Grantaire chased a fleeing Enjolras out of the cafe.
"Wait!" Grantaire called, causing people to stare.
Enjolras continued to run, not letting the stumbling drunk deter him from his goal. Getting away.
He managed to make it to his rooms without any problem, flying across the streets and up the stairs in record time. But once he was at his apartment, there was the entire issue of getting the door unlocked with shaking hands.
Suddenly someone put their hand over his. Although the movements were gentle, and smooth, there was no mistaking the smell of wine that covered Grantaire.
"Why'd ya run?" Grantaire asked, as the key turned smoothly in the hole, causing the door to ease open.
For the first time in his life, Enjolras couldn't give an answer, so instead he slipped inside and slammed the door shut. Before he could lock it, however, it opened, to reveal Grantaire, standing there, looking awkward and unsure of what to do, now that he had the main obstacle out of the way.
"Well come in then, if you're going to break the door down," Enjolras snarled.
"Enjolras" Grantaire tried to sooth, but since his voice was hoarse, he was panting, and the general affect alcohol had had on his voice wasn't good, it didn't sound too reassuring, "Don't worry, I'm not going to-" He broke off, not sure what he was promising.
"Not going to what? Scare me? Chase me? Break and enter?" Enjolras tried to sound angry, but his voice only came out as a whisper, and he collapsed onto the bed, barely managing to stay in a sitting position.
Grantaire moved close to the blond, trying to look non-threatening. He rubbed his back, but his movements were sluggish, and he couldn't get his body to work right.
"You're drunk." Enjolras needlessly pointed out, "You don't know what you're doing," But he leaned into the touch.
"I am drunk. When ain't I? But I do know what I'm doing."
Enjolras stayed silent, and who knows how long they stayed there, just waiting in silence.
Then Grantaire noticed Enjolras' normally perfect posture was slumped, and he realized, with a grin, that the student had fallen asleep.
He untangled himself, making sure to be gentle and not wake the blond.
He tucked Enjolras under the sheets, and let his eyes trace over the body laying in the bed. No doubt Enjolras was a handsome creature, if there had been any baby-fat, it was far gone, letting supple muscles, and smooth skin take over.
The body curled, making Grantaire, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed, jump slightly.
"Bon nuit, Petit." He muttered, and, feeling unusually tender, kissed the golden head, before heading out into the night.
Once again, for Yeliah, and this is it. I can't use anymore time for this, I have two big stories I need to write.