Author's note: Sorry this one has been so long coming, I got major writer's block. we're back in Granatire's POV and the Ami's make an appearance in this one! Hope you like and as always, please review, it really helps me.
For the second time in as many days, Grantaire woke up in Enjolras's bed.
It was sunny and shit, are those actual birds? Birds were singing.
He had no idea what time it was, they'd sat up arguing until those bloody birds had started chirping.
Grantaire could not remember a morning when he had felt more contented.
I have had hangovers for most of them...
They were laying curled up, arms laced around each others waist, legs tangled, Enjolras's head fitting beautifully under Grantaire's chin.
Enjy shifted in his sleep, rubbing his curls under Taire's nose.
He even smells fucking beautiful
The divine Apollo
Grantaire pulled him closer
My divine Apollo
They were technically dating after all
Does this mean we're going to go on dates and stuff?
The thought of Enjy going on dates with with anyone, let alone him, almost made Grantaire burst out laughing!
Soft kisses on his neck told him that the god in question was awake.
"Good morning sunshine"
He even makes morning voice sound sexy!
And since when does he call you 'sunshine'?
Probably since last night...
"Good morning uh, darling"
Enjolras smiled Did someone turn up the light? And they kissed.
Something beeped.
"Ugh, I think that's my phone" If that's Courfeyrac, I'm going to hurt him.
Enjolras sighed "Where is it?"
Grantaire sniggered shiftily "Well, it was in my jeans pocket..." He glanced around the room "Oh,. There they are!"
Enjolras laughed "How on earth did they get up there?"
The jeans were hanging from the top shelf of Enjy's bookcase.
That might have been when we were ripping each others clothes off in a darkened room...
He got up and retrieved the phone from the pocket. Sure enough, there was a text from Courfeyrac.
We're coming over in ten minutes, you'd better be decent!
"Oh. Shit" Grantaire leapt out of bed
"What?" Enjolras looked a little disappointed
"The Ami's are coming over in ten minutes"
The annoyance on Enjy's face was palpable "I'm going to murder Courf"
Grantaire kissed him "Not before I do"
"Joint murder?"
"Deal"
Aw, we're already planning a killing spree, how cute!
It took them less then 5 minutes to locate all of their clothing and make coffee. They decided although they both needed showers, Especially after last night... It wasn't worth the risk of Courfeyrac or any of the others bursting in.
Just as the allotted time elapsed, there was a loud knock at the door, accompanied by a yell of "Have you two stopped banging yet?"
With a sigh and a pleading glance to Enjolras, Grantaire opened the door.
Standing in the doorway were Les Amis de l'Abc. They were so named because when Jehan suggested it, no-one could think of anything better.
Courfeyrac was at the front, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Jehan was next to him fiddling with the flowers so intricately woven into his hair. Seriously, how does he do that?
Coombeferre was the other side, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.
Eponine was behind them with what Grantaire could only describe as intrigue on her face.
Joly was on Bahorel's back, and they were both laughing.
And Feuilly was next to them looking past Grantaire's shoulder.
Together, they were quite intimidating.
"Goooood Morning Grantaire!" Courfeyrac crooned "I do hope we aren't interrupting anything" He winked at Enjolras, who was How did I miss that? Standing behind him.
"Oh good! We'll just come in then!"
The word 'stampede' has never been used in a more appropriate context.
When the Ami's had settled themselves on the sofa's, and swiped coffee from the kitchen, Courfeyrac lifted his cup in mock salute
"My friends!" Oh, here he goes...
"We are gathered here to mark a bitter-sweet occasion"
Enjolras shot a look at Grantaire, and he had to stop himself from bursting out with laugher.
"Our friends, room-mates and long standing flirts, have finally got together!"
"Why is that bitter-sweet?" Eponine interjected
Joly laughed and Courf cringed "Because, my dear Ponine, there is a certain bet you may remember between a few of us, all in good taste of course" He assured, winking at Enjolras again.
"The bet you've just lost you mean?" Joly piped up
"Now, wait a minute" Eponine began
This is going to be good
"We don't know if he's actually lost the bet yet." She turned to Grantaire "So tell us Taire, did you shag him?"
I'm going to kill them all.
"What? Eponine, you can't just ask questions like that!"
"So in other words, yes"
Grantaire started to splutter an answer, but was cut off by Coombeferre "No offence Grantaire, but you quite clearly screwed our fearless leader and there's no use denying it, all we have left to discuss is the matter of my payment!"
Several people snorted
"Joly and I clearly stated it would be 3 weeks of less, where as..." "No way, you said two! Feuilly interrupted
"I did not! I've got it in writing!"
"In writing my arse, you could have faked that!"
"Faked it, how dare you! I would never stoop to such levels, and anyway, I don't have to, I've already won!"
