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Grif yawned as he reached his arms up in the air. The humid warmth of the apartment he shared with Simmons made him consider going back to sleep. A loud groan made itself known from the orange soldier’s stomach. The Hawaiian shook his head and begrudgingly got to his feet. That settled that.
The man meandered to the kitchen where he grabbed a pack of Oreos only to sit back on the couch and grab his laptop. He opened up the search engine and typed in, “War Hero Dexter Grif”. Immediately thousands of results popped up, some were informational pages about the war, however Grif skipped them over.
He was looking for fan websites.
The orange war hero didn’t feel guilty about his secret past time. Who didn’t like to have their ego stroked?
Many of the searches were highlighted pink indicating that he had already visited them. Grif shrugged and clicked on page 4 of the browser, hoping to find some new results. He munched loudly on his cookies. A website called “Me Love Grif and Simmons Long Time.” Pulled up.
The Hawaiian man smiled as he shook his head and moved his mouse a little past the title before changing his mind and clicking the link. He didn’t like the idea of sharing his fame with Simmons but the title had caught his eye.
The website was poorly designed with pictures of Grif and Simmons standing next to each other as the Wallpaper. The info box read: “I am so happy that all of you decided to visit my website! Yay! We all owe Grif and Simmons for the part they played in bringing reunification. This website is dedicated to all things Grif and Simmons! It doesn’t matter how big or how small, please feel free to post! The forum is free for all to use!”
Grif clicked the “forum” button which was highlighted in neon green. There were thousands of posts. Everything ranging from whether Grif wore boxers or briefs to how Simmons liked his tea. It was a little overwhelming. Grif knew that he had some fans but never THIS MANY. There was one link that caught his eye.
“Who do you think tops in the relationship?”
The content was disturbing enough but Grif figured that maybe they were talking about who would be topping when he was in a relationship with someone else. He was sure that he had a ton of fans who wanted to be with him. He clicked the link and was immediately assaulted with pictures which had been photoshopped of him and Simmons in a sexy pose. The picture had Grif with his helmet off in where he seemed to be falling. Simmon’s arms were outstretched apparently catching Grif at the last minute. They lovingly looked into each other’s eyes.
“The fuck?” The orange soldier asked outloud. He read down the thread under the picture.
“My vote is for top Grif! It’s obvious that he has all the control in the relationship!”
“What relationship?!” Grif asked outloud. The answer came on the reply.
“I disagree. Grif is too lazy to initiate anything. He would probably prefer to be bottom, then Simmons could take care of him. Lol.”
“Yeah Simmons is noted for his anal tendencies. Pun intended :).
“Pun received! ;p.” Another anonymous user replied.
“I wonder if Simmons would even know what to do. Doesn’t he scream virgin to you?” Grif narrowed his eyes in thought. Was Simmons a virgin? Yes, he teased him about it but really? He must have had sex before.
Another user added a picture. The picture was of a blushing Simmons. It was drawn in a feminine style with Simmons sitting on a bed. He was wearing an overly large orange T-shirt and his legs were pulled up to his chest, giving a glimpse of too large orange boxers.
The comment under the picture read, “How I imagine Simmons after sex with Grif.”
The thoughts that came into Grif’s head from seeing the picture were a mixture of humor and admiration for the artistic skill. A smile came to the Hawaiian’s face as he imagined Simmon’s reaction to the picture. Though he could admit, Simmons would look good in orange. Was Simmons a blusher? Grif was genuinely getting curious and a little disturbed at where his thoughts were going.
The next comment read, “You forgot the metal. Simmons does sport some cyborg parts. I wonder why?”
“All of you are crazy! This shit is disgusting! You are disgusting for supporting this! Who the hell would want someone who WILLINGLY became a cyborg? Fucking race traitors!” The next comment replied.
There was a myriad of comment calling the guy a jackoff, to explaining why he shouldn’t discriminate against half-cyborgs, and threatening to get the monitor involved. Grif’s lip curled in disgust at the anonymous user. There were still people like this around. People who believed that a person who willingly took on robotic features was a traitor to the “natural” human order. He actually felt insulted on Simmon’s behalf. Who the fuck was this guy to judge his teammate? Especially when Simmon’s sacrifice was due to him and saved his life? It took precious energy which the orange war hero normally wouldn’t exert but it seems that his hands moved on their own.
