Enjolras x Grantaire one shots

Destinations can wait.

A/N: I don't usually write "s*xual" stuff like this (i didn't actually write the smut but like the stuff before it) but I thought I'd give it a shot. Sorry if it's trash.

It was the Easter break at uni and the couple were driving to Enjolras' parents' house for the "traditional Easter Sunday meal, which is an absolute necessity" to quote the very religious mother and father. Of course, as you might have guessed, they were about as homophobic as people get so they didn't know of Enjolras' relationship with Grantaire and he had just asked them if he could bring a friend since he had nowhere else to go. Enjolras was driving since R had never been able to afford a car and therefore had never gotten a license and so he was sitting in the passenger seat, feet up on the dashboard no matter how many times Enj told him it wasn't safe. His hand was grazing along the inside of the drivers thigh playfully, and he was smirking to himself, looking out the window. As he moved his hand slowly upwards he could sense Enjolras getting agitated and trying to regain his focus.

"I swear to God, Grantaire. If I have to pull over you won't be able to walk for a week."

Grantaire only looked at him and smiled. But before 2 minutes had gone by, he'd slid his hand all the way up to Enjolras' crotch and was teasing him sinfully.

"Right that's it." Enj said frankly, going off route and driving down a back street. He parked the car and blacked out the windows. "We're gonna be late because you can't keep it in your pants."

"But what about your parents' dinner?"

"There was traffic." E smirked before climbing over into the backseat and Grantaire following suit. Before he could even sit down, Enjolras had flipped him over as was sitting on top of him, kissing him. He'd never expected him to actually go through with it but here he was, being straddled by his boyfriend in the back of a car on the way to his parents' house. Enjolras was unbuttoning his shirt, pressing kisses to his chest as he went down before getting to his jeans and swiftly unfastening them also. "Listen are you sure because once we start there's a good chance I won't be able to stop?"

"Oh absolutely. Now stop teasing and get on with it."

Enjolras began to undress himself and Grantaire just stared. "God you're so perfect and I'm so fucking lucky." R proceeded to kiss his neck, pulling his shirt off for him.

"Don't be so rough," E laughed, "there can't be any marks. And try your best not to make a mess of my car. It was expensive as fuck and I'll be pissed if you ruin it."

"Shut up and fuck me already you idiot."

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Enjolras looked down to check his jeans were zipped up before knocking on the door, 20 minutes later than they should've been. When his mother opened it, he kissed her cheek, "Hi mum," and then shaking hands with his father, "dad. Uh this is Grantaire, my friend."

Grantaire resisted the urge to smirk at E calling him a friend and said politely to the parents, "Thanks so much for letting me come."

"Oh it's no problem, it's nice to know that Enjolras has made friends at university." They were the poshest-speaking people 'Taire had ever encountered. He simply smiled back and they walked into the dining room where everything was laid out as if the queen was coming for dinner.

"Sorry we're late mum. There was really bad traffic on the way over." Enjolras lied, trying to swallow a laugh.

"It's fine dear, it wasn't quite ready on time anyway since your father had to run to the shop since he hadn't bought enough potatoes." the thin, blond woman glared at the man who was grinning sheepishly as he sat down.