Author's note: so it's my first venture into this fandom and since I think Scott *drool* is really, really hot, I'm gonna slash him *evil laugh* and I kinda like Lance/Scott only I keep thinking about Lance from Nsync (whom I slash on a regular basis) so it's pretty distracting:)
Disclaimer: not mine, don't sue
Scott winced as he felt the familiar flash of pain shoot through his head.
Pretending to adjust his shades, he imperceptibly massaged his temples. The fearless leader can never show any sign of weakness huh? Scott thought wryly as he laughed along with the others at a joke Kurt had apparently cracked.
"You all right?" Jean whispered softly, putting a comforting hand on his arm.
At that simple gesture, Scott's mood immediately lifted. "Yeah-" he began before he was interrupted by Jean.
"I have to go tell Duncan something," Jean said distractedly, eagerly getting up from her seat and advancing towards the football player who had just entered the cafeteria.
Sighing inwardly, Scott watched Jean's willowy frame leaving the table.
"I'm going for a walk," Scott said abruptly, ignoring the curious looks of the younger X-men.
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Scott leaned back against the bench, trying to relax among the foliage and trees surrounding him.
"What, the high and mighty leader of the X-men is all alone?" A mocking voice suddenly snapped Scott out of his silent reverie.
Whirling his head around, Scott scowled as he stood up warily. "What do you want Alvers?"
Instead of answering him, Lance Alvers casually walked over to Scott, keeping his dark eyes fixed on Scott as he walked closer to him.
"Pining after Miss perky again huh?" Lance jeered.
"No," Scott replied tersely, feeling rather indignant.
Without warning, Lance suddenly pounced on him, catching Scott by surprise.
Letting out a very unleaderlike shriek as he fell backwards, Scott tried to wriggle out from underneath Lance unsuccessfully.
Pining Scott to the ground, Lance licked his lips lusciously, staring at Scott as if Scott was the prey and he was the predator.
"Get off me," Scott ordered in a trembling voice, willing his voice not to crack.
"What if I don't?" Lance asked lazily, cocking his head to the side to study the flushed, cutely flustered visage of Scott Summers.
As Scott gazed back at Lance speechlessly, he felt a wave of inexplicable emotions wash over him. Before he could explore those emotions, Lance was roughly hauled off by a figure.
"Get out of here!" Duncan scowled, pushing Lance off.
Lance appraised Duncan for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. "See you Summers," Lance said in a mock cheery tone, winking lasciviously at Scott.
"Thanks," Scott said in a slightly shaky voice.
"I'm sorry. I should have been here earlier," Duncan berated himself bitterly. "If Alvers had-"
Scot silenced Duncan by pressing a finger against his lips. "I'm all right and that's all that matters," he said quietly. "Besides I know how hard it is to get rid of Jean," he grinned.
"Does that girl ever stop talking?" Duncan joked in relief. As a serious look settled over his face again, he said earnestly, "we have to stop meeting in secret like this."
"I know," Scott admitted. "Someday," he promised, tilting his face towards Duncan's for a titillating kiss.
"Someday," Duncan echoed as he moaned into Scott's kiss.
~~Someday~~
Author's note 2: didn't expect that did u?! *giggle* in my universe, everyone wants Scott so yep:)