Special Party- an Enorace One-shot

Beach Party

A/N: Ayeee here

Chapter 2: Beach Sleepover

"Can't I come with?!"

"But sleeping at the beach sounds fun!

"Please let us come with Enoch!"

The said dirty-blonde haired boy had made the worst possible decision: talking. Or more specifically, talking about his plans.

All I said was I'm sleeping at the beach, and these idiots just have to ask.

"But-"

"The next person to ask about it are becoming my new dolls, alright?!" He shouted, his irish accent somehow even thicker (wink wink nudge nudge) than usual, laced with annoyance.

Immediately, all the peculiar children went quiet. But, one certain male sunk into his seat, the one about to ask a question. The boy that, much to his own frustration, liked the racoon-eyed peculiar. Horace Somnusson.

All Enoch wanted was one damn night of peace and quiet, and seeing as Jacob constantly told his own stories, and that the loop was collapsed so they could go on internet, the house was never silent. But, if Enoch O'Conner was being honest with himself, there was always one person that he could go to for comfortable silence: Horace. His best friend... and as much as he hated it, crush. That was why even the 'big bad Enoch' felt bad for yelling when the fancy boy tried speaking. As usual he didn't know how to deal with his feelings so he stormed down to his basement room, and gathered his things for his campout by the shore.

~~~the evil potatoes are forcing me to do a timeskip to at the beach sry~~~

After setting up a small shelter by the sand, the short male striped to his boxers and went into the cold water, gasping at the coldness. The sun was already set, but the sky was a light indigo color. For the first time in a while, Enoch smiled. So, in the most shallow of the water on the sand, he laid down, relaxed.

At least until-

"Enoch!"

A soft and timid british voice called him, and immediately the 'necromancer' knew it was Horace. As frustrated as he was, seeing the kind smile made him happy. But as always, he couldn't say or show that.

"What are you doing here? I wanted to be alone!"

"I took a nap, and... had a nightmare, no one else would help me?"

"...Fine, sit here." He 'exasperatedly' sighed, patting the wet (lenny face) sand next to him.

"And get my suit filthy?! Never!" When the insomnia-ridden boy observed Enoch, he saw that he had close to nothing on, so his pale face turned bright pink.

"Just take it off then. It's either that, or leave me the hell alone!"

Hesitantly, Horace Somnussonwent behind a rock, and went down to his boxers as well. When he came back out, his face was a pure red, and he slowly walked back to the dirty blonde, who was looking out at the water with a small smile. Of course Horace was... surprised, and amazed, to see the grumpiest person he had ever met smile.

"Wow... your smile..."

"Hm? What was that?"

"I said- heh, nevermind. So what are you doing out here?"

"Relaxing. Everyone else has been crazy lately, stupid music and social media. Tch."

"Well, I haven't!" His soft voice said rather proudly, Enoch turning his head slightly to look at the male.

"Yeah. T... thank you." Uncharacteristcly, the racoon-eyed boy went slightly timid, blushing.

"What for?" He scooted closer to the short boy, tilting his head slightly. He was completely clueless as to why Enoch was acting shy.

"For being respetcful and kind, and, back off!" Reality was, the boy with the top hat was simple too cute for him. The closer he got, the more he felt as though his chest was going to burst. And, it was obvious. So, as dense as Horace was sometimes, he got a plan, topped with a smirk.

"I'm only being like this so you can act the same!" Again, he got closer.

"W-what...?"

Closer.

"I said... I want you to be kind, Enoch. Even if not to others, at least me."

Closer.

Now, their faces were inches apart, an irish boy's completely red and flustered, the british one slightly nervous, but wearing a smirk.

"Enoch~

"H-horace...?"

"Eno-"

"For the love of god!"

With that, the racoon eyed male tackled the other and smashed his lips on Horace's, holding him tightly. After the initial shock, the brit kissed back, smiling. After what felt like forever, they parted for air, both panting a bit, blushing deeply.

"I love you."

The two voices that usually clashed, said in unison, sounding perfect together.

"Ya know... I'm actually very glad you followed me here... love."

So? Good? And, give me ideas for next one-shots!! A few A.U.s I have already: Demon/Angel, Monster, and half animal (NOT FURRIES I HATE THEM BURN WITH FIRE)