Black is the color of my true loves hair (an enjoltaire story)

Five

Grantaire saw Jehan sitting on one of the benches, a cigarette hanging from their lips. They had a large flannel on and probably no clothes under there. Grantaire wasn't sure if that was just a choice of clothing or if they was dressed like that for the drawing. Grantaire sat beside them and Jehan smiled at him, taking the cigarette out of their mouth and offering it to him. Grantaire rejected it and Jehan pressed it to their own thigh, extinguishing the flame. Grantaire cringed when he saw the small circles all over Jehan's legs and arms. 

"So. I was thinking I could draw it first on a canvas and then paint it? You won't have to pose that whole time. But if I paint it you will have to pose longer than for a simple drawing. Would you be alright with that?" Grantaire asked and Jehan nodded, almost too enthusiastically. "There will probably be breaks every once in a while, so you won't cramp up. We can do it whenever you have time, it'll probably take awhile so if you have a curfew then we might want to do it on a weekend," Grantaire explained and Jehan nodded again.

"I don't have a curfew. my parents don't care, and they're filthy rich. They're helping me look for a big house to live in. They hate how I'm always bringing boys home and staying at their houses." Jehan said and Grantaire nodded. 

"I'm apartment hunting. My parents are going to kick me out any day now, I can feel it. They're. . . moderately wealthy. But they don't let me have any of it. So they don't care if you get home at like, 3 a.m or something?" Grantaire asked and Jehan laughed. 

"If it's going to be that late then I could just stay," they joked and Grantaire shrugged. "Yeah, we can do the painting now. Would your parents mind if-"

"I have a studio in the backyard, they won't even know. They never come check up on me," Grantaire said and Jehan nodded. They stood up and started walking to Grantaire's house, sneaking in the back to the studio. 

Grantaire locked the door behind them and re-arranged some pillows and blankets he put on the ground. "The ground is cement and I didn't want you to get scraped up and shit," Grantaire said and Jehan nodded.

They took the flannel off- Grantaire was right earlier, they had no other clothes on underneath- and sat down on the blankets, rubbing their hands on them. "These are soft blankets. You're comfortable with this, right?" Jehan asked and Grantaire nodded, setting a large canvas on his easel and grabbing a pencil. "So, do I just pick a pose to do?" Jehan asked and Grantaire sighed. 

"Um, find one that you like and I'll make adjustments so it'll be easier to draw and quicker," Grantaire said after a while and Jehan nodded. 

"Can I have a cigarette during this?" Jehan asked and Grantaire shrugged. 

"Like, a lit one? Because that'll be hard to draw in," he said and Jehan nodded. 

"Unlit, then," Jehan mumbled and grabbed the box, taking a cigarette out. They decided to lay on one side, an arm propping their head up. Their other hand was draped from their arm other shoulder across their chest, the cigarette hanging from their lips barely a centimeter from their hand. 

"Bet you're glad it's not lit," Grantaire said and Jehan shrugged. "Oh, right. I just- hand veins and feet veins protrude much more than ones on your legs, it seems like it would hurt more," he added and Jehan raised his eyebrows instead of nodding. 

Grantaire walked over to him and gently moved his leg, crossing it over the other. "What, do you not want to see my dick?" Jehan teased and Grantaire shook his head, then blushed. 

"It-It's nice. This will just be more comfortable for you. And it's still visible, don't worry that pretty little head of yours," Grantaire pat Jehan's head and walked back to the canvas. 

***

Grantaire set the pencil down and studied the drawing. He picked it up a few more times to change some things and then glanced at Jehan. "We're done," he said and Jehan sat up, stretching. "That was. . . interesting. Your body is strange," Grantaire said and Jehan laughed, wrapping the flannel around their body and walking over to Grantaire. 

"I was born a girl. I decided to get most of my breast tissue removed so I would have small breasts. I had bottom surgery, but I didn't want it super-big. When it's fully erect it's about 5 ½, 6 inches," Jehan explained and Grantaire nodded. 

"I like it. Genderqueer? So like, what are you feeling today? Male, female, whatever they pronouns are for?" Grantaire asked and Jehan chuckled, resting their head on Grantaire's shoulder. 

"I'm feeling whatever you're feeling, babe," Jehan said and Grantaire glanced over at him. 

"Babe?" he asked and Jehan nodded, glancing at Grantaire's lips. They leaned forward and pressed their lips to Grantaire's. Grantaire kissed back and stumbled over to the table, shoving the paints and brushes off to clear a space. He lifted Jehan up and pulled away. Jehan whimpered and watched Grantaire walk to the drawing. 

He picked it up and set it on a side table and moved the easel. "Table or blankets?" Grantaire asked. Jehan shrugged and Grantaire felt a smile tug at his lips. "Both then," he walked back over to Jehan and slammed their lips together, running his hands down Jehan's back. He pulled away and took his shirt off, unbuttoning his pants and attempting to take them off. He laughed as he fell against Jehan, struggling to take his boots and skinny jeans off. 

Grantaire managed to take them off and threw them on the floor. He pressed his lips against Jehan's neck and bit down, earning a loud moan of pleasure. "The walls are soundproof; I do woodwork and metalwork at strange hours of the night, it disturbs the neighbors so my parents soundproofed it. You can scream and no one will even notice," Grantaire whispered and Jehan shivered. Grantaire picked them up, carried them to the blankets and set them down. 

"This will be much more comfortable. Also I just realized that you're kind of taller than me and that's going to be extremely awkward," Grantaire said and Jehan chuckled. 

"True," Jehan said and flipped them around, lowering themselve onto Grantaire. Grantaire moaned and pushed Jehan down onto him, looking at them. He sat up and pressed their lips together, flipping them around again. He pulled out and slammed into Jehan again and again, earning a satisfying scream or pleasure from Jehan each time. "Fuck!" Jehan whimpered and bit one of the pillows as they came. Grantaire pulled out and moved Jehan's head around by his hair, forcing them onto his cock as he released. Jehan pulled up and slowly licked their lips, swallowing without breaking eye contact with Grantaire. 

They lay down on the blankets and Jehan nuzzled Grantaires neck. They lay beside each other in silence for a few minutes until Jehan whispered, "up for a round two?"

Grantaire smiled and rolled on top of Jehan, connecting their lips passionately.