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Enjolras made a face. “I really wish you’d find another nickname. Don’t make it sound so bad- the moon is just as important and much more beautiful than the sun.”
“The moon as no purpose except to love the sun.” He laughed softly,
“Just as the sun loves the moon. Both are equally important.”
“No..the moon hardly does anything compared to the sun..”
“The moon controls tides and has various other effects- and is beautiful to look at.” Enjolras kissed him lightly.
He smiled and kissed back, “So what all did you and Courf do?”
Enjolras blushed. “Erm, well not much, actually. We just, well, we basically just kinda grinded until, well you know. And then there may have been some blowjobs.”
“Damn.” He pouted. “I wanted to be the first to do that for you.”
“I’m sorry. But there are,” he cleared his throat, “other things you an be the first to do.”
“Like what?” He smirks
Enjolras leaned in and whispered “use your imagination.”
He moaned softly, “Fuck.”
“Well that’s an idea, I suppose.” Enjolras said, grinning.
He smirked, “Oh hush you big tease.”
Enjolras nudged him playfully. “You asked. And I answered.”
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“Sure. There aren’t mosquitoes are there? I’ll get eaten alive. Do you have bug spray?”
“I have bug spray. No worries.” He grinned and kissed his nose.
“Then let’s go!” Grantaire tugged on his clothes and shoes.
Enjolras grinned and tugged on his clothes. “We should pack water and food and things.”
Grantaire nodded and walked into the kitchen, pulling snacks out of the cupboards. “How did you come by so many fruit snacks?!” he asked, bewildered by the four giant boxes he found.
Enjolras groaned and blushed slightly. “I have no idea. If you want a box at your place please take one.”
Grantaire laughed. “That’s ok. If you had an unhealthy obsession with fruit snacks I will neither judge nor deprive you of them.” He packed a backpack full of snacks and water bottles.
“I do not. Blame Courf. He thought it was a good idea to leave ten boxes of fruit snacks at my apartment at three in the morning while completely drunk as a token of his friendship. Or something.” He rolled his eyes and grinned, throwing the backpack over his shoulders. “Ready?”
“What ever you say.” Grantaire kissed him. “Why was Courf here at 3am? Didn’t he have someone to go home with?” Grantaire grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door.
Enjolras shrugged. “I think he went home with Bahorel that night.”
Grantaire raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t think Bahorel swung that way.”
Enjolras shrugged. “I dunno. May not have done anything sexual, no matter how much Courf would have tried.”
“Hmm, we’ll have to ask Bahorel. I’m curious now.” Grantaire began to walk.
Enjolras followed him and wrapped an arm around his waist. “All right.”
“Is this where you jog?” Grantaire wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
He smiled and nodded. “It’s nice and quiet out here.”
Grantaire laughed, “I keep saying that I’ll start jogging- but today is not that day.”
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I figured you would. *kisses your cheek and buckles Freddie into her seat* I know we just got here, but I could use a nap.
I could too. Let’s take a breather when we get to the hotel.
I completely agree. Besides, Freddie can hardly keep her eyes open. *tucks a blanket around her*
*smiles softly and kisses her forehead* Our beautiful baby.
*kisses you* On her first vacation. She turns 1 in about 2 months.
*kisses back* I know. She’s getting so big. I can’t believe it.
I know. She’ll be walking soon. And then I’m afraid there’ll be no stopping her. *kisses her cheek*
Apollo will be in a panic when that happens. *grins* *smiles when Freddie gurgles tiredly*
I dunno- I think he can take her. *tickles her tummy*
He probably can, but I still think it’ll freak him out. *laughs when age gurgles in protest and waves her arms*
*kisses her forehead* and it’ll will be hilarious to watch. We’ll have to get those cabinet guards.
*nods* Definitely. I don’t want her to get into anything she shouldn’t. *kisses her cheek*
Agreed. Hey, this looks like a nice hotel!
*pays the driver and grabs the bags* Can you carry Freddie?
Of course! *gently picks up Freddie* *follows you* she’s already asleep. Not even out of her car seat.
*smiles* We’ll all take a rest when we get to our room. *checks in* *goes to the room and opens the door* Wow, this is nice.
*stares, wide eyed* you did good, babe. This is… *peeks into the bathroom and whimpers* this is going to be three weeks of heaven.
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“No! I don’t mean you have to! You don’t have to go anywhere, but if you wanted to, I wouldn’t be upset.”
“Ahhh, who’s knocked up today? Or getting married, or divorced, or both?”
“I’m not going, and I don’t think Katie is old enough to drive, yet.” Courfeyrac joked and kissed the infant’s forehead.
Enjolras shook his head, “It doesn’t matter. They aren’t important. I wish the media would focus on more important issues than ‘who’s gay’ and ‘who’s knocked up the most celebrities.’”
“Not yet.” Jehan brushed a piece of hair out of Courfeyrac’s face. “Thank you for staying.”
“It’s all about ratings. There’s no real news anymore. Even on the ‘news networks’.” Grantaire pulled out his phone and started scrolling through his newsfeed. “And when real news does make it to the internet- it becomes a “My problems are worse than your problems so stop complaining” fest.”
“I would never leave you,” Courfeyrac kissed Jehan.
“Which is infuriating. News should be about important things in the world. Not the fact that Kim Kardashian looks fat. She’s pregnant! Why are they even complaining?!”
Jehan smiled and snuggled closer to Courfeyrac. “Thank you.” He closed his eyes.
