Scott x Peter
Waking up in the morning wasn't easy for Scott and Peter, especially for the young leader. The two men were sprawled on the bed, Scott's arm laying across Peter's stomach and his head resting on Peter's chest. Scott stirred as the alarm went off.
Scott was always the one that woke up first and was always the one to wake Peter. He removed the eye mask from his face, placing it under his pillow. Closing his eyes, he turned to the dresser and shut off the alarm.
"Peter, wake up," Scott said, eyes still shut. "We have training today and you need to get up."
That earned a groan in response. If Scott could, he would roll his eyes. He reached out for his glasses on the dresser. Feeling nothing, he frowned. 'Goddamn it, Peter.'
"Where are my glasses?"
Peter sat up. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Hm?"
"Where are my glasses? I know you took them," Scott repeated.
Peter shrugged, a devilish smirk on his face. "I don't know, you have to kiss me to find out," Peter told him, the smirk now turning into a toothy smile.
"Are you holding my glasses hostage just so you can get a kiss from me?" Scott questioned.
"Yes."
He frowned. He wasn't impressed. "Peter, if you don't give me my glasses I will open my eyes and blast you into the girl's locker room," Scott warned.
Peter gave him a false hurt look. He put up one finger. "Hold on."
Peter was gone. A breeze went by and in a second, he appeared back on the bed. "Here."
Scott took the glasses from Peter and placed them on his face. He grinned. "Thank you."
He pulled Peter's face closer to his and kissed him on the lips.
"So I only get a kiss if I do something good?" Peter's face slowly broke into a grin as he pulled Scott even closer to him.
"Don't ruin it, please."
"No promises," he said, delivering another kiss onto the leader's lips.