"They want me to do what?"

"Enjolras' producer called," Repeated Eponine. "They want you to play the love interest in his next video."

"How do they even know about me?" Grantaire was baffled. Enjolras was the next big and upcoming artist on YouTube. Although he wasn't signed to any companies yet, he had a lot of followers through his own branding and hard work. Not to mention he was an icon in the gay music world, his songs featuring same gender pronouns were gaining popularity quickly. On top of that his work had a lot of underlying tones about equality and social justice, people just ate it out of his palm. He was hot, he was gay, and somehow he knew about Grantaire.

"I guess they saw some of your work with Patron Minette, or maybe one of your demos. Either way they called me and asked me to see if you were free," Eponine said impatiently.

"And what did you tell them?" Grantaire asked already knowing the answer.

"I told them you were free, dumbass," he could hear the woman's eye roll. And she was right, he hadn't had work in weeks...but this was Enjolras. Gorgeous, queer Enjolras...wait a minute had she said love interest?!

"You said love interest."

"Yes, R. Anyway filming starts nex-"

"Love interest, as in not just a back up dancer?" Panic was rising in his chest. In the past he had gotten a few gigs as a back up dancer for Montparnasse's old band before he decided to go solo, and all that required was tight clothes and sexual dancing. This would be completely different.

"Yes R. From what I got it's an acoustic number, really emotional...You know Enjolras, passionate, good morals etc etc," Eponine sounded bored by now. "You have until Monday to stop freaking out. Go to the studio, they want to talk concept with you there."

"Studio?" Gulped R, everyone knew that Enjolras did most of his recording in his-

"Loft? Yeah Grantaire, you're going to Enjolras' home. Now stop panicking. I thought you would be excited," Eponine sighed.

"You know me, Ep. Dancing I can do. Sexy dancing I can do that even better. Emotional stuff? Haven't got a clue."

"You have until Monday," repeated Eponine. It sounded like a threat. "You better figure something out, R. We need the money."

"Fine. I'll be there." Grantaire sighed, there was no point in arguing.

"I'll email you the details."

Great, now Grantaire had all weekend to try and get his emotions in check. He was going to meet Enjolras, and more importantly he would have to pretend not to be in love with the blond so that he could pretend to be in love with said blond. This was going to go so wonderfully. Grantaire dropped his head onto the table with a loud thunk.

Grantaire stood outside the old house in awe. Paris was a beautiful city, and although this house didn't look any different than the ones beside it, Grantaire couldn't help but admire it's old world charm. Not to mention that living at the top in a spacious loft was a golden hair angel with a voice to match. Grantaire was fucked.

And finally R got the courage to knock. The door was opened by a little old woman who looked nearly a hundred. "You must be here for Enjolras. Come inside dear."

The woman led him into the large house before gesturing towards the stairs, "he's at the top. You can't miss it."

With trepidation growing in each step, Grantaire began to make his way up the flights of stairs. It wasn't long enough until he reached the top landing. Awaiting in front of him was a simple red door. Grantaire recognized it from countless other videos. This was it. This was his last chance to run away, and then the door opened.

"You must be R," said a man, not Enjolras, extending his hand. "I'm Jehan. I costume all Enjolras' videos as well as do hair and make up."

Grantaire coughed. "Er yeah, that's me. Nice to meet you."

"Come on in," Jehan said with a wide smile. "The others are waiting."

R entered, feeling a little self conscious for being the last one to arrive, and found everyone sitting at a large, round, wooden table in the center of a very open floor plan. Large windows in the ceiling allowed for an incredible view of the city skyline around them, and everything was light and airy. The white walls and pale floors reminded Grantaire of being on a cloud.

"C'mon," Jehan said quietly, pulling him toward the table. "Let me introduce you to some people. As you can probably guess that's Enjolras."

"Glad you could make it," Enjolras said stiffly.

"Then beside him that's Combeferre, our director. Next to him is his boyfriend Courfeyrac, our producer. On his right, that's Feuilly he does all the lighting and play back. Then on Enjolras' other side is Joly, he mostly does location scouting with Bossuet, the bald one. Next to them is Bahorel, he's the one who actually uses the camera and finally we have Marius who basically is everyone's assistant and our errand boy." Jehan finished, then pulled out one of the last remaining chairs for them to sit on.

"Cosette wasn't able to make it," added Combeferre. "She's Enjolras' publicist. She was actually the one to recommend you. Said she was old friends with Eponine."

