Grantaire, singing bawdy songs loudly, is tossed unceremoniously in a cell to "sleep it off". He curls up in a pile of straw, calling loudly for "More wine, Louison!"
Instead of the waitress he’d called, a familiar face smirked back at him, dangling a bottle teasingly between the bars.
Grantaire "leaps" up, more of a drunken almost-sprawl than anything else. None the less, he makes his way across the cell, groping for the bottle.
Javert pulls it back through the bars, chuckling. "Ah ah ah, what do you intend to trade for it?"
Grantaire visibly deflates, gripping the bars, looking pleading. Rifling through his fob and pockets, he produces: a cigarette, broken in two, 7 sous, some fluff, a revolting handkerchief, and a piece of string. He offers the lot to his captor.
Javert starts to make a face of disgust, but can't help to laugh at Grantaire's hopeful expression. "You really think that's worth a bottle of wine? It's good wine too." he took a swig from the bottle.
"Ah...please...it's all I have," he slurs. "I'll bring you something better next time," he adds, with a slightly bitter laugh. He watches the other man drink desperately, trying to squeeze through the bars in his attempt to reach the alcohol.
"You're not quite that thin, Grantaire." Javert smirked. He wiped a stray drop from his lips and offered the finger to Grantaire.
Grantaire, wild with drunken need, wraps his mouth around the finger, suckling. "Oh...please...it's good!"
Javert looks slightly surprised, feeling his pants tighten a little. "Grantaire..."
"...yes?" Grantaire asks, holding the finger tightly in his hand. He sounds rather frantically eager to please.
Javert handed him the wine, taking his keys and opening Grantaire's cell. He closed it behind him, leaving his keys on his belt.
Grantaire takes the bottle, upending it. He doesn't notice Javert's entry.
Javert pushed the drinking man back onto the 'bed' in his cell, straddling the other's hips and brushing his hair away from his neck so he could nip and bite at it.
Grantaire's cock grows hard in drunken fits and starts, and he downs the wine as quickly as he can, giggling a little at the attention.
Javert groans, grinding into Grantaire's erection with his own hips. "Finish the wine." he murmured.
"Yes, sir..." Grantaire laughs, finishing the bottle. He throws it aside, smashing it against the stone wall. "'s goin' on?" he slurs.
"Nothing.' he practically growled, biting the other's shoulder. He strips off the other's shirt, starting to pull off his own as well, quickly.
"'kay..." the drunk murmurs. "More...?" he gestures to the smashed bottle. He leans up for a kiss.
"No more." he kissed the other roughly.
"Mmm..." Grantaire moans, one hand lighting on the back of Javert's head."
Javert bit the other's nipple, toying with it with his tongue, still grinding against the other's thigh. His knee was pressing up against Grantaire's erection.
"..am I going to be executed tomorrow?" Grantaire mumbles, perplexed.
"No. Just shut up and enjoy it." he groaned, tearing Grantaire's pants down, trying not to rip them in his frustrated need.
Grantaire nods, more quickly and frequently than is perhaps necessary. "Yesss..."
Javert manages to get them both naked and grabs Grantaire's cock, pumping a few times to make sure he's hard before turning the other over, pressing his erection against his ass.
"Oh, fuck!" Grantaire yelps, almost sobbing. He's been subjected to this particular situation (and far worse) too many times to protest. He lays still, eyes squinched shut, feeling how large the other is and hoping it will be over quickly.
To his surprise the man's large cock glided in smoothly. The officer had lubed when the other man was distracted.
Javert is large enough that, even with lube, some discomfort is inevitable. Grantaire grits his teeth, hands clenched in the thin, dirty sheet covering the "bed".
The larger man groaned, sliding heavily against Grantaire's ass and back. "Fuck." he bit the drunkard's shoulder, narrowly avoiding a bruise.
Grantaire awkwardly reaches under himself (and Javert) to grip his cock, stroking it in time to Javert's thrusts. He screams at the bite, muffled by the cot.
"Why?" he sobs.
"Mmnn..." Javert groaned. He reached around the prisoner, swatting his hands away from his cock and stroking it himself. It was difficult to get off when the other was sobbing.
Grantaire relaxes a little, moving his hips up to meet Javert's rythym. His sobs quiet into soft sounds of pleasure.
"Mmm good." he murmured into the other's tangled hair, sliding deeper into him and thrusting continually against his prostate.
"Ahhh!" Grantaire groans, lifting his hips as much as he can now, beneath the taller man's weight. "Yessss...please..."
"God, Grantaire..." he thrust as far as he could into the other, nearly orgasming as the other tightened around his cock. The hand stroking Grantaire sped up. "Come for me." he moaned.
Grantaire, already a well-trained creature at this point, comes instantly, his ass shrinking around the inspector's cock.
Javert bit back a cry, coming inside the other's ass. "Nnh!" he panted, collapsing on the other male, breathing hard.
Grantaire groans again, half suffocated, ass leaking cum. "What're you doing here...?" he murmurs.
He groaned, smirking humourlessly. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
"...raping a prisoner?" Grantaire suggests, flinching at his run-away mouth.
Javert's face hardened and he got off the other man, standing straight. He tossed him his clothes, getting dressed himself.
"...no..." Grantaire groans, trying to stand and falling heavily, painfully to his knees. "Please, please don't go..." he begs, tears running openly over his unshaven face.
"I just raped you. Wouldn't you rather rot in here alone?" he snapped.
"No, no, no, no, no..." he chants helplessly, swaying on his knees. "Please, no. Don't leave me alone; I didn't mean it." He covers his mouth.
He frowned. "Why don't you want to be alone?"
"I never wanted...want...to be alone!" He sobs. "...do what you want with me, to me..."
Javert found it difficult to stay calm and composed when the other was dissolving into incoherent sobs and pleas. He steps forward and takes Grantaire into his arms for a hug. "It's alright..."
"Ah..." Grantaire sobs, him being on his knees placing his mouth at Javert's groin. He fumbles with the inspector's fly, not sure what else to do. "...thank you," he whispers.
Javert stops him, pulling him up to continue holding him.
Grantaire leans heavily on the other man's chest, still swaying. "Anything...you want..." he manages.
"You're even more drunk than usual." he sighed. "Come on, you can't stay in this cell. I have some paperwork to do, so you can sit with me."
"...no..." Grantaire grunts, as stubbornly as he can manage. "I...I belong here..." he says, as dignified as possible.
"Come on. I'll make coffee." he managed a tired smile, leaving the cell and leaving the door open. He went to his desk, preparing coffee enough for both of them.
Grantaire follows, the open door, the leaving man, and the expectation of coffee beckoning. "...sorry..." he murmurs, Javert's fatigue registering.
"Here." he handed him a mug. "Don't worry about it."
Grantaire drains most of the mug in one swallow, coughing a little. He's clearly ill and hasn't eaten in a good long while, on top of being drunk.
Javert frowns when he sees the other's reaction to the drink. He decides his paperwork can wait. He gathers his coat and hat. "Come on, I'll buy you something to eat." he shook his head. "You look half-dead."
Grantaire shakes his head, slumping into a seat. "No. I'm fine..." he mutters.
"Come on." he puts an arm around the other man and pulls him outside. He hopes Grantaire will be warm enough pressed against him, even without a coat.
The drunkard nestles against Javert, smiling up at him. "I don't understand you. Not one bit."
