No, I just --. I get frustrated. ( He makes a sound, noisily through his nose. ) It's because I believe in you that I want you to do better. I want you to see your potential, and I can't quite figure out the right way to do so.
[ He hangs up without even giving Enjolras a chance to respond, and then kind of just stands there staring blankly into space for a while as his mind tries to process what just happened.
Enjolras likes him. Likes him.
He looks down at himself, as always his clothes are stained with paint and food and wine... this won't do. Rummaging around he manages to find clothes that at least look clean, though he honestly don't know how long they've been in that pile on the floor.
After that all he can really do is drag a hand through his messy curls, say a prayer to a God he stopped believing in a long time ago and head off to see Enjolras. ]
( Enjolras does his best to tidy up while he waits, fixing his piles of paperwork and shoving his empty coffee mugs into the sink. Then he mostly paces, restlessly moving around his apartment while fretting.
When there's a knock at the door he rushes to answer it, stopping shortly before it to gather his breath, run a frantic hand through his hair. )
R.
( He smiles, nervous and ridiculous, opening the door wide. )
[ That smile is quite the shock to R's system, and the one E gets in return is a spectacularly goofy one.
He steps carefully into the apartment, almost as if he's expecting something to explode in his face and prove that this was just all some sort of weird trap. ]
... Hi.
[ What do you even say in a situation like this?? ]
[ A drink, he is very tempted to say, and hates himself for it. He shouldn't want to experience this moment through a wine-induced haze and yet that is exactly what he craves now as the nerves start to really get to him. ]
Okay. ( He's feeling terribly out of control, but this is important and he needs to do this right. ) Okay.
( Enjolras takes a step forward, then pauses. ) I don't really know what to do now. ( It's a helpless confession. ) I don't know what's best. Perhaps I should just ... reiterate?
( He very pointedly reaches for Grantaire's hand. )
I like you. I have liked you for a very long time. If you don't think that this is a terrible idea then I would like to kiss you.
( The noise he makes is shocked, but that doesn't last long. Instead his hands go to Grantaire's waist. Instead he pushes him back until he's against the wall of Enjolras' apartment. Instead there is an insistent mouth upon his own.
There's something greedy about it, his fingertips digging into skin, his mouth urgent. Enjolras kisses like he means it, licking into Grantaire's mouth with a barely concealed groan. He can't help it, he can't stop himself. He's imagined this for so long that he feels half mad with it. Unbidden, his hand finds the other man's hair, curls into it so he can press another kiss to his jaw. )
[ Grantaire actually feels a little light-headed after that kiss, his head cleared of anything resembling coherent thought, which is why when Enjolras speaks he doesn't really have the mental capacity to actually process the words. ]
( There's something bright about his smile, in the almost shy way it crooks up on only one side. ) I think I've imagined it a dozen ways by now.
( He still has Grantaire pressed against the wall, and so it's the perfect opportunity to lean in again and kiss him. It's slow, but still as demanding, sucking his bottom lip between Enjolras' teeth to tease it. )
[ Grantaire wraps his arms around Enjolras' neck, a quiet little noise escaping him because of just how intense the sensation of Enjolras kissing him is. He wonders if the other man even understands the effect he has on him. ]
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( He's mean and distracted and thoughtless most of the time. )
I'm cruel to you more often than I'm not. I don't always mean to be, but I know I am.
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I'm sorry, I've been trying to be better at it.
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[ Said with a very large dose of self-deprecating humour. ]
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( Softer, less of a command. ) Please, I want to talk to you properly. Face to face.
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[ He may or may not be panicking right now. ]
See you soon.
[ He hangs up without even giving Enjolras a chance to respond, and then kind of just stands there staring blankly into space for a while as his mind tries to process what just happened.
Enjolras likes him. Likes him.
He looks down at himself, as always his clothes are stained with paint and food and wine... this won't do. Rummaging around he manages to find clothes that at least look clean, though he honestly don't know how long they've been in that pile on the floor.
After that all he can really do is drag a hand through his messy curls, say a prayer to a God he stopped believing in a long time ago and head off to see Enjolras. ]
smooching, imminent
When there's a knock at the door he rushes to answer it, stopping shortly before it to gather his breath, run a frantic hand through his hair. )
R.
( He smiles, nervous and ridiculous, opening the door wide. )
Come in.
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He steps carefully into the apartment, almost as if he's expecting something to explode in his face and prove that this was just all some sort of weird trap. ]
... Hi.
[ What do you even say in a situation like this?? ]
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Can I get you anything?
( It's awkward, he knows. He can't help it. )
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I'm good, thank you.
[ What he means is that he is terrified. ]
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( Enjolras takes a step forward, then pauses. ) I don't really know what to do now. ( It's a helpless confession. ) I don't know what's best. Perhaps I should just ... reiterate?
( He very pointedly reaches for Grantaire's hand. )
I like you. I have liked you for a very long time. If you don't think that this is a terrible idea then I would like to kiss you.
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What he does do is let go of Enjolras' hand so that he can cradle his face with both hands and kiss him hard, almost desperately. ]
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There's something greedy about it, his fingertips digging into skin, his mouth urgent. Enjolras kisses like he means it, licking into Grantaire's mouth with a barely concealed groan. He can't help it, he can't stop himself. He's imagined this for so long that he feels half mad with it. Unbidden, his hand finds the other man's hair, curls into it so he can press another kiss to his jaw. )
Oh. So that's what it feels like.
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What?
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( There's something bright about his smile, in the almost shy way it crooks up on only one side. ) I think I've imagined it a dozen ways by now.
( He still has Grantaire pressed against the wall, and so it's the perfect opportunity to lean in again and kiss him. It's slow, but still as demanding, sucking his bottom lip between Enjolras' teeth to tease it. )
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I've imagined more.