So that's how they had found out about him.

"It's an honor to be here. Your work," he finally was able to look away from Enjolras, and addressed all of them, "all of your guys' work, is really important."

Enjolras smiled. "Thanks R. I like to think so. I always believed growing up that we needed more music for the boys in love with boys. We need to normalize being gay and-"

"We kinda have a schedule to keep," Courfeyrac interrupted. "I'm sure you and R can talk about this later."

Enjolras nodded, realizing there was a time and place for such things.

"Let's start by playing the song. R has never heard it, and I think it would be a good idea to listen to again before we start brainstorming ideas," Combeferre started. Everyone agreed, and soon a lap top was located and brought to the table.

Grantaire listened to the song. It was slow and sweet, and undeniably there was the passion that Enjolras was known for. It sounded like it was about meeting someone, the right someone, and falling in love. But there was more. The second verse was angrier, there were drums that sounded suspiciously like a heartbeat and the tempo had increased. The words suggested of violence and something about blindness? But the chorus was still loving. There was a bridge, before it transitioned into the last verse. The melody was simple, but the emotion behind it was greater than before. Enjolras' voice was raw, as if he had been screaming for hours...but it was kind and maybe a bit heartbroken and lost. The final chorus was better, at least it wasn't so sad in Grantaire's opinion. Then finally the music faded out, and all that was left was a heavy silence.

No one spoke for a moment, until Jehan said, "R!? Are you alright? You're crying!"

Grantaire blinked, he hadn't been aware of anyone in the room while the song was going. All he heard was Enjolras' voice and the music. "God, this is so unprofessional-"

"No," Enjolras said quietly. "I'm glad my music could move you. I wouldn't want anyone else to be a part of this project."

Grantaire blushed, and looked down at his hands.

"Alrighty then, concepts," Combeferre started. "Anyone got anything at all? Enj? This is your piece."

Enjolras looked at his friend. "When I wrote this I was writing about all those men who lost their boyfriends to AIDS or violence. The ignorance of society, the pain of loss, and what comes next. How you want to portray that is up to you."

Combeferre nodded making some notes. "I mean I already had a few ideas. I shared a few of them with Joly. Did you guys find any locations that would work?"

Bossuet rolled his eyes. "Of course. This is Paris we're living in, we found everything easily."

Joly nodded. "Pretty as a picture."

Combeferre grinned. "Wonderful! My idea seemed a bit far fetched-"

"Not really-" interrupted Joly.

"But god, this is brilliant, someone tell me I'm a genius!"

"Aren't you jumping the gun a bit there, Ferre. You haven't told the rest of us your idea yet," Courfeyrac said, laying a hand on his boyfriend's arm.

Combeferre took a deep breath to settle down before starting, "It opens in a cafe, right? You see two people meet, but the shot is of their torsos or legs or something. Then when the lyrics come in after the intro all you see is hands touching over coffee, hesitant but definitely wanting more."

"What if we did the whole thing in black in white?" Jehan offered, making some notes in his notebook.

"That would be so cool and artsy!" Combeferre added.

"So what exactly do we do for the next verse?" Bahorel asked, he too was making a copious amount of notes.

A grin was on Combeferre's face, one that R didn't exactly trust or like the looks of. "It talks about violence, so we stage an assault on one of them. In an alley or something."

"No," Enjolras frowned.

"Why not?" asked Combeferre.

"It's too close to home," Enjolras began, "I don't want to trigger anyone who watches this."

"Hm, what about people holding back a struggling form, no heads shown still, to maintain the artsy aesthetic we're going for," Bahorel offered, "then cut to the other being dragged off, kicking or struggling. The background could be a mass of blurry people who aren't watching."

Enjolras nodded. "That sounds perfect."

Combeferre added that to his list before continuing. "Then I think for the chorus, bandaging cuts and kissing bruises? The bridge could transition into lying together in bed, cuddling or maybe a more vigorous activity..."

"How does it end?" Grantaire hated how his breath hitched at the end.

Combeferre smiled. "Final verse, I think the unharmed one is shown in a gym hitting a punching bag to get his rage and frustration out. And then the last chorus is back in the coffee shop. It shows a line of people, one person turns around. Same shot as the opening, only this time we slowly add color. And the camera pans up we see their faces for the first time, and as the music fades they introduce themselves."

Silence.

"Yes," breathed Enjolras softly. "That is what I want. Joly, you said you already found the locations?"

