More Than Anything

Grif woke up to see a pile of papers in front of his nose. He blinked slowly, reaching for them. He heard someone behind him and froze.



“Morning.” Simmons yawned.



Grif sat up. “Simmons? What the hell are you doing in my bed?”



“…N-nothing.”



Grif muttered. “Whatever.”



He reached for the paper, yawning. He picked up the pieces, momentarily confused. These were... pictures?



“Church?” Grif asked aloud in dread.



“Grif? What’s wrong?”



“H-he…”



Grif tossed the covers off of himself and stood. One picture fluttered out of his hand on his way out the door. Simmons stood and went to look at it.



“Oh god.” He swallowed.



It was the last one Tucker had taken. Simmons stared, unable to quite believe what he saw. Was Church seriously…



Simmons followed Grif to Donut’s room. Donut and Tucker were both sitting up, staring at Grif as he brandished the paper. Tucker wrapped one arm around Donut protectively.



“What the hell?” Grif shouted.



Donut cried back. “It’s because of you and Simmons!”



Grif looked back at the paper. “Because of… what?!”



He turned to Simmons. “What the hell?”



Tucker lay back down. Donut looked at him worriedly, but Tucker only smiled.



“Grif…” Simmons hesitated.



“You know what, screw this. I’ll go ask Church.”



Grif huffed out of the room. Donut looked at Simmons as if to say “See? I told you so.” Tucker waited until Simmons was out of the room before holding back onto Donut. Donut looked down at him, blushing. Tucker pulled Donut down next to him.



“I’m not tired anymore, Tucker.” Donut smiled. “It’s time to get out of bed.”



Tucker chuckled. “That’s not the plan.”



Donut blinked. “What?”



Tucker kissed Donut’s cheek. “Let’s stay here for a while.”



“Okay.”







*





Church looked up at the ceiling, arms crossed behind his head. He didn’t want to get out of bed. He didn’t want to move. He heard Caboose moving around outside his room, but really didn’t care.



“Church?”



“Go away, Caboose.”



The door opened and in walked Grif. “Get out.” Church sighed.



“What are these?” Grif threw the paper onto Church.



“Pictures, dumbass.”



Grif stood by Church’s bed. He looked onto the side table and gasped. Church looked over and turned a deep red. He reached to grab the pictures.



“You have…” Grif breathed.



“Yes. Pictures of you.” Church rolled to face the wall.



Grif sat on the bed. “Why did you take these?”



“What.”



“The ones of you and… Donut.”



Church hissed. “Don’t pretend you don’t fucking know!”



Grif was silent. Church glared at the wall angrily.



“Did you like it?” Church asked hoarsely.



“Did I like what?”



“Listen moron, did you think at all before you let him fuck you?” Church spat.



Grif jumped up. “What?”



Church sat up and looked at him. “Were you that drunk that you didn’t even notice?”



Grif looked down. Church tried to stay angry, but couldn’t.



“Don’t drink anymore, alright?” Church sighed.



Grif shrank away from Church. “I’ll go then.”



“Stay.”



Church stood and got dressed. He took the pictures of Grif and replaced them on the table. He took the pictures of himself and Donut and tucked them away.



“Did you eat?” Church asked quietly.



“No.”



Church headed into the kitchen. “Then come on.”



Caboose smiled. “Good morning Church!”



Grif sat at the table uncomfortably. Caboose offered a waffle.



“Th-thanks.” Grif took it.



Church was staring at Grif the entire time they ate. Caboose ran off to Tucker’s room before coming back with the camera.



“Look!” Caboose handed it to Grif.



Grif looked and his heart sank. Of course Tucker would take pictures of anything.



“This is…” Grif dropped the camera and looked up at Church with teary brown eyes.



Church turned away. “Yeah. Imagine my surprise.”



Grif stood and walked up behind Church. “I’m sorry.” He whispered as he wrapped his arms around the blue.



