#god the way enjolras cupped his cheek in a moment of comfort. of tenderness. of dare i say love

[rendnotmyheart]

God, if you told me a month ago I would be knee-deep in a Grantaire and subsequently Grantaire/Enjolras and subsequently Enjolras obsession.....

[cumbercookiebatchs]

Imagine Enjolras waiting for Grantaire near the end of Grantaire's workout period at the gym and he's just minding his business when this obnoxious dude-bro won't stop hitting on him, but then Enjolras feels a tug on his waist from the side, and it's Grantaire holding him close to his side and shooting the guy a really sharp smile with threatening eyes.

And well, Enjolras doesn't really need Grantaire to step in beside him, but he figures that's something Grantaire's doing more for himself than him at the moment and it's nice anyway, and Grantaire's got that smell on him that's half sweat and half Grantaire himself that always has his knees go weak so he just leans beside him and pecks his cheek, "I was waiting for you"

Grantaire's focus shifts on him and his eyes turn tender and warm, he brushes a curl away form Enjolras's cheek and cups his neck, "was I much late love? Did you wait for long?"

It still makes Enjolras's inside squirm all over when Grantaire treats him like that, as if all the love he'd kept aside couldn't be hidden anymore.

"Nah. And you do make a nice view, I didn't mind waiting a little bit"

Grantaire chuckles and kisses his forehead, his arm still curled tight around Enjolras's waist and Enjolras can feel him glare daggers at that boy that's still standing much too close for comfort. He curls around Enjolras more tightly and rests his chin on his head, "did you want something?"

"No- I'm sorry I didn't know he was taken".

Enjolras's brow arches up so much it almost touches his hairline, and he feels Grantaire stiffen behind him, and he's about to open his mouth but Grantaire beats him.

"Excuse me? He's no one's property and he sure isn't taken. I've seen you pushing after getting back a no, but maybe it's too much to get into that thing you call a brain that other people have a say in what's their love life, they cannot be treated like objects just because you can't accept someone not wanting to spend their time with you. That's harassment, and I would very much like to punch you right now so please move away before I do so."

Enjolras is really proud of him.

Grantaire must think it different though, and he fidgets with his keys once they get into the car, then takes a big breath and turns toward him with firm albeit sad eyes, "I'm sorry".

Enjolras blinks, "for what?"

It's almost endearing the way Grantaire blushes and rubs the back of his head, Enjolras would be cooing if not for his confusion, "for what happened before. I'm sorry, I overstepped. It was not my place to talk, I got mad and I didn't think, I won't do it anymore".

He's got such sad eyes, Enjolras doesn't like it one bit. Well he sure likes Grantaire's eyes, it's the sadness that has to go away, so he takes Grantaire's hands and puts them on his lap, "did you do that because you tought I couldn't do it on my own?"

Grantaire looks at him as if he'd grown a second head, "What? No! I got mad and I got jealous, I couldn't stand how that ass talked about you, as if you were just a pair of pretty eyes and cute legs-whick of course you have I'm not saying- oh my god please help me out here for a second because I'm just making it worse and I feel like an asshole. I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry".

Enjolras smiles at him, rubs both thumbs on Grantaire's hands, "I'm not mad. I could've stepped in had I wanted to. I know you respect me, and I know that you know that I don't need someone else to step up for me and fight my battles, but it's nice sometimes to be reminded that someone's willing to do so. I know you want to stand beside me, and not above me-"

"I could never-"

"I know love. That's why I'm not mad. You moved for love, not for possession. And you're cute when you talk back at bigots, I'm really proud of you".

"So you're not mad at me?"

"Not even a little bit".

Grantaire nods, then bites his lips, looks away then looks back at him, "could you still accept my apologies? Please?"

"Of course love, come here".

They shift and Grantaire curls himself to hug Enjolras's waist, his head under Enjolras's chin and Enjolras's hands into his hair and by everything that's holy Enjolras's heart is about to melt, "I love you".