"Mhm, our girlfriend owns the Musain and she said she could close it for a day so that we could film."

"When can we get started?" Grantaire asked, his excitement growing.

"I think we need to block some of the shot first, either on location or not. Bahorel?" Combeferre asked.

"Location is preferable, but for now we can probably just use Enjolras' living room," Bahorel shrugged.

"Great. Jehan, can you get started on finding some wardrobe stuff for them? Although it will be mostly in black and white I want them both in dark colors so that it contrasts with their skin, y'know?"

Jehan quirked his lips, "are you telling me how to do my job, Combeferre?"

Combeferre swallowed, "um...no? Suggestions only."

Jehan nodded. "That's what I thought."

The lithe man disappeared through a set of sliding metal doors, humming the whole way. The others began to push Enjolras' couch and coffee table away so that they could start blocking.

It took a long time for Bahorel and Combeferre to come to an agreement on these things, but soon enough it was done. Or as much of it as they could do without actually being on location. It was almost noon, now, and quite suddenly two young women entered the spacious room. In their hands were bags of food.

"Musichetta!" Bossuet nearly crowed. He hoped up and ran up to the dark haired women, before pecking her on the cheek. "And you've brought food!"

"Don't think you'll best me," Joly said with a laugh, before going to greet his girlfriend as well.

Grantaire cocked his head in confusion. "Are those three-?"

Luckily it was only Enjolras who heard him. He nodded before saying, "they're in love. Lucky bastards."

"Not dating anyone then?" Grantaire asked.

Enjolras shook his head, wide eyed, "are people saying I am?"

"Not so much people as teen blogs. They say you were at a really expensive restaurant or something with a handsome older man," R shrugged, reaching for a sandwich brought by the girls.

"That's ridiculous," the blonde girl said. "Doesn't sound like a teen blog, but more like a tabloid. But then again what's the difference? I'm Cosette, by the way. I'm Enjolras' publicist, and I can assure you he isn't secretly dating an older gentleman. That man was probably my adoptive father. They have meetings every so often as Valjean is one of Enjolras' main backers."

"You're the one who recommended me for this job?" Grantaire asked.

Cosette smiled, she looked absolutely lovely when she did that. "Oh I'm familiar with your work. In fact our dear-"

Enjolras hacked loudly.

"Well somebody is a fan of yours, and insisted that I try and contact you. Said you would be perfect for this project. When I found out your agent was Eponine I was thrilled! She and I were roomies at Montfermeil University. Anyway, I'm glad to have you on this project," Cosette said sweetly. She grabbed a sandwich and said with a wink, "and now I must go talk to my dear boyfriend, before he gets too jealous of the attention I'm giving you."

With a charming laugh she disappeared in the swarm and made her way to sit by Marius. The two of them began a lively conversation.

"So you're a fan of mine?" R couldn't help but have his biggest shit eating grin on his face when he turned to look at Enjolras.

The blond blushed. "No. I-"

R raised a brow, lowering his head...a look that many men had told him made him look sinfully attractive.

"Alright, yes. I saw you in a music video of Patron Minette's before they broke up. You were good."

Grantaire thought back to the few videos he had done for them, and they had all had him in sexually degrading positions. He wasn't exactly sure how that had left the singer with a good impression of him, but he wasn't about to push his luck. He let the matter drop, with a small word of thanks.

After lunch they continued to block. The next day they would meet on location and start to film.

The following morning, R was texted an address and told to be there as soon as possible.

Reluctantly he dragged himself out of bed and made his way to get dressed. Although he was excited at the prospects to be working so closely to Enjolras, he had to admit, he wasn't his best in the mornings. But something told him that Combeferre, who had texted him, was most definitely a morning person.

It wasn't long before he found himself in front of a charming cafe that had a notice on the door saying it was closed for the day. He made his way inside and was greeted by a rush of activity. Already, Feuilly was running about setting up lights. A few extras milled around the coffee table getting snacks. Jehan was trying desperately to get Enjolras changed into a deep burgundy sweater, but the blond was in the midst of having a conversation with Cosette and Courfeyrac. In another corner, Bahorel and Combeferre were discussing how to set up the shots, and where to do them.

"Morning, R," Bossuet said, noticing the brunet for the first time.

"Is it always like this?" asked Grantaire.

Joly let out an anxious laugh, "er yeah. Pretty much. It's the worst when-"

Grantaire never got to find out when it could be worse, because at that moment he was being dragged away by Jehan.

