More Than Anything

“What the fuck? Tucker?”



Tucker blinked slowly until vision returned and he saw Grif standing over him. His arms were wrapped around something warm…Donut? The private’s face was tucked beneath Tucker’s arm, hiding from the light and everything else. Tucker “Shh” ed Grif until the orange soldier left, shutting the door behind him. Tucker smoothed back the blond hair, smiling. He expected Donut to wake up and kick him out of the bed, so when the blond opened his eyes and stared at Tucker, the blue was surprised. A small smile crossed Donut’s face.



“Good morning, Tucker.” Donut whispered. “Thanks for staying with me last night.”



“Yeah.” Tucker sat up, disentangling himself from Donut.



“Was Grif in here?”



“Yeah.”



“Oh!” Donut scrambled to get out of bed before remembering his previous state of undress. Tucker admired Donut’s fine curves as he searched his drawers for something to wear. He glanced back at Tucker, shyly smiling as he dressed.



“I’m making breakfast… do you want some?”



“Your sergeant might not like me at your table.”



The smile slipped from his face. “I’ll bring it in for you.”



“Thanks, but Church is probably wondering where the hell I am.”

Donut nodded. “Oh, alright. Then, um,”



“I’ll see you later, Donut.”



“You too.”



Tucker pressed a gentle kiss to Donut’s forehead before grabbing his camera and heading out the window.





*





“Where the hell were you?”



“I told you, Donut.” Tucker muttered.



Church looked up from his burned waffles. “What?”



“I was at red base, alright?”



“You were taking pictures all night? God, Tucker.”



“No! I was sleeping with Donut!”



Church looked at him strangely. “I didn’t know you two-“



“No! We were sleeping, as in, unconscious.”



“Oh.”



Tucker held out the camera. “I have the pictures.”



Church lunged for it. “Let me see!”



“Nuh-uh. Not until I have them on the computer. It’ll be easier to see, anyway.” Not until I have back-ups.



“Fine. It’s a deal.”



Church stood, dumping burn remains into the sink. “Let’s go then.”



“Someone’s eager. Aww, does your boyfriend not let you see him naked?”

Tucker teased as he skipped to the basement.



Church growled. “That is none of your business.”



Tucker turned the computer on and waited for it to load. “Hey, I like to

hear. Wait till you see these!"



Church stole the chair. Tucker grumbled but knelt.



“Her, plug this in… no! Not there! There, yeah…”



Church opened the folder and gaped. “You weren’t kidding.”



Tucker winked at him. “I particularly like the ones where he’s wet.”



“How do you print?”





*





Simmons wandered the base. He and Donut were the only ones there now.

Sarge and Grif were on patrol in the Warthog, thankfully.



“Donut?” Simmons called softly.



Donut was at his desk, writing in a notebook. “Huh? Oh! Simmons!”



“Can I talk to you about something?”



“Of course! Come in- sit down.”



Donut looked at his bed. The blankets were still all messed up. “Oh, sorry.”



He jumped up to fix them, but Simmons shook his head. “I’ll do it.”



Donut blushed. “Thanks.”



Donut watched Simmons neaten the covers before sitting. “What’s up,

Simmons? Grif again?”



Simmons fidgeted, human hand twisting in the covers. “Kinda…yeah.”



Donut smiled sadly. “I’m sorry, Simmons.”



“I just… I guess I always thought…”



Donut moved to the bed. “Come here.”



The pink private wrapped his arms around Simmons, trying to think of something to say. He could hear Simmons sniffing, even as the older man tried to hide it.



“You could still tell him.” Donut said softly.



“Why? To have him laugh at me? To tell me that he’d rather sneak across the canyon to be with a blue?”



Donut frowned. “Simmons…”



“No, I’m being foolish.” Simmons muttered. “He’s happy with

Church….fucking asshole…”



Simmons rested his head on Donut’s shoulder. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, Simmons!”



They heard the steps in the base before Tucker was in the doorway, pictures in hand, smile on his face. He froze for a moment before walking in.



“Blue.” Simmons cursed, but through tears it didn’t sound nearly as intimidating.



Tucker asked. “Am I interrupting something here?”