"Me neither." he sighed. "But you look sick, and I don't want you to die in there, so we'll get you some food and warmth." he ushers the other into a cafe, the warmth consuming both of them. He ordered a varied collection of food and some milk, not sure what would be good to settle a drunkard's stomach.
"...does anyone, I wonder?" he muses.
He laughed, almost bitter "Probably not."
Grantaire, well versed in what to eat in such situations, eats well without feeling nauseous. He ignores the milk entirely, having miserable recollections of this particular substance. Fed and therefore slightly more sober, he watches the larger man intently. "Why?" he asks again.
"Hm?" Javert looks up, having been daydreaming and sipping the milk Grantaire was ignoring. "Why what?"
"Why...all of this..," Grantaire gesticulates broadly. "Why me?"
"You needed it." he shrugged. "And it's not like I have anyone else to spend my money on." he chuckled.
"Why the...you know..." Grantaire makes dirty finger gestures, blushing. "No one else? ...I don't need anything..." he says, rather unconvincingly.
He shrugged, looking older than Grantaire had ever seen him. "I don't have much of an explanation for my actions tonight. And yes, you did need something."
Grantaire nods. Very, very quietly: "I've had much worse. That was almost...yes...was pleasant." His tone abruptly changes, becoming mildly harsh and a touch sneering. "What do I...what do you *think* I need, precisely?"
"Food, at least." he shook his head, undoing his hair ribbon and brushing out his hair with his fingers. "And a place to sleep and someone to talk to couldn't kill you."
Grantaire watches the beautiful hair tumble down almost hungrily. His face remains hard, afraid to let his desires for these things show. He shrugs, trying to appear flippant. "No more than anyone in my position would want. You must pass thousands of us a day. You'll have to do better than that, inspector." His eyes are hungry, his cynicism in shambles.
"What do you want me to say?" he laughed, sharply. The conversation seemed to be almost painful for the inspector.
"...the truth..." he murmurs, eyes closed. "I hear it so rarely, even from my own lips. I don't care what you say, as long as it's true."
"What happened tonight reminded me of something horrible I did in the past. I feel... like I can..." he hesitated. "make it right, somehow. I'd rather not talk about it." he sighed.
Grantaire nods, putting up a hand to stop the other. "That's enough...I want truth, not torment. ...thank you," he sighs, the words sounding rusty in his mouth.
He nodded. "Alright."
"I enjoyed it," he whispers. Abruptly, his head falls forward on the table, the day's drama and drinking catching up to him at last.
Javert sighed, paying for the food and picking up the unconscious man gently, tucking his skeletal form under the folds of his coat so he could carry him home. “So did I.” he murmured, his mind on someone else as he brought the drunkard to his home.
*****
Grantaire's eyes flutter open, then snap shut again. "...ugh..." he has the worst hangover he's had since he started drinking.
He finds himself in a much warmer and softer environment than he usually wakes up in after that much alcohol, however. And it smells kind of ... familiar.
Grantaire, eyes still closed, rolls so his face is buried in the pillow. This brings him into contact with his bedmate. After his initial startlement, his first thought is to do an assessment...literally. He can tell that he had sex recently, but isn't unduly sore...
The large man next to him groaned, rolling over so he had his back to Grantaire. His black hair was spilt all over the pillows, hair that Grantaire didn't recognize at first. The room was surprisingly dark for what seemed to be late morning. The curtains were all closed.
Grantaire gives a little sob, hands clenching into fists. He's frightened, ill, and feels dizzy every time he moves. He assumes someone found him in the street, banged him and took him home. It's happened before...he realizes his stomach is full...unfortunately. He rolls/falls off the bed, puking into a bowl that seems put there for that purpose.
The other man groaned again, sitting up. "Grantaire?" he murmured. "Are you alright?" a sleepy Javert peeked over the edge of the bed.
Grantaire finishes, hauling himself to his knees. He's shaking, tears running down his face, nose running. He wipes himself off on a cloth beside the bowl. "Yeah. Fine." He recognizes the voice, turning so suddenly he almost falls over. "...inspector?" After being thrown in jail, everything is ephemeral and dream-like.
Javert nods, standing. He goes to empty the bowl, getting the drunkard a glass of water to rinse his mouth with. "How's your head doing?" he rubbed the bruise Grantaire had from conking out onto the table last night.
Grantaire doesn't feel like playing his usual amnesiac game of 'guess what happened last night based on context'. "...pardon me for asking...I don't mean to sound rude, but...what am I doing here?"
"You ..." Javert stopped and considered editing the version of what happened, but then sighed and told him the truth. All of it.
The drunkard nods, hauling himself up onto the bed, sitting on the edge. "Thank you. I can tell you're telling the truth."
"I'd hardly lie about raping you and taking you home with me." he sighed.
He shrugs. "You'd be surprised...most men would. Women, too..." he blushes, trying not to think about that. His hand strays assward. "It hardly feels like rape."
The inspector raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"
Grantaire matches his expression. "I've never heard of someone being raped with lube," he says, matter-of-factly.
He laughed, brushing some of his hair out of his face. "I thought you didn't remember."
Grantaire nestles into the touch, gently. "I don't. But I can tell the difference. And you're...well, a big man..." he blushes again, gaze straying downward.
He smirked a bit. "Well just because I raped you doesn't mean I wanted to hurt you."
Grantaire touches the other man's cheek, eyes filling with tears. He's genuinely touched. He starts to lean in for a kiss, before remembering his recent puking.
Javert chuckled a little, kissing Grantaire on his rather stubbly cheek. "...you need a shave."
Grantaire laughs. "...always." He feels himself grow erect, offering his throat playfully. "Now, I suppose I was probably fairly relaxed and loose, too. And not struggling much..." he muses. "The raping of drunks makes perfect sense." He says this with no malice.
Javert looks at first confused but then grins. "You are a strange one. Come on, let's get you a bath and something to eat." he stood, going to run a bath.
Grantaire shrugs, not sure what's so confusing. He stares at his erection, willing it to go away before the bath. Giving it attention only seems to make it worse, however...
Javert lets the bath water run until it's almost full, steaming with warmth. "Come on." he calls. "I can leave you alone to bathe if you like."
"Mmm...mm-mm." The student glares at his pants-bulge, tottering his way to the bath. "I'd...rather not be alone. If you don't mind. You can read the paper or something, you don't have to do anything. If you wouldn't mind staying in the room..." this is said very quietly.
"I'll stay." he agreed, waiting for Grantaire to get undressed.
"Thank you..." Grantaire, always shy about his body, hesitantly undresses. The time elapsed between revealing his cock and "hiding" it in the water is astoundingly brief, considering his current wretched state.
Even with the brief moment of exposure, Javert notices the erection. He lets the other soak, then handing him some shaving supplies. "You'll be wanting these." he grinned.
Grantaire nods, silent and blushing. He unfolds the razor, taking it in his trembling hands, nearly slitting his own throat by mistake.
Javert takes his hand, steadying it. "Here..." he moves to sit behind the other, pulling Grantaire's head back gently. "Do you trust me to do this?"
"Yes..." he says, steadily. His erection grows to full size, and he moans as quietly as he can manage, muffling it with his closed mouth.
Javert finds himself becoming slightly aroused. Grantaire's neck arched under his hands, the razor pressed against his skin... it didn't help that R was moaning. He slowly began to shave the other, completely and totally aware of the erotic nature of this kind of trust.
