As soon as they were in the base, both were greeted with the smell of peppermint, chocolate, and gingerbread. "It seems that Donut has been busy while we were gone." Simmons stated as they saw all the decorations around the hallways. Looking into the Rec-room, they saw Sarge sitting on the couch watching the Game and a fully decorated Christmas tree with a few large, neatly wrapped presents.

"How'd tha patrolling go? Any Blue's try to kill a certain orange soldier?" Sarge asked, pulling the candy-cane from his mouth. "No, not this time Sir." Simmons could've sworn he herd Grif mumble 'Kiss-ass'. Both went to their rooms and changed out of their Mjolnir armor and into more casual attires. Grif went into the kitchen to check up on Donut, since he herd him scream. "Donut? You okay?"

Donut was sucking on his thumb. "Y-yeah, just burnt my finger pulling the cookies out of the oven." Grif's ears perked up when he herd the word 'cookies'. "What kin'd did you make?" Donut was running cold water on his hand. "Gingerbread. I remember you saying you liked them. And since it's Christmas time, I did something for everybody." Donut pointed to some mugs with hot chocolate in them along with a candy-cane sticking out of them.

"What about you?" Grif asked, uninterested. "Uhh... Oh yeah! I get to choose which movie we watch!" Grif nodded and walked into the rec-room again, seeing Simmons sitting on the floor infront of the couch, blanket wrapped around his shoulders; Grif decided to sit next to him. Not but a few minutes after he did, Donut walked into the room, Mugs and a plate of cookies in hand. "Here ya' go, guys!" He casually set the plate on the coffee-table and gave everyone a mug.

"The year without Santa Claus it is!" Donut stole the remote from Sarge's hand and changed the channel. The night went off pretty good... Well, it could have gone better if Sarge would have stopped poking Grif with his sharpened candy-cane, or if he hadn't falled asleep halfway through the movie and was snoring in Simmons and Grif's ears, or even if Donut wasn't singing along with every single song. But during the movie, Simmons had gotten a bit uncomfortable and ended up sharing his blanket with Grif.

Pretty soon, Donut jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Leaving the two awake reds alone. They both remembered when they had a silence like this, almost. Grif looked away from the T.V, as he tried to hide the small blush that was threating to hit his face. Simmons scooted a bit closer to him, setting his hand on the ground next to his. Grif looked back, not seeming to care anymore. 'What's up with me?' He thought, but he looked at Simmons, who was trying to pay attention to the movie.

'The little faker.' Grif laughed. He didn't know what was urging him, but something was making his hand move closer to Simmons'. Soon his hand grazed over the other reds. Catching his attention, Simmons looked down. The small touch set him off. 'Damnit...' He cursed to himself as Grif took hold of his hand. Simmons looked at his comrade, but when he did, he was greeted with the others lips on his.

They parted just in time, Donut ran back into the room and jumped over them onto the couch. "I didn't miss 'Here comes Santa Claus' did I?" Donut asked, worried that he missed his favorite song. "No, Donut." Grif said. The movie was finally over and Donut went to his bedroom, Simmons had his head laying on Grif's shoulder, halfway asleep. "C'mon, let's hit the hay." Grif stood up, holding a hand out for Simmons. They left the room, leaving Sarge to sleep in his very uncomfortable position; butt up and face in the cushions.

They got halfway down the hallway before they noticed that they haven't let go of the others hands; but they really didn't want to. "Simmons, you know how I said me and Sis would fall asleep together, right?" Simmons nodded. "I feel like doing that again. But she's over at the Blue's base, so... Would you mind?" Grif asked. "S-sure, I don't mind." They walked into Grif's room. Simmons noted that it was tidier than he thought it would be.

Simmons walked over and sat on Grif's slightly messy bed, as Grif pulled his shirt off. "What are you doing?" Simmons asked, covering his eyes. "I don't sleep with a shirt on. It's uncomfortable." Grif sat on the other side of the bed. "And like it matters. Were both guys." He layed down, pulling his orange blanket over him. Simmons nodded and threw his off. They both began to remember their old Christmas times back on Earth. Both always fell asleep with their sibling after the long day of fighting over who gets what.

Simmons threw the blanket over his body and got comfortable. Grif moved a bit closer to him and wrapped an arm around his waist. Grif planted a small kiss on his lips. But it turned into a bit more as it escalated. The night seemed to move by in a pleasurable blur for both Reds. It was soon over.

Grif kissed Simmons again as he cuddled up next to him. He looked over at the clock. '12:06?' He chuckled and kissed Simmons' forehead. "Merry Christmas, Dick." Simmons smiled. "Merry Christmas, Dex." They soon fell into a blissful sleep in each others arms.

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Like it? Well then, press that purple button and tell me what you thought. Oh, I also might do a sequel to this Fic and might even type up another one called 'A Blue Christmas'. But I'd need couple ideas. Polling for these couples: ChruchCaboose, ChurchTucker, or CabooseTucker. No ChruchTex. -