"You look disastrous, R!" complained the petit man. "Couldn't you have tried to get any sleep at all?"

Grantaire looked down at the floor. Truth be told he hadn't gotten any sleep the previous night, partially from nerves and excitement...as well as he had decided last night would be a great time to go and rewatch everything Enjolras had ever posted on his channel. There were old music videos, vlogs, rants about society and feminism... R hadn't been laid in a very long while and rewatching Enjolras' videos had definitely provided material for his spank bank...not that he would admit it to anyone here.

"Sorry. Never done a video like this," grunted Grantaire.

"Really?" Jeahan raised a brow as he began unbuttoning R's shirt.

Grantaire shrugged. "Nah. Did some music videos for Patron Minette, but they have quite a different style from you guys."

"Yeah. I've actually seen some of those," Jehan said, his fingers beginning to unbutton R's jeans.

"I think I got this covered," Grantaire said gently pushing Jehan's lithe fingers away.

Jehan rolled his eyes. "Don't be immature. This is my job."

Grantaire didn't notice how closely Enjolras was watching them. He didn't see how jealous Enjolras was of Jehan.

"Strip," ordered Jehan, making his way back to the rack pulling off a nice pair of dark jeans, and a different plaid button down. He also grabbed a vintage looking watch, to replace R's cheap beat up one.

Grantaire rolled his eyes. "You did all that work, and you don't even get to partake in the fun part?"

Jehan scoffed. "Please. If I touched you I would find myself out of a job."

"What?" Grantaire froze, trousers half off, jaw open.

Jehan's eyes widened. "Nothing," he squeaked. "Here put these on!"

Grantaire did so, mildly confused by what was going on.

Once Jehan said that both he and Enjolras were ready they were rushed over to the counter where the extras were already being organized into a line by Combeferre.

"You two, stand here," the director said, placing them in the middle of the line. "I want R in front like so. Perfect. You two look marvelous! Great job. Now just stand there for a bit while we get the camera set."

"I hope this isn't too atrociously early for you," Enjolras said lightly.

"Maybe a bit," Grantaire said, trying not to yawn.

"Ferre just wants to get this filmed and edited so that it can go up on the channel," Enjolras said.

Grantaire nodded. "It'll be great. Your fans seem really excited."

Enjolras had announced that he had a new project coming out soon, involving new music, and all the comments on his most recent videos seemed to be speculating what it could be. "I hope this lives up to their expectations."

"How could it not?" Grantaire asked.

"You two," Ferre interrupted. "Stop chatting. We're about to start."

Feuilly hit the play button on his iPhone and suddenly music filled the room.

"Enj your hand on R's arm. Good. Turn...now! Cut! Perfect," Combeferre said. "Let's try it again, but with more questioning hesitation, Enj. You don't know this guy, but you want to. He's cute, and you're about to ask for his number. I need to see the anxiety!"

Enjolras nodded, and so they did it again. Grantaire allowed for fingers to gently wrap around his bicep, before turning around. Looking up into Enjolras' face he gasped, feeling his diaphragm clench. God, Enjolras was beautiful.

"Cut! That was amazing!" Ferre cheered. "I loved how you let your breath hitch, like that R! Also Enj, great job. Now let's do it again, exactly like that. Feuilly, play the end. And this time it's gonna show your faces, so act. Also we need you to introduce yourselves when the music ends. Extras, silence on set please!" Pause. "And action."

Grantaire let himself go through the motions exactly as before. He felt Enjolras' long fingers land lightly on his arm before turning. Again he felt his gut tighten, as he lifted his head to look Enjolras in the eye.

"Hi," Grantaire could hear the uncertainty in the blond's voice, "I'm Enjolras."

Just as softly, he replied, "Grantaire."

They continued to look each other in the eye, not even aware that everything around them had fallen silent. Grantaire could feel himself leaning ever so slightly towards the blond, like a sunflower in the sun. They didn't even notice the lights or the cameras, or even the other people. It was just them, and then-

"Cut!"

The moment was gone.

The cafe began to fill with noise and movement again.

"I don't think we need to do that again," there was awe in Bahorel's voice as he rewatched the footage.

Combeferre nodded his agreement. "You two are so natural around each other. It's amazing. We're gonna take a five minute break as Joly and Feuilly set up the next shot at a table. Musichetta will help them. Great job guys."