"Mmm..." Grantaire sighs, somewhere between relaxed and aroused. He finds his hand straying to his cock, withdrawing it as discreetly as he can.
Javert finished, and trailed his hand over the other's exposed throat gently. "You don't have to stop..."
"Ahh..." Grantaire sighs, a little startled. "...it's...not exactly classy..." he's bright red.
"Well, raping prisoners isn't exactly classy, but we all indulge ourselves once in a while."
Grantaire grins. "Point taken..." After a little hesitation, Grantaire slides a hand between his legs, grasping his cock and beginning to stroke. "Are you done?" he asks, trying not to sound disappointed.
"There's not a hair left." he chuckled, rubbing the other's jaw. He cups a handful of water and soaking the other's hair so he can start to wash it.
"Ahh...that's been a while," he laughs, increasing his pace. "You're...sure you don't mind?" he gasps, not sure he could stop at this point, anyway.
"I... don't mind watching you." he admitted, massaging the other's scalp a little. He didn't have any shampoo, so he just scrubbed it with soap.
R grins. "I thought not..." he's close now, eyes closed, rocking back and forth with his hand. Even having his hair washed is novel and erotic. "You're...very handsome..." he gasps, "I never noticed."
"Most people don't," he grinned, tugging slightly at the other's hair. "You're surprisingly handsome under all this dirt and stubble."
Grantaire comes with a little cry, sinking into the tub, going limp as death. After a few minutes of panting recovery, he gasps, "I'm not sure if I'm flattered or insulted..." he grins.
"Flattered that you're handsome. Insulted that you let yourself get this bad." he rinsed the other's hair gently. "There, you're clean."
"'Let myself'? If it were that simple, I'd bathe every day! Aren't you sweet. I'm going to smell like..." he blushes.
"Well if you'd waited a few minutes..." he grinned, offering him a hand up. His pants felt a little tight after watching Grantaire's little show, but he ignored it.
"With all that attention? Impossible." he takes the hand, kissing it gently. He feels much improved. "Towel?" He notices Javert's predicament with amusement and a hint of pride.
He hands him a fluffy towel, starting to drain the bath.
R steps out, shaking the water off, covering himself with the warm, nice scented towel as quickly as possible.
Javert wrapped the other in it, rubbing him dry. "Should I try to brush your hair, or would that just be asking for trouble?"
Grantaire laughs. "I see you understand its crazy ways..."
Javert smiled, running his fingers through Grantaire's hair, managing the knots skillfully. "Should I attempt it?"
"Ahhh...yes..." R sighs blissfully. "I imagine your hair isn't easy, either. And there's so much..."
Javert sits Grantaire down, taking a soft brush and starting to work out the tangles. When he was done, Grantaire's hair shone, the waves much more tame than usual.
Grantaire is half-melted with bliss, fighting to keep sitting up. He glances in the mirror, looking wonderingly at his reflection. "...it almost looks normal..."
"It's probably a lot less painful too." Javert agreed. He runs his fingers through the waves. "And it surprisingly soft."
R's eyes roll up in his head, and he leans back against Javert's chest. "Do you still think that this could possibly be rape?" he whispers.
He looked down at him with a raised eyebrow. "Well I'm hardly raping you right now."
Grantaire laughs, feeling himself getting hard. "You could be..." he says mischievously.
"I think you'd notice." he kissed the other's forehead.
"I'd like to," he says, trying a less subtle approach.
Javert looked down at the other with a raised eyebrow. "You do realize that you're asking a man who raped you, and took you home, to have sex with you."
Getting harder, R flushes, fighting to keep eye contact. "...yes," he says, almost a squeak. Gathering himself, he continues, "...when you put it that way...I'm asking a beautiful, kind man to make love to me." He's still blushing.
Javert leans closer, tilting R's head back so he can kiss him gently.
Grantaire makes a little 'ahh...' sound, letting Javert maneuver him, kissing back with his eyes half-open.
Javert leaned Grantaire's head back against his chest, kissing him upsidedown. The roma's dark hair made a curtain around their faces.
Grantaire shivers, arching his arms back to stroke Javert's chest greedily.
Javert groaned a little, pulling Grantaire up and against his chest eagerly. He wrapped his arms around the other male, kissing him roughly.
R spins out of the chair, standing in front of the officer. "I'll bet you could almost pick me up..."
Javert's eyes darken with lust and he did pick the other up, forcing him against the wall.
"...ah..." this has been a mild fantasy of R's for a while, and he gropes at both their pants with little success.
Javert vaguely remembered how Valjean got their pants off and proceeded to hold Grantaire higher to get his own clothes off. Soon he was grinding against Grantaire, bare skin pressing against bare skin. "...God..." R grinds furiously, as much as he can in his suspended state. "...it's not rape," he says, gently.
"Not this time." he groaned, nudging his lubricated cock against Grantaire's ass.
"Ngh...when did you...?" he asks, flummoxed. He pushed his hips outward, trying to force Javert in.
Javert smirked, impaling the other slowly, allowing gravity to help him. He keeps one hand on Grantaire's ass, to help keep him up, the other hand on the wall behind them.
"God..." the angle is steeper than he's ever felt, almost driving him over the edge immediately. His ass is clenched to help keep him up.
Javert groans, sliding deeper into the other, fingernails digging into the other's hips to pull him further down
Grantaire obligingly forces himself lower, until Javert is almost painfully deep, and still he cries out for more.
Javert finds himself completely sheathed, barely able to thrust with the weight of Grantaire making it difficult to pull out at all. The tightness was extraordinary and he tipped his head back as he neared orgasm.
Grantaire opens his eyes, watching Javert near climax.
Javert bites his lip, finally thrusting hard a few times before filling R, semen leaking around his cock and dripping to the floor.
Grantaire forces himself even further down, biting back a shriek, before coming himself. He had been pressing his back against the wall, but now his full weight is in Javert's arms.
Javert stumbled forward a bit to lean against the wall, laughing softly, panting for breath. He manages to lift Grantaire a bit, before giving up and carrying the other to the bed, collapsing.
R curls up, all ready to be spooned, panting a little, absolutely delighted.
Javert chuckled, still breathless. "God..." he managed.
"Mmhmm....." R sighs. His stomach growls loudly in the quiet.
Javert smiled. "Breakfast?" he offered.
R nods gratefully. "I can make it, if you'd like."
"Doesn't need to be made. I have bread and cheese, and some tea, or wine if you'd prefer." he stood after a moment.
Grantaire flicks the taller man an odd look when wine is offered.
"Not a whole bottle. A glass." he said, raising an eyebrow.
Grantaire laughs, not sure what the correct response is.
Javert shakes his head. "Tea alright?"
He nods, happy as always not to have to decide. He curls eagerly on the bed, extremely content.
In a few minutes, Javert came back with a few pieces of bread and some cheese, and two cups of tea.
Grantaire gulps his tea, gasping as he burns his tongue.
Javert takes the tea cup so he won't spill, shaking his head. "Not so fast, it just boiled."
Grantaire laughs softly. He doesn't reach for food, instead glancing around the room. His stomach grumbles again.
"What's wrong?" Javert offered him a piece of bread.
"Nothing, why?" he takes the offered bread, forcing himself not to grab and devour it.
"What were you looking for?"
Grantaire looks briefly puzzled, then blushes. "Ah? Oh. Nothing."
