National Day: Kiss A Ginger Day

Yes, yes I know Peter Quill isn’t a ginger.  But his two Mates are!

Peter walked into the kitchen to see Aguilar chopping up some vegetables, the knife working at a speed, he was sure was inhuman.  Callum had papers all over the table, mostly likely intel for the next mission the two were supposed to go on.

“It’s National Kiss a Ginger Day.”

They both paused and looked at him, as if he was insane.  Well being Mated with these two for the past few years, had pushed him further to the edge.  That was despite working for Henry.

“I’m not a ginger, but you two are.”  He grinned at both of them.  “So which one should I kiss first?”

Callum laughed lightly, but was over the table and in front of Peter is seconds.  He pulled him close, kissing him soundly.  Then glanced at his brother, who was shaking his head in fondness.  “Don’t worry about him, I’m more the ginger.”

Aguilar set the knife down, wiped his hands on a towel, then pushed his brother out of the way before kissing Peter with a soft tenderness.  “He’s an arse.”

“We’re twins, which means you’re one to.”  Callum teased, as he moved behind Peter, effortlessly making sure he’s trapped between them.  “So shall we proceed with this whole ‘Kiss a Ginger’ idea.”

Peter nodded with enthusiasm.  “Oh yeah.”