Grantaire wanted to say something, but he found that he couldn't. Enjolras seemed to be in a similar state. However, just a moment later he left Grantaire and went to go talk with Courfeyrac. Grantaire was left alone to his own thoughts.

"Are you two a couple?"

Grantaire turned to see a petite young woman at his elbow, must be one of the extras. "Excuse me?"

"Well it just seemed- ah. Where are my manners. My name's Floreal. I just assumed that you two were close, the way you were looking at each other like that," the ginger continued.

Grantaire smiled tightly. "Just acting. I only met him the other day."

Floreal nodded, clearly embarrassed. "Sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."

"R, we're ready for you!" Joly said hurrying over and grabbing the man.

He was pushed roughly down into a seat. In front of him was a steaming mug of hot coffee, and a half empty plate. Whoever was in charge of props did a very thorough job of eating half of the muffin. Grantaire only shook his head. Enjolras was already seated, running his fingers around the lip of his mug.

Feuilly made some final adjustments to one of the lights and nodded. Bahorel fixed the camera angle, went to the other camera and shifted it as well, before giving Combeferre the thumbs up.

"Great! For this shot I want you two holding hands, or something. Just be affectionate, but shy. Like first date awkward. Cute but awkward. Got it?" Combeferre began to move away.

"We're just meant to hold hands for the entire first verse?" Grantaire asked.

Combeferre rolled his eyes. "Just pretend it's a date."

"And our expressions?" Enjolras asked.

"Don't worry about that. The shots should be from your neck down. Feuilly?" The music started halfway through the intro. "And action!"

Enjolras leaned across the table and lightly gripped Grantaire's forearm. He ran his fingers across the exposed skin, before tracing patterns into the sensitive flesh of his wrist. Grantaire could feel tingles dance across his lower spine. His other hand came across, grabbing Enjolras' hand between his two. Carefully he lifted the others hand to his mouth, kissing Enjolras' palm. He just hoped it didn't look stupid on camera.

Enjolras let out a little sigh, before shifting closer in his chair to Grantaire. He leaned over and pressed a chaste kiss on Grantaire's mouth, one hand steadying himself on the brunet's neck.

"CUT!"

Grantaire was frozen. Had that really just happened?

"Great job. But I want to get some shots of you two holding hands. Feuilly play it back from forty-five seconds in? I don't really think it matters," Combeferre mumbled. "Are you two set?"

Enjolras gave a thumbs up. Grantaire was still too catatonic to do anything.

"Action!"

Cautiously Enjolras wound his fingers into Grantaire's. He was careful, as if this was somehow more intimate than the kiss they had just share. Grantaire squeezed the blond's hand tentatively, before moving his fingers away and up to the others wrist. He could feel Enjolras' pulse, and it steadied him. This was ok. It was more than ok...

"Cut." Combeferre cried. "R, you're a natural! We should have used you for all Enj's vids. Your chemistry together is great."

Instantly R withdrew his hand. For some reason Enjolras seemed embarrassed as well.

"Alright that's a wrap for this location. We're headed back to the loft. Extras, we've got buses for you outside. Let's go people, lotta work we need to get done today!" Combeferre turned away from the mass of people to address the crew."We better help stay and clean up, else Musichetta will have my head. Enjolras, do you want to take Courf and R back to your place? Start organizing the next shot?"

"Um I don't really know-"

"Don't worry Enj, my sweet bf knows everything that needs to be done," Combeferre said, already beginning to help move tables back to where they belonged. "See you boys soon!"

The drive back was held in silence, the awkwardness was palatable. Combeferre had said they had chemistry...but maybe it was only the kind of chemistry one could have on camera...a fictional kind that doesn't exist when one of the parties isn't acting. Grantaire let out a snort, wouldn't that be his luck.

"What's so funny?" Enjolras' brow furrowed, but he kept looking at the traffic.

Grantaire blushed. "It's nothing!"

Now it was Courfeyrac's turn to laugh.

Enjolras merely cocked his head.

"Ferre says you've got chemistry on camera, but off it you're oblivious as rocks," Courfeyrac commented.

"Excuse me?" Enjolras asked.

"My point exactly," Courfeyrac turned away from the rear view mirror to look out the window, thus signaling the conversation was over.

They arrived at the apartment moments after the extras. Courfeyrac lead the way up to the loft, where all the furniture had been moved to reveal a large open space. Hanging on one of the walls was a giant white curtain that was partially draped over the floor.