"Grantaire, help yourself. The bread's all for you." Javert indicated the plate, sipping his tea.
Grantaire stammers for a bit, before nodding. "Thanks..." he devours his first piece of bread with a bit of cheese, quickly reaching for more.
Javert tossed some pillows against the wall, settling down in them languidly.
R boldly places himself in Javert's lap, leaning against the other's chest (nearly spilling the tea), moving the food within reach.
Javert chuckled, stroking Grantaire's hair gently, steadying the tea.
R coos, tilting his head so his whole hair can be reached. "You're a very good man..." he murmurs around a crust.
"Mm, so are you." he murmured, finishing his tea and pushing the cup aside.
Grantaire scoffs, reaching for his own tea.
"You don't believe me?" Javert kissed the other's neck softly.
The drunkard frowns softly, shaking his head.
"Why not?" he frowned a little.
R raises an eyebrow. "...where did you find me yesterday? And why was I there?"
"I didn't find you myself, actually. And do you think you were there because you're a terrible man, or because no one's given you anywhere else to go?"
Grantaire pushes himself away from Javert, almost falling off the bed in the heat of the moment.
Javert grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him back. "Look at me. Tell me the truth. Do you think you deserve this?"
Grantaire thrashes, hot, angry tears filling his eyes. He tries to break free, but is easily held by Javert, who is of course used to restraining much larger men who actually want to hurt him
"Grantaire..." Javert forced him down and sat on his chest. "Calm down, it's alright."
Pinned, Grantaire hardens a little, at the same time trying even more desperately to escape.
"Grantaire!" he snapped.
The drunkard's eyes widen, and he freezes.
"Whatever you've done in your life," he took the other's chin in his hand so Grantaire had to look at him. "Whatever you've done, you don't deserve to be treated like nothing. You deserve a place to live and food to eat." he bent down, kissing Grantaire's cheek.
Grantaire arches his neck so one cheek is pressed flat to the bed, and he's looking sidelong at Javert. He still doesn't speak.
Javert got off him, pulling R into his lap carefully, not wanting to freak him out or cause him to panic.
"You don't know that." He says, hoarsely.
"Grantaire, I know you well enough. You're a good man." Javert murmured, stroking R's hair.
R shrugs, not wanting to continue the conversation.
Javert shook his head, rolling onto his side to spoon Grantaire.
Grantaire beams at him, an open, honest expression.
"You're cute. Finish your breakfast." he smirked.
Grantaire gives a little salute, reaching over Javert for food.
Javert laughed, nestling into Grantaire' neck as he ate, purring happily.
Grantaire merrily coats the bed in crumbs, making sure at least two thirds of his body are pressed against the other at all times.
Javert growls playfully, biting at the other, smirking.
R laughs, offering him bread. "You might find this more to your taste."
"Mm-mm" he shook his head, grinning as he nibbled the other.
R sets the food aside, rolling onto his back like an attention seeking puppy.
Javert devours the other man, happily. He nibbles down his neck, teasing the other's nipple with his tongue and teeth, continuing down his chest to bite gently at his navel.
"...nnn..." R wraps his arms and legs around Javert.
"Mm, delicious." Javert looked up at R, biting just below the other's bellybutton.
R looks down at him, loosening his grip a little with pleasure.
"I love you." Javert murmured into the other's skin.
A tear runs down the drunkard's face, and he nods. "You, too."
Javert moved up to kiss him gently. "It's okay." he smiled, wiping the tear away. "You can stay here, if you like. For awhile."
Grantaire looks at him, all wide eyes and fear. "...aren't I supposed to be in jail right now? You don't want to keep me."
"You were supposed to be released hours ago, R. And why shouldn't I keep you around? then when I find you wandering around drunk you can come here to sleep it off." he said dryly.
R laughs, even more hoarsely. "...if I were a puppy..." he murmurs, mostly to himself, "I'd be the ugly one no one would buy, that they eventually just drown. Maybe that's best."
"I think you're quite handsome actually." Javert blinked, wrapping Grantaire in his arms.
Grantaire just glares at him.
"You're looking at me like I've done something horrible to you." Javert raised an eyebrow.
"...would you kill me?" he asks, suddenly.
"No." Javert puts his face in his hand, sighing.
"Not you, precisely," he rambles, "not your hand, but...papers could get shuffled. I could be executed. You could do that."
"Grantaire, ..." Javert shakes his head. "I don't want to kill you. I don't want you dead." he reached out and pressed his hand to the other's cheek.
Grantaire flinches from the touch, eyes narrowed. "I have a headache. I need a drink."
"...you can't have any." Javert says coldly.
Grantaire gives an almost-snarl, face matching Javert's voice. "Fine," he says petulantly, "I'm leaving, then." He stands, shakily.
Javert grabs his wrist, twisting it. "No, you're not." he stands, towering over Grantaire.
Grantaire cries out, hardening a little. He jerks his arm. "Let me go!"
Javert pushes him back on the bed. "No. You're staying here until you sober up." he snarled.
Grantaire snarls back, "I am fucking sober! That's the problem!" he struggles against the restraining hand.
Javert sat with the other, keeping an arm over his chest. "Then you're going to stay here until I say you can leave." he growled.
"How dare you, you self-righteous bastard..." he hisses. "Give me a fucking drink, now, or let me go. Throw me back in prison, for all I care."
Javert straddled Grantaire, effectively pinning him. "Would you rather I kill you? Is that how pathetic your life has become? You'd rather die than not be able to slip into a drunken stupor?"
"...yesss..." he sighs, glad someone understands. His face is hot, he's half-erect, and he squirms a little, arms trapped beneath Javert.
Javert slapped him across the face.
Grantaire's eyes widen, his hips bucking a little. He glares at Javert, silent. He had looked relieved when Javert mentioned death, but he now just looks pissed off again.
Javert puts a hand around Grantaire's throat. "And what about the people who'll miss you?" he whispered.
Fully erect now, Grantaire arches his neck up to meet the hand. He watches Javert, wanting him to be the last thing he sees. "...please..." he scoffs. Then, "...please," pleadingly.
Javert tightens his fingers, watching Grantaire's eyes start to unfocus.
Grantaire sighs, giving a breathy, "...merci..." fighting to keep his eyes open.
Tears spilled down Javert's face, and he squeezed tighter, cutting off R's air.
Grantaire's hips buck, and he tries, deliriously, to wipe the tears away, even though his arms are still pinned beneath Javert. His eyes drift shut, blackness eating at the edges of his vision as be nears unconsciousness.
Javert watches the other's eyes close, releasing him after a moment. He was too rattled to check for a pulse, or even listen for breathing. He was gasping, sobbing.
Unconscious, R gives a raspy, slow breath.
Javert stares at him, almost blankly. He stands, covering the other with blankets, then goes to the bathroom to run himself a bath.
Grantaire eventually moves from unconsciousness to true sleep, breathing still raspy through his bruised throat. He sleeps peacefully, sighing happily from time to time as he dreams.
Javert has a long soak, eventually falling asleep in the tub, head leaning against the edge, hair falling over the side to touch the floor.
Grantaire wakes alone, sore but refreshed. It takes him a moment to remember where he is. "...Javert?" he calls, standing, using the wall for support.
The house is quiet except for a faint dripping from the bathroom.
Grantaire follows the sound, peering in at Javert. Satisfied that the man is asleep, he pads to the basic kitchen, looking for liquor.
