It was a strange night on the night before General Lemarc's funeral. People where working through the night, well almost everyone. As Enjolras was doing a head count of his men, he had noticed that there was only one person was missing.
"Marius," he shouted above the noise, "Where on earth is Grantaire?" Marius gave him an annoyed look, of course he knew where Grantaire was. Everyone knew that Grantaire was at the wine shop, drinking away the revolution. He knew that Marius was annoyed at the fact that Enjolras had prevented him from saying good bye to his new found love, Cosette, and yet he had not said a single word to Grantaire about his drinking.
Enjolras stormed out of the café and into the wine shop. He could not see Grantaire anywhere. "Is he here?" He asked refusing to hide his annoyance. The shop keeper just nodded his head towards the dimly lit corner, to which Enjolras could just about make out a figure in the darkness. He walked over to the table and sat down. Grantaire had barely woken up when her had seen his friend.
"I've been looking everywhere for you." Enjolras said bleakly eyeing up the bottle in his hand.
"Really, you missed my absence?" Grantaire scoffed. He gestured for another bottle to which one of the waitresses brought it in a matter of seconds. Grantaire finished the bottle that he already held in his hand and had started the new one straight away.
"Why must you do this?" Enjolras asked, nodding to the bottle.
"What?" Grantaire asked, "Drink away my sorrows?"
If he was talking to anyone else, they would have offered him some company, along with a sad pitying smile, but not Enjolras, not with his apparent stone heart. Never had Grantaire seen him smile for something other than the revolution.
"We have to be ready for tomorrow." Enjolras said standing up.
"Ready to die? How can you be ready to die when you have not yet lived?" Grantaire spat.
Everyone knew that Enjolras had done nothing but fight for France, he had not even taken the pleasure of a woman yet. Enjolras had known that everyone knew about his innocence, but he did not think that Grantaire knew.
"I live for the revolution," Enjolras said proudly.
"And I live for this delightful bottle of wine. Do me one favour and I will stop, only for tonight." Grantaire said slamming his bottle on the table.
"What is it that you ask?" Enjolras replied, already knowing that he would regret it.
"Loose it tonight. Celebrate your freedom tonight, either take a whore or take another innocent. Say that you love them and say that you will die for them just don't waste tonight!"
Enjolras was taken a back by the level of passion that Grantaire was speaking, it was the first time he had heard him speak of anything like this.
"This is what makes you this passionate? My innocence?" Enjolras spoke with some confusion.
"Yes, I admit that it is not only your way with words that holds me captivated."
Twice now that Grantaire had surprised Enjolras. Tonight he had learned that Grantaire could actually feel passion and the other was that he captivated him. Enjolras shook his head at the drunken mess that was sat right in front of him and turned away. After about two steps forward, he had felt a pull on his arm. He turned back around instantly, only to see Grantaire's face so close to his own.
"What are you doing?" Enjolras whispered.
"I know that you will not do what I have asked of you," Grantaire whispered back with his eyes focused on Enjolras's lips. Enjolras could taste the wine on his friend's breath and somehow this made him slightly dizzy. Enjolras closed his eyes, trying to focus on tomorrow when he had felt Grantaire's lips pressed against his own. He was pushed on to the wall, which hurt his back a little but he still could not stop receiving the kiss.
Finally, Grantaire pulled away, smiling at his friend's surprised face.
"You seemed to have enjoyed that," he said nodding to the bulge in Enjolras's pants. Blushing, Enjolras tried to hide it as he say down once again.
"What are you doing?" Enjolras whispered, trying to sound angry.
"Why not?" Grantaire asked, whispering back into Enjolras's ear, "Tonight is the night for risks. Take one with me."
Grantaire stood up, almost just as proud as Enjolras had moments ago, and it would have looked amazing if it hadn't been for his swaying. He winked at Enjolras and put the bottle on the table before walking out into the dark streets of Paris. He was half way home when he had heard the soft sound of footsteps running in the distance. Smiling, he carried on walking to his door.