"Alright ladies and gents, right now we will be filming the bashing-not-bashing scene," Courfeyrac began, "I've got notes from the director: Pookie-bear, I hope you're not reading this out loud..."

There were some stifled laughs as Courfeyrac blushed. He gave a small cough, skimming the page before skimming down to nearly the end. "Ah. Here it is. Set everyone else up as the crowd and begin blocking the shot. You know what I want. You always do. Love your sex sl-...and that's it."

Enjolras was scrutinizing his best friend as R tried his hardest not to laugh.

Courfeyrac began placing people facing away from where the camera would be. Grabbing four of the biggest guys he made them wait along with Enjolras and Grantaire. Before anything else could be done, however, Combeferre and the rest of the crew arrived. Feuilly began to check the lights and set them up. Marius ran about setting up the cameras, Bahorel following close by to make sure he didn't screw up.

Jehan flitted about making sure everyone looked perfect, something Enjolras didn't even have to try at, thought Grantaire grumpily.

They ran the scene a few times, having the muscular men holding R and Enjolras before dragging them apart. One held Enjolras, while the other seemed to beat him. R's partners just held him as he struggled against their strength.

"Reach out towards him, R!" Combeferre directed. "More! Like you have to protect him. Energy through your fingers! There! Kick your legs? Brill. You're brilliant. Now let's do that again, but film it this time. Ok?"

After the shot, they took a five minute break as Courfeyrac, Combeferre, and Enjolras went to go strategize.

"You're a really good actor," Floreal blushed.

Grantaire shook his head. "It's Enjolras. He brings the best out of us."

Floreal giggled. "Nah. It's all you."

She leaned closer, placing a hand on his bicep. "Wow. You're strong."

R shrugged. "I'm a dancer."

"Really? That's hot."

Enjolras cleared his throat. Grantaire hadn't realized that the blond had finished his planning and come over.

"R," his voice was chilly. "We need to block the next shot."

Grantaire nodded, confusedly as he allowed himself to be pulled away from the girl.

"Alright, extras," announced Courfeyrac, "you are done. You're paychecks will be sent to your agents. Thank you for working with us! We'll be in contact if another project comes up."

"Um, where are we going?"

"My bedroom," murmured Enjolras. Grantaire could feel himself go red.

Enjolras' bedroom was a lot like the rest of the flat, simple with large windows and floaty curtains that blew in the breeze. The sun had begun to go down, and Feuilly was already in the room adjusting the lights to make it appear intimate and dim.

"Which scene is this?" asked Grantaire, his voice catching.

"The passionate one," giggled Jehan. "Alright, boys, off with your shirts."

"Better take the pants off too," chuckled Combeferre.

Jehan smiled, "good point!"

Easily Enjolras began to strip down, pulling off his shirt, kicking off his shoes...Grantaire couldn't help but stare. Enjolras was well built. His chest was the same pale complexion as the rest of him, his muscles smooth and taunt. How Grantaire longed to lick-

"Take a picture, it lasts longer," Courfeyrac whispered as he passed by.

Jehan was taking out large brushes and something that looked suspiciously a lot like eyeshadow. Suddenly those things clattered to the ground. "Holy shit, R. You've got tattoos!"

Grantaire had just taken off his shirt to reveal a set of constellations running across his ribs. "Will that be a problem?"

Jehan looked to Enjolras, who glanced over to Combeferre. "Problem? You just got ten times more badass. Those're great R!"

Grantaire blushed. He had gotten a lot of them so long ago, they felt like a part of him...

"Is that Corona Borealis?" Enjolras had moved closer, fingers outstretched as if he wanted to trace it. He didn't. Realizing how awkward that may be, he withdrew them. Grantaire was disappointed.

"Yeah, one of my favorites."

"Enjolras, stop moving," huffed Jehan. He had gathered up his things, and had begun the intense process of what seemed to be applying bruises to Enjolras' flawless skin. The blond's pants were undone, hanging loosely from his hips.

"I have a question," it took all of R's power to keep from looking down.

"Shoot," Enjolras said lazily, as he stood perfectly still for Jehan.

"Why do you chose to film at your own home? Why not go somewhere else?"

For some reason Jehan shot R a smile.

"I like it because this music is so personal, and comes from me. I want my viewers to see that, and I want it to feel as real as I can make it. To me, there's nothing more real than being invited into someone's home and to be able to see all of its flaws and messes. People are a lot like homes." Enjolras said thoughtfully.

