Enjolras (franceb4pants) wrote in the_tardis_trap, @ 2015-01-12 20:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | combeferre : tobefree-, courfeyrac : joininthefight, enjolras : franceb4pants, grantaire : onemorelie |
Who: Enjolras, Courfeyrac, Combeferre and later Grantaire
What: Drinking and talking
When: Backdated to shortly after they had all spent the night together
Where: The library, the bar, Grantaire's studio and their room
Rating: High
Status: Closed
Enjolras was sitting in his usual chair in the library. Grantaire was gone to paint. He was glad that Grantaire had something to do when he was in the library. He hated to think that he left him alone with nothing to do because he wanted to read everything he could.
He glanced up at the other two men and closed his book, chewing on his lower lip as he wondered how to bring this up to him. He knew what Grantaire’ reaction to this news would have been but he wasn’t sure what Courfeyrac and Combeferre would think.
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Combeferre slid a bookmark into his own book and glanced up as he set it aside. “Enjolras, what is it?” he asked. He could tell something was on his mind.
Courfeyrac looked up at those words. He may not have the same sense that Combeferre did, but he knew his friend wouldn’t be mistaken. And now he had mentioned it, Enjolras did look nervous.
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“There is something that I wish to speak with you both about. But…. I am not sure how you are going to react. I have told Grantaire about this, and he was…. thrilled. But it is different with the both of you.”
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Courfeyrac raised an eyebrow. “You can talk to us about anything. Is it … about the other night?” He wasn’t sure what to hope for if it was. It had been wonderful, but it had felt a little like they were intruding at certain points. And given how Enjolras and his husband had disappeared the following day he assumed it was a mutual feeling. He glanced nervously at Combeferre.
“What is it?” Combeferre asked, his brow furrowed in concern.
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He smiled at Courfeyrac and shook his head. “No, it is nothing to do with the other night. That was wonderful.” He wouldn’t discuss how he and Grantaire had agreed that that would be the last time they would share their bed. It didn’t seem necessary. They had agreed with both men it would only happen once.
The smile slipped away as he continued. “This is about the barricade. Being here… has changed certain things for me. To the world we have died. When Marius came here… he thought us dead. I love Grantaire, so deeply. And I don’t want to…. go back there and die. I want to do my part for France, but dying at the barricade doesn’t seem like the best way to do that. We are on a spaceship that travels in time. I plan to go to various points in time where France needs me, and do my part for my Country…. and have a life with my husband, too. Live, for him and for France. Grantaire, of course, will be coming with me. But we want you both to join us. You both died with honor on the barricade, and I would not wish to take that from you, if you desire that faith, but you should know you can join us, if you wish.”
He took a breath when he finished speaking. He hoped that his friends would not think ill of him for not returning to the barricade. He just loved Grantaire too much to simply return and die on him, and he could certainly help France more if he was alive.
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Courfeyrac and Combeferre both leaned forward as he mentioned the barricade. They listened intently, exchanging a glance when he finished.
Combeferre was first to speak. “That makes perfect sense. I’m - I’m very happy to hear you plan to live, Enjolras. You can do much more for France alive than dead. I think it’s a wonderful idea. Of course I’ll be by your side.”
Courfeyrac nodded. “Yes. We will always be by your side. Especially for this. It sounds… well, brilliant. Travelling through time, defending France and her people.” He grinned. “You can definitely count me in.”
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He breathed a sigh of relief and he smiled. “I am very glad that you both agree. I was…. worried you might think less of me, or that I was abandoning my cause. Marius asked if I was, when I told him. I told him that I still planned to be there for France, but live for Grantaire, too. I want to have the chance to grow old with him.”
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Combeferre shook his head. “Of course not. You saw that cause through to the end, as you said. This is … new. A further cause. There are more ways to effect change than the route we chose, of course, and plenty that would let you grow old with him.” He gestured to Courfeyrac. “With all of us.”
