Enjolras/Grantaire, rated T, ~1000 words
inspired by this super cute fanart by caroll-in
Grantaire frowned at his reflection, poking at his belly. He’d never been slender, but it had definitely been too long since he’d last met Bahorel at the gym. He just hadn’t had the time, then he’d been too lazy, then Christmas had rolled around. Maybe he should have at least cut back on the beer.
He sighed and pulled at the hem of his shirt, but that didn’t make it much better, because it felt a size too small and kept riding up. He tugged at it again, this time accompanied by an angry huff.
Before he could work himself up even more, he was distracted by the sheets rustling and Enjolras letting out a displeased noise.
Grantaire turned around to find Enjolras sitting in the middle of their bed, still gloriously naked, his hair a complete and utter mess, and sticking out his bottom lip. “What are you doing?”
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