Yaaay, learninghowtobreathe decided to start 30 days OTP challenge!

Before we start, here are couple of disclaimers / announcements:

I am new to this fandom. Like new new. Please don't kill me? I have no ideas how the rules are (like I ever did in any fandom... But, anyway.)

I kinda made up whole AU... I don't know how, but it sorta just happened. So, Enjolras and R are flatmates and they're going to Uni, college, whatever you want to call it, Enjloras is into politics and Grantaire paints and there of course are all the other's of Les Amis. More as the story develops.

I am going to cheat so it fit the plot I have in mind., so I won't do all the prompts.

For some days there will be drawings.

I am actually pretty busy with classes, classes and even more classes so updates will be irregular and chaotic and haphazard and please pray for me so I survived.

1: Holding hands.

It was actually just a matter of time, everybody said after. Everybody expected that. It's just somehow kept not happening.

Some may say that there's always sexual tension involved when two people argue so much that they can't talk without things getting heated. Well, it was certainly true statement when applied to Enjolras and Grantaire. How the two of them managed to live together for such a long time without killing each other or falling into each other's arms was beyond the comprehension of their friends.

But it had been three years now and they live in relative peace, save the arguments of course.

It was just this one day when everything went to hell.

It all started really unsuspicious, with Enjolras finishing his course an hour earlier and deciding to check if Grantaire was going straight home after his classes so they could go together. Just a thing good friends do.

He packed his bag, not rushing really, lost is his mind and still immersed in the topic of just finished class. Grantaire's studio was in the other side of the building, so when he finally get there the hallwat was already empty, and R was just leaving the room. His black curls were sticking wildly over his head, stained a bit with yellow paint, the same paint stained his black t shirt and torn jeans. He has his head down, eyes fixed on the floor, but when he saw Enjolras coming towards him his face lightened and he smiled, smile, lopsided smile.

"Hi, man, what are you doing here?" He frowned.

"Waiting for you, as you see."

"Yeah, but...why? Don't you have, I don't know, classes to attend?" Grantaire raised his brows, aiming for sarcasm, but his words failed him and question came out awkward.

"I finished earlier." Enjolras stated matter-of-factly. "Thought we will come home together. We could go and eat something, a proper meal?"

Grantaire shrugged, fiddling with his bag.

They didn't walk in silence for long. First, Enjolras started talking about his last class, the one which he couldn't quite get out of his head. It lead him to the actual situation happening on the west, and then, of course, Grantaire had completely different view, so before fifteen minutes passed they were arguing fiercely.

It was just as Grantaire caught Enjolras' wrist while he was gesticulating, his hands mere centimeters before R's nose.

They went silent suddenly, shocked by spark that seemed to pass between them at this innocent skin-on-skin contact.

Enjolras was staring at the Grantaire's tattooed fingers embracing his wrist and covering words of sentence he had inked on his hand, on startling contrast between his marble skin and R's tanned hands.

Grantaire cleared his throath loudly, his cheeks tinted red.

"I'm sorry." He said in strangled voice. "I..."

"Don't." Enjolras all of sudden tangled their fingers together, blushing wildly. "It's okay."

They went home holding hands, not exchanging a word on their way.

2: Cuddling somewhere.

They didn't talk about it. None of them made any comment, no hint was dropped, no direct words said. They just carried on like everyday.

But it became their habit. Somehow, without acknowledging the shift in their relationship, Enjolras and Grantaire started lacing their fingers every time when going anywhere together. And they were going places together a lot. It started slowly – walking together to classes, cause they were leaving at the same time. Walking together back from classes, cause it was easier. Just walks, cause the weather was nice.

They exchanged prolonged glances. Every now and then one of them blushed wildly under the other's gaze. They started to sit closer to each other, touch accidentialy more often.

It was one of this rainy, hazy evenings when they sat together on the couch to watch the movie, The Silence of the Lambs, since they couldn't decide what to watch, kept arguing, and ended up choosing first one from the shelf.

They sat comfortably, Grantaire with his legs in torn jeans over the couch's back, and Enjolras stretching his own long legs as far as he could. Their arms bumped but none of them said anything. Enjolras' hair, let lose, was falling over Grantaire's arm, and he absentmidedly fiddled with them while watching.

As the movie lasted, and the hour got later and later, they were getting more and more sleepy.

