Enjolras x Grantaire one shots

Shut up.

Enjolras was trying to focus on his law essay which, although it wasn't due for a good few days, he wanted to complete it now. Combeferre shared an apartment with Enjolras, and Courfeyrac, with Grantaire. Enj and R had fallen out, yet again, and the others had decided they'd had enough of it, so they decided to shove them in one apartment until they sorted things out, while 'Ferre stayed with Courf, which neither of them minded much since they happened to be falling for each other. Enjolras and Grantaire minded very much however. Although 'Taire was madly in love with E, he knew how the leader hated him, and he wasn't sure he could bear being yelled at and scolded by him. And he quickly found out that that was exactly what he was going to have to put up with. Within 30 minutes of them being alone together, Grantaire had made some cynical comment about Enjolras' work, to which the latter simply insulted him, and a fight broke out between the two. The'd been sitting in silence for over an hour, Enj had resumed his essay on the couch, and R had returned to his bottle of cheap wine, sat on the kitchen table.

He finally decided to pipe up. "Watcha doin'?" he asked, not even really interested but he felt he had to say something.

Enjolras replied as bluntly as one could imagine. "I'm writing an essay for law, Grantaire. Now would you please leave me alone so I can focus."

"Jesus. I was only trying to make conversation, I mean we're gonna be stuck here until we do so we might as well try."

"They can't keep us in here forever, and if they insist on doing so, we can talk another day, but right now I have to get this finished." Enj didn't lift his eyes from the screen even for a second.

"It's literally not even due till Thursday and it's Monday." Grantaire immediately regretted what just came out of his mouth but it was said and he couldn't take it back.

"How do you know that?" Enjolras asked sharply, darting his eyes to the skeptic for once.

"I- uh- I kinda looked at your timetable." he answered, embarrassed.

"Why?"

"You just seem to have been so caught up in work, and I wanted to see how busy you were, that's all. I didn't mean to pry I just-" he was rambling, desperately trying to justify himself, even though he hadn't done anything particularly wrong.

Enjolras wasn't in the mood for it so he just cut him off. "It's fine, just don't invade my privacy again. We may be living together for the time being, but you can't be going through my stuff."

"Yeah, sorry."

There was a pause for a few minutes before Grantaire finally asked the burning question on his mind.

"Why do you hate me?"

"Huh?" Enjolras was slightly confused as he had been so consumed in his writing.

"I mean I get the basics, like I'm a drunk and I mock your idealism and blahdy blah but why do you actually hate me?"

"I do not hate you per se, but if you're asking why I don't like you it's simply the reasons you just said. Nothing beyond the fact that you live to annoy me." You and I both know that the reason Enjolras hated the cynic so much, was because he made him feel something that he didn't want to feel. Something that could distract him from work, or the revolution. Something that very closely resembled love.

"Come on. There has to be something deeper than that. You wouldn't say all that shit that you do to me, just because I annoy you." R was starting to get frustrated.

"I don't know what you want me to say, that's the truth." He hated lying.

"Okay. If you want to play pretend with yourself, then that's fine-" he took another swig from his bottle, "- but I know there's something else. I may not know what, but hey, that's just me being stupid, like you say." He had become sarcastic in his words.

"Just shut up, Grantaire."

For some inexplicable reason, R suddenly felt a wave of anger rush through him, he didn't even know himself why it had happened, but he couldn't help raising his voice, and his tone became cross. "Why don't you come over here and make me?" He was expecting E to come over and punch him of course.

Enjolras set his laptop down beside him, and walked over to Grantaire. He stepped so close to him, that he could taste the alcohol on his breath as the drunk insulted him again, trying to provoke a fight. "Fuck you, Enjolras." he spat. The blond almost punched him, almost. But instead he grabbed the back of his neck and pressed his lips against his, in a violent kiss before he could stop himself.

After a few seconds, he separated himself and said, "You're making me contemplate my two options." not elaborating until prompted to.

"Which are?"

"Breaking my promise to myself that I would never accept my feelings for you, or just screw it."

Grantaire couldn't believe what he was hearing. Did Enjolras actually like him? And as more than a friend? (He daren't assume love just yet) "Which is winning?" he queried, nervous for the reply.

"The latter."

R smiled, for that was all he could show on the outside, but on the inside? He was glowing with happiness, with love. He pulled Enjolras into a second kiss, even more passionate than the first, shoving him against the wall, still grinning all the while.

A/N: "make me" lmaooo