Simmons is in love and awkward with showing it, but Grif doesn't really mind.


Pairings Beyond Grimmons:

~Background Carwash

~Background Locnut

Other Notes for This Story:

~Set some undefined time after the events of Season 16, so vague SPOILERS exist.

~Written for the 15kinks comm on Dreamwidth. The prompt was "Libra: #11 Your Choice." So I went with "Gentleness" this time around! :D


Legal Disclaimer: I do not own Red vs. Blue or any of the show's characters. They are the rightful properties of Rooster Teeth.

Naps and Kisses

Richard "Dick" Simmons knew he was an idiot. How could he not?

Case in point, the Reds and Blues were having an outdoor celebration since they somehow, without any thanks to logic or reasoning, defeated a literal time god and restored the time line. Kimball, though she didn't even know the full extent of what had happened since there was far too much craziness and drama to get into all at once even by their idiotic standards, had been generous enough to reserve a portion of park close to their hotel on Chorus.

The lieutenants had even dropped by for a little bit, although the true surprise guest was another invitee since Donut managed to convince Locus of all people to stop by so that he could regale the mercenary with tales of heroic acrobatic feats. Truth be told, Simmons was still wrapping his head around how the two had even become "buddies" in the first place.

Everyone was having a great time, especially when Tucker brought out the booze. Simmons was content to sip at first, but he was feeling more than just slightly buzzed later when Huggins, along with Kai, encouraged him to "Chug, chug, chug!" in order to defend an absent Grif's honor. His mind was fuzzy on the details now, so the redhead might not be remembering what actually transpired correctly.

At any rate, Simmons managed to pull through that ordeal, walking away with only mild wobbling, so he considered it a win given that he was a notorious lightweight. Grif's honor defended, or whatever the fuck he'd been drinking to. Honestly? The cyborg just tended to get carried away where chanting and peer pressure were concerned.

Simmons was surprised that he'd decided to vacate the premises before Agents Carolina and Washington. The two had apparently soothed things over at some point when the others hadn't been paying attention, probably due to all the time warp shenanigans. He absentmindedly noticed they both drunkenly challenged Locus to an arm-wrestling contest. Which was stupid, since they all knew that was a battle Carolina was going to win. No real contest there.

He found Grif dozing off a little farther away from the party, underneath a tree. The maroon-armored soldier couldn't help but smile at the sight. How typical and perfectly fitting for Dexter Grif to slip away for a nap, even as stars were beginning to dot the night sky overhead.

As Simmons carefully (not at all drunkenly stumbling, thank you!) made his way over to the heavyset man in orange, his eyes slid down to the sword hilt at Grif's side. He'd been surprised at how deftly Grif had used his newly-acquired wish blade, both when they had rescued Huggins and when they'd eventually figured out a way to restore time to its proper flow. But, really, one always had to give Grif credit. Simmons knew that better than most, after all these years. He might have been a lazy asshole, but he was a determined lazy asshole when he actually cared.

Before Simmons opened his mouth for his customary "wake up, fat-ass" remark that was more fond than biting these days to match Grif's "kiss-ass" comments towards him, he gazed down at the tan-skinned man's sleeping face.

Grif looked so peaceful and at ease, a stark contrast to how he'd been earlier during the fighting. …Handsome, really, Simmons couldn't help but think even as heat creeped up his cheeks.

With the alcohol in his system making him bolder than usual, plus because he'd been desiring to do so for far too fucking long, Simmons leaned down and shyly, gently placed his lips against Grif's forehead. It lasted only a moment, but…

"Simmons?"

The lanky man hadn't expected Grif's eyes to sleepily open as he moved away, suddenly very much sober as if he had been doused from head to toe in ice cold water. So Simmons did the only truly logical thing he could do in that situation.

He fucking ran.


It was supposed to be a strategic retreat, but it didn't last all that long. Grif could be surprisingly fast when he wanted to be, when something truly mattered to him. Simmons knew that better than anyone, but he was still shocked when a large hand clamped down on his wrist only a few paces away from the tree.

Grif's expression was unreadable and Simmons flinched, knowing how red his face must be all the way to his currently-felt-like-it-was-burning cybernetic metallic plating.

"G—Grif, I'm sor—!"

But his awkward apology and nervous fidgeting stopped the very second Grif's grip dropped from his wrist to his hand, carefully entwining their fingers together as he did so, "That's not such a bad way to wake up, you know." Grif said lowly, causing Simmons' blush to intensify.

"I—I…" The redhead began before trailing off, sure that he must have misheard the other man.

Grif simply smiled, motioning back to the tree he'd been resting under mere moments earlier, "Sit with me, nerd?" He asked in an uncharacteristically soft voice, "I think we've fucking earned it."

Simmons stared at the orange-armored soldier's helmetless face for a moment, then down at their still entwined fingers. He smiled himself and nodded as Grif led them back over to his apparently prime napping spot.


They were there, leaning against one another's shoulders with fingers still wrapped around the other's, when Huggins found them later.

"Oh, oh!" She stated happily, flickering up above the pair in an excited manner, "No worries! I'll make sure you guys have this moment all to yourselves!"

"Thanks, Huggins." Grif mumbled contentedly as he watched Simmons try to shake off his sudden drunken drowsiness to no avail.

"Not a problem! Consider me your wingman!"

"You're the best."

Grif's friend deftly and systematically shooed away any wanderers from the spot, just as Simmons' head fell onto Grif's shoulder and the last thing he felt before dozing off himself was a gentle hand squeeze and lips pressed softly against his own. The cyborg smiled into the kiss, feeling Grif do the same.

…Simmons couldn't help but think it wasn't such a bad way to take a nap either.


Author's Notes: A cavity-inducing piece of fluff that exists for no other reason beyond that I wanted to write a Grimmons story that involved a forehead kiss because I be strange like that! XD …So, there you have it!

Consider this short little oneshot a bit of a Happy New Year's present since I felt bad that I've been swamped recently and couldn't write more. I hope that 2019 is a great year for everyone! :D Hopefully, next week I can get back to writing one of my many scheduled WIPs. *crosses fingers*

Thank you so much for reading! And again, Happy New Year! :)