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

Six

Grantaire walked into the building, smiling when Eponine joined. "I'm not sure if you're aware, but Jehan and I work at the same store; we talk. I ran into them this morning and they told me something interesting," she said and Grantaire sighed. "How was that sweet piece of irish ass?" she asked and he looked down at his feet, shaking his head. "I also got you some coffee, since Jehan seemed pretty tired I assumed you were as well," she handed him the cup and he thanked her, looking at his feet.

She shoved him and he glanced at her, a sympathetic frown on her face. He sighed and led her out of the building to the back. "Tell me. I'm your bestest friend, I deserve to know," Eponine whined and he took a slow sip of coffee.

"We were up all night. Well, they fell asleep after a while so I started painting. Then they woke up and- we fucked like, 5, 6 times. Are they here today?" Grantaire asked and Eponine nodded. 

They walked back inside and Grantaire saw Jehan at their locker. Jehan saw Grantaire and grinned, walking over to him. "Can we hang out after school? You have a pipe, right?" Jehan asked and Grantaire nodded. 

"And quite a lot of weed. Does anyone else want to join? We have an extra pipe if Ep joins," Eponine shook her head and Grantaire nodded. "Two extra ones. Anybody?" Grantaire asked and Jehan shrugged. 

"Not that I can think of. More for us, right?" Jehan asked and Grantaire chuckled. 

"I guess so. See you in dance?" he asked and Jehan nodded, hugging Grantaire before skipping away. Grantaire sighed and looked over at Eponine. "Sure you don't want to join us?" he asked and Eponine shook her head. 

"Still sorting out the court date and stuff. We're taking it to court. And I don't want Gav and Azelma to be all alone; I'm sure they'd be happy there but I just feel more comfortable-" 

"I understand. And if Jehan and I get high enough, things could escalate." Eponine made a funny face and walked away. Grantaire rolled his eyes and followed her, looking at his feet. 

***

Jehan lowered themself onto the ground next to Grantaire, grabbing the pipe from Grantaire and and putting it in their mouth. "The park, huh?What if their are kids here? Kids seeing us smoking pot," he trailed off and Grantaire raised his eyebrows. 

"True. I mean, I don't really care if they see us or not, it's just pot. The parents might get mad if they see us. 'Why does it smell like a music festival?', they'll say; but they can't kick us out of a public park. I like your hair," Grantaire said, reaching his hand out and stroking Jehan's hair. Jehan pressed their head against Grantaire's hand, slowly rolling on top of him. He breathed out a mouthful of smoke slowly onto Grantaire's face, kissing him deeply. Grantaire kissed back and slowly pulled away, Jehan's lip in his teeth.

He let go and smiled, setting the pipe down and sitting up, Jehan still sitting in his lap. "Do you think the parents would mind if-"

"Oh yes, absolutely pissed," they said and Grantaire sighed. "That doesn't mean I don't want to," they whispered, pressing their wet lips on Grantaire's jaw. Grantaire ran his finger down Jehan's spine, sighing. "But do you want to," Jehan stated and Grantaire bit his lip. "We can go to my house, my parents won't mind," Jehan said and Grantaire nodded, standing up. 

"Grab the pipes," Grantaire said and Jehan squatted down. Grantaire took a shaky breath and shook his head. They walked to Jehan's house, occasionally stopping to kiss and grope each other.

***

Grantaire woke up with Jehan laying on him, snoring gently. "Wake up," Grantaire pushed Jehan off him, who whined in protest as Grantaire slid out of him. "What time is it?" he asked and Jehan shrugged, sitting up and stretching. He glanced at his phone and groaned quietly, sitting on Grantaire's abdomen. 

"It's like. . . 11 pm or something. Or 1 am, I couldn't tell .There were ones," they said and Grantaire snorted. "I'm going to take a bath, care to join?" Jehan asked and Grantaire shook his head. 

"Maybe later. I need to gather the strength," he said and Jehan nodded, kissing the corner of Grantaire's lips and walking into the bathroom. Grantaire sighed and pushed himself up, staring at the door. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his temples. He heard the water turn on and waited a few minutes before walking into the bathroom. 

He sat on the toilet and looked at Jehan, sighing. "I think I'm feeling she pronouns today and probably tomorrow, too. Know what that means?" Jehan asked without opening their eyes. 

"What?" Grantaire asked, sitting on his knees on the side of the bathtub. Jehan glanced at him and smiled. 

"Leggings, short high-waisted shorts, crop tops, shall I continue?" Jehan asked and Grantaire shook his head. 

"Damn you, Jehan Prouvaire," he muttered and Jehan laughed, throwing their head back. "Do you think you'l ever settle down with anyone?" he asked and Jehan shrugged, their head lolling to the side. 

"Maybe. I don't know how to say this without offending you, but it probably wouldn't be you," they said slowly and Grantaire scoffed.

"Dude, I know. I wouldn't settle down with me, either. And you're not the person I would settle down with," Grantaire added and Jehan raised their eyebrows. 

"I think I know who you'd like to settle down with, or at least date," they wiggled their eyebrows and Grantaire frowned.

"I don't think I know who you're talking about. . ."

"You've slept at his house, Eponine is staying there," Jehan hinted and Grantaire shrugged, feeling a blush creep onto his cheeks. 

"I guess he's alright. His face is nice. He's also really nice, as well," Grantaire said and Jehan poked his cheek.

"Somebody's crushing," they sang and Grantaire lightly slapped their hand away. 

"But if we're talking about qualities, your lovely. Your hair is amazing, I live your smile, and your pretty green eyes. I love how terrible you dress all the damn time," Grantaire said and Jehan chuckled. 

"Thank you. You're super sexy, too. Enjolras is pretty hot, I guess," Jehan said and Grantaire nodded. "He always talks to you after meetings, and he's always looking at you; either to see your reactions or to see if you're drawing or something," Jehan said and Grantaire rolled his eyes. 

"Doesn't me he likes me. He'll probably kick me out soon, even though i do pay attention; I draw things happening in the room usually. Enjolras in the middle of a passionate speech, Bossuet and Musichetta cuddling, Joly sitting in the chair next to them," Jehan crawled out of the bathtub and sat on Grantaire's lap, wrapping their arms around Grantaire's neck. They pressed their foreheads together and stared into Grantaire's eyes. 

"Maybe you should tell him, or at least talk to him. I think he wants to talk to you," Jehan whispered and Grantaire pressed their lips together. 

"It's so hard to concentrate on that right now with you on my lap, wet and naked," he breathed and connected their lips again. Jehan kissed back and Grantaire wrapped his arms around their back and pulled their bodies closer. Their lips smacked together as they rocked their bodies against each other. 

"W-we can have one more round before we go to sleep, right?" Grantaire breathed and Jehan nodded furiously. 

Grantaire picked them up and carried them to the bed, dropping Jehan on the bed and pressing their lips together once more.