"You have not!"
"Have too!"
"You actually wrote it down?" Grantaire offered weakly
Is this what they do with their spare time?
"I don't think they can hear you" said a voice by his ear. It was Enjy, grinning, oddly.
He was right, the room was now filled with the sounds of several arguments.
Grantaire turned around to face him "Thinking of a peaceful way to shut them up?"
Enjolras smiled yet wider "This might do it" and he pulled him into a passionate kiss.
The room went instantly silent.
"Well, that clears things up!" Eponine laughed
"Told you so" Joly muttered
Are you still kissing?
They broke apart as Courfeyrac shouted "Get in there R!"
Grantaire's head was spinning And not from drink for once!
After a few seconds of stunned silence, the room erupted with questions.
"Who started it?"
"How long before you fucked?"
"Is Apollo as good a kisser as he looks?"
"What are his sex noises like?"
"Are you in love?"
"Don't be stupid, of course they're in love!"
Grantaire had never been exactly quiet about these things, but Courfeyrac asking if he'd 'Spanked the monkey' did make him blush!
Why isn't Enjy shouting at them yet?
Normally, Enjolras would have told them that asking such things was childish and rude, but today he was actually laughing.
What have I done to him?
Once the Ami's realised they weren't going to get any of their query's answered, the hubub died down.
Eponine stepped into the centre of the room and raised her mug in toast
"If you've all finished being so immature, I would like to be the first to formally offer my congratulations to the happy couple, who we will now refer to as 'Enjoltaire' and ask them, in the best of tastes, and for the greater good, how many times have you banged?"
Her face was perfectly impassive as she turned to face the two students
"You know, to settle a bet"
They're all going to die
To Grantaire's surprise, it was Enjolras who answered
"Once."
The Ami's eyes widened in shock
"A perfectly exuberant once" he finished, shooting a teasing glance at Taire.
"How wonderfully diplomatic of you Enjolras!" Coombeferre declared "Now, as I was saying, my payment..." And the argument resumed.
This whole time, Enjolras had been stood behind Grantaire, surveying the room with his Ridiculously blue-eyed gaze. But now he glanced down at Taire, walked around the sofa and flopped down on him as if it were the most natural thing in the world!
This time the others ignored them and continued with their ever-increasingly animated discussions.
Grantaire leant forward and whispered in Enjy's ear "Did they really all come over just to argue about us?"
Enjolras giggled He did what now? And murmured back "That might be what is happening, yeah"
Taire grinned and shifted to face Enjy "The look on their faces when you said 'once'!"
Enjolras giggled again Seriously, what is wrong with him? "It was quite memorable"
He pecked Grantaire quickly on the lips "As were you last night"
You need to stop blushing, you aren't a fucking twelve year old girl
They stopped kissing when Joly shouted "You do have to breath at some point you know!"
"Right! Lets get down to business!" Courfeyrac announced
Enjolras laughed Is he feeling ok? "You mean there's an actual reason for you barging into our apartment at this time in the morning then?"
Our! He called it our!
Well, you do live here you know
But still, OUR!
"Oh yes" Courf resumed "Other than making you and Taire blush a lot, we do have a purpose"
Grantaire groaned, this could only mean bad news.
Moving to the centre of the room with what Grantaire could only assume was supposed to be dramatic flair, Courfeyrac continued
"We have waited a long time for this day, and it shall not go unmarked!"
There was a whoop from Coombeferre
"We are going to have a very exclusive, very awesome PARTY!"
The group gave a cheer, but Taire remained silent.
Courfeyrac's parties were the stuff of campus legend. The inordinate amounts of alcohol and glitter being the main focus of these myths.
Shit, there's going to be drink.
And me.
And Enjy.
He knew for a fact Enjolras did not exactly approve of his habits concerning drink, but he also knew that Courfeyrac would not rest until they were all drunk.
And he'd been doing so well...
Enjolras didn't look as displeased as Grantaire was sure he would've done a few days previously , but he wasn't entirely happy either.
Courfeyrac however, was in his element!
"Ok, Ponine, you open the confetti, Coombeferre, can you start bring up the crates from the car? Feuilly, have you got that deck?"
Enjy really doesn't look good.
Again.
"Hey, Enjy, we can tell them to go away if you like..."
Whatever expression Grantaire had expected to see on the blonde's face, it most certainly wasn't excitement.
"You know, for once Taire, I think this might actually be fun!"
Grantaire laughed "Who are you and what have you done with Enjolras?"
The beautiful Apollo smiled that new smile that Grantaire was beginning to like
"The question is, what have you done to me?"
That might have been the cheesiest line I've ever heard
But as soon as their lips touched again, he really couldn't care less. Maybe this could be a good night.