"Enjolras, hold still!" Grantaire cried. His boyfriend, Enjolras, had asked him to paint him, yet he wouldn't stay still and Grantaire was becoming annoyed.
"I've got an itch!"
"How am I supposed to paint you if you keep moving?"
"Okay, okay! I'm sorry!"
Enjolras finally stopped fidgeting and Grantaire began to paint his blonde curls.
"Relax your face a little." he instructed. Enjolras did as he was told and Grantaire moved on to his stunning features; blue eyes, pale skin and a perfect jawline. He had been painting for a good ten minutes when Enjolras moved a hand up to his mouth and yawned into it.
"Enjolras!"
"What? I had to yawn!"
"You're doing it on purpose now!"
"Am not!" Enjolras frowned and put a hand to his chest, pretending to look offended.
"Just hold still! And tilt your head to the left a little."
"Like this?" Enjolras asked, following Grantaire's instructions.
"No, a bit more."
Enjolras tilted his head a lot more that "a bit". Grantaire sighed. He knew exactly what Enjolras was doing. While he didn't want to let Enjolras win, he did want to do what Enjolras was trying to get him to do.
He put his paintbrush down and walked over to Enjolras, placing a hand on his cheek. The blonde smiled and puckered his lips teasingly. Grantaire gave in and kissed Enjolras before pulling away and readjusting his head so that it was where he wanted it.
"You fell straight into that trap." Enjolras laughed.
"I intended to. Now will you stay still?" he asked.
"I don't know. It depends on how I'm feeling." Enjolras replied with a smirk. Grantaire rolled his eyes and returned his canvas.
"There'll be no cuddles tonight if you don't." he threatened. Enjolras didn't move again.
