Enjolras had been best friends with Grantaire for several years now. They had graduated from school and were both studying at the same university. They were inseparable. But of course, as they always do, Enjolras' feelings for Grantaire began to develop into something a little more than friendship...
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"Hey, Enjolras, it's your turn. Truth or dare?" asked Courfeyrac. They had been playing this game for quite some time now. He wanted to spice things up a little bit and knew exactly how to do it.
"He has to pick dare, he's picked truth every time!" Combeferre insisted, knowing what Courfeyrac was up to.
"No I didn't! I picked dare when.... Okay, fair enough. Dare, then." Enjolras huffed.
"I dare you to kiss Grantaire." Courfeyrac smirked. Grantaire, who had been taking a sip of lemonade, began to choke on the drink and Eponine slapped him on the back.
"Wh-what!" cried Enjolras.
"I just dared you to kiss Grantaire, come on, Enjy, keep up."
"No."
"But it's a dare."
"I don't care, I'm not comfortable doing that."
"Just do it, Enj, it's just a dare. It doesn't mean anything." interrupted Grantaire. But it did; it meant so much to him.
"Fine!" snapped Enjolras. He walked over to where Grantaire was sat, grabbing the brunette's collar and kissing him roughly on the lips.
Grantaire's lips were softer than Enjolras had ever imagined them to be and they felt so warm against his own. He wanted to kiss him properly and for longer, but he knew that this would look suspicious, so he walked back to his seat and sat down, crossing his arms as if he were furious.
"There, that wasn't so difficult was it?" Courfeyrac remarked. Enjolras shot him a glare.
~*~
Enjolras was in the kitchen, pouring himself a drink. He heard a slight cough behind him and turned around to see Grantaire stood in the doorway. Enjolras blushed and went back to making his drink.
"Did you want some of this too?" he asked Grantaire. He could hear his voice shaking nervously.
"No." Grantaire replied.
"What do you want then?"
Grantaire walked over to Enjolras and the blonde turned round to face him, their faces inches apart.
"Another kiss." he whispered, gently grabbing Enjolras' chin and pulling his mouth towards his own.
Enjolras was a little shocked at first. Was this another dare? No, Grantaire was kissing him too passionately for that. The love of your life is kissing you, for God's sake, kiss him back! he thought, and he did; he really did. They only stopped when they heard Jehan's voice.
"COURFEYRAC! COURFEYRAC, IT WORKED, THEY'RE KISSING! COME AND SEE! DAMMIT, THEY STOPPED NOW." he yelled. They had both jumped in surprise when they heard Jehan, causing Grantaire to bite Enjolras' lip.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." Grantaire apologised, running his thumb along the blonde's lip.
"It's fine." Enjolras smiled. Courfeyrac walked into the kitchen holding a bag of popcorn, disappointed to see that his friends had stopped kissing.
"Wait, do it again, I missed it." he requested through a mouthful of popcorn. He was answered by Grantaire's knee in his groin.