Courfeyrac nodded. “Yes. All four of us must live to a ripe old age, with plenty of stories and knowledge to pass on to Marius’ grandchildren.”
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His smile widened. “Thank you,” he said. He could hug them. In fact, he got up out of his chair and moved to hug them both in turn. “I am so glad you plan to come with us. Grantaire said we should have mentioned it sooner but we got caught up in other things.”
He moved back to his chair after he had hugged them both and grinned. “It is right that we should all be together. He is my husband and you two are my closest friends.”
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They both embraced him tightly, patting his back.
Courfeyrac waggled his eyebrows as he pulled back, nodding. “Yes, quite caught up.”
Combeferre smiled. “It is. Completely right.”
Courfeyrac rubbed his hands together. “We should celebrate. Will you join us for a drink? It is past time that you both had a break from the books.”
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He chuckled at Courfeyrac’s words and the way he waggled his eyebrows.
He tilted his head for a moment, considering it and then he nodded his head. “Yes, I think we should have a drink to celebrate. I would ask Grantaire to join us, but I don’t like disturbing him too much when he is painting.”
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Combeferre looked to the side at the books, hesitating a moment. But Enjolras had agreed, and so he should go with them. “Yes.”
Courfeyrac grinned. “Two miracles in one day!” He applauded slightly, then reached out a hand to each of them. “Come, we will celebrate. And we can collect Grantaire later, or he can join us when he’s finished.”
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He chuckled again at Courfeyrac’ words and got to his feet after taking Courfeyrac’ hand.
“Yes, let us celebrate,” he said.
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They made their way out of the library together.
“Grantaire spends very little time in the bar now,” Courfeyrac observed. “Has it been like that for long?”
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“Since the day we first kissed,” he said, smiling fondly. “I found him there once after that. But it was under… special circumstances.”
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Courfeyrac grinned. “Excellent. You have both really … been very good for each other. It’s great to see.”
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He smiled warmly. “Yes, I believe we have. Loving him is the best thing I have done in my life. I am sure of that.”
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Courfeyrac draped an arm around his shoulders as they stepped into the bar. “We should toast your marriage too, of course. We didn’t get to before the wedding.”
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“I would be more than happy to toast to my marriage. I am a very lucky man to have the love of a wonderful man who wanted to marry me. That should definitely be celebrated.”
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Combeferre smiled, and headed to the bar. “I agree. And perhaps, later, we can talk about where you considered going.”
Courfeyrac reached behind and pulled out a bottle of wine. “Later, yes. Much later.” He grabbed glasses and set them down on a table, pulling out a chair as he opened the bottle. He sat as he poured them each a generous glass.
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“Oh, Grantaire was full of suggestions when I first mentioned it to him,” he said, smiling fondly again. “But yes, we can talk about that later.”
He took a seat at the table and held his glass up. “What should we toast to first?” he asked.
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Combeferre raised his glass. “To your marriage, I think. Congratulations again, Enjolras. It is … wonderful to see you so happy.”
Courfeyrac nodded. “Hear, hear.”
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“Oh, I will happily toast to that,” he said, grinning. “Thank you. Grantaire makes me happier than I ever imagined I could possibly be.” He took a long sip of the wine.
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Courfeyrac grinned, taking a long sip of wine. “To … life beyond the barricade.” His smile settled into something more serious.
Combeferre nodded. “Yes. To life.”
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“Yes, to life. And may you both be blessed with love, as I have been. I wish that for both of you. You both deserve it, so much.” He took another long sip of his wine.
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Combeferre smiled, nodding his head in thanks. “Perhaps we will be as lucky.”
Courfeyrac grinned broadly. “Oh, most certainly.” He paused, and then lifted his glass again. “To … the others. May they all find their way here.”
Combeferre smiled sadly and raised his glass silently.
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“I hope so,” he said.
He nodded his head and lifted his glass to them silently too, before taking a longer sip of wine this time. “They died with honor, but I do miss them.”
