onemorelie (onemorelie) wrote in the_tardis_trap, @ 2014-10-07 22:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | enjolras : franceb4pants, grantaire : onemorelie, marius pontmercy : likedonjuan |
Who: Enjolras, Grantaire and Marius
What: Comforting Marius. With attempted sex
When: The day after Marius is released from the infirmary
Where: The kitchen, then their room.
Rating: Adult!
Status: Closed
Marius clutched the cup of coffee in his hand, watching the others move around. He felt a bit guilty, just sitting here. He hadn’t helped cook the food, and now they were clearing away without him.
“Are you sure you don’t need help?”
Grantaire looked back at him with a grin. “No, stay where you are. Rest your arm.”
Marius’ brow furrowed. “It’s not that bad, now. I could help.”
Grantaire shook his head and turned back to drying the dishes. “We’ve got it, don’t worry.”
--
Enjolras nodded his head in agreement with Grantaire. “Yes, you don’t need to worry,” he said.
He stood close to Grantaire as he washed the dishes and Grantaire dried them.
--
Marius settled back in his chair with his coffee, sighing. It was nice, to have his friends nearby, but this was a little surreal. He never imagined Enjolras cleaning dishes.
Grantaire dried a glass and moved across to put it in the cupboard. As he was walking back he smiled. He loved the jeans Enjolras was wearing today. He reached out to pinch his arse playfully before he moved back to drying the dishes.
--
Enjolras jumped slightly when Grantaire pinched his arse but he just shook his head teasingly and grinned at Grantaire, used to him doing things like that at this point. He was much more comfortable in his relationship with the other man now.
--
Marius choked slightly on his coffee. Had Grantaire just - he had. And Enjolras seemed… happy. Very happy. And… god, the look in his eyes.
Grantaire glanced over his shoulder. Oh, damn. He’d forgotten Marius was there. He winced, giving him a slight smile because he couldn’t help it. He was happy. “We - we were going to mention it…”
--
Enjolras glanced back at Marius also, unsure what to say. He was completely clueless as to what his friend might think about all of this.
“Yes, but we wanted you to be well first,” he added.
--
Marius looked between them. “Oh. I -” He cleared his throat. “It’s good. Nice. Isn’t it?”
Grantaire grinned widely, his entire face lighting up. “Yes. Definitely.”
Marius forced himself to smile. Grantaire’s happiness made him radiant - like Enjolras was usually, really. He didn’t begrudge his friends this happiness, of course, but it did make him think of Cosette.
--
Enjolras looked back at Grantaire and smiled, a hand reached out to stroke his lovers cheek. “Yes, it is,” he said, fondly. He loved Grantaire as he had loved no other and was happier than he had ever felt he could be.
--
Marius raised an eyebrow. Grantaire’s happiness he could believe. Enjolras… he never would have imagined Enjolras looking like that at anyone. Not after his reaction to Marius’ first meeting Cosette.
Grantaire smiled at Enjolras for a moment, sliding a hand gently up his arm before glancing at Marius. He chuckled. “I was as surprised as you, Marius.”
--
“I was unaware of my feelings, so caught up in everything else I didn’t realise how deeply I felt for him.” He paused for a moment. “Another man here told me of Grantaire’ feelings and my jealousy over their…. encounter was proof enough that I wished to be with him,” he said, explaining to Marius how he had come to realise he wanted to be with Grantaire.
--
Grantaire ducked his head. “He’s still Enjolras. I am the mistress. France is the wife.”
Marius laughed slightly. “Oh. Well, you seem… happy.”
--
Enjolras laughed at that. “But you are a fine mistress, Grantaire,” he said, ruffling his hair affectionately.
--
Grantaire grinned. “Thank you, Enjolras. I am honoured.” He slid an arm around his waist, leaning against him.
Marius gave a sad smile as he watched them. He was envious. That it was Enjolras he envied was very strange. He tilted his head. “You see it, now, don’t you?” he murmured softly. “What I meant, that night at the Musain.”
--
Enjolras returned the smile and leaned back against Grantaire.
At Marius’ words Enjolras tensed. Yes, he saw it. But…. despite how deeply he cared for Grantaire, at some point he had to go back to the barricade and do his duty for France and he couldn’t bring himself to answer.
--
Grantaire could feel Enjolras tense, and rubbed his back in small circles. He understood. He didn't always like it. But he understood.
"Like I said. He's still Enjolras. His priorities haven't changed."
Marius' brow furrowed. "Not at all? But... If I - if I had a chance, if I could see Cosette - she would be the most important thing in my life."
--
Enjolras gritted his teeth and his eyes darkened somewhat.
"And what does hers and your life mean if we don't fight for France?" He questioned. Marius never seemed to understand why they fought. Truly understand.
--
Grantaire closed his eyes for a moment. It was surprising they had lasted this long without this argument.
Marius tensed too. "It means little after I did. She's gone. You are - all of you are dead and I -" He swallowed. "I suppose it's because I failed. I survived."
