Enjolras woke up but he didn't open his eyes. He was comfortable and warm and he desperately wanted to prolong the sensation. He could feel the warmth of sunrays on his face, and a hot breath on his neck.
He flung his eyes open and lifted his head. Jehan was in bed with him, snugly tucked against his chest. He was still sleeping peacefully.
Enjolras smiled, remembering the previous night. Jehan had taken good care of him, and now that he had a clearer mind the blonde was fully hit by the enormity of what his sweet friend had managed to accomplish. It had been a very long time since someone had taken care of him lifting him of every thought and responsibility. It had felt good and liberating to just follow orders and let another think for him.
Turning his head, Enjolras planted a grateful kiss on Jehan's temple, then snuggled closer to him and fell asleep again.
He dreamt he was in bed with his lover, who was peppering his throat with hot messy kisses while rubbing himself deliciously against him. He moaned and flipped them around so that he had his lover pinned under him; he kissed him on the lips, hard and long, pulling away only when he had to breathe. His lover whined at the loss and breathlessly panted "…Enjolras…" in a voice so sinfully arousing it seemed too real for a dream. That jolted him awake. He opened his eyes and nearly fell off the bed in his haste to scramble off Jehan. It hadn't been a dream at all.
The two friends looked at each other wide-eyed, trying to catch their breath; their cheeks were flushed crimson, their lips swollen from all the kissing.
"Oh god, Jehan, I'm so sorry!" Enjolras stammered. "I have no idea what came over me, I was still half asleep and I definitely wasn't in my right mind. I'm terribly sorry!" He bit his lower lip, completely mortified.
Jehan hastily came to his aid. "I should be sorry. I started it, after all; I guess I was half asleep as well. I just remember having the most wonderful dream…" The poet trailed off, sighing.
"Nevertheless, it wasn't right and I apologise." Enjolras said firmly.
Jehan shuffled closer and looked at his friend straight in the eyes.
"Enj, you didn't do anything wrong. You were just following a natural instinct. It's good to get rid of the stress. I could help you with that, you know." Jehan offered, smiling sweetly.
Enjolras felt a shiver running down his spine and a pleasant feeling curling in his belly, but he shook his head in determination.
"No. I'm not going to use you. You're my friend, it wouldn't be right, Jehan. You've been so good to me and I couldn't possibly repay you by doing something we both might regret. I just want to ask you… maybe we could…"
"Yes?" Jehan asked, encouraging.
"I'd love to have tea with you again sometime. It's been so nice, and you've made me feel… cherished" Enjolras admitted, blushing and looking anywhere but at his friend.
Jehan's smile could have overshadowed the sun.
"You are cherished. We can have tea together whenever you want. You're always there for everyone, always the responsible one. I loved taking care of you for a change. And I'd love to do that again."
Enjolrs smiled and cheerfully got up, reaching out to ruffle the poet's hair.
"Thank you Jehan. And please, next time just give me a punch, ok? You don't have to kiss me if you don't want to."
With an embarrassed chuckle Enjolras walked out of his room towards the bathroom. Jehan, still on the bed, watched him leave.
"But I want to" he whispered.
It was only later in the day that he realised Enjolras had said "next time".