They are mere inches apart, close enough that Enjolras swears he can taste the wine on Grantaire's breath. Rage crackles between them. Grantaire swallows hard.
"Cat got your tongue, Apollo?" He's smirking at him. Enjolras fucking hates that smirk, hates that nickname, hates him. Hates that he wants to grab Grantaire by the hips and kiss him till it feels like there's nobody else left but them.
But Grantaire beats him to it. He drags Enjolras into the alleyway they were fighting near and shoved him against the brick wall. His lips crash against Enjolras' in a rough kiss.
After an eternity, they break apart, foreheads pressed together. The sound of their breathing is almost deafening to Enjolras' ears.
His hands come up to rest on the sides of Grantaire's face. He tilts his eyes up to look at Enjolras properly. He looks lovely in the moonlight, Enjolras decides.
"I don't actually hate you," Enjolras tells him.
Grantaire laughs, and Enjolras begins to recoil, but then he kisses him again, this time soft and sweet.
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i need some fine wine and you need to be nicer
Fanfic*cross-posted on ao3* Different ficlets about Grantaire and Enjolras, each following a different prompt. . . . Their first kiss is angry. One second they're fighting outside of the Musain and the next Enjolras is tugging on his brown tangles and th...
