Donut's penchant for innocent innuendos causes a bit of confusion.
Pairings Beyond Grimmons:
~N/A
Other Notes for This Story:
~Written for the 15kinks comm on Dreamwidth. The prompt was "Libra: #6 Puppy Pile."
~Set before Season 15, so possible spoilers for those who haven't seen it yet.
Legal Disclaimer: I do not own Red vs. Blue or any of the show's characters. They are the rightful properties of Rooster Teeth.
Freckles II - XI
It was nothing more than simple curiosity, coupled with a growing sense of boredom, which led to Richard "Dick" Simmons heading behind the bases on the moon to the location that Donut had specified.
He certainly had no idea of what to expect from his pink-armored teammate's calligraphic invite, nor had he expected to meet one Dexter Grif along the way. The orange-armored man's scented invitation was already in hand, which meant that they were headed to the same place.
The two skirted between awkward and normal these days, so Simmons wasn't entirely surprised that Grif simply offered a shrug in way of greeting as they made their way to Donut's location. Looked like awkward it was today.
…Speaking of the invitation's location, whatever Simmons had been even subconsciously expecting to see there, this was certainly not it.
"Hey, guys!" Donut beamed up at them from the squirming mass of undeniably fluffy cuteness that was currently in his lap, "Glad you could make it!"
Yep. There was absolutely no denying that there was indeed a group of about ten puppies of indiscriminate breeds milling about in the field. The oddest thing about the whole experience wasn't the dogs though. It was Donut acting as if the sight of puppies in the field was the most natural thing in the world. Hadn't there been fucking dinosaurs here recently? Where the hell did the dogs come from?
Simmons also realized Donut wasn't the only one in the field. Had he invited everybody? So far, besides himself, Grif, and Donut he noticed...
"Hello." Caboose, unsurprisingly, was also there. The blond held two of the puppies gently to his chest, "Have you come to play with Freckles II through XI too?"
"No todos pueden ser llamados Pecas." {"They cannot all be named Freckles."}
Surprisingly enough, Lopez was there too. The Spanish-speaking robot was currently sitting on the ground with a flower chain around his neck, most likely Donut's handiwork given how color-coordinated the blossoms were. Puppies clamored up and down his brown metallic legs.
Caboose nodded as if he understood what Lopez had said, "They are all so cute!"
Simmons and Grif decided to ignore Lopez and Caboose for the moment, turning their attention to Donut instead.
"Donut, what's going on?" The maroon-armored man questioned, disturbed by so many of the things happening at the moment.
"Well, that should be pretty obvious, Simmons!" Donut stated matter-of-factly, "Didn't you get my invitation?"
"Yeah, but…" Simmons tried to ask again, "Where did these puppies come from?"
"Oh, I know!" Caboose interjected helpfully, "Church gave me a book on that once. It has pictures."
"...Por favor no." {"…Please, no."}
Donut grinned conspiratorially before stage whispering for dramatic effect: "I had Kimball arrange for them to come on the last supply transport. They'll be back to pick them up by the end of the day."
"…Why?" Simmons asked as he felt the beginning of a headache looming behind his eyelids.
"Because who doesn't want the chance to play with a bunch of cute puppies for a while?" Donut replied, enthusiastically nodding his head as he spoke, "Plus, this helps them get used to people before they are put up for adoption. So, it's all for a good cause!"
All right, well, at least Donut had seemed to put thought into this. That was more than he usually did when he had rather impromptu invitations involved. Simmons glanced towards the heavyset man next to him, about to ask what his take on all of this was when one of the puppies bounded over to Simmons and Grif, sniffing at their armor.
Simmons watched as Grif carefully picked the bundle of fur up far more gently than he'd expected of him. It licked the tan man's face, tail wagging. Simmons tried to resist the urge to extend his arms and demand that he get to hold the animal too.
As if reading his mind, Grif passed him the puppy anyway. Simmons couldn't help but smile.
"See?" Donut stated triumphantly, "Everyone loves puppies!"
"Huh." Grif said as he watched Simmons hold the puppy with an oddly fond look in his brown eyes, "So when your invite mentioned a puppy pile…"
"I meant a pile of puppies, of course!" The younger man put his hands on his pink-armored hips, though the action looked ridiculous now that there were puppies crawling all over him, "What did you think I meant?"