“No.” Simmons hissed.



Donut asked curiously. “What do you have?”



“These are for Simmons.”



Simmons reached for them suspiciously. When he saw the content, eyes widened drastically. It was as if Tucker knew and wanted to mock him.



“Grif?” Donut peeked at them. “You were spying on Grif?”



“Yeah. I took them for Church, but-“



Simmons was on his feet, pushing Tucker across the room. “You took intimate pictures of my BEST FRIEND for that asshole?” he shouted.



“Simmons, please calm down.” Donut begged.



The maroon soldier looked at him. “You want to do me a favor, blue?”



Tucker was holding onto Donut’s chair. He noticed Donut’s open journal and saw his name. He went to ask Donut what that was, but Simmons was still talking.



“Get the fuck out of here.” Simmons said in a dead voice. “Go back to your base, with your cockbite of a leader…”



“Yours isn’t so great from what I hear.” Tucker shrugged.



“…What?” Simmons glanced between Tucker and Donut.



“I-it’s nothing.” Donut averted his gaze.



Tucker said. “If you won’t tell him, I will.”



“Please don’t.”



Simmons turned away from Tucker. “I told you to leave.”



Tucker made great show of walking up to Donut and kissing red lips before leaving. Donut was blushing as the door shut. Simmons sighed.



“I guess I should go, Donut.”



“I… okay.” Donut sat back down at his desk. He wanted Simmons to be

happy… but wasn’t Grif happy with Church? He didn’t want to mess that up, but he couldn’t stand seeing Simmons so sad.



“I have to do something.” He muttered.





*





Simmons sat on his bed, staring at the pictures. This was last night, wasn’t it? Yes, it was- Simmons could see himself in the corner. Tucker had been in perfect position taking the photo. He had Grif straight on.

He sighed and reached beneath the bed for something to hide the pictures in. He came across a box with a single bottle of alcohol in it. A slow smile spread across his face as he replaced it with the pictures. He wondered if Grif would drink any type of alcohol…





*





Grif didn’t stop to listen to Donut, instead making his way straight to the room he shared with Simmons. He was pissed, and nothing was going to stop that.



He thought so, anyway, until he found the present from Simmons on his pillow.



“Hey, thanks, man.” Grif tossed a smile at Simmons.



“Sure. Just be sure to drink it when you don’t have patrol, alright?”



“Yeah, yeah.”



Grif opened the bottle, taking a swig before offering it to Simmons.



The cyborg declined and watched and waited.



“Hey, Simmons!” Donut called. “Can you come here for a minute?”



“Be right there, Donut!” Simmons smiled at Grif. “I’ll be right back.”



Donut was right outside his door. “Simmons, I know what you’re doing, and I… I feel I have to warn you… It’s not gonna end happily!” He shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot.



Simmons said softly. “If…If I can make him know that I’m the better of the two-“



“Simmons!” Donut insisted. “It’d be better to mess with their relationship, before trying to strengthen this one!” He covered his mouth, eyes wide. Had he seriously just said that?



Simmons was torn. “But, I want… how do I…?”



Donut whispered. “I don’t want you to be unhappy. I’ll try to help, but… I can only do so much.”



Simmons smiled at Donut. “Thanks, Donut.”



“Yeah…” Donut muttered. “I’m gonna go shower now.”



“But we haven’t even eaten dinner!”



Donut stared at him. “You’re in there getting Grif drunk so you can-“ he shook his head. “Anyway, don’t get on me for taking a shower is what I mean!”



Simmons shrugged. “Alright.”



Donut tried to be as quick as possible. He knew Sarge was on guard duty, but even guard duty didn’t take forever. He had to have dinner ready when the older man came in.



“Mmph!” Donut heard noises through the other privates’ room and tried not to listen.



“What am I doing?” he mumbled as his door opened.



The flash of a camera went off and Donut looked up. “Tucker!”



The blue soldier lowered the camera and smiled. “Hey, Donut.”



Donut blushed furiously. “Don’t keep that.”



Tucker examined the picture on the tiny screen. “Judging from this, it’s a good one. I think I’ll keep it, thanks.”



