A single spark (Modern Enjoltaire AU)

14

Grantaire sat on the bed, staring at Bahorel. "So my mom really walked it on you and Enjolras fucking?" He asked and Grantaire chuckled, shaking his head and messing with the bottom of his pants.

"She walked in during foreplay," Grantaire corrected and Bahorel snorted. "Well not 'walk in', she just knocked and interrupted," Grantaire mumbled and Bahorel sobered up, nodding.

"Well I think that's fucking awesome. And next time, just use the spare bedroom," Bahorel said and Grantaire nodded.

"Alright. How's Jehan doing?" He asked and Bahorel shrugged, looking down.

"He's doing okay," he said quietly. "He uh, he's mostly hanging with Courf now, Courf is better with comforting and stuff," Bahorel mumbled and Grantaire nodded.

"Are you the more. . . Physical?" Grantaire wiggled his eyebrows and Bahorel laughed.

"Technically. But only cuddling to heavy making out in underwear. He's not looking to do anything soon and I respect that. He was recently. . . Abused," bahorel clinched his fists and Grantaire rested his hand on baborels shoulder.

"So he wasn't a virgin before then?"

"As far as I know, he was. I don't want to rush him into anything, you know?" Bahorel said and Grantaire nodded.

"I think he's ready. I talked to him recently, before the incident, and he sounded, well," Grantaire trailed off and Bahorel scooted closer.

"What?"

<flashback>

Jehan sat in the car beside Grantaire, twiddling his thumbs. "So. What was your first time like?" Jehan asked and Grantaire looked over at him.

"Huh?"

"Y-your first time. W-with Enjolras?" He asked and Grantaire leaned back.

"Well, a lot of people say their first times were awkward and stuff, but ours wasn't. I was really upset because I didn't want to rush into a relationship and he didn't either. Friends with benefits, he suggested. We weren't really sure where his parents were and when they'd get back so it was really rushed. But I loved every moment of it. And I'm not the cuddling type, but we cuddled for a long time. I think you should wait until your ready, be sure you're both clean, and wear a condom. Just in case," Grantaire explained and Jehan nodded.

"Thanks."

<end flash Backs>

"So, you should talk to him sometime. I think he's ready," Grantaire said and Bahorel nodded.

"You might have to go to somewhere else tomorrow, if Jehan would. . ." Bahorel trailed off and Grantaire nodded.

"Sure thing, buddy. Tell me how your conversation with Jehan goes."

***

Bahorel knocked on Jehan's door, rocking on the balls of his feet. Jehan oped the door, yawning.

He was dressed in felt plaid pyjamas, a muscle shirt- Bahorel's. His hair hadn't been brushed yet and was sticking up in all directions. He was still sleepily rubbing his eyes until he saw Bahorel standing in front of him expectantly, like he was waiting for an answer. "What?" He asked after a while and Bahorel laughed, leaning against the door frame.

"I asked if I could come in for a minute? Are your parents home?" Bahorel asked.

"S-sure. And no, they're not home," Jehan stammered and Bahorel smiled and stood up, walking inside.

"So, are you feeling any better?" Bahorel asked as they walked into Jehan's bedroom. "Wow, you're bedroom is nice," Bahorel said.

Jehan's room was Red, Gray, and black with racks on the walls for guitars, acoustic and electric. His bed matched, with black and red pillows and sheets. "Thanks. Yeah, I-I'm feeling loads better," Jehan mumbled and sat down, looking at the ground.