Ricochet feels on top of the world. He's just won an opportunity to face Gunther for his intercontinental title, and it's Christmas season? So as soon as he walks backstage, there's Christmas lights, and soft music, and a little tree in catering twinkling just so off to the side. He takes it all in, grin growing.
"Be careful, someone might say you're proud," Pete's voice sounds out behind him and Ricochet quickly turns, throwing his arms around him in a tight hug. He pointedly ignores Pete's grunt at the impact and just holds him close.
"I am!" he says, rocking them both back and forth in his glee. "I finally get a chance to win back my title, and it's the best time of year!"
"Bitterly cold?" Dunne quips and Ricochet rolls his eyes, pinching his side.
"No! Christmas, you Scrooge," he teases.
"Oh, that thing," he says blandly, and Ricochet rolls his eyes, going in for another pinch. Dunne grabs him this time, however, holding his fingers loosely, with a quirked eyebrow.
Ricochet huffs, unbothered. "What are you going to do?" he asks, wiggling his fingers in Pete's grasp.
Pete watches him for a moment, then casts a quick glance around the hallway they're currently standing in before lifting his fingers and pressing a lingering kiss to his knuckles. "Congrats on the win," is all he says before releasing Ricochet's hand and walking off, as cool as can be.
Ricochet flushes hot, then shakes his head, holding his hand close to his chest, still feeling the warm pressure of Pete's lips against his skin. "Yeah, like I'm going to let him get away with that," Ricochet grumbles before storming off. He only stops long enough to pluck a twig of mistletoe from the pile of random decorations left waiting to be used near that lone tree. "HEY! PETE! Hold up!"