He finds the cupboards mostly bare, save a little bread and fruit.
Grantaire eats the bread, as spitefully as he can.
He tries the door, not surprised to find the door locked. He considers breaking a window, sinking onto a couch, eating bread messily.
There was some splashing from the bathroom and a groan as Javert woke up in a tub full of cold water.
"Grantaire?" he called softly. He remembered everything suddenly and was terrified he'd killed the other man.
Grantaire jumps at the sound, trying the door again, wanting to be gone before the other emerges.
Javert emerges, dripping and cold. He checks the bed and breathes a sigh of relief. He stands in the doorway, watching Grantaire struggle with the door.
Grantaire spins, almost falling. He looks briefly sheepish, not sure what to say. Although his throat is sore enough that he doesn't feel like talking.
Javert offers him a hand. "Want to go back to bed?" he murmured.
Grantaire takes the hand, gripping it harder than necessary, then nods. He more or less falls into Javert's arms.
Javert wraps Grantaire up in his arms, shivering suddenly as he feels how warm the other is. They huddle under the covers together, Javert resting his head against Grantaire's chest. "...I'm sorry I couldn't..."
Grantaire laughs until he coughs painfully and tears run down his cheeks. "Shhh..." he rasps. "It's alright."
The taller man nodded, kissing the other's chest softly, his fingers stroking Grantaire's back tenderly.
R purrs, even rumblier than usual through his injured throat. "...you have no alcohol," he whispers.
"If I bring it home, it never lasts long." he murmured against Grantaire's nipple, tongue sliding around it.
"Hmmm..." Grantaire says, partly in surprise at Javert's comment, mostly with delight at the sensation. "Don't stop," he croaks.
Javert's teeth gently fasten on the erect nipple, his hands sliding down the other's back slowly, sensually.
"Ah...!" R's hips buck, guiding the hands lower to his ass.
Javert's hands squeeze reflexively to still Grantaire, and he draws the nipple further into his mouth.
R gives a little pleading moan. "...oh, cruel man..." He gropes around, hands trying to touch some part of the Roma.
"What do you want?" Javert murmured, his accent much stronger in his lust. He dug his nails into the other's skin, drawing them upwards.
"...youuu..." he sighs, voice rising with the nails, hands gripping the smooth chest above him.
Javert pulled away momentarily to grab a bottle of oil.
R moans, hips jerking frantically. "Javeeeert..." he says, his voice almost a whine.
Javert pours some into his hand, stroking his erect member a few times to coat it, then sliding a few fingers inside Grantaire.
"...ngh-ah!" he cries, rolling, kneeling with his ass in the air, pressing his opening against the fingers.
Javert groaned, adding the rest of his fingers immediately and sliding them in, still stroking himself.
"...yes!" R screams, "please, now, please, do me, fuck me, make me yours, own me..."
"You are mine." Javert growled, pulling Grantaire down violently so he could slide his cock into the other. "You're mine!"
Grantaire screams wordlessly, incoherent for a few seconds. "Yes...I am..." he gasps, not thinking of the implications of saying this to Javert. He clenched and loosens rhythmically, Javert's weight and position keeping him from moving much.
Javert thrust into him hard, one of his hands on the bed to keep himself up, the other stroking Grantaire's erection in time to his hard thrusts. He angled himself so he was hitting the prostate, his head thudding against it solidly.
Grantaire screams over and over, totally lost in pleasure. His mind is white and green with it.
Javert is screaming with him, fingers tightening around the other's cock as his thrusts get more frenzied and wild.
R is laughing now, wild and chaotic, the sounds helping him last, to stretch out each moment of joy. "...not coming until you do," he grates.
"Nnh... then you'll have to... wait.." Javert gasps out, pushing the other down on the bed hard and riding him into the mattress.
Grantaire, totally pinned, resumes his clenching-and-loosening, not as rhythmically as before.
Javert forces himself deeper, arching his body, every muscle tensing as he nears orgasm.
Coated in sweat, teeth chattering, R has a wonderful sense of being owned, being known. He gives a wild yell of joy, forcing his hips to buck against the weight on them.
As he comes, Javert grabs a handful of Grantaire's hair, pulling. His other hand claws down his lover's back wildly. Javert screams as he fills Grantaire, bucking frenziedly.
Grantaire screams in answer, driven absolutely wild by the pain. He bucks almost hard enough to throw the other off, coming in hot spurts into the bed.
Javert thrusts a few more times, slowing down, before pulling out and rolling onto his back next to Grantaire, panting heavily.
R tightens one final time, trying to keep the precious, hot liquid in, panting and laughing as he burrows into Javert's sweaty side.
Javert grins sleepily, throwing an arm over Grantaire. "Mnnn.." he groans, panting.
"Mnnn..." Grantaire agrees. "...you must have something, somewhere."
"Just go to sleep." he laughed, kissing the other's ear.
R yawns, nodding. "You win...for now..."
Javert smiled, nestling into the other's neck warmly. He sighed, closing his eyes and starting to drift off.
R is asleep in moments, after a brief, moaned flashback.
Javert groaned as he slid into warm, sticky consciousness. He sat up slowly, careful not to nudge the warm body entwined with him too much. He smiled as he watched Grantaire sleep, stroking his hair gently.
R purrs, following the warmth in his sleep.
Javert chuckled, pulling the still sleeping R up into his lap.
"...mm..." still half-asleep, R reaches for a bottle of alcohol--one is never far.
Javert smirks a little, then slides out of bed, dressing quickly. He returns within ten minutes, with a bottle. He pours a few drops onto his fingers, rubbing Grantaire's lips.
"...mm...yeah..." R had drifted off again. He licks his lips, mouth opening for more, eyes still closed.
Javert pours a little more absinthe into his palm, letting the drops trickle down into R's mouth.
R licks the palm, nestling close to Javert. "...better."
Javert chuckled, pulling Grantaire closer and kissing his scruffy cheek.
R opens his eyes, mouth open like a baby bird. "'morning."
"Morning." Javert murmured, dropping the bottle gently in R's lap.
R takes it, looking a little suspicious. "...why?"
"You wanted it, didn't you?"
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"Then drink it."
Grantaire shrugs. He's still suspicious, but isn't going to press the point. He takes a long, contented swig. "...I kind of like drinking it out of your hand," he murmurs.
"I can tell." Javert wrapped his leg around Grantaire, leg brushing the slight erection R was sporting.
Grantaire laughs, shivering with pleasure. He takes another hard swallow, gingerly offering the bottle to his lover.
Javert took the bottle and took a very long drink. He smiled a little, eyes closed as he swallowed. He handed it back to Grantaire.
Grantaire smiles, relaxing a little. "...I'd be worried if you hadn't done that. What about what you said last night?"
He shook his head. "As long as you're alright, it doesn't matter how you get there." he sighed.
"...what does that mean?" He downs another portion.
"It means cheers." he smirks, stealing the bottle for another drink.
"...watching you drink is weird." He presses his mouth to Javert's before he can swallow.
Javert allows Grantaire to steal some of the absinthe from his mouth in a kiss. "Why?" he murmured after they'd both swallowed.
Grantaire beams, obviously proud of his trick. "'cause it's you." He takes another gulp, then a smaller one, holding a little in his mouth.
Javert kisses him to steal a mouthful of absinthe, practically purring.
R grins again. "...this is how you're going to sober me up?"
