Peter x Scott
As someone who grew up Christian, Scott knows nothing about Hanukkah. For the holidays, Scott didn't know precisely what to get his boyfriend. He already missed the first five days of Hanukkah and Scott already deemed himself as a terrible boyfriend. He didn't even know any of the traditions or that there were eight days of Hanukkah.
Was he even supposed to get him a gift for Hanukkah?
"Why don't you ask Magneto for help?" Jean asked.
"Because he isn't too keen of me dating his son nor does he like me," Scott responded, but deep down he was too afraid go approach him.
"Scott, you have three days to get Peter a gift," Jean reminded him.
"I'll figure it out."
When Peter came back from his mother's house, Scott waited patiently in his room. His stomach fluttered and churned as he sat down waiting on Peter's bed. A few minutes later and Peter entered the room with a travel bag in his hand. His face lit up when he saw Scott and he tossed his bag to the side and began to take off his winter coat.
"Hey, Scott what's up?" Peter asked. He tossed his coat into the closet and speed himself onto the bed. Peter greeted Scott with a peck on his cheek.
"I know it's definitely late, but I wanted to get you a gift for…Hanukkah."
"You don't really have too, I already got tons of gift from family members."
"Oh."
"But if you want to give me one, I won't mind," Peter said with a shrug.
Scott took a deep breath as he went to give the gift bag to Peter. He didn't know why he felt so nervous. Scott mentally punched himself for getting a gift bag decorated with Christmas trees instead of finding a Hanukkah-themed design, but none of the stores offered said designs. Peter pulled out the colorful tissue papers and took out his gift.
His eyes widen when he saw the cassette tape. "Holy shit." Scott smiled at the giant grin on Peter's face. Peter flipped the cassette tape to the back with the words written 'Peter's Favorite Songs'. There was also a small folded paper taped to the back filled with the list of songs on the cassette tape. "Scott, this is fucking awesome."
Scott chuckled lightly. "Your welcome." The weight on his chest had lifted.
Peter put the cassette tape back into the bag and wrapped his arms around Scott, pulling his boyfriend into a hug.
"You know?" Peter questioned. "You're the fucking best."
Before Scott could say anything,
Peter locked his lips with his. Scott deepened the kiss and in the back of his head, he congratulated himself for following his guts.