Even Simmons wants to be lazy sometimes.
Pairings Beyond Grimmons:
~N/A
Other Notes for This Story:
~Set some undefined time after the events of Season 17, so vague SPOILERS exist.
~Written for the 15kinks comm on Dreamwidth. The prompt was "Libra: #13 Your Choice." I went with "Power Exchange" (RvB-style!) for the theme! :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.
Role Reversal
Richard "Dick" Simmons sat in his civilian clothes underneath the shade of a tree, the sun's rays bright and warm against his exposed skin. The redhead sighed in contentment, blades of grass tickling his body. He needed this, he really did.
Things had been so stressful as of late, what with Sarge deciding that the best way to "help" Washington's recovery was to reinstate the war between the Reds and Blues. However no one else put their all into it, going through the motions halfheartedly before devolving once again into friendly terms. Washington appreciated the gesture nonetheless, so they continued to half-assedly humor the older man in red and his efforts. Since they were still on Chorus, it was only natural that they's also assist with helpful tasks for Kimball and the new government.
Truthfully, after saving the known universe from an impending time crisis, such things should feel mundane, routine even. And they did but, okay, maybe Simmons hadn't ever really de-stressed from said saving the universe. It was all catching up to him quicker than he'd like.
So on one of his rare break times with no play-fighting and no repairs needed, he sneaked away to a familiar spot. It was a tree that was Grif's prime napping spot here on Chorus when the orange-armored man was the one taking a break. The very same tree that Simmons would always come to find Grif at when there were things that needed to be done. The tree that had a heart with the initials "DG + RS" carved into the side, low enough to the roots that those who hadn't been aware of trees in Blood Gulch and Iris with similar engravings would even think to look for it.
Simmons had done a double-take the first time he'd seen the markings, and he couldn't stop smiling under his helmet after their discovery. Now he used the tree as a marker. It was their tree. Not that he'd ever tell Grif he thought of it that way. He was afraid of getting made fun of for viewing something with sheer sentiment.
About an hour ago, Simmons found his way over to their tree and just tried to calm his nerves and relax. Grif made it look so easy and it usually was whenever the chubby man convinced the cyborg to try it out with him. But now? Now something seemed to be off. Missing, maybe. Simmons couldn't put his finger on what it was. Still, he wasn't a quitter! He would try and relax, damn it!
"This is a surprise." An all-too familiar voice spoke up from right above and in front of him, "Playing a little role reversal, are we?"
Simmons didn't even have to open his eyes to see the shit-eating grin plastered on Grif's face. He could tell it was there just from the tan-skinned voice alone. All the same though, Simmons opened his eyes to behold the other man as his middle finger went up in a familiar gesture, "Oh, shut up and either join me or quit blocking the light." He threatened with no real venom in his tone.
An amused huff of air was Grif's reply as he sat down gratefully on the grass beside the redhead, "Well, since you asked so nicely." He replied lazily.
Simmons twirled a blade of grass in-between his fingertips, "Weren't you and Kai sibling bonding?" He asked, genuinely curious as to why the family moment was cut short.
A nod, "We were. Up until she caught sight of a couple of girls she wanted to flirt with instead." Grif said, a fond grin on his face. Classic Kaikaina. Simmons could see the exasperated yet proud look in Grif's eyes. He smiled slightly at the sight.
The moment of silence stretched between them comfortably. Simmons relished it, enjoying the added warmth by his side.
"Needed a break, huh?" Grif surmised knowingly after some time had passed.
"Just a quick one," Simmons mumbled, "Another hour, tops."
"Kiss-ass." Grif's tone was fond as he regarded the redhead thoughtfully, "So, is this going to be a regular occurrence from here on out? Because I'm seriously worried you're trying to usurp my slacker reputation and that just won't do."
Simmons shrugged, "Maybe once a week?" He said, "If I can work it into my schedule."
"Cool. I can see if I can fit it into mine too."
"With how empty you try to make your schedule, you better." Simmons replied, playfully bumping Grif in the shoulder with his own.
Grif returned the gesture, the two leaning against one another afterwards. Making time for just the two of them, underneath a tree with a heart that had "DG + RS" carved close to its roots? Yeah, Simmons could definitely arrange that.
Author's Notes: I apologize for disappearing, but things got crazy hectic for me IRL. Still, I hope to get back on track ASAP with at least once-a-week updates, and I hope this fluffy nonsense was enjoyable! Thank you so much for reading!