Grantaire smiled. Listening to the answer made him feel as if he had just been let in on a little secret.

"A'ight you two, love birds. When you're finished go sit on the edge of the bed," Combeferre swung by to explain. "R, you're gonna be in your boxers. E, I want you just like that."

Grantaire wanted to protest, why should he be in his underwear? Enjolras' viewers wouldn't care about that. Wouldn't care about him. They would probably much rather see Enjolras half clothed.

The two men made their way over to the large, daunting bed.

"Let's start with Enjolras seated, and Grantaire standing holding ice to the bruise. Feuilly playback from anywhere in the chorus," Combeferre directed.

They did that for awhile before Combeferre told Grantaire to get behind Enjolras on the bed and just wrap his arms around the blond's shoulders.

"Enj, cry."

It was a simple command, but it was quite effective. Enjolras' body was shaking in Grantaire's arms. Although he had never been told to do so, Grantaire found himself whispering every comfort he could think of into the blond's ear.

"Cut! Now let's film some sex," laughed Combeferre.

"He doesn't mean that," assured Courfeyrac. But still, Grantaire wasn't comforted.

Grantaire was exhausted on his walk home. It had been such a long day of filming, and to be honest he had never loved a project as much as he enjoyed working on this one. Not only was he tired, but a part of him felt strangely energized and keyed up. Sure the 'sex' scene had been really awkward, but he would be lying to himself if he said that it hadn't turned him on.

Enjolras had been pinned under him, their skin warm against the other. When Combeferre had ordered him to start rolling his hips, Grantaire had blanched. It wasn't very professional, but neither was working with your celebrity crush. Finally Enjolras had murmured,

"Relax, Grantaire. Pretend the cameras aren't here. It's just me."

And damn if his voice had been sexy before, now it was lower, softer, completely irresistible. Grantaire could have followed that voice to end of the earth. He had done what he was told. He rolled his hips, peppered Enjolras' neck and chest with kisses...gone so much farther than he had ever expected to go...and it was all fake. God, he just wanted to curl up and hide away from embarrassment...it would be awhile before he could picture Enjolras like that again to jerk off to. For now there was just too much awkwardness attached. He was eager to get home to bed.

Unfortunately when he got to his apartment he found someone waiting.

"What are you doing here?" he grunted.

"Now is that anyway to treat your agent," clucked Eponine.

"I'm tired," Grantaire answered drily.

"I wanted to ask how it went," pouted Eponine. "I brought Chinese."

At the mention of food, Grantaire perked up a bit. "Fine, you can stay."

Eponine laughed. "I knew you would come around. So how was it? Is Enjolras as stunning in person as he is in his videos?"

Grantaire ducked his head.

"Well?"

"More so," he said under his breath.

"Oooh! Someone's got a crush!"

"Shut up, Ponine. It's just a job. Whatever this is means nothing. I'll get over it in a week...maybe a year."

"So how's the sex...oops. I mean sex scene?" Eponine giggled.

"How do you-"

"Cosette called me. Apparently Courfeyrac texted her all about it. Wanted me to be gentle to you."

"Are you even capable of that?" asked Grantaire.

"Fuck you," Eponine replied good naturedly. "So? Is he a god in bed? A dom like I imagine?"

"He's nothing like Montparnasse. Besides 'Parnasse was never my type," Grantaire rolled his eyes.

Eponine raised a brow. "So he's a bottom then. Bet he's needy...all whiny and bossy, with those pouty lips I bet he'd give great head-"

"Would you grow up. It's not like we made a porno today. Jesus. It's a music video," Grantaire was exasperated.

Eponine smirked. "Bet you wish it had been a porno. If only you two were in that business, eh?"

"I'm too tired for this. Please leave."

Eponine raised both her hands. "Fine. Let me know how tomorrow goes. Cosette texted me the address for you to meet them at in the morning."

She handed him a slip of paper. He recognized the address instantly. It was a boxing gym not a block away.

This story is heavily inspired by Take Me to Church, and Troye Sivan's new album Wild. Enjolras' song is modeled a lot after the first, and his character in this story the latter. I hope you enjoyed it. Also originally meant to be a oneshot, but as you already can guess there will be a part two. IDK, it's 21 pages already, and I feel like I just need to post what I've got already. Part two should be up soon...ish. Loads of love ~T.W.o.W.