--
Enjolras was starting to see red at this point and his grip on Grantaire loosened. He stepped away from the other man to go back to washing dishes. "So you think we die for nothing?" He asked, voice laced with bitterness at the idea Marius could suggest such a thing.
--
Grantaire closed his eyes. After all, that was what he'd said to enjolras at the end. And if you pushed him, he wasn't sure he was able to admit that he thought it had been worth it. Nothing would be worth losing Enjolras.
Marius slumped back. "No. I'm saying I should have died too."
--
Enjolras took a breath and glanced back at Marius. "There is still hope you will see her again," he said. For him.... There was none with Grantaire. When they returned to France he had to do his duty and Grantaire would die alongside him. This time on this ship was all they would have. That thought made him walk back to his lover and cup his cheeks, kissing his deeply. He had to make the most of their time together.
--
Grantaire was surprised at first but he responded to the kiss - of course he did. He couldn't not. Every second of this counted.
Marius slumped in his chair, flushing as he tried to avert his eyes. He had reminded his friends of their fate. It must be harder for them than him. He buried his face in his hands, trying to hold back tears
--
He tore his lips from Grantaire’s after a few moments, panting and resting his forehead against the other mans for a moment, just breathing in the scent of him. A scent that was so inviting to him now.
He step a slight step back and glanced back at Marius noticing he had buried his face in his hands. He did not like to see his friend upset. He walked over him and leaned down, placing his hand on Marius’ shoulder. “Do not fret, Marius,” he said, rubbing the other man’s shoulder.
--
Grantaire moved over too, resting a hand on his other shoulder. “I know, Marius. I miss them too. All of them. But there is hope, for Cosette.”
Marius leaned forward, sniffling as quietly as he could manage. Their touch was soothing. “Is there?”
“Of course there is.” Grantaire glanced over at Enjolras. “Look at me. Who’d have imagined Enjolras would ever notice me?”
--
Enjolras reached his free hand over to rub Grantaire’ back soothingly. “I am very glad that I did,” he said, smiling at Grantaire.
“But he is right. There is still hope with Cosette. Who knows, she may even show up here.”
--
Marius blinked. “How long have you wanted him to notice you?”
Grantaire gave a slight laugh, sliding his hand along his friend’s arm soothingly. “Since the day I met him. Everyone else knew, I’m sure.”
“Oh.” Marius’ brow furrowed. “Do you think she could arrive here?”
Grantaire nodded. “We have. And even if she doesn’t, when you get home and recover you can follow her. Go to England. It’s not the other side of the world.”
--
Enjolras blinked at Grantaire’ words. He hadn’t known that Grantaire had wanted him to notice him for so long. He felt bad it had taken him so long to notice the other man. All that extra time they could have had….. But there was no use dwelling on that.
“I think nothing is impossible on this ship,” he said. “And as Grantaire said if she doesn’t, you can look for her.” He patted the back of Marius’ head. “We should move back to our room. You should lie down and rest,” he said.
--
Marius sighed. “I suppose. I feel much better.” He looked up at his friends. “Oh! Oh, I’m sorry. I’m - I didn’t think but - I’m in the way, staying with you. I’ll find a room of my own.” His cheeks flushed.
Grantaire shook his head. “No, no. Stay with us a little longer. It’s… lonely here, especially at first.” And especially if he was missing their friends. He shouldn’t be alone in his grief.
Marius nodded slightly. “If you’re sure?”
Grantaire nodded. “We are. Come on.” He stepped back, holding out his hand to him.
--
Enjolras nodded his head in agreement. Yes, he may crave Grantaire’s touch but his friend needed him so he could contain his carnal lust for now until Marius was better and more settled. Or he had Grantaire could find a time and place to enjoy each other elsewhere as they had had previously. Sneaking around with Grantaire had been rather... thrilling and amazing. Since he had realised his feelings for Grantaire and decided to take the big step with him he rarely went very long without being with his lover but luckily they had managed to sneak away to the bathroom a few times.
“Yes, we are,” he said, moving to stand up straight again and waited for Marius to get to his feet.
--
Marius took Grantaire’s hand and stood, feeling better about the idea of sleeping, and liking the thought of being near his friends again. It had been wonderful the night before. “Thank you.”
Grantaire linked arms with him. “You’re always welcome.” He led Marius towards their room, noticing how Marius leaned against him as they walked.
--
Enjolras followed after them and linked his arm with Marius also, noticing the way his friend was leaning against Grantaire. He thought he might need some extra support. Once they reached the room Enjolras moved forward to open the door and he held it open for them.
--
The room was tidy - mostly thanks to Enjolras. Grantaire wasn’t very neat, and left to his own devices he wouldn’t pay attention to things such as that. He stepped inside and led Marius to the bed.
“Lie down, Marius. Rest a bit.”
