Enjolras woke in a flash when he heard a loud smash coming from his living room.
'Fuck.' He thought. He rifled through his bedside drawer and found a small handgun he kept in case of emergencies.
His bare feet padded quietly along the wooden floorboards and he opened the door, cursing the loud squeak that echoed with it. Across the hallway, he saw that Combeferre's door was still shut so Enjolras assumed he was asleep.
He walked closer to the living room, then backed up against the wall as he heard the fridge open.
Enjolras frowned, his grip on the gun becoming looser.
He nearly dropped the gun when he heard a loud burp coming from his kitchen.
'What the hell?!' He thought as he saw the fridge light through the doorway.
Enjolras found himself unable to move his feet as his hands shook. 'On the count of three.'
'One … Two … Three."
Enjolras spun round the corner and swiftly pointed the gun at the back of the intruders head. He recognized the man immediately when he turned around slowly.
"Holy shit Grantaire what the fuck are you doing in my kitchen?! How did you get in here?! I could have fucking shot you!" Enjolras screamed as Grantaire also began shaking. "What?!" Enjolras asked as Grantaire looked pale as a sheet.
"Y-you pointed a gun at me … I could have died."
"So what? You broke into my apartment!" Enjolras glared as he switched the kitchen light on.
Grantaire winced at the light. "Sorry I guess …"
"What did you break?" Enjolras asked.
"Broke the vase in the living room when I climbed through the window." Grantaire looked at the ground.
"Okay … just, can you not break in next time?" Enjolras sighed.
"Sorry." Grantaire muttered.
Grantaire found himself looking at Enjolras' perfectly toned chest. His red boxer shorts were bright against his marble skin and he noticed that Enjolras was staring back at him.
"What are you staring at?" Enjolras asked curiously.
"I could ask the same thing." Grantaire smirked as he moved closer to Enjolras.
"Tell me."
"No." Grantaire broke into a grin as Enjolras looked almost insecure. (Although he had no need to be because god those abs …)
"TELL ME!"
"NO!"
Enjolras glared.
"If I tell you why I'm staring at you, then I get something from you. Deal?"
"What do you want?"
"Deal or not."
"Deal." Enjolras huffed.
"I was looking at you because you're beautiful. Your hair is as bright as gold. Your abs look like they've been cared, you just look like a fallen angel, even with your hair sticking in a thousand different directions. You never have a dark circle under your eyes and your cheeks are the nicest shade of pink I've ever seen …" Grantaire blushed.
Somehow Enjolras and Grantaire were inches apart and Grantaire could feel Enjolras' hot breath against his skin.
"W-What do you want?" Enjolras asked.
Grantaire looked into Enjolras' bright blue eyes.
"Let me show you."
Grantaire's hands gently cupped Enjolras' perfect cheeks. Enjolras shuddered with pleasure as he felt Grantaire's lips against his own. The kiss was gentle, far from what he expected, but this (although once again he would never admit it) was Enjolras' first kiss and he felt like it needed to be more frantic and full of passion.
When Grantaire felt Enjolras respond to his kiss, Grantaire slowly moved his hands from Enjolras' face. One hand rested on his shoulder and the other snaked it's way into Enjolras' hair. Enjolras moaned when Grantaire tugged at his hair and took this moment to slip his tongue inside Enjolras' mouth. Grantaire smiled into the kiss when he felt Enjolras gasp at the sudden intimacy of the act. Enjolras was slightly smaller than Grantaire and surprised him when he pushed Grantaire against the fridge in desperation. Grantaire moved his lips to Enjolras' neck, biting and sucking as Enjolras gasped louder. Enjolras had his hands entwined into Grantaire's hair and Grantaire squeezed Enjolras' ass.
When Grantaire pulled away he smiled.
Enjolras' cheeks were bright red and his eyes lit up brightly in a way Grantaire had never seen before. He swore he had never seen a human being more perfect than in that moment. And Grantaire couldn't help but feel proud of himself for getting Enjolras so riled up.
Grantaire found himself being led into Enjolras' bedroom. Both fell onto his bed and held onto each other. Neither could wipe the grin of their faces.
...
Enjolras woke the following morning to an empty bed. 'Shit. It was just a dream.' He thought.
He threw on some trousers and walked into the living room, but smiled when he saw a shattered vase. 'Guess it wasn't a dream after all.'
If Combeferre noticed the hickeys on Enjolras' neck and the constant blush in his cheeks and spring to his step, he didn't mention anything.
A/N: Thanks to anyone who is still reading this :3 This was sort of a chapter that will be explained later. I felt like we need to add more elements of E/R.
-R