"No, this is how I'm going to drink with you." he kissed the other man again.
Grantaire gasps into the kiss, giggling a little. "You taste like absinth..."
"So do you." Javert murmured, nibbling the other's lip.
Grantaire sighs softly, lapping at his lover's lip.
Javert gave a deep groan, his cock hardening a little.
R smiles, insinuating his way onto Javert's lap. Feeling the bulge, he wriggles a little, locking his hands behind Javert's neck, swaying a little.
This elicits another groan from the roma, who grinds up into Grantaire. "Nnn.." he arched his neck a little, his own arms circling R's waist.
R leans forward, still grinding, licking at Javert's lips, enticing him to open his mouth.
Javert's mouth opened obediently as he moaned, pressing up against Grantaire eagerly.
Grantaire guides the cock toward his opening, teasing both of them with Javert's head as he licks his tongue across the roof of Javert's mouth.
Javert struggles not to bite down as he cries out softly, putting his hands on Grantaire's hips. ((l) ok (l)))
R moans, "oil...", working the head over and across his opening.
Javert lets himself fall to the bed, reaching over the edge of the bed for the bottle, almost frantically. He finds it and spills quite a bit of it into his hands, reaching between Grantaire's thighs and sliding several fingers inside the other immediately,
"...yeah..." Having seen Javert drink, R briefly entertains the notion that it might be possible to penetrate the other. He laughs. Soon, he's bucking, trying to force himself over Javert's cock, pressing their chests close.
Javert groans, the hands returning to R's hips to help impale his lover. "Oh.."
"Yesss..." R hisses, awkwardly reaching between them to pump his cock to get over the initial pain of being entered. "God, yes."
Javert groans, bending to kiss the other man's chest. For a moment he considers trying to bend further and take R's cock in his mouth, but wasn't quite as flexible as he used to be. He forced the other down on his cock, pushing up against Grantaire.
"Ah..." R keeps one hand on his cock, placing the other on Javert's shoulder. This gives him enough leverage to ride the cock, working himself up and down.
Javert is practically shaking with pleasure, finally collapsing against the bed so R is straddling him, riding him completely. "Ride me... ride me until I come." Javert moaned.
"...yes. Anything." He rides, more forward and back now than up and down, hands on Javert's chest, stroking.
The roma arched his back, writhing beneath Grantaire with pleasure. He stroked R's cock in time to his motions.
R cries out, grabbing the bottle and downing more as he rides.
Javert's vision swims with white and he comes everywhere, screaming. "Oh god!" he bucks under Grantaire.
Grantaire laughs, head thrown back. He barely manages to put the bottle down upright before coming as well, clenching hard.
"Shit.." Javert grabbed the bottle, panting. He tipped it back, draining the last half.
R whimpers, watching the alcohol disappear. "You didn't just get one bottle, did you, old fox?"
He shook his head, smirking. "There's more in the kitchen. I didn't want to have to go out again." he was still panting.
R grins, blowing his lover a kiss, already half way across the room, using an alcohol-and-afterglow induced stagger. "Knew I could count on you."
Javert purrs, warm inside and out from the alcohol and sex. "God..." he sighed.
Grantaire returns in a moment, doing his best sexy walk. He's holding one open bottle of absinth, and whatever else he may have bought. "Now we -really- don't have to go out..."
"Mmmm." Javert held open his arms for his naked drunkard. "My Grantaire."
Grantaire settles in Javert's lap, the bottle in his own. Tilting his head back, he peers at Javert. "...I don't get you."
"I don't get you either.”
"Mm-mm. Me first...but remember. To tell me." He takes another swig. "Let's review: you...did...me in jail, brought me home, yelled at me, almost killed me, fucked me again, and now you're drinking with me."
"That sounds... pretty accurate." Javert gave him a look.
"...you're not doing a very good job of 'keeping me here until I'm sober.' The opposite, in fact."
"I can hardly keep you sober when I want to get drunk myself." Javert smirked a little, stealing the bottle for another long drink.
R raises an eyebrow. "So it's one last fling before you strap me to the bed and wait out the shakes...and sickness...and all that wonderful state?"
"Is that what you want me to do?"
Grantaire's head snaps around to look at the other, looking startled. No one has ever asked him before.
"Do you want to be sober?" Javert continues, stroking Grantaire's hair.
"No." He almost snaps this, voice unusually cold. "Why would I?" He leans into the hand after a moment, eyes closed.
Javert ignores the snapping, just continuing to stroke his lover's hair. "Then you don't have to be. But... I'd rather you be drunk with me here than out in the gutter or in a cell."
Grantaire smiles at him, curling in his lap happily, twined around the bottle. He isn't sure what to say, so he takes a thoughtful sip. He's still a little suspicious. "...why don't you understand me?"
"I don't understand why you ended up in the gutters, that's all." Javert wrapped the other up in his arms, taking a mouthful of absinthe. "You seemed so happy when you were living with us..."
R looks at him, bewildered. "...what?" He drinks again, persuaded that he won't be thrown down and have the alcohol forced from his body right that moment.
"You were a smart kid... apparently we didn't prepare you for Paris." he nuzzled the other's neck, stroking R's chest.
R squirms free a little, turning to face Javert. "...what are you talking about. Are you drunk?"
Javert frowned, raising an eyebrow. "What? You don't remember?"
"Remember what?!" he sounds increasingly frazzled.
"You grew up with me." Javert laughed. "You came to live with our caravan when you were pretty young, but I thought you'd remember me..."
Grantaire shakes his head. "I'm...sorry..." He feels badly for not remembering; he doesn't want to hurt the other's feelings. "...I don't remember much of my childhood," he murmurs apologetically.
"That's alright." Javert chuckled, though he was a little hurt. He didn't think the boy who'd constantly cling to his leg would have forgotten him completely. "What do you remember?"
R closes his eyes, shivering a little. "I...I had a brother..." he laughs. "Maybe you should tell me."
"I... do remember you telling me bits and pieces about your brother. You told us you ran away after he sold you... we took you in until you were a little older, and you decided you wanted to go to Paris. We gave you money and sent you on your way." Javert kissed his ear, dripping some absinthe onto his fingers and rubbing them across R's lips.
R idly licks the fingers, catching them in his mouth and sucking for a moment. "...yes...I was going to be a whipping boy, so I ran away..."
"And you ran into my caravan." he nibbled R's ear gently.
"...yes...I was lost in the woods, and I ran into strange men. They frightened me...they wanted to hurt me. Then...there was a boy...older than me. He protected me, took me with him. Was that you?"
"And his memory returns." he smirked.
Grantaire looks briefly hurt, nuzzling into Javert's chest. "...I don't know why I didn't remember..." he mutters.
"It's alright." he kissed the other's neck. "We both look quite different, don't we?" he dragged his fingers through the other's hair. "I just remember a little boy who always clung to my leg and hid behind me when strangers tried to talk to him."
Grantaire blushes. "...I did not."
"You did." he laughed a little, nuzzling into the other's wild hair. "You were a shy little boy."
Grantaire laughs, downing another large gulp of absinth. "No longer. ...I do remember coming to Paris."
"What happened?" he asked, stealing the bottle away and taking a long drink.
"My clothes and money were stolen, I knew no one, I didn't know how to survive...I had to steal. I got caught, of course, went to jail. Things...happened. And then someone gave me a bottle of brandy." He smiles softly at the memory of that first, golden drink.
