Michael x Ennard Oneshots (Smut, Fluff, Angst)

Seripmav (Fluff and smut)

This one is loosely based off of a SpongeBob animation by @Horror Shorts Party

(1982)

The Aftons were known as the town's sweethearts. Mr. and Mrs. Afton were both extremely attractive, forcing their children to be the same way.

Their eldest son had enchanting features that made anyone who glanced stare in awe, and the two youngest had faces so adorable you couldn't help but coo.

The Anderson's had just moved into town, and their son, Noah, was sick of being unable to make friends.

No one ever approached the teen because of the way his face looked--even without meaning to or knowing, Noah always looked as if he was out for murder.

This wasn't his fault exactly, it was just the way his face fell. The most difficult part of his situation, though, was knowing he wouldn't ever get the chance to befriend the alluring Afton teen.

Mike was well-mannered and never rude to anyone--passive aggressive maybe, but not outright bitchy.

Noah could barely even fathom talking to Mike since he'd become an outcast in the town, once again. He'd steal glances at Michael, and when they were returned, Noah would nearly collapse under the sweet smile Mike would give him every time.

Noah was standing outside of the school. Classes let out 10 minutes ago, and he was smoking a cigarette before making his way home.

"Whatcha got there?" Michael spoke softly as he came up behind Noah, putting his hands on the latter's shoulders while peering over to look at what was in his hands.

The way Mike's breath felt on his neck and how he touched him was enough to get Noah a bit flustered. The former noticed something was up and decided to stand next to the boy instead of behind.

Noah watched the shorter boy beside him and it was almost majestic, the way Mike's dark fluffy yet curly hair moved in the slight breeze, highlighting his long eyelashes and beautiful blue eyes.

Noah must have been staring for too long--because Michael grew tired of waiting for his response and instead snatched the cig out of his fingers, taking a puff and deciding it was now his.

Noah was still at a loss for words, looking at Mike with the same face that everyone was so scared of. Although this time, the one looking back at him didn't seem so scared.

Michael laughed. "You're looking at me like I just chopped off your dick. If you didn't want to share you coulda just said so, but you don't talk much, huh?" He chuckled, the low yet soothing voice mixed with the British accent causing Noah's facial features to noticeably lighten up.

"Uh- no....no- I- it's um, fine.." He stammered, messing up almost every word he meant to say. Internally, Noah was kicking himself for already blowing his first chance at speaking with the young Afton.

"You nervous? I kinda thought you wanted to talk to me with all that staring you like to do," Mike laughed again. Noah was beyond embarrassed, but still wasn't able to find the words he needed.

"W-Well no!! I mean, I do! It's just that- you're um, a little intimidating.."

That same smile appeared on Michael's face once again, as he stifled back a laugh.