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There is material in this piece I've written on my free time that may be disturbing. The warning of a character death, talks of suicide, and mentions of sexual acts from the night prior are meant for the sake of the writing.
Chapter One - Wait Until I'm Done
Enjolras took a seat in the library, hauling his backpack off his shoulder and onto the table in front of him. Sighing he pulled out his laptop and books, including other writing utensils and an iPhone. The phone buzzed upon receiving a text, and Enjolras groaned quietly as he heard people around him shushing him to silent his cell phone. Sliding it off the table and turning off not only vibrate but also sounds, he read the text.
[From: Grantaire 12:34 PM] enjolras
[12:34 PM] enjy
[12:34 PM] ENJY
[12:34 PM] ANSWERGEKHDLAG
[12:35 PM] dude please im borrrrrredddddddd
Enjolras sighed lightly and texted him back.
[From: Enjolras 12:35 PM] Grantaire, you need to stop texting me while you are in the middle of your classes.
[12:36 PM] You could get in trouble, you know.
[From: Grantaire 12:36 PM] do you think i CARe
[12:36 PM] like really man
[12:36 PM] hey enjolras
[12:36 PM] hey hey hey
[12:36 PM] r u free friday
•5 Minutes Later•
[From: Grantaire 12:41 PM] hello
[12:41 PM] enjyyyyyyyyyyyyy where r u
[From: Enjolras 12:41 PM] I'm studying and working on an essay, R. Please do not interrupt me. Please.
[12:41 PM] I have an essay due the week after Friday, R. I can't 'hang out' Friday, I have to work on the said essay.
[From: Grantaire 12:42 PM] i bet the essay is about revolutionnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
[12:42 PM] it so is dont deny that type of shit enjy
•10 Minutes Later•
[From: Enjolras 12:52 PM] Grantaire will you please stop texting me while I type this essay.
[12:53 PM] When is your class over.
[12:53 PM] I don't have any more classes today.
•5 Minutes Later•
[From: Grantaire 12:58 PM] why should i tell u now
[12:58 PM] u still have class dont lie
[From: Enjolras 12:58 PM] ...
[12:58 PM] Maybe I do.
[12:58 PM] Maybe I do not.
[1:00 PM] When should I go to your apartment on Friday.
•50 Minutes Later•
[From: Grantaire 1:50 PM] get ur ass over to the dorm enjy its cold out
[1:50 PM] YOURE BACK AT THE DORM THE LIGHT IS ON
[1:50 PM] OPEN THE GOD DAMN DOOR ENJOLRAS
•3 Minutes Later•
[From: Enjolras 1:53 PM] ...
[1:53 PM] Say please.
Enjolras stood up at the table, a sly smirk on his face. Making his way to the door, he opened it up and saw a shivering Grantaire. "I'm sorry," Enjolras reached outside and Grantaire grasped his hands, still gloved and cold. "You should have came inside yourself, R."
"I have all this shit under my arms, how would I do that," Grantaire shuffled inside the foyer, clutching a sketchbook under one arm and a book bag under the other. "I actually had to finish my class, unlike you who can just leave building when you deem necessary." He crossed the hall and went into the living room, dropping his large sketch pad and backpack on the couch.
"Grantaire," Enjolras cleared his throat, following the student into the living room and stopping to lean against the frames' entrance. "The only reason I am allowed to go back to the dorm whenever I please is because my professors and I agreed that once I was done with each session and had free time, I could leave."
Grantaire sighed and turned around, facing the marble face of Enjolras. "Which is dumb," he turned back to his things and picked the sketch pad up. "Because whenever I'm done with my class, I still have a bunch more to go to."
"That's for two reasons. One, you are behind on everything. And two," Enjolras leaned off the frame and walked over to Grantaire, placing his hands on his shoulders. "They do not trust you like I do."
Grantaire scoffed and shrugged his hands away. "Don't tempt me right now, Enjy," Grantaire smiled lightly behind his curly black locks that his his eyes. "I plan on do something tonight, but not in the middle of the afternoon," Grantaire made his way around Enjolras and moved into the bedroom. He sat on his own bed, his corner of the bedroom. It was covered with posters of different bands and musicians, along with his own art strewn above his head on the ceiling. He considered it quite funny, actually. It was complete irony--to be killed by something that you poured your heart out into. Killed by something you loved.
