A single spark (Modern Enjoltaire AU)

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Enjolras stumbled into the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. He grabbed a washcloth and wet it, rubbing it in his face.

Enjolras brushed his hair with the brush on his nightstand and sat on the bed, running his fingers through his hair. He took out his phone and saw he had several texts from Jehan. All of them talked about Bahorel being in prison and requiring bail.

Enjolras groaned, got dressed, and ran down the stairs, motioning for Grantaire to follow. They got in the car and drove to the prison in silence.

***

Bahorel was the type of kid to pierce his belly button (or any body part, really) when he was in class because he was bored or just for the hell of it. This was the argument Enjolras used to attempt to get Bahorel out.

"Why the hell aren't you in here with me?" Bahorel asked Grantaire and Grantaire shrugged.

"Luck. We'll get you out of here," Grantaire promised and Bahorel snorted.

"This doesn't scare me, you know. The whole jail thing," Bahorel muttered and Grantaire snorted.

"Sure. I'll get you out, if not for you then for Jehan. He's really worried about you, if you care," Grantaire mumbled and Bahorel rolled his eyes.

"Can I ask you something?" Bahorel whispered and Grantaire sighed.

"Fine."

"Are you and Enjolras together?" He inquired. "Not that I think that's wrong, why would I when I'm gay? I'm just curious. The way you two look at each other when the other isn't aware, it's- it's like Joly to Musichetta or Marius to Cosette," Bahorel explained and Grantaire made a face.

"Don't compare me to Pontmercy. You can't tell anybody, okay? My parents kicked me out because they found out and I'm staying at his house and I can't go anywhere else. And if anybody else found out. . ." Grantaire trailed off and Bahorel nodded.

"I understand. I was there before. Fine, bail me out. And if you ever get kicked out of Enjolras's house, you're always welcome at mine," Bahorel murmured and Grantaire smiled.

"Thanks. Bye," Grantaire walked out of the jail and sat down, glancing at Enjolras.

"$500 for bail," Enjolras muttered and Grantaire nodded, taking Enjolras's hand in his.

"If we get everyone to somehow five 30, we should have over. I don't know, I'm too tired to maths," Enjolras sighed and Grantaire frowned.

"How are you tired?" Grantaire asked.

"Stress makes me sleepy. Could you drive?" Enjolras asked and Grantaire nodded, walking over to the other side.

He helped Enjolras get into the passenger side and started the car, looking over at Enjolras.

***
They walked into the house, confronted by Enjolras's parents. "Hey, mom. Dad," Enjolras said and Mrs. Enjolras crossed her arms.

"Is there a problem?" Grantaire asked, slowly stepping in front of Enjolras.

"Have you drank. . . Lets just say milk," his dad started and Enjolras groaned quietly.

"In your room recently?" Enjolras's dad finished.

"No sir, neither of us have," Grantaire replied, pushing Enjolras further behind him.

"Then what was that white stuff on your sheets?" His mom retorted and Grantaire glared at her.

"Well ma'am. If I may, the sheets are kind of all white. So," Grantaire stated and Enjolras pushed past Grantaire.

"You're kind of about five inches shorter than me, you're not hiding me," Enjolras muttered and Grantaire pushed him further back.

"I don't care," Grantaire growled and glared at Enjolras's parents.

"And on your clothes?" She added and Grantaire sighed.

"Well, you see. . . God, how do I say this. Ill just come clean with it. I've been fucking your son," Grantaire said and clapped his hands together.

"10 minutes. Go get your stuff and leave. I never want to see you again," Mrs. Enjolras growled and Grantaire threw his hands up.

"Don't be so hard, ma'am. Hard, hehe. Reminds me of what your son does to me," Grantaire smirked and ran upstairs.

Enjolras stared at the ground as he followed Grantaire up to the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

"Don't worry; Bahorel just talked to me about how I'm welcome at his house. Besides, I can just stay at another house until we bail him out," Grantaire explained and Enjolras nodded.

"Maybe we can still hang out," Enjolras whispered and Grantaire set his bag down, walking closer to Enjolras and placing his hands above Enjolras's ass.

"I love you," he whispered and pressed their lips together. Enjolras kissed him back and pressed Grantaire to the wall, pulling Grantaire's pants down to his butt.

"Do you think Bahorel would let us- use his house at some point?" Enjolras asked and Grantaire shrugged.

"We can't do that weekend thing here though since the whole-"

"My parents won't be here," Enjolras murmured and Grantaire smiled and kissed Enjolras's forehead.

"Good. I'll see you tomorrow then," Grantaire whispered and squeezed Enjolras's ass before grabbing his bag and hopping out the window.

"There is a door!" Enjolras yelled and Grantaire waved at him.

"I know! I like leaving like this!"

***

Grantaire knocked on Enjolras's door, shoving his hands in his pockets. "G-Grantaire is h-h-here!" Joly yelled and Enjolras ran up to the door and smiled.

"I think we might be a little short on bail," he admitted and Grantaire frowned.

"Well, that isn't good. . . But, I think I might be able to help. I was saving this for a hotel in case I couldn't find some place to stay, but if we get Bahorel out, then," Grantaire pulled $150 out of his pocket.

"This. . . Definitely covers it. Wow," Enjolras hesitantly took the money and looked inside the house.

"Who wants to come bail Bahorel out with us?" Enjolras asked and Jehan jumped up and ran to the door, hugging Enjolras.

"Let's go!"