“Hey you salty bitch back the fuck off. You’re just jealous because Simmons has a bigger dick than you and that he can do ten times as much since he is so enhanced. Don’t be a fucking sore loser flesh bag, you never stood a chance against Simmons. He would already be way better than you even if he didn’t have the robot parts and I bet Grif freaking loves the cybernetics. Hell, Grif could probably drown you in all of his cum from how much he gets off thinking about Simmon’s parts.” And like that he posted it.
And instantly regretted it.
He blushed when he read what he had just wrote. Shit, he was going off of emotion. The Hawaiian man looked desperately for a “remove message” or “edit” button. None were in sight.
“Fuuuucccckkkk.” He groaned into the air. He didn’t mean for his defense of Simmons to come out so gay. Ugh. On the bright side Simmons would never have to know this happened.
Ever.
Grif quickly pushed the back button and he was going to leave the site entirely, never to return but another thread caught his eyes. “Stories of Bravery” shone out in gaudy gold lettering in the middle of the other topics. Grif shrugged. Why not? Maybe not everything on this site was gay. Maybe it was just that subject thread? Forums could be prickly at the worst of times. Grif could always use a new story to tell people.
The stories of Bravery thread was really just a place with links to stories and a small summary. He randomly clicked on what was supposed to be him saving everyone and leading their escape. The story was going pretty well. It was written with the typical war descriptions until the part where he saved Simmons from the blast.
“Grif stared down at Simmons. The other soldier looked up at him with tears running down his shiny large green eyes. “You saved me? Why? I thought you hated me?” He asked in disbelief. The hero worship made Grif’s insides turn to mush. That was all he had wanted. That was why he had worked so hard to stop the villains and save everyone. Not for himself, but for Simmons. Grif gently stroked Simmon’s cheek. “I could never hate you, Dick.” He lovingly whispered as he leaned down and kissed his teammate’s lips. Explosions rang out in the background signaling victory. It was a kiss that years later both Simmons and Grif would always remember.”
The orange soldier shook his head. Ok, this was getting fucked up. Who the hell stops in the middle of a war zone to make out with their partner? That’s like begging to get shot! It’s the worst time to make out! And what the fuck was up with Simmons looking at him with “worship”? What bullshit. The part about Simmons crying was a little funny though.
He clicked another story and instantly felt himself harden, not from it being Simmons as the main character but by the dirty talk that was apparent and covered half the page.
“You are such a fatass. You’re like a fat little piggy. Can’t get enough of my cock can you Grif?” Simmons asked as he slammed Grif’s head down on him to the pubic hairs.
Simmon’s looked down. He smirked at his concubine. Grif would learn. Simmons continued roughly throat fucking his slave.
“You are such a cum whore. You love this don’t you you pig? Make me cum! Show me that your mouth is better suited for swallowing dick instead of swallowing pastries. You were born for this. Born to eat dick and drink cum. You mindless animal.” Simmon slammed the whip on Grif’s back urging him to go faster.
“You have one minute to get me off or I will make you squeal like the pig you are.” Simmons threatened.
Grif quickly exited out of the entire tab. His eyes widened at what he had just read. It was horrible and demeaning and humiliating...and so hot. He scowled at his half hard dick which was pressing against his pants. That was enough of that, Grif concluded. Images of the dominant Simmons that the story portrayed were at odds with the real Simmons. His teammate would probably blush from head to toe if he ever tried to say those words to Grif, but then again, there was that time he had been “captured” by Simmons.
Though the author of the story apparently didn’t know the full mechanics. Why would Simmons whip him while he was sucking him off? That could make him accidentally bite on Simmon’s dick, which would be unsexy, if not funny. Slamming him down on Simmon’s dick was stupid and if that was happening in real life he probably would have vomited on the dick. Oh he could just hear the horrified bitching now. Simmons didn’t really have the ability to be like that. If anything he was such a kiss ass that Simmons would probably LOVE the slave title. He wondered how Simmons would be at service. His partner obviously would be fantastic at it because he was such a hard worker. Grif’s dick jumped at the idea of Simmons serving him.
The door suddenly opened which had Grif instantly covering his (now) hard on with the laptop. Simmons walked in and noticed the suspicious move. “What are you doing? Ew! Gross! Are you watching porn! Not in the living room Grif! How many times do I have to tell you?” Simmons nagged.
“Quit bitching. I’m going to my room!” Grif easily surrendered as he began walking to his room. He was never going to that site again.
Simmons looked taken aback by Grif’s quick retreat but shrugged it off. It was one less thing he had to deal with.