Marius nodded and sat down on the bed, feeling relieved. He didn’t even feel guilty as he lay back on his friends’ bed. It was just … a relief.
--
Enjolras moved to pull Marius’ shoes off his feet so he could feel more comfortable on the bed and he set them down beside the bed, neatly.
--
Grantaire gave him a fond smile, then glanced back at Marius. He was curled on the bed, looking … well, forlorn was the only word he could use. He smiled just slightly, glancing back at Enjolras for a second before sitting beside him on the bed.
“It’s all right, Marius. It’s not so bad here. You’ll see.” He rubbed Marius’ arm again, shifting closer to him.
--
Enjolras watched Grantaire attempt to comfort Marius. He moved over to the bed and took a seat also, patting Marius’ thigh. “Yes, it really is not so bad. There is a library, full of books about all sorts of things.”
--
Marius tried to smile. “I’m - yes, I’ll be fine.”
Grantaire squeezed his arm. “You will. There are amazing inventions from our future, and so many people and things to do. You don’t have to face everything you were facing at home. This is… this is extra time.” He glanced up at Enjolras briefly. “Everything that happens here is something to cherish.”
--
“Yes, you will,” he said, rubbing his thigh. Enjolras looked back at Grantaire at his words. “Yes, it is most certainly to be cherished,” he said.
--
Marius smiled. “You have changed, Enjolras. You care about my lonely soul.”
Grantaire chuckled slightly, glancing up at Enjolras as he leaned on his elbow. “He always did. That was a bad time to speak about it, that was all.”
He glanced at Enjolras as he lay beside Marius, raising an eyebrow. He felt like Marius needed contact, but he didn’t want to go too far for Enjolras.
--
Enjolras smiled at Grantaire. “You know me too well now, Grantaire.”
He knew that Grantaire was just comforting Marius but he wasn’t sure what he should do. After a moment he moved to lay down the other side of Marius, deciding to follow Grantaire’ lead.
--
Grantaire smiled at Enjolras as he moved closer, wrapping his arm around Marius. It was chaste, but he knew Marius needed the contact.
“Of course I do. All right, Marius?”
Marius closed his eyes, feeling himself relax despite the oddness of this situation. It was nice not to feel alone. “Yes.”
--
Enjolras also wrapped an around around Marius, leaning in closer to the other man. He looked over at Grantaire, his free hand moving out to stroke his back, wanting to feel contact with his lover too.
--
Marius gave a soft sigh and leaned forward, his nose burying in the crook of Grantaire’s neck. This was even better than the night before.
Grantaire smiled at Enjolras over Marius’ head. Poor Marius. To die with his friends hadn’t seemed very appealing before, but it was thoughts of being the only one to survive that had made him stay. He couldn’t say he envied Marius that.
--
Enjolras moved the hand not on Grantaire’ back to Marius’ head and he ran his fingers through his hair, soothingly.
--
Grantaire let Marius curl close, and held him as he drifted in and out of a light sleep.
Marius didn’t know how long he had been lying there. He might have dozed off a little, because it was warm and comfortable and just … nice. After some time he opened his eyes groggily and looked up at Grantaire.
“Comfortable?”
Marius gave a soft murmur and nodded. “Very.”
--
Enjolras wasn’t sure what to do. He felt a little like a third wheel at the moment so he closed his eyes and just leaned in against Marius.
--
Marius twisted his head to look at Enjolras with a sleepy smile. “He’s… good at this. You’re lucky.”
Grantaire smirked slightly. “Well, everywhere outside of bed Enjolras is far more impressive. It’s nice to equal his skill somewhere.” He winked at Enjolras.
--
Enjolras opened his eyes again and smiled back at Marius. “He is good at a great many things,” he said. “He simply just does not give himself enough credit.”
Grinning at his lover his moved his hand lowered so it was on Grantaire’ arse. “And I believe your skill far exceeds mine in bed.”
--
Grantaire shook his head slightly. “My skill took years of dissipation. An embarrassing amount, frankly. You’ve learned so much faster than I did.” He grinned at Enjolras, almost forgetting for a moment Marius was between them.
Marius blushed slightly as they spoke, feeling a little odd being here as they … flirted. Enjolras was flirting. That was strange enough. He was still feeling a little groggy, though, so everything seemed to be happening in a haze. He leaned his head back to rest on Enjolras’ shoulder, feeling his curls brush against his cheek.
--
“I had a wonderful and skilled teacher,” he said, grinning at Grantaire and groping his arse slightly.
Enjolras moved his head so it was resting against Marius’. Oddly, it didn’t feel very awkward for them to lay like this together.
--
Grantaire shook his head. “No, it’s natural talent - along with, of course, our French blood.” He reached for Enjolras’ arse because he really couldn’t not. He moved a little closer automatically, then remembered Marius was in between them.
“Oh. Sorry.”
Marius had flushed more, but shook his head. “No, I mean - it’s - I don’t mind. Should I go?”
