Enjolras x Grantaire one shots

Couch.

A/N: This is before they admit feelings for each other, it's also kinda random but oh well.

Grantaire woke up on a couch. For a few minutes he wasn't sure where he was, but then he saw the flag hung up in one corner of the room, and posters all over the walls and he realised he must be in Enjolras' apartment. He was waking up on Enjolras' couch. The thought struck him and opened his eyes fully, to see E in the kitchen, making coffee.

When he turned around from the counter he said, "Oh! Morning. Sleep alright?"

"Uh yeah I guess, although I've got a splitting headache." he was confused "And, why the fuck am I here?"

"Well, last night, I was taking a walk, cause sometimes I just liked to when there's no one about," E explained, "and I saw you, bordering on black-out drunk, stumbling through the streets, trying to find your way home from the bar at well gone 3 in the morning. So instead of letting you go home, I brought you here so that I knew you would be safe, and get a good rest... and also that you wouldn't drink anymore."

It was a lot to take in, just waking up. "Well that explains the headache then. Got any paracetamol?" he asked pathetically. "And, uh, thanks, for letting me stay."

"Oh it's no problem." Enjolras responded, handing R two pain killers, and him swallowing them with the glass of water that was somehow beside him. All he could think about was grabbing Enjolras by the hips and kissing him until he couldn't breathe. But he couldn't because a god like Enjolras would never feel that way for a drunk like him.

"Uh, well I better be going then." R said frankly, trying to stand up.

E's heart sank, but he thought quickly. "At least stay for breakfast. Please?"

Grantaire sighed, this was only going to make it harder but he couldn't refuse that offer. "Sure." 

A/N: oooooh what's gonna happen