Enjolras, on the other hand, just found it to be a health hazard. He followed the artist into the bedroom and took a seat on his bed, and slid a makeshift desk onto his lap. His personal computer, along with studying materials and cell phone were untouched, as if he had been in there right before Grantaire texted him to open the door.
A familiar buzzing sound erupted from his iPhone, and he picked it up. "What."
[From: Grantaire 2:13 PM] when r u goin to go eat dinner
[2:13 PM] cuz im gonna wait until night to eat
Enjolras glared at his phone. he was fully aware of what Grantaire meant. And he was keen on keeping the thoughts of the future of this evening in the back of his mind. He then asserted his gaze towards Grantaire. "We are in the same room together, R. Why must you text me."
Grantaire didn't look up from his phone, and the buzzing vibrated against Enjolras' palm. He hated and loved that feeling. For reasons.
[From: Grantaire 2:14 PM] cuz
[2:14 PM] i can
[2:14 PM] dwi yo
Enjolras groaned and dropped his phone into his lap. He began typing.
Until the the stupid iPhone began vibrating against his crotch. He tried his best to ignore it, but ended up shutting his eyes while he typed and let out some type of sound from his the back of his throat. "'T-Taire. Stop."
Grantaire was grinning, still typing out random keys into the phone and sending them to Enjolras' own cell. "Nope."
Enjolras let out a small groan and bit his bottom lip slightly. He didn't want to just give in and pull his phone away; it would show how much he really, really, really needed to get off at the moment. And he didn't want to see the unneeded texts, either. He kept his eyes closed and--just because he had no other choice--swatted the phone out of his lap and onto the bed beside him. Enjolras took in a deep breath and let it out, trying to subdue his growing need to get off.
He failed and all he felt was his erection stay risen. Letting out another annoyed sound, the buzzing of his phone stopped and the bed on the other side of the room was making noise. Enjolras turned to his head towards the other side of the room and came face to face with Grantaire. "What do you want now, R."
"You need something from me, I know it," Grantaire smiled and leaned one hand on the bed and the other against Enjolras' lap, right above his crotch. A sharp breath and a whine emitted from Enjolras' lips and Grantaire smirked. "You really, really, really need to get off right now. Don't you."
"I hate you," Enjolras continued to take in calming breaths. "With a deep passion," he swallowed as Grantaires' hand pressed down on his growing erection. "That I wish I didn't have sometimes." He shut his eyes, and suddenly the hand that was teasing him through his jeans went away and the erection stayed up. He looked up at R with slight confusion and annoyance.
"Get your essay done," Grantaire leaned down and placed a small kiss against Enjolras' temple. "And then I'll help you out. Okay?"
"Okay," Enjolras nodded and let out a long sigh. He either had to get his erection to slow down and lower itself or get off right here, right now.
He was going with the first option for now.
It sort of worked, he was less distracted while typing up the essay. His eyes stayed glued on not only the keyboard and screen, but his iPhone as well. He was in this large Group Chat that was for everyone in one of the many Colleges' clubs--Revolutionary Debate Club. Enjolras ran the group, and whoever was with him the nights of the debates was his 'Centre'. As per usual, it was Combferre.
The group chat was alive with talk at the moment. Couferyac and Jehan were in a heated debate about what kind of flowers to place around the club room.
[From: Couferyac 2:18 PM] ENJOLRAS YOU ARE SO WATCHING THIS
[2:18 PM] CHECK YOUR PHONE DAMMIT MAN
[From: Jehan 2:19 PM] Please?
Enjolras let out another usual groan of annoyance, and in turn caught Grantaire's attention.
"I know you need to get off, finish your work first at least," Grantaire smirked at a glaring Enjolras. "It's just so you don't ruin your work before I help."
"God damn you, R. I wasn't talking about that," Enjolras cleared his throat. "I was talking about the group chat. Couf and Jehan want to know what flowers to decorate the club room with," He sighed. "And insist on me speaking to them about it."
"Then just tell them some red flowers and some black flowers, then get your stupid work done so I can help you out," Grantaire smiled. "Alright?"
Enjolras nodded again, and moved his cell phone away from his lap. 'I'll text them later,' he mused. 'I'll text them when I'm done with my work,' and, pausing his thought, he let out a sigh again. 'And after this stupid thing.'