Wintertime cuddling (a TSM fanfiction)

Good morning

Peter wasn't sure what woke him. Maybe it was the golden morning sun drifting in through the windows, or the friendly chatter of the other teammates in a nearby room. Whatever it was, it didn't matter, because he was awake now. Vincent, on the other hand, was not.
Vincent had one arm resting on Peter's chest, fingers loosely gripping onto his shoulder. The other arm lay stretched out underneath his pillow. Much like last night, Peter was stuck with his sleepy support clinging onto him.
"Vincent," Peter said, yawning. "C'mon. Let's get up."
Vincent didn't respond.
Unsure of what to do, he forced himself to sit up, brushing off Vincent's hand which was loosely grabbed onto Peter's shirt. Vincent furrowed his brow from the loss of contact, eyes still closed.
Peter payed no attention to this, though he felt guilty for leaving him alone, and started getting dressed.

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Peter's back was the first thing he saw that day, although he was in such a daze and still trying to wake up that he couldn't process the situation. All he knew was that Peter was not standing by the closet, like he was now, when the two of them fell asleep. That was kind of a problem in that moment.
"Peter..." Vincent whined. "Come back..." Vincent stretched out his arms, coaxing him to continue cuddling.
"Dude come on, we have to get some breakfast." Peter replied. As much as he wanted to climb back into bed for a few more hours, getting practice was much more important.
Vincent rubbed his eyes with the knuckle of his index finger, a pout still present on his lips.
"Fine..." He said.
Peter sighed and walked over to the edge of the bed, grabbing Vincent by the wrists and pulling him up.
"Hurry up, you loser!" He said. Vincent, shocked by the sudden force pulling him forward, let himself fall into a hug.
Their noses were almost touching.
They could feel each other's breaths against their skin.
Vincent was staring into his eyes.
Peter's heart was telling him to go for it, to kiss him right on the lips, and that's what he wanted to do. But he couldn't.
Vincent laughed, looking up at his AD Carry. A light pink hue crept its way onto Peter's face.
"Okay, at least you're up now." He said quickly, pulling him completely up and onto the carpeted floor. He let go of Vincent's arms, flustered, and started making the bed.
Vincent began to blush too, looking back at him. He wasn't sure what it was about that boy, but Peter just made him blush from every glance at him that Vincent made.