Jehan checked the map for about the tenth time in as many minutes before looking back up at the building in front of him. It certainly looked like student accomodation, but then so had the last building he'd walked into by mistake. That particular one had been offices, and their receptionist had not been impressed when he'd asked if she knew the flirt from floor three and, if so, could she please point the way to his room. Nervously he made his way over, grinning with relief when he saw the "Vote *insert person here* for President" banners hanging all around the foyer.

"Hi," he said to the woman behind the desk, bouncing on the balls of his feet slightly. "I'm looking for Courfeyrac. He's a first year, massive flirt, lives on the-"

"Third floor?" she interrupted. "Yeah, everyone knows him." With a knowing look that made Jehan blush furiously she gave him directions. Thanking her quickly he ran off, trying desperately not to drop any of his bags as he went.

"Jehan!" a voice cried suddenly, and the bags all hit the floor as Jehan found himself being scooped up into his friend's arms and swung round in the corridor. "I was just about to head out to meet you, I thought you weren't due in for an hour."

"Caught an earlier train," he explained quickly. "Now put me down you big brute, I can stand on my own two feet."

"God it's good to see you again," Courfeyrac grinned, grabbing half of Jehan's things as he set off back down the corridor, babbling away. "You won't believe half the stuff that's happened down here. We've made all these new friends, you'll meet them all tonight as half of them live in the same bit as me, and Enjolras set up this society that you'll most likely agree with, and the girls, well." He whistled then laughed. "It's nice moving somewhere with new girls, the ones back home were getting sick of me hitting on them."

"Give them till next year," Jehan teased, dropping his bags in relief when Courfeyrac unlocked his room. "These things didn't feel so heavy earlier, I swear."

"Well then, let's unpack later. You've got two weeks stuck in this room, I'll take you out for a drink first. I know just the place, and Combeferre should be there too." Linking his arm with Jehan's, Courfeyrac steered him back out of the room again, only just remember to lock it behind him.

"How is Combeferre? I haven't been in touch with him for a while, he stopped replying to e-mails about a month ago."

"His laptop broke and he refuses to use school computers for personal things." Courfeyrac pulled a face. "He's as bad as Enjolras for following the rules."

Jehan giggled at the look the receptionist gave them as Courfeyrac swept through the foyer, the older student beaming widely at everyone as he went. Leaning down so his face almost brushed against Jehan's ear, he whispered, "So how many do you reckon think we're now fucking?" Jehan spluttered from shock before laughing, his voice faint and high when he could finally speak.

"Jesus Christ Courf, I'd forgotten the comments you come out with," he gasped.

"I'm almost hurt," Courfeyrac laughed, still grinning evilly as he dragged Jehan across the park and into town.


"Combeferre!"

"Jehan!"

Jumping up, Combeferre pulled the younger man into a tight hug.

"I am so sorry about my silence this past month, blame Courf. He dropkicked my laptop because the internet froze." Jehan burst out laughing and hugged him back.

"He missed that detail out of his tale. So you need to fill me in on every thing from the past month, Courfeyrac misses out loads when he rambles on about "cute girls" and stuff."

"There's a lot to tell you then. What's he told you about the society? We spend most our free time doing that, if I'm being honest."

"You bastard," Enjolras spat as he charged in, drowning out Jehan's reply and causing Courfeyrac to try and hide behind Jehan, Jehan only just managing not to laugh as he did so. He watched the conversation between the pair progress before interrupting, asking who they were talking about. As Enjolras noticed him and replied, Combeferre tapped Courfeyrac's shoulder and pointed to the counter.

"You can get in the drinks," he murmured. "Get him something fancy."

Once the conversation drifted over to Grantaire's drinking and what they were going to do, Jehan fell silent again, listening carefully to their fears and suggestions.

"So Jehan, how's college?" Combeferre asked quickly, trying to stop the conversation between Enjolras and Courfeyrac from escalating into an argument.

"Busy!" he replied, catching on. "I've had to bring loads of work down here, essays and coursework and the like, so I'm afraid I'll have to be rather antisocial sometimes. It's worth it though, English is absolutely fantastic and I'm being allowed to study poetry instead of a book for one section of Literature."

"What did you drop?" Enjolras inquired as he finished his brew.

"French." He shrugged. "Figured I may as well, seeing as how I'm already fluent."

"And the second subject?"

"Just French. What?"

It wasn't just Courfeyrac who was staring at him. Combeferre and Enjolras could barely believe what they were hearing.

"Are you being serious?" Enjolras demanded at the same time as Combeferre said, "Jehan, you are seriously mental. It was hard enough doing four A-levels, and you're doing five? There's not even enough lessons in a week to do five!"

"Well I didn't want to drop either English, and I love Music, and I couldn't drop German because it's a fascinating language and I love writing poetry in it." He glared round the trio as if daring them to argue with him.

"What about Textiles?" Combeferre asked.

"I made this last week." Jehan smoothed down the lilac jacket he was wearing and grinned proudly. "What do you think?"

"It's gorgeous," Courfeyrac grinned back, ruffling his younger friend's hair.

"It's... certainly something," Enjolras admitted. "But still, how are you coping? It was hard enough studying for four subjects."