Donut knelt and opened one drawer. He heard Tucker move behind him before he felt hands on his back.



“I saw something really interesting next door.” Tucker leaned over and whispered in Donut’s ear. “Do you happen to have anything to do with that?”



Donut shamefully whispered back. “I dunno. M-maybe.”



“What do you mean?”



“I told Simmons to tell Grif how he felt about him, not….” Donut shook his head.



Tucker frowned. “Church isn’t gonna be happy about this one.”



Donut blinked back tears. “I’m sorry!”



Tucker stood up straight and Donut quickly did the same, turning to Tucker. “It’s…. I’m not gonna say it’s okay. Wait, no, I am.” Tucker smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.



Donut muttered. “No it’s not.”



“Hey, Church’ll understand.”



“You took pictures, didn’t you?”



“Starting with the getting drunk part.”



“Oh.” Donut turned to slip on boxers. He found a clean white tank top and slipped it over his head.



“I have to go make dinner.” Donut said miserably. “For me… and…. Sarge.”



Tucker frowned. “I’ll stay.”



“But Sarge will-“



“I don’t fucking care.” Tucker interrupted him and tucked the camera into Donut’s drawer. “I’m staying.”



Donut smiled and bounced his way to the kitchen.





*





Simmons looked over at the sleeping Grif. They still clutched onto each other, even after they were done. Simmons could only hope that when Grif woke up, his first instinct wouldn’t be to go to Church.



He smoothed back brown hair from a sweaty forehead. All he could do was wait. He snuggled closer to Grif and closed his eyes. He could find no point in waiting awake when he would undoubtedly need the rest to deal with Grif when he awoke.





*





Donut divided the soup between five bowels, leaving two to cool down before he put them in the fridge. The last three he put on the table. He sat beside Tucker and waited for Sarge to come in.



Tucker placed a calming hand on Donut’s back when Sarge walked in and froze. “Son, why is there a blue sitting at my table?”



Donut was tongue-tied. “H-he, uh, that is,I…”



Tucker looked squarely at Sarge and said smoothly. “I’m on patrol all night. Donut offered to let me eat.”



Sarge’s gaze was on Donut. “You offered to feed a blue?”



“I don’t care what color he is.” Donut mumbled.



The C.O. sat across from Donut. Suspicious glances passed between Sarge and Tucker, but Donut was too busy swirling his spoon around in his bowl to notice. He listened to the comforting sound of Tucker eating beside him before eating.



Sarge was done first. He dropped his bowl into the sink and went for the bathroom.



“I’m gonna get it now.” Donut mumbled.



“No, you’re not.” Tucker promised. “I won’t let him.”





*





Church snuck past red base. There were the windows- was Tucker hiding in one of those rooms? He peeked into the first window and smiled.



“Tucker.”



Donut looked up at him. “Oh!Church!”



Tucker opened his eyes and grumbled. “Go away.”



Church almost did so, but then he heard Tucker’s voice. “Wait, no! Come in here.”



Donut knew that the next room was not something Tucker wanted Church to see unannounced, or at all. “Tucker has something he wants to s-show you.”



Neither man would meet Church’s eyes. “What? What is it?”

Tucker fetched his camera and turned it on. He scrolled through until he found the first one of the two other soldiers. By the time he had taken this picture, the bottle was halfway gone. He wordlessly handed the camera to Church.



“They’re… drinking?” Church tossed his helmet to the side to see better.



“But what…”



He pressed the arrow to go to the next one. Eyes widened drastically. Donut and Tucker both watched the blue C.O. anxiously. They heard every time Church jabbed the button to go to the next picture.



“No way.” He said hoarsely about halfway through.



Tucker said softly. “He didn’t know what he was doing, Church, he was drunk.”



“From one bottle?”



“I think it was spiked.”



“Simmons?”



“No.” Tucker frowned. “He wouldn’t do that.”



“Then why…?”



Donut tenderly wrapped his arms around Church, who grabbed onto him and cried. Tucker looked at Church’s face, the glossy picture of misery.



“I can’t believe he would do something like that…” Church whispered.



Donut held him tightly. “I’m so sorry, Church.”



