Javert stumbled, grabbing hopelessly at Valjean's hand as the smaller man toppled forward. In some trick of fate he managed to catch his roommate before he fell off of the balcony, and tugged Valjean back inside. "What are you thinking, almost falling off of the third story?" He shouted, and guileless chocolate brown eyes blinked up at him. Apparently neither man had yet to notice that saving Valjean from death had ended with him on top of Javert, pinning the larger man to the ground.
However, that all became clear to the Inspector when a flush began to rise to his dark cheeks as he felt the comfortable weight of the other man on his chest. And his legs. And his groin. Closing his eyes quickly as he tried to get his mind onto other things, the embarrassment he was feeling was exacerbated quite suddenly as Valjean shifted to that their groins were pressed together only from positioning.
Taking a very deep breath, Javert opened his eyes and found himself nose-to-nose with the face of a certain student roommate of his. Big brown doe eyes and all. With just a slight flush on his cheeks and the very tip of his half-grown beard rubbing against the skin of Javert's chin. Grunting at himself in annoyance, the Inspector stood and carefully righted the younger man, feeling heat rising furiously to his cheeks. There was an awkward silence, and then Valjean stood on his toes and pressed a hesitant kiss to Javert's lips. Startled more than anything else, the tall man gasped in surprise and quickly turned away. It was obvious even with his dark skin that he was flushing the approximate same shade of red as a beet. Valjean, too, was blushing—but only just barely. He was smirking to himself smugly.
"Well—if you're done jumping off of balconies, I'll be…" Javert trailed off as he tried to find a good reason to get away. Quickly. Without losing any pride he still had left. "I need a shower." Was the reason he finally came up with, crossing his arms and rather uncomfortably quick-walking to their shared bathroom and locking himself in.
The gypsy turned on the water at full blast.
Freezing cold.
When no steam had come out from under the door after about a minute, Valjean stood on the balcony and started doing a silent happy-dance to himself. He had just made the irascible Inspector Javert run out from an uncomfortable situation and directly into a freezing cold shower. And there was only one reason for him to take a freezing cold shower. And that reason had to do with the man's pans.
That made it Valjean one, Javert zero.
A/N: I WON'T LIE. I wanted a good reason to make Javert take a freezing cold shower and Valjean do a happy dance. :| Javert + freezing showers = PLEASED FANGIRL.