"It is pretty mental, but I don't really mind. No, I have got any free periods, and I do have to do a couple of lessons after school or in my lunch, but it's worth it."

"The universities want three subjects," Combeferre pointed out bluntly.

"Yes, but I want to do five," Jehan argued, folding his arms stubbornly. "Well, six if you include General Studies."

"You are out of your fucking mind."

Turning, all four stared at Bahorel, who was staring back at Jehan with a look that was a mixture of pure wonder and disbelief.

"You must be Jean Prouvaire. Courfeyrac's told us all about you," Joly said quickly from behind Bahorel, leaning forwards to shake his hand, wiping his own with a handkerchief right afterwards.

"Um, yeah. Joly, right?" Jehan's flickered towards Bahorel. "And... Bahorel?"

"That's me." Bahorel shook his head at Jehan. "And you have more brains than sense little flower." Blushing, Jehan tucked the flower further into his hair.

"I enjoy them," he mumbled.

"Ignore him," Joly advised, stealing Courfeyrac's keys before dancing out of reach. "We both forgot our keys and it's cold out," he pouted at the law student, doing the best bambi eyes he could.

"Tough, give them back," Courfeyrac said firmly, holding his hand out when Joly made no move to relinquish the keys. "I mean it. Keys. Now."

"But..." Joly started protested, only to be interrupted.

"We'll come back with you, that way Courf can have his keys back and you can still get into your room." Jehan looked round them all. "Would that work?"

"I suppose," Courfeyrac shrugged, hand closing like a flash around the keys Joly dropped at the suggestion.

"Excellent," Bahorel agreed. "Now start telling me about these six subjects of yours." He flung an arm round Jehan's shoulders as the poet stood and steered him towards the door, leaving Jehan only able to fling an apologetic look at his best friend, who was left bringing up the rear with Joly.


"Courf?" Jehan asked quietly at around 1am, having been tossing and turning for well over an hour. "You awake?" His only answer was a snore and he sighed, simultaneously pleased that his friend was asleep yet wishing he weren't. "Doesn't matter I suppose," he said softly, rolling over to face the bed. The moonlight hit Courfeyrac's face, not strong enough to keep him awake but just enough that Jehan could study his features: the strong nose, the few freckles scattered over his nose, the slight curve of his lips and tousled hair that Jehan longed to run his hands through. Sighing again Jehan quickly rolled away, trying desperately to think of anything but Courfeyrac, anything to quench the feeling rising inside him. He'd almost forgotten the crush until he'd seen his friend again, it having reared its head instantly. "Why does he have to look like a bloody god?" he mumbled, burying his face into his pillow.

He was still in this position five minutes later when there was a thud behind him, and he sat up quickly, turning his head to find out what was wrong.

"...Ow," Courfeyrac muttered, pushing himself up then rubbing his head and hip. "That hurt."

"No shit Sherlock," Jehan laughed quietly. "Falling off beds generally does that."

"Oh hell, I'm so sorry," Courfeyrac babbled suddenly, staring at Jehan in worry. "I didn't mean to wake you, I-"

"Courf, I wasn't asleep," Jehan broke in with patiently.

"Oh. Er, ignore that last sentence then." Courfeyrac gave his friend a quick smile. "How's the air bed?"

"Comfortable enough." Jehan smirked, not sure where his nerve was coming from but glad he'd found some. "You're welcome to find out for yourself if you want." Courfeyrac stared at him again for a fraction of a moment before moving, edging closer to him.

"Is it big enough for two?" he inquired innocently, eyes not leaving Jehan's. Jehan gulped when he realised just how close Courfeyrac now was, licking his lips unconsciously before replying.

"If it's not, your bed looks like it would be."

Courfeyrac moved suddenly now, crashing his lips against Jehan's as he tangled his hands in Jehan's hair, the pair falling backwards to the ground with Courfeyrac on top. That didn't stop Jehan from kissing him back, grabbing Courfeyrac's hips as he pulled him even closer, legs wrapping around the other man's waist.

The kiss was rudely interrupted as they rolled, falling off the air bed with a smaller thud than before, but a thud none-the-less. This fact didn't stop them for long however, and Courfeyrac started kissing down Jehan's jaw and neck as the younger man threw his head back and moaned.

"Fuck," he groaned when Courfeyrac nipped and sucked at his collarbones, hands clutching so hard that there were sure to be bruises left the next morning. Pulling back slightly, Courfeyrac ground down on Jehan and gasped himself as the poet rolled his hips up, bending to kiss him again deeply.

"Stop," Courfeyrac growled between kisses. "Now. Or I... cannot... be held... accountable... for what will... happen- Fuck, Jehan!"

"Just shut up and kiss me," Jehan breathed against his lips. "On second thoughts, bed." He arched upwards as his new lover's hands moved under his shirt, grazing up his sides. "Now." He bit Courfeyrac's bottom lip and smoothed his tongue over it lightly before murmuring, "Please, Courfeyrac. Or do I need to start spouting poetry to seduce you?"

"Are you sure?" Courfeyrac pulled back and looked Jehan in the eye seriously, pushing his hair out of his eyes as he did so.

Jehan didn't bother replying, simply pulling Courfeyrac back down for another kiss.