26/4/13

Thanks for the support for this fic. It has been fun writing but I am afraid updates will be slower over the next seven weeks because of my GCSE exams.

Almost an Actress – You better like it! I am writing it for you hehe

Phoenixflames12 – Thanks the characterisations are what I worry about the most and I am glad they worked well together

gleechick21 – Thanks a lot babes

Chapter 2 – "I love you with all my heart you drunk idiot!"

The white flakes clung to Jehan and coated his entire body in a light sheen of water. The snow settled on the pair and snowflakes got stuck on Jehan's eyelashes so he spent half of the walk blinking them off. Jehan struggled carrying the much larger man to the car and was glad Courfeyrac had driven to the meeting today instead of walked. The snow still fell in a torrent and the streets were deserted around them. Thankfully Jehan could still see vaguely where he was going and the car was up ahead. With a lot of struggling and grabbling with the bear like cuddler, Jehan worked the keys lose and wrestled Courfeyrac into the back of the car where he remained staring at the ceiling dozily. He jumped in the front set and chuckled at Courfeyrac's whining for his pillow to come back. "You're off home now Courf," he giggled but Courfeyrac's whining persisted. Jehan pulled off the curb and ventured in to the stormy unknown.

The snow caught Courfeyrac's little old car in its cold grasp and the flakes assaulted them from all sides. Jehan didn't know how much assault the old Citroen could take and hurried back to Courfeyrac's apartment. The drunkard in the backseat had finally been subdued by the beginnings of a migraine and the car drove with the silence only interrupted by the howling wind. Mercifully, the pair arrived at Courfeyrac's inner city apartment without the car collapsing on them; although the creaking did not reassure Jehan that they would get back in one piece. Courfeyrac was in an uneasy sleep which made it so much easier to carry him into the one bedroom flat. However, the peace did not last long; they made their way up the stairs and shouting echoed off the walls. Courfeyrac woke of suddenly and nearly sent them both off down the stairs backwards. "Jehan, what are you doing in my bed?" Courfeyrac asked confused.

"I'm not in your bed Courf," Jehan sighed, holding in a little smile.

"Jehan, why is my bed moving?" he asked, still as confused as before.

"Don't mind that Fey, just go to sleep," Jehan chuckled but the drunk man refused while in his delirious state.

"Sleep is boring Jehan," he argued and Jehan rolled his eyes with a smile as Courfeyrac began to play with one of the flowers in his hair.

It took a long time to clamber up the stairs. Courfeyrac's building had to be the only one in Paris with a lift operator then didn't allow drunks. Jehan unlocked the door and shook Courfeyrac off him onto the bed. As part of his usual drunk Courfeyrac routine, Jehan put a glass of water and a hangover cure by his bed while Courfeyrac tried to work out how to use a duvet. However, when he tried to move away from the bed to leave as he always did, Courfeyrac's hand grabbed him and pulled him backwards with a tug so he was sat on the bed. "Stay with me, Jehan," Courfeyrac murmured as the headache returned with a vengeance.

"I have to be getting home Fey," Jehan sighed, in his heart he would love to stay with Courfeyrac but that could never end well. He would end up blurting out his love out or would say something stupid to embarrass himself and ruin their friendship.

"Not in snow," Courfeyrac muttered while waving his hand in the general direction of the window. Jehan had to admit that Courfeyrac was right; there was no way he could get home in this weather. The snow has increased its intensity and he could not see anything through the white screen.

"Ok but I will be out of your hair at the crack of dawn," Jehan conceded and Courfeyrac beamed in victory.

Jehan stood up to make both boys a pure black coffee; to warm himself up and in a vain attempt to sober Courfeyrac up. Courfeyrac took the cup and surprisingly didn't spill any of the scolding hot liquid on himself. Jehan stole a pillow and settled on Courfeyrac's couch before whining arose from the bed. "Jehan," he sulked and lifted the covers. The rate of Jehan's rate speed dramatically and his breath was caught in his throat. To say he had dreamed of a moment would be a mass understatement; he had wanted to be close to Courfeyrac since they had first talked to each other but never had the courage. His heart pulsed erratically but his head told him no; it told him not to be stupid and Courfeyrac was only doing this because he was drunk. Of course, being a poet, his heart won over and he slid under the duvet with his one true love. The warmth instantly comforted his trembling frame and he felt a burning desire to snuggle closer to Courfeyrac but his head kept him in check. However in his drunken state, Courfeyrac's mind could not keep him in check and the larger man wrapped himself round Jehan. "Don't leave me Jehan," he whispered while resting his head on Jehan's thin chest.

"I won't," Jehan promised and was grinning with glee.

"You will because you don't love me," he huffed and Jehan sighed. He could not hold back the urge no matter how much his mind screeched at him.

"I love you with all my heart you drunk idiot!" he shouted and kissed Courfeyrac passionately on the lips.

Courfeyrac was tense against his lips to begin with but quickly softened and pushed back as well. A warmth spread in his chest and the pressure of his secret with instantly lifted. "I love you too my little poet," Courfeyrac grinned and leant on Jehan's shoulder. Within minutes he was fast asleep and Jehan was left with his happy thoughts and the warmth of his lover next to him.