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

Nineteen

Jehan walked up to Grantaire, a bounce in their step as they approached. "Can you come over today?" They asked and Grantaire sighed, shutting his locker and resting his head on the locker.

"I can't; I'm hanging out with Bossuet and Joly, they're teaching me sign language," he muttered and Jehan frowned.

"I can teach you sign language-"

"They're both fluent and have been since they were children."

"I'm fluent-"

"I can't hang out with you anymore!" Grantaire slammed his fists on the lockers and Jehan flinched.

"Why not?"

"Because throughout the whole time I've dated him I've fucked you. . . Three times. Yeah, that sounds right. Three; and he let it slide all three times. I can't- if we 'hang out' anymore we're going to fuck and he's going to. Team hl with me and I don't want that to happen because I love him," Grantaire snapped and Jehan looked down, nodding slowly.

"I get it. Um, see you in dance?" They whispered quietly and Grantaire nodded.

They trudged away and Grantaire, sighed, smiling when Enjolras walked up to him. "Did you get accepted?" Enjolras asked and Grantaire nodded.

"Full ride. Because I'm valedictorian."

"How did that even happen?" Enjolras asked and Grantaire chuckled, shaking his head.

"No idea. The staff probably just wanted to hear my amazing speech which I have written. Bossuet is going to translate it for Joly and the other deaf kids," Grantaire said and Enjolras nodded.

"You should get to class, you'll be late," Enjolras mumbled and Grantaire shrugged.

"It's the first room in that hallway; I can make it. You should get to your class, go." Grantaire slapped Enjolras's ass as he walked away, chuckling when Enjolras blushed and scurried away.

He sauntered to the classroom and set his bag down, spotting Jehan with a towel wrapped around them. Grantaire bit his lip and walked over to Jehan, kissing their forehead.

Jehan looked up at him, still pouting. "I love you, you know that?" Grantaire whispered and Jehan nodded. "But you don't love me near as much as I do and I don't want to deal with the heartbreak from two people," Grantaire added and Jehan nodded again.

"What if I don't break your heart?" Jehan asked and Grantaire smiled softly.

"I. . . may change my mind. . ." He murmured and Jehan grinned. Grantaire led Jehan to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door.

He pressed Jehan against the wall, pinning his wrists to the wall and pressing their lips together roughly. Jehan whimpered softly and wrapped their legs around Grantaire's waist. Grantaire unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out and pushing Jehan's panties over, glad they wore a skirt instead of pants.

He gently pushed inside Jehan, petting their hair. Jehan whimpered and bit their lip, closing their eyes.

Grantaire started to thrust his hips slowly. Jehan moaned quietly and Grantaire their mouth. "Don't let anyone here, this is a school," he whispered and Jehan nodded, pressing their bodies closer together and panting.

"I'm going to cum," they whimpered and Grantaire nodded, slamming inside of Jehan as they came, Grantaire releasing several seconds later.

He pulled out and lowered Jehan to the ground, chuckling. "Your legs are wobbling," he said and Jehan nodded.

"I'm going to miss you when you go to college," they whispered and Grantaire nodded. "Where are you going?"

"Yale. You?"