"Over there! Shoot over there! Enjolra- ENJOLRAS THAT'S ME!" cried Grantaire.
"I am aware!" Enjolras smirked.
"Enjolras, no. Enjolras! GOD DAMN IT YOU KILLED ME! I thought we were on the same team!"
"And I thought that you were gonna clean the dishes last night, but I guess we were both wrong."
"That doesn't mean you had to kill me!"
"Maybe next time you should wash the dishes when it's your turn."
Grantaire pressed the pause button on his remote control.
"Oi, what're you doing?" Enjolras cried.
"There's something I've been meaning to tell you." Grantaire said quietly.
"What is it?" Enjolras looked concerned and Grantaire smiled at the crease in his forehead where he was frowning.
"Well, I was hoping to show you more than tell you as I'm not very good with words."
"Are you kidding me? You're amazing with-"
"Enjolras, just shut up and listen, you know what I meant. Okay, here goes."
Enjolras' breathing stopped for a second when he saw Grantaire leaning towards him. He knew exactly what was about to happen and he had wanted it for so long.
Grantaire pressed his lips to Enjolras' and immediately knew that his feelings for Enjolras were mutual; he could tell by the hunger with which Enjolras kissed him.
They were deep into the kiss, their bodies intertwined, when Courfeyrac walked in.
"Hey, guys what do you want for - OH MY GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE PLAYING VIDEO GAMES!" he shrieked.
"I forgot he was here." Grantaire muttered to Enjolras, "Courf, don't freak out."
"I'M NOT FREAKING OUT! I JUST NEED TO GO AND CLAIM MY BETTING MONEY, SEE YA!" Courfeyrac ran out of the door.
"Betting money?" Enjolras repeated.
"After him!" Grantaire grinned. Enjolras did as the brunette said, grabbing him by the hand and running after their friend. Courfeyrac had a lot of explaining to do.
