A/n: Val Creative told me to write a one shot using three words/things she gave me. Here it is. After multiple crashes and freezes and constantly escaping the wrath of both Oz and Elliot and trying to make this at least a page I give you my finished work. -head desk- Hooray for cute one shots.
Oz: -pets K-chan-
-groan-
Disclaimer: I do not own Pandora Hearts, if I did Gil x Oz that is all!
Oz could only describe his torture in one word: Hell. Not because of the fact he was stuck in a room with Elliot, not because they had found Reo's fan fiction and could no longer see that series the same way it was but it was the fact that he had to endure Elliot's constant berating as he tried to get the notes right to moonlight Sonata. Its not his fault that he just didn't have the patience and he who could when you got an arrogant, hot headed and hot teenager yelling at you. Technically he was 25, which meant that he could tell him off, but he didn't instead tuning out the irritating person in the world, Break was more easier then this guy.
Still he couldn't help himself as he listened to the sounds of his voice, not the words but the sounds. He had a nice voice, if only he would stop yelling. There had to be something he could do right? Thinking through the many possibilities, each involving some kind of bodily harm did he get a flashback of Jack and Glen, much in a similar situation with one difference. Jack kissed Glen to shut him up. Could Oz really kiss Elliot? Upon thinking of this he turned his green eyes of cool jade upon him and stared. Noticing the sudden staring Elliot stared back, the familiar haunt of green eyes he saw in his dreams, the similar way he held himself…to another blond he dreamed about. A blond who was best friends with the murder he dreamed of.
"Oz?"
"You need to shut up."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. You are constantly yelling, I'm just not meant to play the piano and if you don't shut up I'll kiss you."
"…."
"…."
"You don't have the guts to!"
"Oh?"
A sudden rustle of clothes as slim arms wrapped around a startled boy before the feel of lips pressing against lip effectively stunned the berating boy. When Oz pulled back, he seemed oddly distant, and that was when he felt Jack push through to the surface, where as Glen did the same and the two smiled before sharing another kiss, leaving Elliot and Oz to wonder why the hell they were naked and in the same bed after sometime. They never tried a piano lesson again.