Grantaire shook his head. “No, no. We can control ourselves. Can’t we, Enjolras?” He couldn’t help it, his tone was lightly teasing.
--
"Yes, we can," he said, even though he felt a spike of arousal and he leaned in toward Marius more in an attempt to get closer to... both of them.
---
Grantaire smirked, watching how enjolras shifted closer.
He leaned closer, speaking in a perfectly audible whisper near Marius' ear. "Enjolras is insatiable, you know. I never would have expected it but he is." He winked at Enjolras, who he knew could hear him.
Marius closed his eyes. It was almost overwhelming. They were both so close, and so warm. Grantaire's voice in his ear made him shiver slightly. It was all... Very nice. He was so distracted by enjoying how it felt that he didn't notice until too late that his body was starting to react. His cheeks burned as he moved back, away from Grantaire so his friend couldn't feel it, but that pressed him harder against Enjolras, which wasn't helpful.
--
"Entirely your fault, Grantaire," he said, grinning at him. "You make it very hard for me to resist."
At the sudden shift from Marius, Enjolras became worried. "Are you alright, my friend?" He asked, his voice now in Marius' ear due to their proximity.
--
Marius sucked in a breath, trying not to think about Grantaire making things ... Hard for Enjolras. But of course he was thinking it, and they were both making it very hard for him. He shivered again.
Grantaire looked at him, concerned. "Marius? We're sorry, we don't want to make you uncom-" he paused, suddenly aware of the way Marius had shifted. And why. He hadn't been able to move too far back with enjolras behind him, so Grantaire could feel his erection against his thigh.
"Oh. That's all right, Marius." He rubbed Marius' arm chastely, but Marius tensed and Grantaire could feel his cock grow harder.
--
Enjolras was oblivious as to what was happening still. "What is all right. What is going on?" He asked, concerned for his friend. Grantaire didn't seem very worried about it but Enjolras wanted to know if he could help his friend at all.
--
Marius tried to lie very still and control his body's reaction. "I - I'm - sorry."
"Shh. It's just a reaction to us lying like this. A physical thing." He glanced at Enjolras, with a nod down to indicate what kind of reaction Marius was having. "Do you want to move?" He asked Marius.
Marius swallowed, then shook his head minutely. He didnt want to move and he wasn't sure what that meant.
"You don't?" Grantaire raised an eyebrow, then glanced over at Enjolras.
--
Enjolras realised what had happening to Marius and he found himself smiling at Grantaire. He placed his hand on Marius' shoulder. "Do not worry. Grantaire has that effect on me quite frequently. Even at inappropriate times."
--
Grantaire grinned. “And you have Enjolras at your back. That is enough to make anyone aroused.”
Marius was still flushing deeply. “I - oh, God. I don’t know what -”
Grantaire brushed his cheek gently. “Shhh, Marius. Neither of us mind.”
--
Enjolras knew that Grantaire loved him and that he his love and desire from him would not be diminished by any sort of interaction they would have with Marius. And he would think that Grantaire knew the same was true of him, too.
Deciding to test the water he placed his hand on Marius' hip and slowly slid his hand down to his erection. He started to rub him through his pants, eyes locking on Grantaire with intensity and lust.
--
Grantaire sucked in a breath as he watched Enjolras’ hand, his eyes quickly moving back up to look at his lover. If he wanted this… he would give it. It wouldn’t be a hardship, of course, and it could help Marius forget some of his sorrow.
Marius gave a strangled moan as Enjolras touched him, curling in on himself slightly. No one had touched him like this before. He gasped.
Grantaire stroked his hair. “Is this all right, Marius? Because we would like to take you to bed - properly, I mean.”
Marius swallowed, trying to force his brain into coherent thought. “I - I don’t - Cosette -”
“This doesn’t diminish your love for Cosette, Marius. It won’t diminish what we have.” He glanced at Enjolras again as he reached down to press his own palm against the front of Marius’ trousers.
--
"Yes, Grantaire is correct. It does not diminish anything. Of course, if you do not feel comfortable we can stop....." He didn't want to make Marius feel awkward.
"However, you have been through a lot and perhaps you need us to truly comfort you," he said.
-
Marius hesitated a second. They were right. He was far away and had been so alone. And they were here, and … “Please,” he murmured. “Yes.”
Grantaire smiled. “Of course, Marius.” He leaned in to kiss him, holding Marius even closer.
--
Enjolras moved a hand to run his fingers through Grantaire' hair as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to Marius' neck.
--
Marius melted, the combined sensation of their lips and hands causing his brain to cease reasoning. He moaned, returning Grantaire’s kiss.
Grantaire smiled slightly as Enjolras touched him, but didn’t break the kiss. His hand was busy too, or he would have touched Enjolras. As it was, he pressed his head as much as he could into Enjolras’ touch. This was unexpected, but promised to be a very entertaining evening.
--
Enjolras moved back and pulled his shirt over his head before leaning back in toward Marius, buttoning the other mans shirt, fingers sliding over his flesh softly. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Grantaire' neck also.