“I thought the news liked baby bumps? Guess not if you’re a Kardashian. Course look at how they treat Chloe. And why do celebrities give their kids stupid names? That’s what I want to know.”
Courfeyrac laid Katie in her bassinet and curled up to Jehan.
“Yeah, I wished they’d stop naming their kids ‘Pilot Inspektor’ and ‘Apple’. Who names a child after fruit? Courfeyrac would, now that I think about it.”
Jehan hummed. “You smell nice.”
“Moon Unit and Dweezle. I think Frank Zappa will always win the ‘shittiest kids name ever’ contest.”
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“No! I don’t mean you have to! You don’t have to go anywhere, but if you wanted to, I wouldn’t be upset.”
“Ahhh, who’s knocked up today? Or getting married, or divorced, or both?”
“I’m not going, and I don’t think Katie is old enough to drive, yet.” Courfeyrac joked and kissed the infant’s forehead.
Enjolras shook his head, “It doesn’t matter. They aren’t important. I wish the media would focus on more important issues than ‘who’s gay’ and ‘who’s knocked up the most celebrities.’”
“Not yet.” Jehan brushed a piece of hair out of Courfeyrac’s face. “Thank you for staying.”
“It’s all about ratings. There’s no real news anymore. Even on the ‘news networks’.” Grantaire pulled out his phone and started scrolling through his newsfeed. “And when real news does make it to the internet- it becomes a “My problems are worse than your problems so stop complaining” fest.”
“I would never leave you,” Courfeyrac kissed Jehan.
“Which is infuriating. News should be about important things in the world. Not the fact that Kim Kardashian looks fat. She’s pregnant! Why are they even complaining?!”
Jehan smiled and snuggled closer to Courfeyrac. “Thank you.” He closed his eyes.
“I thought the news liked baby bumps? Guess not if you’re a Kardashian. Course look at how they treat Chloe. And why do celebrities give their kids stupid names? That’s what I want to know.”
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“Sure. There aren’t mosquitoes are there? I’ll get eaten alive. Do you have bug spray?”
“I have bug spray. No worries.” He grinned and kissed his nose.
“Then let’s go!” Grantaire tugged on his clothes and shoes.
Enjolras grinned and tugged on his clothes. “We should pack water and food and things.”
Grantaire nodded and walked into the kitchen, pulling snacks out of the cupboards. “How did you come by so many fruit snacks?!” he asked, bewildered by the four giant boxes he found.
Enjolras groaned and blushed slightly. “I have no idea. If you want a box at your place please take one.”
Grantaire laughed. “That’s ok. If you had an unhealthy obsession with fruit snacks I will neither judge nor deprive you of them.” He packed a backpack full of snacks and water bottles.
“I do not. Blame Courf. He thought it was a good idea to leave ten boxes of fruit snacks at my apartment at three in the morning while completely drunk as a token of his friendship. Or something.” He rolled his eyes and grinned, throwing the backpack over his shoulders. “Ready?”
“What ever you say.” Grantaire kissed him. “Why was Courf here at 3am? Didn’t he have someone to go home with?” Grantaire grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door.
Enjolras shrugged. “I think he went home with Bahorel that night.”
Grantaire raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t think Bahorel swung that way.”
Enjolras shrugged. “I dunno. May not have done anything sexual, no matter how much Courf would have tried.”
“Hmm, we’ll have to ask Bahorel. I’m curious now.” Grantaire began to walk.
Enjolras followed him and wrapped an arm around his waist. “All right.”
“Is this where you jog?” Grantaire wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
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Enjolras made a face. “I really wish you’d find another nickname. Don’t make it sound so bad- the moon is just as important and much more beautiful than the sun.”
“The moon as no purpose except to love the sun.” He laughed softly,
“Just as the sun loves the moon. Both are equally important.”
“No..the moon hardly does anything compared to the sun..”
“The moon controls tides and has various other effects- and is beautiful to look at.” Enjolras kissed him lightly.
He smiled and kissed back, “So what all did you and Courf do?”
Enjolras blushed. “Erm, well not much, actually. We just, well, we basically just kinda grinded until, well you know. And then there may have been some blowjobs.”
“Damn.” He pouted. “I wanted to be the first to do that for you.”
“I’m sorry. But there are,” he cleared his throat, “other things you an be the first to do.”
“Like what?” He smirks
Enjolras leaned in and whispered “use your imagination.”
He moaned softly, “Fuck.”
“Well that’s an idea, I suppose.” Enjolras said, grinning.
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“No! I don’t mean you have to! You don’t have to go anywhere, but if you wanted to, I wouldn’t be upset.”
“Ahhh, who’s knocked up today? Or getting married, or divorced, or both?”
“I’m not going, and I don’t think Katie is old enough to drive, yet.” Courfeyrac joked and kissed the infant’s forehead.
Enjolras shook his head, “It doesn’t matter. They aren’t important. I wish the media would focus on more important issues than ‘who’s gay’ and ‘who’s knocked up the most celebrities.’”
“Not yet.” Jehan brushed a piece of hair out of Courfeyrac’s face. “Thank you for staying.”
“It’s all about ratings. There’s no real news anymore. Even on the ‘news networks’.” Grantaire pulled out his phone and started scrolling through his newsfeed. “And when real news does make it to the internet- it becomes a “My problems are worse than your problems so stop complaining” fest.”
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The Final Battle
Les Misérables (West End, 2009)
Enjolras: David Thaxton
Combeferre: Gavin James
Courfeyrac: Greg Castiglioni (swing)
Warnings: Killian Donnelly (swing)
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