By the credits both of them were sound asleep, tangled together, R on his back on the couch and Enjolras in his arms, one of his hands tangled into Grantaire's wild curls.

Grantaire awoke in the middle of the night, but only smiled and cradled his blond friend closer to his chest.

3: gaming / watching a movie

When they wake up in the morning no one of them mentions anything. They untangle, but it's slow and unhurried rather than sudden, and less awkward than it should be.

It becomes some kind of silent agreement between them, not approaching the topic of their closeness, these little gestures and prolonged touches going unmentioned but not unnoticed.

Also, they are busy, with mid-term coming, with exams and exams and exams, and even more exams.

Enjolras' perfectionism leads him to closing himself in his room and leaving only for, often forgotten, meals. He studies all the time, immersed in books, surrounded by notes, closed inside his own head.

Grantaire's attitude is slightly different. He sits in his room too, to someone from the outside he might even seem like studying. But he's not.

Grantaire drinks. He drowns his insecurities and uncertainties in vine, until there's nothing left. At some point he realizes he should probably stop, but he doesn't, instead he pours himself another glass, and another, until that thought is also gone.

He mostly tries to forget about the feeling of Enjolras' body wrapped around him, the closeness, his scent and warmth, about one of his fantasies coming to life only to be taken away from him.

But, of course, he can't forget, no matter how much he drinks.

R has enough sanity left to go to his first exam sober, he plans to drink to unconsciousness just as it ends though. He walks Enjolras to the door of his class, as he does everyday now, and is taken by surprise by warm hug he is given. Enjolras seems equally surprised and se escapes as soon as he takes his arm of Grantaire.

R stays there for almost ten minutes, dumbstruck and smiling to himself widely, and decides not to drink this day.

He failes his exam spectacularly, but he never expected more.

Smile doesn't leave his face for whole day, as he waits for Enjolras outside school, as they walk home with their fingers laced, and later as they lay curled on couch watching movie in attempt to relax, in hidden trial to be as close as possible.

They fall asleep this way and it becomes their another habit. Every evening, no matter how full of responsibilities it was, they choose the movie they doesn't really watch, and fall asleep cuddling on the couch. They don't speak about it. They don't acknowlege shift in their relationship.

Enjolras stops forgetting to eat. Grantaire drinks less.

They wake up smiling.

4: on a date

This chapter is a mess. Sorry. I feel awful and I twisted my wrist.

Also, I told you I'll be cheating! This totally counts as a date.

Final exam takes place on friday.

At this point they are both exhausted, wrecked balls of nerves

Enjolras waits at the gate, his perfect hair ruffled from running fingers through them, his eyes surrounded with dark circles.

"Jesus fucking christ, I only want to sleep." Grantaire leaves the the class, his hair and eyes in similar condition as Enjolras'

They lace their fingers tigether as they walk.

Back in the flat they share, they settle on the couch with bottle of vine and two glasses. They don't watch any movie, just sit, talk, look at each other.

Grantaire plays with Enjolras' hair, curling them over his fingers. He's not sure he can, he's not sure what they are, who they are for each other.

But he's in love.

And he can't help himself.

So he lets silky curls wire over his fingers and just tries to cherish the moment.

They are both a little drunk, weariness taking it's toll and making alcohol influence them faster. Enjolras puts his head on Grantaire's arm and all R can think of is the touch of this blond locks on his cheek, warmth and scent Enjolras' shampoo, chamomile surronding him all over.

He thinks that Enjolras' lips are so close to his and he could just lean and...

And then, in the split second their lips are touching, they're kissing and it's perfect. Enjolras' lips are so soft when he licks at them gently, when he opens them and lets him in, his heart stops when their tongues tangle, and then starts to beat so loudly he hears it in his ears like a music, like a soundtrack to their kiss. Then Enjolras' straddles him, pushing him deeper into the settee, and tangles his long fingers into Grantaire's messy curls, and tugs at them lightly as he kisses him deeply, desperately, gentle touches all gone.

They part for air after a moment which feels like eternity.

And then Enjolras starts to giggle gently, ann Grantaire never heard him giggling and it's wonderful, his laugh is lovely and all he can do is to kiss him again.

Somewhere between these kisses Enjolras breathes "we should've done this long ago" and he's right, they should, Grantaire thinks.

But then there's no time for thinking as Enjolras kisses him again and all world stops spinning and there are only the two of them and no one else.

They should've done it long ago.