poemsofsplendor:

Jehan watches Enjolras leave, thankful to have a moment to themself. They take a few deep breaths, fanning their warm and red cheeks in an attempt to calm down before he returns. It had been an accident, accidents happen, it was fine.

Except they liked the feeling of Enjolras’s lips and wanted more of it, maybe one day.

They shook their head, as if trying to get the thoughts to fly out of their ears and across the room. They looked up when Enjolras returned and smiled, holding out their cup.

“I got locked out of my apartment,” Jehan said after a moment. “My landlady, she is lovely, but I do not think she likes me because she ignored my frantic phone calls. I had to have Bahorel help toss me up to my balcony, where I was thankfully able to get in through my window.”

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         You know he certainly wasn't 
       expecting that. There’s a moment
       where his eyes almost bug out of
       his face, mouth falling open and a
       "Wait– what?“ And then. "She’s
       not allowed to do that.” She isn’t!

        He set the pot down, taking his 
     own seat and it’s easy to forget the
     kiss when Enjolras imagines them
     falling off a balcony because they
     couldn’t manage to get themself
     up there and he swallows, hard.

       "Jesus– you got TOSSED onto
     your own balcony, how are you
     still alive? Why didn’t you just stay
     with someone else for the night?“

        It’s not that he doesn’t know his
     friends are r e c k l e s s , it takes a
     certain sort of person to go along
     and do the things Enjolras inspires
     them to do but still, there’s a good
     cause and there’s… a simpler solution.