9: Hanging out with friends.
Sorry for taking so long to update, I was stupid enough to join camp nanowrimo. But as April comes to it's end and I failed miserably at writing novel (surprising, isn't it? Ugh.) I promise that updates will come more often now.
This fic will be the death of me, seriously. Get ready for unholy amount of fluff.
Also, if it was unclear yet – in my headcanon Enjolras is not only way less experienced but also a bit younger than Grantaire.
All the mistaked are entirely my own fault. No proofreading, no beta, and endless amount of alcohol ensues here.
As Enjolras' birthday was coming closer and closer, Grantaire found himself on the edge of panic. It was hardly his first relationship, though all previous turned to be spectacular failures, and he knew with great details how screwing up in the matter of birthday or any other anniversary could bring even the best relationship to the end. And he very much didn't want that with Enjolras. For God's sake, he loved the man. It was the first time in his 20 years long life he was so serious about his relationship to even speak about love.
On the day before he has everything planned into even the smail, most non significant detail. It was Saturday so they had no classes, and he was going to gently (he hoped it'll be just that easy) convince Enjolras to come with him to their favourite pub when they were going to meet rest of their friends. He supposed they will stay in the pub until late night, but nevermind, he wanted to save his present for later, when they were alone.
He just hoped and prayed – thought to whom he wasn't really sure – that he wasn't going to mess it up.
On the day of Enjolras' 20th birthday R wakes up ridiculously early. He can't recall the day he woke up this early without being forced to since last 5 years, and it somehow makes him even more nervous. He craves for a drink but he promised himself not to drink at all today – he wants to stay sober and, what's even more important to him, remember everything – so he settles at chain-smoking almost whole pack of cigarettes. At the time he comes back from balcony – Enjolras hates him smoking and firmly forbid him to do so inside of the apartment on the day they decided to live together – Enjolras is still sound asleep so, feeling a bit guilty about smoking, R tiptoes over the bedroom to the bathroom and takes a shower, washing his hair three times just to be sure.
When he's out of the bethroom Enjolras is still asleep so he realizes he has yet another occasion to prove how good boyfriend he is – not that Enjolras needs any more proofs, but Grantaire is insecure even though – and make him breakfast in bed.
He ws always been good at cooking, mostly because he really likes to eat, so he's taking full advantage at this and settles at making pancakes.
His whole plan kinda fails, cause at the time he flips last pancake Enjolras slowly emerges out of bedroom rubbing his eyes and running his hands through his messy, golden curls.
He pads through kitchen and wraps himself over Grantaire.
"Hello." He murmurs, his eyes still closed. Enjolras might be a lot of things but morning person isn't one of them.
"Hi." Grantaire says softly. "Happy birthday."
"Thanks." He yawns, and presses the kiss to the nape of Grantaire's neck. "Will you now stop teasing me? I'm not a teenager anymore."
"Nope, you still are." Grantaire says, his voice still gentle as he turns the oven off and turns to kiss Enjolras. "You're just a year older, not a year more mature."
"Verry funny, R." Enjolras scowls.
They talk in the same manner for some time before Grantaire finally snaps and kisses Enjolras senseless. They tumble in the direction of the bedroom soon after, breakfast long forgotten.
When they meet their friends at the pub it's already way past 7 pm., the time they all agreed for. As they enter the door it's clear their friends got impatient and get absorbed in themselves. Eponine and Cosette are kissing in the corner, ignorant of all the people around. Eponine is dressed in tight leather pants, and is curled all over Cosettle, who's lacy dress seems to overflow Eponine's skinny silhouette. Grantaire laugs gently at the sight, thinking that he would do exactly the same if they were left alone to wait with Enjolras.
Coufreyrac and Combeferre are playing drinking game, sitting by the bar an laughing. Marius talks with Jehan, casting longing glances at the Cosette and sighing sometimes. Every time it happens poet runs his hand over his arm in comforting gesture.
As they enter the door everyone (save Cosette and Eponine enwrapped in themselves) smile at them and come back to their activities, easy, comforting atmosfere you can only experienece between good friends in the air.
They spend the evening drinking – though Grantaire doesn't even touch the bottle, trying to replace it with cigarettes, and stay sober no matter what – and laughing together and as R sees the smile on the Enjolras' face his heart melts like a chocolate on the hot day.
As the midninght strikes, and they all say goodbye to each other he gently tuggs slighly intoxicated Enjolras' arm and takes him home and they both laugh and talk easily going through warm, rainy night to the home that awaits them.
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Story will contiue in next chapters!