“It’s not your fault.”



Shame crossed Donut’s face briefly, and he was glad that Church couldn’t see it. Tucker kept his mouth shut.



“I’ll kill him.” Church muttered. “That’s it, I’m gonna kill him.”

Donut was shocked. “What? He didn’t-“



“No, not Grif.” Church blinked away the last of his tears. “Damn reds… always screwing stuff up…”



“Don’t! You can’t kill anybody.” Donut insisted.



Church looked at him. Eyebrows raised, and Church was smiling.



“I’ll make him jealous…” Church muttered.



“Wait, what now?” Tucker asked.



Church looked at Donut, feral grin in place. Donut let go of Church and

went to back up, but Church held on tightly.



“Tucker? Do you still have your camera?”



“You’re holding it.”



Church raised his hand towards Tucker. “Here. You’re gonna need it.”

Donut decided he didn’t like where this was going. “What are you guys doing?” he asked nervously.



Church held on to Donut’s hands. “It’s okay.” He promised.

Church placed Donut’s hands against his blue shirt. Donut clenched both hands into fists, fabric collecting beneath them. Church wrapped his arms around Donut, yanking him closer. He smiled and leaned down to kiss Donut.



Tucker knew what his part was. The camera clicked as he took the picture. Donut blinked. Is that what Church meant?



“Thanks, Donut.” Church whispered against Donut’s lips.



“P-please let go of me now.”



Church did so, a thoughtful look on his face. Donut let out a slight cry as Church pushed him against the wall, kneeling in front of him. He sat up straight, head reaching Donut’s stomach. He reached up to push up Donut’s shirt.



“Hey, isn’t this going a little far?”



Church pressed his lips to Donut’s bare skin, right above the waistband of his boxers. Donut’s fingers wrapped into Church’s black hair. Tucker took a picture even as jealousy ran through him. Church’s mouth went lower, kissing the fabric covering Donut’s groin. Tucker took the last picture before throwing the camera onto the bed.



“That’s enough.” He muttered.



Church stood, smoothing down Donut’s shirt. “Sorry.”



Donut looked at him with large eyes. “No, it’s okay.”



Church glanced down slyly as he turned. Yes ,there was the outline of Donut’s hard cock.



“Tucker,” Church whispered to him as he grabbed the camera. “Looks like he has a problem. He might not mind you taking care of it.”

With that, Church was replacing his helmet and heading out the window. Donut began to move away from the wall, but Tucker was in front of him, stealing his own sweet kiss.



Tucker looked in Donut’s now-smiling eyes. He ran his hands down Donut’s body, stopping at his boxers. The smile never left Donut’s face. Tucker slipped one hand inside, fingertips running over the head of Donut’s cock. The pink private shuddered and leaned back against the wall. Tucker’s other hand carefully pulled Donut’s boxers off, letting them fall to his feet. His hand tenderly wrapped around Donut’s erection and began to slide.



“T-Tucker…” Donut’s arms flew forward to grab onto the older man.



Tucker smiled as dampness coated his fingers. “Come on, Donut.” He whispered in the private’s ear.”It’s okay, it’s me…”

His hand went faster, and Donut’s pants matched it. He cried out his release, shivering slightly as he covered Tucker’s stomach in release. Tucker smiled, stroking until Donut was limp against the wall.



“Tucker…?” Donut whispered sleepily as the blue searched for a towel, or something.



“I’ll be right there…” Tucker found Donut’s pile of dirty clothes. That would have to do.



Tucker kissed Donut’s cheek as he tenderly wiped him off. Donut stopped Tucker’s hand from wiping himself and knelt before Tucker. He looked up at the blue as his tongue reached out, carefully cleaning him off.



“Donut…” Tucker breathed.



Satisfied, Donut stood back up. He smiled and blinked tiredly.



“Goodnight, Tucker.” Donut said sweetly.



Tucker grinned and watched Donut crawl into the bed. “C’mon.” he chuckled.



The blue followed Donut in and pressed him against the wall. Donut closed his eyes contentedly.



“I love you, Tucker…” Donut whispered.



Tucker smiled. “I love you too.”