Grif and Simmons both looked at one another then, a silent communication flicking between them. "…Nothing." They said in unison to Donut, just as Lopez fidgeted from his spot on the ground.
"¿Puede alguien decirles que no soy una boca de incendios?" {"Can someone tell them that I am not a fire hydrant?"}
"…So, that happened." Grif mused out loud, reaching for a cigarette.
"Yeah." Simmons replied as he nodded his head in agreement, "Yeah, it did."
They were currently sitting by the waterfall that Grif had claimed as his "spot" when they had retired to the moon. Only Simmons was ever really allowed to stay there for any extended period of time, though the redhead had never really dared to ask why that was.
He supposed it had become just another unspoken thing between the two of them. One of many.
Not wanting to linger on that train of thought for too long, Simmons cleared his throat, "They were pretty cute though, weren't they?"
The maroon-armored soldier just knew that poor Caboose would have a hard time saying goodbye to the puppies later on. Shit, Simmons had sniffled a little when he had finally decided it was time to put "Freckles VIII" down on the grass again to rejoin his frolicking littermates.
Still, the blue-armored young man seemed to be enjoying himself along with Donut and, oddly enough, Lopez. So, that was definitely a good thing. He had been out of it ever since Church had…
He shook his head to clear the unfinished thought. He didn't really want to dwell on that subject either.
Simmons glanced over at Grif, who was now exhaling a bunch of cigarette smoke. The cyborg made a face at the sight. Maybe he should make another comment about how Grif was ruining his lungs to get things back on track…
"They're puppies, Simmons." Grif said matter-of-factly as he put the cigarette out, "Of course they're cute."
"R—right." Simmons replied, suddenly lapsing into silence again.
The moment was peaceful and heavy all at once. It was just the two of them, with the gushing noise of the waterfall behind their backs. Simmons sighed, wondering to himself if he should maybe get up and see if there was any work that needed to be done.
But, all thoughts of doing so drifted away when he felt Grif's strong arm resting against his shoulders. The heavyset man's fingers suddenly gripped him securely, as if to keep him in place.
Simmons was stunned into further silence when Grif pulled his lanky body gently to rest against his.
He opened his mouth to ask what the hell the chubby man was doing, when Grif's hand found its way to the top of Simmons' head. He started running his fingers through the red hair gently, but with enough pressure that Simmons felt it.
…Grif was petting him.
He gasped as, unsurprisingly, his body melted into the touch of its own accord. After all, it was just the two of them here. They hadn't touched one another since…
…Since that time they were locked away together in that storage closet on Chorus.
Cautiously, desperate not to have this contact initiated by Grif end too suddenly, Simmons reached out with his human hand to stroke Grif's neck. Grif paused for only a second, a smile reassuring Simmons that it was more than okay for him to continue before he did so as well.
From this angle, Simmons could feel Grif's breath on his warming cheeks. He tilted his head up slightly, their mouths now only centimeters apart as they continued touching the other.
Did Grif know? Did he know how much Simmons wanted to talk about what had happened before between them? How he so desperately wanted it to happen again and…
Just as their lips touched, Donut's voice rang out from farther away: "Uh-oh! Hey, Grif! One of the puppies had an accident in your room!"
…Just like that, whatever spell had been cast on the two of them dissipated into thin air.
Simmons couldn't help but snort back a bit of laughter just as Grif sighed, a smile still pressed onto his lips. Grif's hand was still resting on top of his head. Simmons' hand still touched Grif's neck.
They leaned forward together until their foreheads touched. Just for a moment.
And then Grif stood up to shout "Goddamn it, Donut!" before heading towards their moon residence.
…Simmons went right along with him, wondering if it was Freckles VIII who had gotten into Grif's room. If so, the redhead wondered if that meant he had the chance to hold him again.
Author's Notes: I have no idea what happened here. XD Just a silly little story with a whole lot of fluff and some intimate moments! :) Haha, one of these days I am going to work up the courage to write my take on what happened in that storage closet. Just you wait! XD