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

Fourteen

Grantaire sat on the couch, forearm exposed. "So like, why are you guys doing this?" Bahorel asked and Enjolras shrugged.

"We wanted to see how long it would take us to regret them," Grantaire said and Bahorel laughed.

"Like, take away the regret people have for tattoos. Because obviously you're going to regret it a little," Jehan stated and Grantaire nodded.

"True," Enjolras mumbled and Grantaire raised his eyebrows in agreement.

"And we're done. Enjoy," Bahorel said and Grantaire nodded, looking at the tattoo and smiling.

"I don't think I'm going to regret this," Grantaire said and Enjolras rolled his eyes.

"Why did you pick the forearm anyways?" Jehan asked.

"Um, it's one of the spots with least discomfort while you're getting it and this is Enjolras's first tattoo," Grantaire explained and Enjolras frowned at Grantaire. "I have tattoos. They're on my back and one behind my ear. Wings on my back and carpe diem behind my ears. I was going to get a skull on my chest, I haven't had time yet, though."

"I can do that now, if you want," Bahorel said and Grantaire nodded. "How big?"

"Whole left side of chest," Grantaire said and Bahorel nodded, looking at his watch.

"We probably have to do it tomorrow. I have to draw it first," Bahorel reminded him and Grantaire nodded.

He and Enjolras said goodbye to them and left. They walked to Enjolras's bedroom and Enjolras sat Grantaire in the bed.

"Um... W-when you were getting tattooed... I'm a terrible person I don't know how I didn't see them before. . ." Enjolras mumbled and Grantaire took his shirt off.

"They're everywhere. It's- I haven't done it in a while. Like, a few months. . ." He trailed off and Enjolras sighed. Grantaire laid down and closed his eyes.

Enjolras sat beside him and graced the scars with his finger. "They're words. . . Patterns," he said and Grantaire nodded.

"On certain days you can clearly see the patterns. . . The words are covered."

"I can feel the letters. R, you're-"

"Can we stop, please? I don't want to talk about it," he whispered and Enjolras nodded.

He laid down beside Grantaire and looked at him. "Where are you going to college?" Enjolras asked and Grantaire sighed.

"Id have to get a fucking full ride or someone to pay for me. My parents don't give a shit, remember?"

"My parents could help-"

"I don't want help," Grantaire hissed. Enjolras nodded and laid down beside Grantaire, his head resting on his chest. "Sorry, I just- I really don't like people offering to help. It makes me feel. . . useless," he muttered and Enjolras smiled and glanced at him.

"I just like helping people. And my parents do, too. It's my parents' anniversary, by the way."

"Good for them. I know this now why?" Grantaire asked and Enjolras shrugged.

"It's just. . . With an anniversary and all, they don't usually chill at home, do they?" he asked and Grantaire bit his lip, suppressing a smile.

"Cosette is, of course, with Marius and Eponine is with Gav and Azelma at the park so. . ."

"We have the whole house to ourselves," Grantaire murmured and Enjolras nodded.

"I mean, if you want to-"

"If there's ever a day where I don't want to have sex with anyone then I need help. I mean, I'm not calling myself a whore but yeah. . . After my first time I fucked Jehan just, every damn day. Which he was fine with."

Enjolras kissed Grantaire's chest and straddled him. He grinded against Grantaire and Grantaire grabbed his hips. Enjolras pulled his shirt off stared at his binder before grabbing it and pulling it off.

Grantaire chuckled and Enjolras glared at him. "Don't laugh."

"I'm sorry, you're just- you're wiggling."

"Yeah, I have to do that to get this off. . ." he mumbled and leaned down, pressing their lips together. Grantaire unclasped Enjolras's bra and threw it across the room. He unzipped his pants and stood up to pull them off. Grantaire pulled his sweatpants and boxers off.

Enjolras got on his knees and took Grantaire into his mouth. Grantaire tangled his fingers in Enjolras's hair and forced him down. Enjolras gagged and glanced at Grantaire. "Sorry. . ." Grantaire muttered and Enjolras pulled off.

"It's okay," Enjolras said quickly and blushed. Grantaire chewed on his upper lip as he watched Enjolras, pushing him down every once in a while.

"Is it okay if I touch you?" Grantaire asked and Enjolras straddled him, nodding. He moaned quietly as he lowered himself onto Grantaire.

Grantaire flipped them over and held Enjolras's breasts in his hands, squeezing them as he thrust in and out. "You're so big," Enjolras whimpered.

Grantaire pretended he didn't hear him and continued to pound into Enjolras. "Can I eat you out?" Grantaire whispered and Enjolras nodded.

Grantaire pulled out and killed we in front of him. He licked Enjolras and Enjolras arched his back. "F-fuck!" He moaned and Grantaire smirked as he continued to lick and suck him.

Enjolras screamed in pleasure as he came. Grantaire released and rubbed his hand off on the sheets. He laid down beside Enjolras and furrowed his eyebrows. "That didn't make you dysphoric at all?" Grantaire checked and Enjolras nodded.

"I'm not- I don't feel any dysphoria when I'm turned on. If it's sex when I'm not really turned on then I feel dysphoric but that hasn't really happened except for the very beginning of the first time, and that was just because it hurt and there was blood and stuff. . ." Enjolras explained and Grantaire nodded.

"Well if I do anything to make you dysphoric then tell me, okay?" He said and Enjolras nodded, rolling on top of him. Grantaire hesitantly sucked Enjolras nipple, which earned a loud moan.

"We have time for one more round before Ep comes back," Enjolras breathed and Grantaire nodded, roughly pressing their lips together and entering Enjolras.

***

Grantaire walked into the living room and froze in his spot when he saw Enjolras's dad. "Hey," he said and Valjean rolled his eyes.

"What is your relationship with my son?" Valjean asked and Grantaire grinned.

"Sorry if that seems weird, I just- you started using the pronouns he wanted so quickly. . ." Grantaire said and put his hands in his pockets. "Um, we're dating," Grantaire mumbled and Valjean nodded.

"I though you and Eponine were dating."

"Eponine? I don't- we're just friends, sir. I see her as a sister," he said and Valjean nodded.

"Hurt my son and I'll hurt you, got it?" Valjean said and Grantaire gulped.

"Y-yes sir."

"And I heard your conversation with Eponine a few days ago. Or, one part of it. Have you slept with my son?"

"Good morning," Enjolras mumbled as he walked out of his room. Grantaire pointed to the hallways and mouthed Get the fuck out of here. Go! Enjolras frowned and sat down on the couch, sighing.

"Answer my question," Valjean ordered in a gentle tone and Grantaire raised an eyebrow.

"Really? W-with him here?"

"Yes."

"Just answer whatever goddamn question he asked, he isn't going to give it up," Enjolras grumbled and yawned loudly.

"Um. Y-yes. I have slept with your son. . ."