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Grif hated this fucking canyon. Blazing sun during the day, and freezing cold at night? Couldn't the weather make up it's fucking mind?
The armor was too bulky, and PJ's were too thin. It didn't help that Sarge had cut up all of Grif's shirts for rags to wash the Warthog, so he only had pajama bottoms to wear at night. All they got for bedding was a couple of sheets and one very measly blanket.
Damn, it was cold. He shivered, twitching his nose, which was freezing in the cool air.
Fuck this.
He turned over in his cot, eyeing its twin on the opposite side of the room. There was Simmons, looking warm and content on his own mattress, under his own undoubtedly warmer blanket, Grif assured himself. He probably didn't even need it, those cyborg parts kept him nice and warm, didn't they? Sure they did. And Simmons wouldn't want him to freeze to death over here if there was another blanket available, right? Of course not.
This is what he told himself as he rolled out of his bed, cursing at the cold cement floor that greeted his bare feet. Quietly, he snuck across the room, a hand stretched out in front of him to try and snatch the blanket. He inched his fingers closer… and closer…
"Grif? What are you doing?"
Crap.
"Oh, uh, you're awake? Um, I was just…"
Simmons, now looking very much awake, turned over. "Were you trying to steal my blanket again?"
"What? Er, no, I mean…" Grif huffed, deciding whining was the best way to get his point across, "Siiimmons, it's so cooold!!"
"Yeah, it's cold. Which is why I need my fucking blanket! Go back to bed."
"It's too cold to sleep! C'mon."
"Grif, I'm not giving you my blanket! It's just as fucking cold on this side of the room, jackass!"
The orange soldier sighed. "You can't sleep either, huh?"
"I could if Sarge would let us turn up the heat a few degrees!" Simmons was obviously tired- he wouldn't openly criticize their leader if he were fully awake.
"So you're not gonna let me have the blanket, then?"
"No."
"There's no point in both of us having to suffer! At least one of us should get a decent night's sleep."
"Alright, why don't you let me have yours then? We both know I'm gonna be the only one using any energy tomorrow."
Grif grumbled, "That's not what I had in mind."
"Well too bad, cuz I'm not giving you mine, either."
"Fine, whatever. Goodnight, then," he sighed.
Then a thought crossed Simmons mind, "Wait, what if we… no, nevermind."
"Hmm? What?"
"What if we… share the blankets?"
"That's what I'm saying! You share your blanket with me!"
"No, I mean… we share both of the blankets together. And share body heat… and the bed."
"Oh…" Grif quirked an eyebrow. "That sounds kind of gay, dude."
Simmons blushed. He knew Grif would say that- why would he even suggest it? It was a stupid idea. "Yeah, forget it."
"Well I mean… I guess it would be a lot warmer."
"Yeah, but-"
"Ok."
"Wait, really?"
"It's cold as fucking hell in here. Yes, really." Grif crossed to his bed, grabbing his own blanket before returning to Simmons. "Scootch over."
Simmons looked at him for a moment in disbelief, then scooted back and held the blanket up for Grif to get in. Grif laid the second blanket on top of them, then slid in next to Simmons. He pushed his back against Simmons chest, snuggling into the delicious heat. "Wow, this is warm. Awesome!"
"Yeah, warm." Simmons could feel his face grow hot, and it wasn't from the extra blanket.
"This is much more comfortable," Grif said, then turned his head to glance back at his friend. "You okay? You seem kind of stiff."
Now Simmons knew his face must be red. He couldn't mean- "Stiff?? What do you-"
"Yeah, like, get comfortable." Oh thank God, that's what he meant! Simmons forced his head back against the pillow, trying to make his body relax. Several minutes passed, and Simmons had just gotten comfortable again when Grif sighed.
"Dude," he said, startling his teammate by turning over, "You need to chill out and relax."
"What?"
"You're still stiff as a board back there! Loosen up, it's like you've never slept with someone in your bed before!" Simmons blushed, turning away from his new bed-mate. Grif blinked. "Oh my God, really? You've never slept with anyone…"
"I didn't say that."
"But it's true!" Grif snickered. "And here I thought that I was teasing you about crap I made up. You're really a virgin?"
"Shit," the cyborg muttered, rubbing his face with his hands.
"Oh, gee," Grif said, grinning, in his best girly-voice, "Simmons… am I your first?"
"If you're gonna act like a fucking twelve year old about this, you can go back to your own fucking bed."
"This was your idea, genius, don't act all shy now."
"You're the one who jumped at the idea to sleep with me!" Simmons flinched. It sounded sooooo gay when he said it.
Grif didn't seem to notice. He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Dude, just relax," he said, pushing Simmons back into the pillows and laying next to him, his head ending up resting on Simmons' shoulder. "Just fucking go to sleep, and I won't tease you about your virginity till tomorrow, ok?"
"Oh, good, something to look forward to," Simmons huffed, resigning to cuddling closer to the other man. Just to get comfortable. And warm. It was definitely not because he liked the feeling of having Grif's body pressed against his own. Of course not…
Grif made a small, sleepy sound in his throat, nuzzling Simmons' shoulder with his chin and moving an arm up to hug Simmons' chest. 'It does feel nice,' the maroon soldier allowed himself to admit, as his eyelids got droopy. 'I could get used… to…'
Soft snoring filled the room as the two fell asleep.