Javert swallowed another mouthful of the green drink. "I wish someone had gone with you."
R shrugs.
Javert drained the second bottle, grinning a little. "Mmmm."
R opens the third bottle, quiet and pensive.
"What's wrong?" Javert licked the rim of the bottle.
"There's a reason I don't think about these things."
"Why? It wasn't all bad, R."
"No. But it's over." He takes the bottle, toying with it before taking a drink.
"And it doesn't look like too much has changed." he said harshly.
"What do you mean?"
"You're still being taken advantage of at every turn. Just by strangers this time."
"Yes. I am." He sounds almost proud, voice getting colder.
Javert gives him a look. "Why do you sound proud of that."
"...do you think you're taking advantage of me?" he asks, dodging the question.
"I was, yes." he laid back in the pillows, pulling the absinthe into his lap.
Grantaire laughs. "How do you figure that?" Grantaire straddles him, eyes cold. He grabs Javert's wrists, leaning in close.
Javert arched his neck a little, groaning. "What?" he grinded up against R.
R places an elbow on his throat, still holding the other's wrists with one hand. "Roll over," he hisses.
"Grantaire?" Javert managed, shuddering. He hadn't been dominated since....
"Roll, or take advantage," he growls.
Javert hesitated, flushed, then rolled onto his front. Everything was warm and practically humming with the amount of absinthe he'd consumed.
Grantaire laughs, very differently than normal. "Where are your cuffs?" he asks, voice husky with arousal.
Javert indicated the bedpost with his head. They were hanging there. "There... they're there." he slid his wrists behind his back, mimicking Martin's invisible handcuffs position.
Grantaire grabs them, clicking one around Javert's wrist. The other is locked to the bed.
The inspector arches his back under the drunkard, pressing his ass up against Grantaire. "Please..." he groaned.
R laughs, lifting his hips so only the head of his cock brushes Javert's back. "Now who's taking advantage?" he growls, not getting the point.
"God..." Javert practically growled with pleasure. "Fuck me." he whispered, face flushed with blood.
Grantaire lays across the other's back, reaching for the oil he knows is under the bed.
Javert practically whined. He wanted Grantaire to fuck him NOW.
R laughs, slapping him across the ass, hard. He slathers a little oil over his hands and fingers, tracing the slap mark, fingering the folds of his lover's ass.
"Grantaire, now, please!" he cried, shuddering. "Please please please...!"
R laughs again. He thumbs the soft pucker of Javert's ass, toying.
"Mnnn..." Javert pants. "Va-" he caught himself, biting his lip, burying his face in the pillow to stifle his moans.
R is too busy to notice the mistake. He plunges his thumb into the opening, his other hand quietly lubing his cock.
Javert is bucking his hips for more, all his noises muffled by the pillow. His free hand claws at the sheets.
With his thumb fully inserted, R reaches around, pinching between ass and spine.
"Ahhh!" Javert's cock is aching, dripping pre-cum. "Ves'tacha!" his head is swimming with pleasure, so much that he can't even bring to mind the french language.
"Mm, ma kom..." He says the word, half-remembering it. He slides another two fingers in, still pinching, fingers curled.
"Kele..." he begged, "Kele, ves'tacha!" He arched his whole body, tugging on the handcuffs wildly.
Finally taking pity on the other, he straddles Javert, easing his head against the lubricated hole.
Javert moaned happily, almost past the point of words. "Gestena..." he groaned, grinding his hips up against Grantaire's cock.
He enters Javert in one quick thrust, balls touching the other's cheeks. He balances there for a moment.
The roma screamed with pleasure, his fingernails clawed down the sheets and hands. His hips rose and he clenched around Grantaire's member hard. He tried to pull the other closer and further in with his legs, straining hard. Javert was already close to orgasm.
R laughs, clawing his back a little. He unshackles Javert, letting him move freely. He withdraws until only the curve of his head is keeping him in, holding for a moment...then plunges again,
Javert screams again as if he's being killed, throwing his head back. "For'shava!"
R plunges freely now, making each thrust as deep as he can, hitting prostate each time.
Javert starts to come, tightening around Grantaire again, one of his hands managing to claw at R's thigh and ass. "M'aya tori!"
R cries out, almost coming at the pain; he's not used to being a top. He continues pounding Javert, thrusting and withdrawing as fast as he can.
Javert dug his fingers into anything he could reach, screaming silently as he came, shuddering with pleasure.
The sudden, increased tightness forces Grantaire over the edge. He comes, bucking hard enough to bruise Javert's hips, hands violently grasping and clawing.
Javert's eyes close and he pants beneath his lover. The colours in his head don't fade and he passes out.
R, as soon as he's recovered, notices the change in breathing. He rolls Javert on his side, so he won't choke, arranging him comfortably. He sits, watching him, finishing the bottle and thinking about what just occurred.
Grantaire doesn't pass out or fall asleep. He just thinks, and cries a little.
Javert wakes up a few hours later, groaning. His head is throbbing. "Nnh..."
R, who had been sitting quietly between rounds if sobbing, rolls over, taking the other man's head in his lap. "Poor dear...one moment." He gets up, going to the kitchen. He returns with some brandy mixed with spices. "Drink this. ...maybe you taught of to me, now that I think about it."
Javert let the other cushion his head, drinking the concoction. "It was either me or Martin." he murmured, nestling into R's shoulder. "I haven't been hung over for a long time."
Grantaire laughs. "I can tell."
The inspector smiled up at the other, one eye closed to guard against the light. He kissed R's chin gently. "Your eyes are red... have you been crying?"
R shakes his head. "See, I don't always get taken advantage of," he says, defiantly.
"Mmm, yes I can tell." he rubbed the claw marks running down his ass. He was quite sore. He hadn't been fucked since Valjean.
Satisfied, R pulls the inspector closer.
"You going to sleep?" Javert murmured, comfortable against Grantaire's bare chest.
"No. I just want to watch you."
"Alright." he smiles, sleepily. "I think I might... go back to sleep."
"Mm-hmm," R teases, knowingly. "You do that."
Javert drifts off, arms wrapped around Grantaire's arms, happily keeping himself entwined.
More or less stuck, R watches Javert sleep, smiling softly. He's a little afraid that Javert will be upset when he recovers.
Javert woke up a few hours later, warm and in much less pain than before. He still ached a little from being fucked, but his headache had faded. "Mmm." he nestled into Grantaire's chest, stroking his lover's cheek with a large hand.
Relieved, Grantaire softly strokes his lover's silky hair. "...better?"
He nodded, smiling up at R. "Much." he tugged gently at the other's hair, wanting a kiss.
R leans down, eagerly offering his lips...after taking a moment to tug back against the pull on his hair.
Javert smiled into the kiss, wickedly, pulling the hair even tighter, kissing Grantaire hungrily
"Ahh..." he moans, hardening a little.
Javert turned in the other's lap, pushing him down and straddling him, forcing his head back. He trailed kisses and nibbles all up and down Grantaire's neck.
R squirms with delight, moaning and writhing with delight.
Javert chuckled, trailing his other hand over R's chest to twist and tease his nipple, biting down on his neck.
"Nhhh..." He bucks his hips, moaning.
Javert pinned his hips, releasing his hair. He lowered his mouth to the other's nipple, biting almost hard enough to break the skin.
R screams, hands clenching into fists, feet flailing. "...not...taking advantage," he murmurs through gritted teeth.
