"So, you agree that a strong series of newspaper editorials is the best way to stir up public indignation against these new ordinances."
Grantaire should have been over-the-moon ecstatic. Enjolras was kneeling by his bed, talking to him openly and excitedly. He'd dreamed of this moment, dreamed of the day when Enjolras would finally accept him as a real friend, bestow on him that warmth and passion that Enjolras reserved for those closest to him. And now that day was here. Only, Enjolras wasn't really talking to him. No, Enjolras was addressing his penis.
Grantaire still wasn't sure how his penis came to have the power of speech. He'd been stroking himself in the early hours of one morning, daydreaming of his idol, when his erection spoke. At first, he thought he was still caught in an absinthe-induced dream - absinthe did strange things to his mind, sometimes. He'd finally ascertained that he was indeed both awake and sober, and his cock still talked to him. It only spoke when hard, and that had put a decided cramp in Grantaire's sex life. More curiously, his cock managed to have opinions of its own, independent from Grantaire. One of those opinions was a strong streak of Republicanism.
To start, the discovery was more annoying than anything. Grantaire heard enough Republican talk from his friends, and didn't really need his own organ providing more. It was a bit like living with Enjolras, only without any of the perks. That thought gave Grantaire his idea. Late one night, he hung back in the Musain as his other friends left, staying to catch Enjolras, who often remained alone, working. He'd been deliberately sober for this conversation, and worked up the courage to come clean to Enjolras. The other man had been understandably skeptical, but Grantaire persisted.
By the grace of Lady Luck, it worked. Curiosity won out, and Enjolras agreed to go home with him and see for himself this phenomenon. That first night, Grantaire had shut the door and kept to his front room, not wanting to scare Enjolras off or make him think that this was all just an elaborate scheme to take advantage of him. He'd undone his trousers and began to rub himself, apologizing profusely to the stone-faced Enjolras for the necessity. Enjolras was at the door when his cock began to speak.
That was it. They were off, comparing viewpoints and asking each other a flurry of questions. Enjolras filled his cock in on the details that Grantaire always forgot to report, and his cock seemed so pleased to be able to share its views with a more willing audience. Enjolras, for his part, never even seemed to notice that his new friend was, indeed, a talking penis. Now, he often followed Grantaire home, and conversations had moved to Grantaire's bedroom. It was heaven, and at the same time, it was almost unbearable torture. He was Tantalus now, with his fruit so close, yet forever out of reach.
The discourse continued, and Grantaire admired his friend as he listened. Enjolras' perfect features were alight with the enthusiasm of his vision, glowing. His eyes, beautiful and warm, were fastened on Grantaire's hard penis. It was everything Grantaire had dreamed, and he wanted to weep.
Enjolras shifted his position on the floor, resting his shoulder against Grantaire's bare thigh. Grantaire almost jumped in surprise, then looked down at the other. Slowly, with great daring, he brushed his hand against Enjolras' hair. When Enjolras didn't react or pause his conversation, he trailed his fingers through the soft blond waves, then come to rest on the crook where shoulder met neck. Enjolras looked up at him then, with a quiet smile, then rested his head on Grantaire's thigh and continued his debate on how to best defeat the new government strictures.
So, it wasn't all that Grantaire had once fantasized. His sex life was now non-existant. But he had Enjolras here, with him, relaxed and happy. And sometimes the three of them would talk of other topics. Enjolras smiled at him now, granted him a closer degree of friendship and trust. And maybe, one day, the rest of Grantaire's dream could come true.