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Courfeyrac nodded. “That is to be expected, and allowed.” He reached out to squeeze Enjolras’ shoulder. “With any luck, they will join us here and all of us can travel to when France needs us.”
Combeferre smiled. “Exactly.”
Courfeyrac reached for the wine and topped up their glasses.
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He nodded his head and smiled. “Yes, all of us reunited again. And Grantaire can shock them all with the news that we are married,” he said, grinning. “He seems to enjoy that.” He smiled warmly as he thought of his husband. “He is…. just so wonderful,” he said, with a sigh, taking another long sip of the wine after Courfeyrac topped it up.
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“I can’t blame him,” Courfeyrac said with a smile. He sipped his wine. “He was so happy to be married. It even made Combeferre suspicious.”
Combeferre nodded. “It … didn’t make sense, with what we knew of him. That he could have moved on so quickly. Of course it made sense when we found out the whole truth.”
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Enjolras smiled. "I hate to think of him moving on. Of missing out on all of his," he said, looking down at his wedding ring.
He took another sip of his wine after a moment. "He has changed my life in ways I never imagined. The happiness, love and complete.... Joy I feel being with him.... That I could have missed out on all these feelings so easily, that he could have died with me, not knowing I loved him too, or that he is far from useless..... It is too much to think about."
He swallowed back whatever wine was in the glass he was holding and then smiled again. "But I didn't. I have the most amazing husband I could ask for. Who is also incredibly attractive."
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Combeferre raised an eyebrow at his empty glass. He glanced at Courfeyrac, who looked surprised but very thrilled. He leaned forward, sipping his own glass.
Combeferre patted Enjolras’ arm. “You did not. All is well.”
Courfeyrac grinned. “And he is very attractive. You don’t need to tell us.”
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Enjolras looked down at his glass. "My glass is empty, I need to fix this." He reached for the bottle of wine and filled his glass again and took another sip.
He smiled warmly and Courfeyrac and propped his head on his chin. "Isn't he?" He asked. "I don't think he sees it. But the things he does to me."
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Combeferre’s eyebrows raised as Enjolras emptied the wine bottle into his glass. “Enjolras, that is … quite a lot of wine.”
Courfeyrac leaned closer to Enjolras, enjoying how relaxed he was becoming. “You don’t need to tell us that, either. We noticed.”
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Enjolras looked at Combeferre and smiled. “I am celebrating. I have no battle to think of here. Grantaire went to my brain a long time ago, I think I can allow myself some wine.”
He looked back at Courfeyrac and grinned and leaned in closer to him, almost as though he were telling him a secret. “He calls me insatiable. I am. For him. But look at him, how could I not be?”
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Combeferre nodded, raising his hands. “If you are certain…”
Courfeyrac laughed and reached out to ruffle Enjolras’ hair. He had always wanted to do that, and now seemed like the safest time. “No one blames you, I’m certain.”
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“Blame me? Nobody had better blame me for enjoying the pleasures of a wonderful and passionate man.”
He got to his feet, wobbling slightly and moved to wrap his arms around Combeferre from behind for a moment. “You are a good friend. You look out for me. But Combeferre, you need to relax a little. I am perfectly fine.”
He moved back and chuckled as he moved back to his seat and took another long sip of his wine.
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Combeferre smiled fondly, patting Enjolras’ arm. “Very well. I will relax.” He shared a look with Courfeyrac, who looked positively gleeful.
“Yes, relax. We should all be relaxed.” Courfeyrac grinned and ruffled Enjolras’ hair again. “Should I open another bottle?”
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“Good,” he said, smiling, reaching his hand out to pat Combeferre’ cheek for a moment.
“Yes! More wine,” he said, smiling when Courfeyrac ruffled his hair. “More wine and then perhaps I’ll return to my room and climb my husband like a barricade.” He started to laugh after he said it, bending over, in hysterics.