--
Grantaire moaned against Enjolras’ lips before pulling back for air, checking that Marius was still interested. He seemed to be, by the way he moved forward to chase Grantaire’s lips for more. He looked up at Enjolras with a slight smile.
“Marius. I say this as - well, someone who should have studied art more dilligently than I did. Look at that masterpiece.”
Marius turned slightly, his eyes widening as he ran his eyes over Enjolras’ bare chest. “Oh. Yes. It’s - very - very lovely.”
--
Enjolras couldn't help but grin at Grantaire' words. "I am no masterpiece," he said.
He leaned forward to press a hungry kiss to Marius' lips also.
--
Marius kissed him back eagerly, then pulled away after a moment and cleared his throat. “I think he might be right.”
Grantaire grinned. He reached for the hem of Marius' shirt. "May I?"
Marius nodded, and Grantaire quickly pulled it over his head.
--
Enjolras leaned back to allow Grantaire the space to remove Marius' shirt. He was starting to grow more and more aroused with each moment that passed.
--
Marius ducked his head slightly after Grantaire undressed him, feeling a little self conscious. His shoulder was still bandaged, but he lifted a hand to cover it. He hated to look at it.
Grantaire closed his eyes for a moment, not wanting to see proof of Marius’ injury. Not now. He dropped his eyes to his lap, and reached out to undo his trousers.
--
While Grantaire was undressing Marius, Enjolras moved off the bed to finish undressing himself and he moved toward Grantaire, hands moving to start sliding up his shirt from behind. He kissed along the flesh of his back as he rode the material up.
--
Grantaire shivered, tugging Marius’ trousers down slightly before lifting his hands to let Enjolras remove his shirt. “Keep going, Marius. Enjolras is getting impatient.” His voice was deliberately cheeky in tone, because that was how it was.
Marius swallowed slightly, wriggling out of his trousers quickly. As he did, he kept glancing at Enjolras. He was… very naked, and very… Yes. A work of art. Though better endowed than statues in general. He gave a giddy laugh at the thought as he slid his hand up Grantaire’s leg. He was still clothed, but Enjolras was fixing that.
--
Enjolras was hard now and he pressed himself fully against Grantaire’ back, hands sliding around his lovers waist to undo his pants and he pushed them down as far as he could, sliding his boxers down also.
“I can hardly be blamed for my arousal in this situation,” he said, grinning and dragging his teeth along Grantaire’ shoulder.
--
Marius reached out to help Enjolras, but with him kneeling on the bed all they could do was free his cock. Not that it was bad, of course. Marius stared, for a moment, his own cock almost painfully hard as he watched them. They were fascinating.
Grantaire hissed, letting his head drop back to Enjolras’ shoulder. He twisted his head to press fierce kisses along his jaw. “Still impatient. Still insatiable,” he said, in a low, rough voice.
--
He groaned hotly as Grantaire kissed his jaw before he twisted his head so they could kiss properly. Without hesitation he plunged his tongue inside Grantaire’ mouth, a low and throaty groan escaping him, his hands gripping Grantaire’ hips tightly.
--
Marius stared, watching how… fierce they were. Enjolras’ grip was tight enough to mark Grantaire and - yes, there were small marks around Grantaire’s hips already, from other times. But Grantaire liked it, Marius could tell by the way his arousal was growing every second.
Grantaire pulled back breathlessly after a moment. “Mmm. Clothes still on. Wait.” He shifted to the side, falling onto the bed clumsily so he could take off his clothes.
Marius glanced up at Enjolras. He was sitting, and Enjolras kneeling, so he towered over him - naked and blonde and … oh, it was almost painful. His hand dropped to his lap, pressing down on his cock without him even thinking about it.
--
Enjolras looked down at Marius while Grantaire moved to remove the last of his clothing. His hands slid along Marius’ chest and he lowered his head to kiss him, a searing kiss unlike the first one they had shared. The more his lust and desire increased the fiercer Enjolras became. He wished for more but he didn’t want to proceed without Grantaire.
--
Marius whimpered against his lips as he kissed him back. He could see now why Grantaire had liked the fierceness. His hand pressed down more firmly. The pressure didn’t do much to help but he had to do something.
Grantaire grinned as he crawled back to them, reaching out to ease Marius’ hand away. “Let me take care of that for you,” he murmured.
Marius whimpered again and moved his hand away, and the feeling of Grantaire’s hand on his cock made him groan loudly into Enjolras’ mouth.
--
After a few moments Enjolras tore his lips from Marius, panting. He reached out and grabbed a couple of tubes of lube from the top drawer of the nightstand.
“I think that Grantaire should take you as I take him,” he said, holding out of the tubes out to Grantaire. “He is more patient that I am,” he said, grinning at his lover. He didn’t know if he would be able to hold back with Marius.
