So this was sparked by a tumblr post I came across. Incorrectsealteamcbs made this one:
Metal: Bro, if you have a crush on me please shoot your shot, you literally have no competition, I'm rooting for you even.

To which someone reblogged and wondered if it was just Metal calling EVERYONE 'bro', regardless of gender… -Or if he swings both ways.

-And then my brain…
*Sigh*

"Don't you dare die on me, you jackass!" Trent growled as he shoved gauze down a gunshot wound near Metal's left collar bone. He couldn't know how bad it was, and Metal being unconscious didn't help him at all. Or, it helped him a little, he didn't fight against Trent's hands packing his wound with as much gauze it would allow.

He wasn't even sure of the reason Metal was unconscious. Was it blood loss, was it the bullet which had made a dent in his helmet? Some other reason he hadn't noticed yet?

Satisfied he couldn't get any more damn gauze into the wound, he focused on the rest of Metal.

The man was breathing better than he thought he had a right to with that hole in the front of his shoulder. He ran through his ABC's as well as he could while they were barely shielded from heavy fire.

Everything he could judge from just touching, watching and listening irked him to get his hopes up. But he knew there was so much more which would be hidden to him when adrenaline was rushing through his system. Blood pressure and sats could be spiraling the drain, but that usually left some clues on the outside as well. Cold, clammy skin, blue tinted fingertips, lips and gums, difference in breathing. It had to show up somewhere. He didn't see it. Was it because he was distracted? By the bullets flying overhead? By Full Metal?

He checked Metal's pupils. They were of equal size and contracted once light hit them.

"Metal!" Trent rubbed his knuckles against Full Metal's sternum, then he lowered his voice, "Scott, you know I can't live without you…"

Through all the loud noise he heard it, a low and pained groan.

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At first he didn't understand much, then he reached up with the arm which didn't feel like it had an electric pole jammed through near his shoulder and placed it on Trent's shoulder. Not pushing away, but not pulling him closer either.

Trent jerked back, like someone had poked him with something red-hot.

"Thought I lost you." Trent spoke barely above a whisper as he pulled away an inch.

"You kissed me…"

Trent looked away, unable to meet Metal's eyes.

"I didn't say I didn't like it." Metal smirked a little.

"Yeah?"

"Bro…" he would have been surprised if his grin didn't go all the way around, "If you have a crush on me; please shoot your shot, you literally have no competition, I'm rooting for you even."

Trent leaned down another time, kissing him another time.

Metal reached up with his uninjured arm, pulling Trent closer. He could feel Trent smile against his lips, he smiled as well.

"Shit… We can't do this…" Trent grimaced when he pulled away.

Metal shrugged his uninjured shoulder a bit, "Hey, don't ask, don't tell…"

"And how do you think we would be able to keep it secret from the team?"

Metal let his head fall back while thinking for a few seconds, "I could join a different team. We could play relationship on our free time."

"Free time?" Trent chuckled, "Did you just go through BUDs or something? What free time are you talking about?"

Metal chuckled, then reached for his injured shoulder and groaned.

"Hey now… Take it easy…" Trent frowned and rubbed Metal's side, "Easy."

"We're SEALs. We don't do easy."