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Courfeyrac burst into fits of laughter himself, holding his side as he leaned on the table. This was wonderful. Enjolras drunk was a thing of beauty. He staggered to his feet and went to get another bottle. He met Combeferre’s eyes as he sat down again, and even he looked amused, if a little worried.
“We’ll take care of him,” Courfeyrac said quietly. “And it’s not as if his husband won’t know what to do with someone who is a little drunk.”
He ruffled Enjolras’ hair again and poured some more wine into his glass. “Here you are.”
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“Thank you, Courfeyrac,” he said, wiping tears from his eyes from laughing so hard. “You are a very good friend. You both are.” He nodded his head in agreement with himself.
He took another sip of his wine.
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Courfeyrac grinned. “It’s our pleasure, Enjolras. It always has been.” He ruffled his hair again, chuckling softly.
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“Even more so after the other night, I imagine,” he said, laughing again. “It was my pleasure to have you both,” he gasped out between laughs.
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Courfeyrac laughed. “Well, yes, but it has always been a pleasure and honour being your friend, Enjolras. A different type of pleasure, of course…”
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“Well, yes,” he said, grinning. “And my pleasure to have you both as my friends.” He reached out to ruffle Courfeyrac’ hair this time.
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Courfeyrac laughed, leaning his head into Enjolras’ hand. That was only fair. He glanced at Combeferre, amused, and reached out to ruffle Enjolras’ hair at the same time.
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He patted the side of Courfeyrac’ head and stilled his hand. “Grantaire’ hair feels so good between my fingers. When he uses his mouth on me, tongue wrapped around me. God, the things that man can do with his mouth. He knows just how to make me squirm.”
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Courfeyrac gave a slight squeak and his eyes widened. He tried not to laugh, but it was difficult. Enjolras’ hand was still on his head. “I’m… very happy for you. That is a good skill for a husband to have.”
Combeferre was looking intently at his glass, his eyebrow raised.
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“Oh, trust me, nobody is happier than I am that he is so skilled with his mouth. He makes me come apart. He could make me do anything when he takes me like that. I am completely at his mercy. It is thrilling and amazing,” he said, taking another large sip of his wine.
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Courfeyrac bit his lip, completely amused. “Lucky man,” he observed. He took a sip of his wine, going slower than Enjolras.
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“Yes, I certainly am. The luckiest,” he said, grinning happily and taking another sip of his wine. “Combeferre, you are very quiet.”
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Combeferre smiled. “I am always quiet,” he said. “What do you wish to talk about?”
Courfeyrac grinned. “Well, Grantaire’s skill at fellatio, obviously.”
Combeferre raised an eyebrow at Courfeyrac. “Well, that is not something I have experienced, so joining the conversation may be difficult.”
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Enjolras started to laugh for a moment. “It’s not something either of you have experienced, I am sure. Though not for lack of trying on Courfeyrac’ part,” he said, and he burst out laughing again.
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Courfeyrac laughed slightly. “Sadly, that is true. You bested me there.”
Combeferre smiled. “I’m glad someone did, eventually.” He smiled teasingly at Courfeyrac.
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He moved his hand from Courfeyrac’ hair to pat his cheek. “I would be worried his feelings for me might have swayed if he had gone to bed with you before I discovered my feelings for him.”
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Combeferre shook his head. “I don’t think his feelings for you could ever have been swayed, Enjolras. He is devoted to you.”
Courfeyrac nodded. “If anything, going to bed with me would have strengthened his desire for you. That’s why he turned me down.”
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He smiled warmly, moving his hand back from Courfeyrac and propping his head on it. “Well, his desires for me are well satisfied now,” he said, chuckling. “And then some.”
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Courfeyrac chuckled. “I love this side of you, Enjolras. I think we should get to see it more.”
Combeferre smiled fondly at them, shaking his head. “Stop corrupting our leader, Courfeyrac.”