--
Grantaire leaned forward, raising an eyebrow at Marius. That sounded fucking amazing to him, but he wanted to be sure Marius agreed.
Marius nodded. Suggestions from Enjolras always felt like an order. Not that it was one that troubled him. He … he liked the idea. Grantaire’s hand definitely felt wonderful. So would everything else.
Grantaire grinned. “Lie back, Marius.” He held his free hand out to Enjolras, waiting for the lube. “Squeeze some, would you? I don’t want to stop touching him.
--
Enjolras nodded his head and squeezed some onto Grantaire’ hand. He moved position so that he was behind Grantaire and he lowered his head to kiss along the man’s back. He squeezed out some more lube and slowly rubbed some along Grantaire’ entrance. He longed to be inside his lover again, so badly.
--
Marius swallowed, his heart beating wildly. Grantaire's touch felt just right- it wasn't enough to make him come but it felt wonderful. He watched as Grantaire reached between his legs, his chest rising as falling rapidly. He could tell the moment enjolras touched him, by the way his face tightened then relaxed, a look of bliss spreading over his face.
Grantaire pressed back onto Enjolras's fingers as he gently started stroking Marius' entrance. "Just this for now, enjolras," he gasped. "Marius needs time. I won't last if you start fucking me."
--
“As you wish, lover,” he said, slowly sliding a long finger inside Grantaire and he started to work it in and out of the other man, his free hand moving to grip Grantaire’ hip again.
--
Grantaire's eyes rolled back in his head as Enjolras touched him. He was amazing. He was so fucking gorgeous and so good at this.
Marius shivered under Grantaire's touch. At first it was teasing and light and then he pressed, and Marius whimpered as the tip of his friends finger slipped into him. Grantaire paused, and Marius shuddered, feeling his body bearing down automatically, seeking more. Grantaire pressed in further, and Marius gave a keening moan.
--
Enjolras added a second finger and started to work them both in and out of Grantaire, leaned down to press hot kisses along Grantaire’ back. He really wanted to be inside him, right now, but he wanted Grantaire to be ready for him.
--
Grantaire worked slowly, carefully opening Marius up for him. He watched closely, wanting to make sure he wasn't hurting him.
Marius didn't feel any pain. It had been uncomfortable before, but only a moment. Now it was good, the slick slide of Grantaire's fingers inside him.
--
Enjolras removed both of his fingers and rubbed some lube onto his erection and so more on Grantaire’ entrance before he moved himself into position and gripped both of Grantaire’ hips tightly as he started to slowly slide himself inside the other man.
--
Grantaire gasped. "Wait, wait. I'm not ready." He hated saying that because he was, of course he was he always ready for Enjolras. But Marius was new to this and he couldn't fuck him until he was ready.
Marius whimpered, Grantaire's fingers had stopped. He didn't want them to stop. He opened his eyes to look up at his friends.
--
Enjolras let out a sigh before he could stop himself and he moved out of Grantaire, kneeling back on the bed. He was throbbing with need for Grantaire. “I will…. go take a cold shower,” he said, moving to get off the bed. He wouldn’t be able to hold back a whole lot longer.
--
Grantaire pulled back, and Marius whimpered. He shook his head, using the hand that had been around Marius' cock to grab tissues.
"Sorry," Marius murmured.
"No, no, it's fine. I can handle insatiable Enjolras. Come here, Apollo." He reached out to wipe the lube from Enjolras' cock carefully. "You can have my mouth while I get him ready, if that will help." He smiled up at Enjolras.
--
Enjolras smiled back at Grantaire and he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Grantaire’ lips, fingers sliding over his cheek gently. “I love you,” he murmured against his lips before he moved into a position where Grantaire could suck him as he prepared Marius.
--
Grantaire smiled as he leaned up to kiss enjolras, sliding his clean hand through those curls. "You too." He nuzzled his cheek before kissing down his chest.
Marius felt awful at first, for getting in the way. He watched them, the way Grantaire touched Enjolras was both arousing and endearing. And then ... Then they kissed, and murmured words of love and there was such tender affection in the way they kissed that it caused something inside him to ache.
That was what he wanted. He wanted to touch Cosette as gently as that, to murmur in her ear and kiss her. This ... This felt good, but it wasn't enough. It couldn't be enough. As Grantaire wrapped his lips around Enjolras' cock, Marius closed his eyes and tried to suppress his sobs.
--
Enjolras moaned softly at the feel of Grantaire’s fingers through his hair. “Oh, Grantaire,” he groaned as he kissed down his chest.
He loved Grantaire so much. He had never thought himself capable of loving another as much as he did Grantaire. Enjolras groaned loudly, eyes sliding shut and he bucked slightly as Grantaire wrapped his lips around him.
--
Grantaire slid his hand back along Marius' leg as he let Enjolras fuck his mouth. He liked this, very much.
It took a second for Grantaire to register that Marius wasn't opening his legs at all. He turned his head slightly, at first reluctant to move his mouth from Enjolras.
