his hands, letting himself slowly out of the other, and backing away. He stood in front of the bed, staring at Simmons for a long while. Way to long. The Hawaiian took a long deep breath and sighed, then taking his discarded clothes and leaving with out a word. Richard hadn't moved or blinked since Grif stood there, just lost in thought.

I've known Grif for three years, but It only took two months to realize something crucial. Two months ago was Saint Patrick's Day, a time for drinking. This year our canyon scored on some celebration booze from command. Donut got Sarge drunk beforehand so he could convince him to have the blues over. Even though everyone was together, me and him still spent almost every minute of the party together, even afterwards. We were drunk, and what can I say, alcohol is apparently our weakness. We sort of... had sex, until that damn teal guy caught us. Thankfully, he was drunk. The next day was the most awkward between me and Grif. We both sort of knew what happened, but we couldn't figure out if it was a dream or something real. Neither of us had the balls to say shit about it. Two weeks of awkward silence and avoiding each other passed, until he broke the ice. In the end, we came up with some shitty idea that's got me stuck in the situation I am now. We just decided to have sex, with nothing to it. We weren't allowed to say anything about it to anyone. The only place we could speak about it was my bedroom. And he would only come here to get laid. A month in a half past since our decision, and that month and a half has been hell. The sex has been great but I just can't take being with him anymore,not like this. I fucking love that cockbite ok? Jesus! I'm such a fucking idiot...

Tears just poured from his eyes, as he sat there on his bed. The room was completely silent. It was like the silence was drowning him, it felt heavy. He hugged his legs and buried is his forehead in his knees. He grabbed the soiled blankets and covered them over him as he laid in his fetal position. "I'm so stupid..." He mumbled and he cried himself to sleep.

Grif took his place in the shower to wash all the sweat and impurities off his very essence. "Why Simmons... I don't understand. I..." His thoughts were cut off by a sudden click. He stood silent for a moment, listening for other movement. After a few minutes of heart racing anticipation, he decided to return to his shower, and his thoughts. Dexter sighed and let the cool water run through his hair and down his back. He let tears along with water pour down his face. The marine punched the wall with little force, not wanting to cause too much commotion with the pound. Pushing his hair from his red puffy eyes.

"What the hell is going on Simmons?" he shouted."Fuck! Anyone could have easily heard that who was in the hallway." The orange Spartan grabbed the knob and turned the water off. Then proceeding with drying off and getting dressed. He hoped he could get to his room without anyone noticing.

The brunette turned the handle and opened the door to the shower room, only to find Donut standing right in his way "Son of a bitch..." he mumbled. The pink private was ironically in silk pink pajamas. He wore a silk long sleeve button down shirt, with round ivory buttons complimenting white trim along the edges. There were also pants to match, but his feet were bare.

"I heard a noise, is everything alright?" The blonde was being totally obvious that he knew what was going on. He held his hands behind his back as he swayed back and forth smiling wildly.

"Yeah everything's fine Donut." He said flatly.

"Then why are you showering at 2am?" He stretched his arm across the door frame, leaning on it, while the other hand placed on his waist. Grif couldn't escape this time.

"I, uh, fell asleep without showering and I woke up and took one..." Swallowing hard. His heart ran like the hooves of a racehorse. "Why the hell is Donut being so pushy?"

"Hmm.." Donut licked his lips, using the hand on his hip to push his hair back. He stared at Grif with a provoking smirk on his face. "Then what was all that stuff about Simmons?"

"Just get the hell out of my way! I didn't say anything about Simmons!" Aggravated, Dexter pushed the blonde's arm and walked by him without a second thought.

"Oooookaaaaaay Mr. Lovestruck." Those words traveled all the way up Grif's spine and left rattling in his brain. He stopped dead in his tracks. The hazel-eyed man turned slower than a turtle with his draw dragging. "H-how do you know?"

The "light red" soldier walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. He had a ridiculous grin on his face. "You just told me."

His words hit him like a ton of bricks, he seriously wanted to die now. "How could I fall for a trick like that, and by DONUT?"

"Ok come on! His room and my room are right next to each other, I could sometimes hear you guys. And he also screams "Grif". It's not that hard to figure out." Donut started to walk away, but stopped to add one more thing. "If you ever want a threesome just call."

"Wait... What was that?" "Nothing!" He giggled then skipped into his room, shutting the door behind him. Grif was alone in the hallway, completely speechless.

"Fuck..."