“So’m I.” Church muttered.



Church felt the wet spread as Grif cried against his back. “Church…”



Caboose watched them wordlessly. Tucker would know what to do, he was certain of it. He went to find him.





*





Donut smiled over his shoulder as he wiped the Warthog. Tucker sat behind him, smiling as he watched Donut reach forward. The pink private’s shorts rode up, causing Tucker to smile even broader.



“All done.”



Donut turned to Tucker. “Do you have anything else to do?”



“Nope!”



Tucker grabbed Donut’s hand and pulled him to the caves. Donut blushed but followed obediently.



“Tucker?”



Donut sat on a rock happily. No Sarge, no one else, just him and Tucker.



At least he thought so.



“Cupcake!”



Donut looked around. “Sarge?”



Tucker stood in front of Donut. “What the hell does he want now?”



“You’re supposed to be washing the Warthog!” Sarge said gruffly.



“I did wash it!” Donut insisted.



Sarge didn’t believe him. Tucker said. “He did. I watched him.”



“You would say that, blue.”



Donut stood. “I-I’ll wash it again.”



He headed out of the cave towards the Warthog. Tucker glared at Sarge before following. Sarge went after them.



Donut retrieved bucket and towel. He glanced at Tucker and Sarge before going to clean the Warthog. Tucker looked at the miserable face on Donut and stalked up to him. He stole the towel from his hand and began doing his job.



“Lousy blue, Donut-“



Sarge stepped forward, but Donut stepped in his way. “Sarge, I already cleaned the Warthog!”



“Doesn’t look like it, private.”



Donut frowned. “Sarge.” He whined.



Tucker threw down the towel. “We’re fucking done.”



“No, he is-“



Donut turned on Tucker and said. “Let’s go.”



“Where are we going?” Tucker asked.



Donut shrugged. “Your base?”



Tucker smiled. “Of course.”





*









Grif moaned as Church’s nails raked down his back. He wanted to grab onto him, but Church had already set the rules- there would be none of that. Grif clenched his teeth as his partner’s lips roughly sucked his neck.



“Church, oh god, Church…” Grif howled.



He was so hard. So fucking hard. He went to help himself, but Church growled at him. Grif raised his arms back over his head.



“Please, Church…”



Church sat up over Grif. “Grif, I…”



Grif looked at him blearily. He blinked, trying to get rid of his tears. Church smiled and gently wiped Grif’s face.



“It’s okay.” He said softly.



Grif smiled as Church’s hand delved between his legs, fluttering around Grif’s dripping entrance. “Church, please…”



How long had he been there? He had counted every time Church had come. It was a lot easier counting how many times he had come himself. Himself? A grand zero.



Grif glanced at the ring preventing his release. “Church…”



Church slid into Grif, groaning slightly. Grif winced. It was seriously starting to hurt. Church ran his tongue up Grif’s neck, nipping at his ear.



“Church.” He whined in pain.



He thrust into Grif, gripping his hips. “Grif?”



“Church, please. Ow.” Grif squirmed.



Church stared at him, continuing his movement. “What is it that you want, Grif?”



Grif whispered. “Please let me…”



“Let you…?”



“I wanna come.” Grif whimpered.



Church wrapped long fingers around Grif’s erection. Grif arched against him, tears softly falling. Church kissed him gently as he slipped the ring from Grif.



“You’re not leaving tonight.” Church whispered in Grif’s ear.



“I won’t, I won’t.” he babbled.



Church moved faster, hand aided by leaking pre-come. Grif screamed his release with Church.



“Church, Church…” Grif mumbled.



Grif grasped Church to him, happy to finally be able to hold him. “Grif, you’ll be feeling this for days.” Church smirked.



The orange soldier closed his eyes. “Yeah…”



Church lay beside him. “Go to sleep.”



Grif smiled as he drifted off to sleep. Church frowned as he looked at him, shrugged, and curled beside him.