But Marius was crying. Grantaire pulled back when he saw this, his brow furrowing. "Marius?"
Marius sobbed, hand covering his face. "I'm - sorry I - fine."
--
Enjolras groaned and gripped Grantaire’ hair tightly as he started to suck him off.
He groaned in protest when Grantaire pulled away, not sure why he was but then he heard him say Marius’ name. He rolled his eyes slightly, somewhat annoyed that Marius had stopped Grantaire. He knew he should be considerate of how his friend was feeling but he was also incredible aroused and needed to be relieved.
Without a word to either he started to move off the bed. He leaned in toward Grantaire. “Take care of him. I am going to shower,” he said.
--
Grantaire reached an arm out to Marius, tugging him up as he turned to Enjolras. "No, no, wait." He stroked Enjolras' cock as Marius buried into his shoulder, feeling conflicted.
Marius tried to contain his sobs, but he found himself curling close to Grantaire. "I - I need her. I love her."
Grantaire rubbed his back, glancing at Enjolras as he stroked him. "I know, believe me. I know."
--
Enjolras placed his hand over Grantaire’ and shook his head, letting him know that he didn’t have to continue if he didn’t want to. Marius needed comfort…
--
Grantaire shook his head. He didn't want Enjolras to leave. Marius might be all right soon. And he wanted Enjolras as much as the man wanted him. He stroked him again, mouthing up at him. "A few minutes?"
He turned to Marius. "I've been where you are. I thought it was impossible. I never thought he'd care about me and look at me now." He nodded to his hand on Enjolras' cock. "You know cosette cares for you. You just have to find her, and you can be doing this with her." he paused. "Not exactly this, of course..." He gave Enjolras a slight grin as he squeezed him.
--
He bucked slightly, an involuntary movement when Grantaire stroked him. He nodded his head at the other man. He would give them a few minutes, though he hoped it wouldn’t need more time than that.
“Nothing is impossible,” he said, smiling at Grantaire. He grunted when Grantaire squeezed him.
--
Marius glanced to the side, giving a strangled laugh. "She's just- It hurts, Grantaire."
"It does. But when you find her, that'll go away in a second. And it's worth the pain. It really is." Grantaire glanced up at Enjolras again.
--
He felt bad that he had hurt Grantaire at all and that he would cause him more…. “It is worth it?” he asked. He wasn’t sure why but he felt he needed a little…. reassurance from Grantaire on that point.
--
Grantaire nodded. "Every second." He nuzzled Enjolras' stomach.
Marius sniffled, smiling slightly.
Grantaire glanced at him. "We don't have to do anything, but can Enjolras have me? You can stay."
Marius nodded, moving away reluctantly.
"Thanks. Lie on your side, I'll face you." He glanced at Enjolras as Marius lay down. "Lie behind me?"
--
Enjolras nodded his head and moved to lie behind Grantaire. He grabbed the lube again and started to rub some on Grantaire’ entrance once more, preparing him once more.
He slid a finger slowly inside the other man and began to work it in and out of the other man.
--
Grantaire wrapped an arm around Marius, letting him curl close. He pressed back against enjolras. "I'm ready, Enjolras. Go ahead."
Marius' cheeks were still wet. He knew this should be strange, but he was craving the contact even though he didn't think he could go through with it fully. It helped. And he could have his comfort from Grantaire while Enjolras had his pleasure.
"I just - she changed everything. In an instant. I can't imagine life without her and now she's gone."
--
Enjolras was glad Grantaire was ready. He removed his finger and rubbed some more lube onto his erection before slowly working himself inside Grantaire, grunting loudly and gripping Grantaire' hips tightly. He always felt so wonderful.
--
Grantaire gave a small gasp as enjolras pressed into him, but otherwise didn't stop stroking Marius' hair.
"When she left - I thought it - I went to fight and thought it would be it. Now I don't know. I don't know what to do."
--
Enjolras gritted his teeth and Marius' words. He would have abandoned them for Cosette and felt there was no point in living when she went away. And he had survived and that seemed to be worse to him? Enjolras started to move roughly inside Grantaire, almost as though he were taking his frustration out on the other man.
--
Grantaire shuddered, eyes rolling back in his head. God, that was good. He knew it was frustration at Marius. But he was enjoying it.
Yet he knew what Marius meant. Surviving would have been his worst nightmare. Losing his friends would mean that he had nothing in his life.
"You're here now, you don't have to worry," he said.
"Do you really think she might arrive?" Marius didn't want to sound too hopeful but he couldn't help it.
--
Enjolras eased a little, his grip on Grantaire lessening slightly but he continued to move inside his lover, his frustration over for the moment as he could understand why Marius would want her to arrive.
--
"She might. And England isn't miles away if she doesn't. Follow her."
Grantaire pressed back against Enjolras, eager for more. He'd liked the roughness of earlier.
Marius nodded, sniffling again. "I can't live without her."