"Aren't I?" Javert murmured, licking the dark nipple, biting again. He kept the other from bucking with his hand firmly on his hip, the other hand taking Grantaire's erection
More or less incoherent, R grunts, "...no." He squirms happily, testing Javert's grip.
Javert forces him roughly back against the sheets, starting to stroke R's erection.
"Ah!" he cries, curling up so he can watch his cock being tended to. He bucks as much as he can, trying to match Javert's movements.
Javert releases Grantaire's hip, pinning him by the neck instead. His mouth trickled down his chest to his naval, where he fastened his teeth into the skin roughly, tearing. He continues to pump Grantaire's cock quickly.
Gasping happily for air, Grantaire lifts his knees, tucking his legs out of the way, feet kicking wildly with delight.
Javert kept his fingers tight around R's throat, kissing down through the trail of hair leading to Grantaire's dripping cock. He slowly took the member in his mouth, nibbling at the head, tongue darting over the hole.
Almost ripped apart by the two sensations, R bucks vigorously, trying not to come. Precum is already beading the tip, quickly lapped away by Javert.
Javert groaned a little around his lover's cock, teeth sinking in just under the head, tugging upwards. His free hand slid between the other's legs and coaxed open the little puckered hole, quickly forcing two fingers inside Grantaire, curling them.
R screams, high and rapid. He's so close it hurts, fighting to hold still and breathe.
Javert pressed his fingers to the bundle of nerves inside Grantaire, sucking at the head of his lover's cock. He relaxed his grip on Grantaire's neck a little. Slowly and deliberately, he took the entire length of Grantaire's cock in his mouth.
Mouth falling open in a silent scream, R arches into the hand, putting more pressure on his throat. Bucking as hard as he can, tucking his hips to force the fingers as hard and deep as he can. Unable to last any longer, he comes, face going red, screaming hoarsely.
Javert swallows the other's semen, lapping up any drops that spilled out of his mouth. He removed his fingers from the other, looking down at his panting lover affectionately. "Mmm." he chuckled. "Delicious."
Nearly paralyzed, R can only blink and pant, ass still clenching at the fingers convulsively, making him squirm.
Javert bent down to kiss the other, letting some of R's cum drip into his mouth.
R laughs quietly and hoarsely, licking up his own seed delicately. "...wow..." he gasps.
"Good?" he murmured, laying next to R happily.
"...yessss..." he cuddles, nearly purring with bliss. "Goood, yes."
Javert chuckled, kissing the other's cheek. "Good."
"...so it wasn't taking advantage," he says firmly, eyes hesitant.
"Which time?" he smiled.
"Any," he says stubbornly. "Not like when I did you," he grins.
"I don't think so... it might have been in jail, but... you've forgiven me." Javert kissed the other's temple. "And I do care for you."
"Clearly," he laughs. "You're putting up with me, letting me stay with you...fucking me soooo good."
"Mmmhm." Javert grinned, nibbling the other's ear. "Now, what should we have for breakfast? I've already eaten, but..." he grinned mischievously.
"...eaten? Ahhh..." he groans, bucking a little. "Surprise me," he grins. "Besides, I still can't move. I'm at your mercy."
"I know it's supposed to be breakfast, but it's almost two... how about chicken?"
R gets a hungry, foxish grin. Trying to control his reaction, he says, "...that sounds nice."
Javert leaves the bed, kissing Grantaire one last time. After a little while, R can smell the chicken cooking.
When he's recovered enough to move, R rolls off the bed, padding into the kitchen. After a moment watching the novel sight of Javert cooking, he sneaks up behind his lover, wrapping his arms around him. "Smells good."
Javert practically purrs, putting his free hand on R's hip. "Mm, well living alone is good incentive to learn how to cook well."
Resting his head on the other's shoulder, having to stretch a little, he murmurs, "You don't have to be alone any more..."
Javert bites his lip a little, trying not to let Grantaire see how much he's needed someone to say that. He focuses on the meal.
R cuddles against him, following his movements around the kitchen like a garment.
Javert chuckles after awhile. "It seems I've gotten myself a fine new coat." he teases, turning to kiss R's shoulder.
"I would hardly call it fine. It's hardly new. Warm, I suppose."
"I'd call it fine." he chuckled. "Warm and clean." he nuzzles into Grantaire's hair.
"...clean. Indeed..." he murmurs, grinning happily at Javert.
Javert got out two plates for them, handing them to Grantaire. "Get some silverware for us too. In that drawer." he pointed. He finished up the chicken and toasted some bread to have with it.
R happily does as he's told, setting a table for possibly the first time in his life. He flutters around, not sure what to do.
Javert watches the other, smiling. He puts the food on the table, pulling Grantaire down to sit with him when he realizes the other isn't done fluttering around.
R sits, muttering something that could be grace.
Javert looked surprised. "I didn't know you said grace."
R blinks. "Is that what it is? I'm not even sure what it means anymore, it's just something I've always done." He looks a little embarrassed. He has a sudden, violent memory--his brother hitting him repeatedly after catching him eating without having said grace.
Javert nods. "You can say it aloud if you like.. I know it's hard to do that in cafes and such."
Shaking a little from the force of the memory, he shrugs. "It doesn't really mean anything to me, not anymore."
Javert put a hand on the other's arm gently. "You alright?"
"...fine..." he looks a little bewildered. "I didn't even realize I did it. But...I have to..." he murmurs, not sure how to explain.
Javert nodded, understandingly. He'd done it before too, when he was little.
R devours his food so quickly his stomach aches a little. He gently pushes his plate away, grinning at Javert. "That was..." he searches for a word.
"Chicken?" he suggested, teasingly, finishing his own a few minutes after the younger man.
R laughs, finding this extremely funny. "...yes. Definitely chicken." He snatches Javert's plate before the other can move, heating water for washing up.
Javert smiles a little. "Thank you, kom."
"Of course. ...thank you. I've thought that word a few times, but I didn't remember what it meant."
"It means love." he murmured, going to kiss Grantaire's cheek.
"I know," he whispers, "thanks to you." The kettle whistles, and he pours some of the water into a basin, setting the dishes in. "Tea?"
"Please." he pulled out some tea and the teapot to help Grantaire along, since the other still didn't know his way around the kitchen
"My pisliskurja..." He pours water from the kettle into the teapot, adding a teabag and setting it aside to steep.
"You're remembering more and more." Javert sounded pleased.
"You remember what we used to call you?"
"Yes, I suppose I am..." he murmurs, washing. Even more quietly, he mutters, "...but do I want to?"
He shakes his head.
"Chavvie." he kissed the other, wrapping his arms loosely about Grantaire's waist.
R laughs. "I'm not anymore. Well, compared to you, maybe." He grins, glancing at Javert to make sure he's not irritated by the teasing. He dries the dishes, turning in Javert's arms when he's done so he can face the other.
Javert smirks down at him, kissing him. "Well you always were a little boy compared to me."
"Hmph." R mock-sulks, grinding playfully against Javert.
Javert groaned a little, grinding back, his hands around the other's waist.
Grinning at the effect he's having on the other, R grins, pressing his lower body closer, leaning his upper body teasingly away.
Javert grabs him and turns, pressing him against the counter and grinding hard against him.
"Ah!" R groans, very erect from being man-handled.
Javert growled playfully, biting the other's neck. "My love."
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