Chapter Text
Grantaire shifted on his seat then immediately regretted it. He stared at the table and tried to breathe normally, not an easy feat considering the vibrator Enjolras had slid inside him was pressing against his prostate and he was harder than he'd ever remembered being. They others were talking but he couldn't hear a word, just kept focusing on the table and prayed that Enjolras would be distracted enough to forget he had the control in his pocket. He stood up and walked to the bar, thinking maybe a drink would help. He was about to order when he felt it, the sharp buzz inside him. He almost fell down and had to grab the bar for support, he looked over at Enjolras who was of course ignoring him and showing Joly something.
He coughed and ordered a whiskey. When it came he gulped it down in one then ordered another. He breathed deeply and sat on the bar stool, another buzz. He slammed his hand down on the bar and everyone looked at him,
"Sorry."
The chatter returned and he picked up his drink. Another buzz.
"Fuck sake."
The barmaid looked at him strangely and he waved her away, he regretted this game so much. It was all meant to be a bit of fun, he'd only bought the damn thing because Enjolras turned out to be such a freak in bed...
"Come on it'll be hot to see you squirm. Knowing it’s me that’s doing it..."
Damn Enjolras and his smooth voice. Grantaire cursed him silently and sipped his drink; he looked back over at him and breathed a sigh. He was talking to Combeferre and gesturing, his hands were away from his pockets and Grantaire wanted them to stay there. He drained his glass and rubbed his head, his eyes wandered over to Enjolras again and his heart stopped when he realised he was staring at him. Grantaire looked around at the others but they hadn't noticed. No one knew about them yet, it made it even hotter keeping it a secret. This however. This was not hot. This was torture. He looked back up at Enjolras and frowned; Enjolras winked at him and slid his hand into his pocket before turning around. Grantaire jumped from the chair and coughed. The bastard was pressing the button repeatedly over and over. Grantaire had to walk away carefully and bite his knuckle to keep from moaning.
"You okay Grantaire?"
Grantaire nodded,
"You're sweating, do you feel sick."
Grantaire put a shaky hand on a table and tried to stand still, Enjolras walked over to him; hand still in his pocket and blank look on his face,
"Do you need help Grantaire?"
Grantaire wanted to kill him. But more than that he wanted to come. He needed to come. He glared at Enjolras and rubbed his face.
"I'm going to the bathroom."
"If you vomit. Clean it up."
Another glare and he made his way to the bathroom. Once inside he locked the door and put his head against the mirror. Putting his face into the inside of his arm he moaned loudly. The buzzing continued, he could hear it in his head, he could feel it through his whole body,
"Bastard."
He was pressing the button in the other room in Morse code. S.O.S. he couldn't take it anymore, he unzipped his trousers and stuck his hand down, and gripping himself he began to rub whilst moaning into his arm. It wouldn't happen though. He cried out and slammed his hand on the basin. He wanted it out. He wanted to throw the stupid thing on the floor and stamp on it. Suddenly the buzzing stopped and he slumped forward.
"Grantaire open the door."
He turned to it, and grabbed the handle, he had barely unlocked it when Enjolras burst through and slammed it shut again, he turned the lock and pushed Grantaire up against the wall, he began attacking his mouth, kissing him hard and rubbing his hand over the bulge in his trousers.
"God you're so hard."
Grantaire could do nothing but moan and grip Enjolras tightly,
"You want me to fuck you?"
Grantaire moaned again, how the hell was their leader so damn dirty? His knees shook and he whimpered. Enjolras laughed in his ear,
"Tell me what you want."
"Fuck Enjolras fuck me. Suck me I don't care just nnn....let me come"
Enjolras dipped his hand around the back of Grantaire’s trousers, he slipped his hand in and put two finger inside him; feeling for the end of the vibrator and began to pull it out, Grantaire gripped Enjolras' shoulder and hitched his leg up to make it easier, Enjolras pulled it half out then thrust it back in. Grantaire cried out and bit down on Enjolras' shoulder. Enjolras grinned and did it again and again until Grantaire was practically crying.
"Shhh Shhh Shhh."
Grantaire glared at him,
"Fucking make me come or go."
Enjolras frowned then kissed him again.
"Turn around."
Grantaire turned and leveraged himself against the sink,
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be walking out of here right."
He pulled his trousers down and let them pool around his ankles,
"Bend over."
Enjolras spat his hand and coated his own hard on. He thrust the vibrator again and Grantaire groaned. Enjolras chuckled before pulling it out completely and throwing it in the sink. Before Grantaire could even look at it he'd been pulled back and Enjolras was inside him. He moaned and pushed himself further onto Enjolras.
"Take it all you....fuck you feel so good."
Grantaire gripped the sink until his fingers went white, he could feel the bruises forming from Enjolras' grip on his hips. He felt himself shudder embarrassingly fast and shut his eyes as he came over the porcelain of the sink, Enjolras kept thrusting, Grantaire would come again in he could it felt so good. It was with shaky legs that he moaned Enjolras' name. Enjolras gripped his shoulder and groaned; he thrust hard a few more times then pulled out and came over Grantaire’s back with a moan. Grantaire felt his knees give way and he fell to the ground, Enjolras fell behind him chuckling.
"You're a bastard Enjolras."
Enjolras laughed and got up to grab a paper towel. He ran his fingers through the mess on Grantaire’s burning skin and turned him around; Grantaire looked from his hand to his face then took the fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean. Enjolras moaned at the sight,
"God you're hot."
Grantaire pulled him in and kissed him.
"Your ideas suck Enjolras."
Enjolras smirked,
"We should go. I told em I'd lock up."
Grantaire looked around,
"Where is everyone?"
"Grantaire you were in here for an hour."
Grantaire put his head in his hands and laughed. He got up slowly and pulled his trousers on. He hobbled to the door and Enjolras grabbed his waist and leaned in,
"Told you I'd make you walk funny."
Grantaire glared at him,
"Don't forget the damn vibrator."
Enjolras smirked and pocketed it. He grabbed Grantaire’s shoulder making him turn around,
"You can smirk Blondie. You're getting it next."
Enjolras followed him out, feeling himself already grow hard at the idea.