Grantaire closed his eyes, pressing back against Enjolras. "I know," he murmured.
--
He wasn't being entirely gentle, just not as rough as he had been when Marius was frustrating him. He was never gentle with Grantaire by any means.
--
"It changes everything," Marius murmured. "Knowing her. Loving her. Nothing is the same."
Grantaire stroked his hair, holding him close.
--
Enjolras couldn’t help but get frustrated again, and he gripped Grantaire’ hips tighter again and once again became rougher with Grantaire. What sense was there in talking on and on of her? It didn’t change that she wasn’t there!
--
Grantaire gasped. Oh. Enjolras' frustration was ... Very nice. He licked his lips, pressing eagerly back against his lover.
"How. How did it feel?" He asked Marius.
Marius tilted his head. "like I said. It was just a moment and it changed everything."
-
Enjolras growled and gripped Grantaire’ hips so tight it was bound to leave bruises and he started to pound into his lover. His teeth sunk into Grantaire’ shoulder also.
--
Fuck. Fuck, that was good. He'd always liked how worked up Enjolras got when he encouraged Marius. Back then it had been a way to get Enjolras to notice him at all. Now, it was even better.
He gasped. "If - if she hadn't left." His voice was harsh, he was almost breathless. "Would you have come to the barricade?"
Marius pulled back, his brow furrowed. "Grantaire - why would you ask-" He looked at Enjolras, noticing the frustrated expression on his face, then the way he gripped Grantaire's hips. "Are you - are you doing this on purpose?"
--
Enjolras stilled for a moment at Marius’ question. “You are encouraging him to frustrate me?” he asked. He actually found himself grinning fondly. Oh, Grantaire.
“If you wished for me to be rougher with you, all you need do is ask, Grantaire,” he said, starting to move again, hard and rough inside Grantaire, hands still gripping his hips tightly.
--
Marius shook his head slightly. "You've always done it. Because you like this." His brow furrowed, not able to understand how he'd want his lovers anger.
Grantaire laughed breathlessly. "It's so much more - real. I don't want you to hood back. I was going to ask Marius to speak of Bonaparte next."
Marius gave a nervous laugh, watching them in confusion. It was so strange, but they seemed happy. "He was a fine leader."
--
Enjolras started to pound into Grantaire once more, trying to give his lover what he wanted, and using everything he had heard Marius say before to fuel his frustration as he moved harder and rougher, hitting Grantaire’ prostate with each thrust.
--
Grantaire gave a giddy laugh that trailed into a moan. God that was amazing. He leaned forward slightly so enjolras could get a better angle, practically draping himself over Marius.
Marius laughed too, pulling Grantaire over him. "Not a tyrant at all. I still think he was very admirable." He winked at Enjolras over Grantaire's shoulder.
--
Enjolras let out another growl and his teeth sunk into Grantaire’ shoulder once more, giving him everything he had, finger white from how tightly he was gripping Grantaire. He had never been this rough with him before, but Grantaire seemed to be enjoying it so he didn’t stop, didn’t hold back, he just went for it.
--
Grantaire shifted, letting them move him, just wanting more. He murmured desperately against Marius' skin as Enjolras took him, pressing his hips down, letting Enjolras guide his movements.
Despite his distraction, Marius was hard again from the movements of Grantaire against him. This was good, it felt amazing and he could let himself get lost in the sensations. When Grantaire came, with a loud, strangled cry, Marius followed him, shuddering.
--
Enjolras wasn’t much longer following them both over the edge. He cried out Grantaire’ name loudly as he came hard inside the other man, hands sliding up to wrap tightly around him as he struggled to catch his breath. That had been…. simply amazing.
--
Grantaire slumped forward, breathless and sweaty and sticky and completely boneless from pleasure.
Marius gave a muffled noise of protest, because they were both heavy. "Um..."
--
Enjolras slowly moved out of Grantaire and went to stand, his legs a little shaky. He slapped Grantaire on the arse as he did and grinned. “Grantaire, can you move?” he asked.
--
Grantaire gave a muffled noise and tried to lift himself up, but his arms shook too much.
Marius laughed slightly and wrapped an arm around him, rolling him over.
Grantaire lay back, smiling. He had to move, to clean up, but he was so boneless. He opened his eyes to look at both enjolras and Marius, sighing happily.
---
Enjolras moved around on the bed so he was on his side beside Grantaire, snuggling close to his lover. He enjoyed this contact with Grantaire after they were together, and didn’t want to miss out on it now, either.
--
Grantaire purred as he curled close to Enjolras, full of so much bliss and pleasure he thought he would explode.
Marius smiled, stroking Grantaire’s back gently as he watched them. He would have that. After all, imagining Cosette holding him in her arms after they made love seemed easy to imagine. He never would have imagined Enjolras in this situation.
--
Enjolras pressed a soft kiss to Grantaire’ cheek and draped his arm over Grantaire’ chest, leaning in closer to him. He felt very at peace right now.