"Grantaire!" he heard a man shout, "Grantaire, did you not hear me calling you?" Enjolras came right into his doorstep so that the pair of them were close together.
"Not really," Grantaire smirked, "What are you doing here, you have a revolution to plan for."
A smirk that matched Grantaire's came across Enjolras's face, "We are all ready, we just need to rest now and you did say that tonight was for risks."
Enjolras pushed Grantaire against his own wall and pressed his lips against Grantaire's.
Enjolras could feel Grantaire's mouth widen into a smile, which was a bit distracting. Enjolras could feel Grantaire's hands all over his own body. Every time his hands sunk lower, his own body reacted very kindly to it.
"Eager a bit aren't we?" Enjolras joked as he had taken a moment to breath.
"Well the clock is ticking," Grantaire said as he opened his front door and walked through, waiting for Enjolras to follow.
Enjolras did not think that he would have been this eager, the two had barely got on together as friends. With all of this in mind, Enjolras only needed to take one look at the man standing in the hallway light and his decision was made.
As soon as Enjolras shut the front door behind himself, he was greeted to Grantaire's soft lips and of course Grantaire's surprisingly strong arms tugging at his clothing.
Grantaire pushed Enjolras down onto the sofa, still trying to remove the top half of
his clothing at least. Grantaire had managed to remove Enjolras's treasured red jacket and next came his shirt and whith the man's bare chest exposed, Grantaire could do nothing but marvel at the beauty that was Enjolras.
As Grantaire was preoccupied by the beauty that was in front of him, Enjolras ripped Grantaire's own shirt off of his body. Grantaire pushed Enjolras back down and kissed him with much more force then he had previously done before, or that he had planned on. Grantaire lowered his hands, and started to gently massage Enjolras's crotch. At first, Enjolras's body stiffened, as he was not sure what to do, but Grantaire had lowered his head to Enjolras's ear and as he began to speak, it tickled Enjolras's ear slightly.
"Don't worry," Grantaire breathed, "I've done this before, I know what I'm doing."
Enjolras still seemed very uncomfortable, but Grantaire knew that Enjolras wanted him, he knew because the man could not say otherwise, his erection was speaking volumes.
Grantaire moved down to Enjolras's pants and started to gently remove them. As soon as all of Enjolras's bare skin was exposed, Grantaire knew that not even the revolution would stop him, after all he had been waiting for so long.
Grantaire's lips slowly started to devour Enjolras's chest and as Enjolras's breathing quickened, Grantaire took that as he queue to move further down. Grantaire smiled and winked at the seemingly confused Enjolras, the man honestly did not like the surprises. Grantaire opened his mouth wide and wrapped his lips around Enjolras's hard penis. He could tell that Enjolras enjoyed it, as every time that Grantaire sucked, Enjolras had let out multiple moans.
"Stop," Enjolras said trying to resist, even though he knew that there was nothing that he would rather be doing than this, and that he still gripped Grantaire's dark hair. Grantaire smiled as he stopped and stood up. Once again Enjolras looked confused at Grantaire's actions. He did not want this night to end to fast, not when he knew that so much more could be happening.
Grantaire had slowly started to unbutton his own trousers and when they were off, he took of his underwear just as fast. Enjolras had to admit, he loved seeing Grantaire like this, so confident and so sure of himself.
Grantaire laid on top of Enjolras and could feel the warmth of his skin radiating onto his own. He started on Enjolras's neck, having making the conclusion that Enjolras had never felt the pleasure of a few simple kisses there, which was another thing that his Patria could never offer, soon enough he was inside Enjolras, feeling every pleasure through every moan. Enjolras seemed to enjoy it, he was matching Grantaire's rythem and Enjolras knew that he would not have been so bothered as to die right now, as he happy where he was, by Grantaire's side.

Author note:

Sorry about the crappy sex scene, I'm not that good at writing stuff like that, but please feel free to review, need all the feedback that I can , please note that I have only watched the Les Mis movie. Also this is only the first chapter