6: Wearing each others' clothes.
My hand is better, but I still have to be careful with it and it hurts like hell, so I don't know how updates will went, but I realized I can't live without this story, I love them too much so I had to overcome pain and be a badass and come to you with another chapter :)
I am in love with Enjolras even more than R is.
Also, in my headcanon he's rather skinny. And tall. I don't know why. He just is.
Unbetad and no proofreading cause I am too drunk to do this.
It's still dark when Grantaire wakes up. Enjolras' arm is thrown possesively over his waist and he smiles silently to himself at the sight. Blonde's hair are scatterd over the pillow, perfect curls now a mess, his pale arms and prominent collarbones on display. Grantaire's heart swells with love, and he slowly untangles himself, wondering how come and when he become such romantic and such in love.
In love. This words sounds in his ear over and over again. He's in love with this man. He has been in love with him for so long he barely believes now his dream came true.
He dresses quickly in first clothes he finds lying over the floor. Room is cold, and chill makes him rush. He puts on jumper that lies near, not sure if it's his or Enjolras', but he certainly doeasn't care now, lost in his thoughts.
He thinks that he wants to paint Enjolras so badly, just like this, lying on the bed in peace, sound asleep, vunerable and innocent. And beautiful.
He almost tiptoes to kitchen, determined not to wake up his...boyfriend? He tastes the word on his tongue and smiles widely.
Happiness is so unbelievable feeling, he thinks. Makes you wanna fly.
He has never been this happy, happy to the point of screaming from joy, shouting name of his love for everyone to hear. He is almost optimistic now, and laughs at the thought.
Grantaire turns the lights on and starts making breakfast. He is actually quite good at cooking, at least when it comes to basics. He decides to make pancakes, as Enjolras likes them and he wants to surprise him.
He cooks while singing quietly under his breath and lost in his thoughts, far away, chosing the best shade of paint to put the light on Enjolras' hair.
The sun starts poking through curtains on the window, when Enjolras emerges from bedroom, smiling lovely smile as he notices Grantaire.
"Um. Hi." He blushes ligtly and kisses him on the cheek.
"Hello." R smiles even wider, thinking silently to himself that he probably looks like an idiot.
"You look really handsome in red." Enjolras laughs quietly and it's only when R notices what he's wearing.
Enjolra's red t shirt is a bit too tight for him, different from baggy shirts he usually wears, making his muscles show in a way that Enjolras without a doubt appreciates.
Then he looks at his blonde lover. Enjolras is wearing R's black t shirt, stained with yellow and red paint, too large for him, ending almost at his knees.
Grantaire blushes even more, and wonders if it's even possible.
"Uh, sorry, it was dark, I didn't want to wake you up so I just..."
"It's okay." Enjolras smiles his brilliant smile, so rare at his face. "I like the way you look in my clothes."
"Possesive, hmm?" Grantaire laughs.
And everything's perfect as they kiss, not paying attention to burning pancakes.