
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/741532.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Les_Misérables_-_All_Media_Types, Les_Misérables_(2012), Les_Misérables_-
      Schönberg/Boublil, Les_Misérables_-_Victor_Hugo
  Relationship:
      Enjolras/Grantaire, Joly/Bossuet_Laigle
  Character:
      Enjolras_(Les_Misérables), Grantaire_(Les_Misérables), Combeferre_(Les
      Misérables), Jean_"Jehan"_Prouvaire, Courfeyrac_(Les_Misérables), Joly_
      (Les_Misérables), Bossuet_Laigle, Feuilly_(Les_Misérables), Bahorel_(Les
      Misérables)
  Additional Tags:
      Blow_Jobs, Hand_Jobs, Swimming, Snowballing, Alternate_Universe_-_High
      School
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-03-30 Words: 820
****** À La Cascade ******
by ApacheTracker
Summary
     PWP. In which Les Amis visit a swimming hole and Grantaire is a
     cheeky fucker.
Notes
     Good lord, this is the first fic I've posted in about three years and
     its probably terrible but porn is porn. Enjoy, mes amis :)
     Also, René and Julien are my headcanon given names for R and E,
     respectively, but I definitely stole them from someone and if any of
     your could refresh me as to who originally came up with that, that
     would be very much appreciated <3
"Just jump in, already!" Bahorel barked from the centre of the swimming hole.
While Bossuet had the excuse of working sunscreen into his skin, Joly stood at
the bank, fully clothed, waving a likely irrelevant pamphlet around.
"I'm telling you, it isn't safe! Between leeches and waterborne bacteria, not
to mention the candirù!" Joly cried, only for Bossuet to come up behind him and
smooth his hands around him under his shirt.
"Sounds exotic," Bossuet purred.
"And rightly so, they're Brazillian fish that swim up one's urethral opening."
Bossuet froze and retracted his arms, "Maybe it isn't such a great day for
swimming,"
At that, the two decided to lay on the embankment while their friends frolicked
in the lake. Bahorel ceased to harass them, only to climb on Feuilly's
shoulders and challenge Courfeyrac and Jehan to a wrestling match with
Combeferre refereeing. At first, Grantaire was happy to cheer on Team Feuilly,
but as the match progressed, he subtly switched to Team Jehan, and by the next
round, Grantaire had subtly drifted from the spectacle entirely.
Meanwhile, Enjolras found himself floating peacefully on his back. The sun
shone on his fair skin, glinting off his golden curls that had already begun to
dry. He could sense himself nearing the waterfall but neglected to do anything
about it, confident that a little water wouldn't kill him.
Not if Grantaire did first.
Suddenly, Enjolras felt his mouth and nose fill with water before he finally
rose to the surface. He coughed and spluttered, splashing furiously at the
sight of Grantaire, cackling at his misery. Enjolras reached Grantaire, and
pushed him through the waterfall, following him to slap and pound pettily at
his bare chest.
Grantaire chuckled and held Enjolras' wrists out in front of them, receiving a
fiery glare, softened by a childish pout.
Only then did Grantaire notice the sudden humidity. Whether it was from the
waterfall around them or the slender thing in front of him, Grantaire couldnt
tell. Enjolras lowered his fists and his guard.
Enjolras' arms felt heavy and awkward as he willed them to stay anywhere other
than Grantaire's bare hips. The only other place for them, as far as Enjolras
could see, was to brush away the usually bouncy locks from his face. Grantaire,
however, beat him to it, clearing away wet strands and tucking them behind
Enjolras' ears. Enjolras then reached back, tying his long wet curls into a
makeshift ponytail before hesitantly placing his long, pale fingers on
Grantaire's waist, searching his eyes for approval.
Grantaire's entire body shook, as he grasped the blonde's forearms, pulling him
closer slowly but firmly. He pressed their foreheads together, staring at a
water droplet in the centre of Enjolras' bottom lip.
As the brunette brought one hand up to cup Enjolras' jaw, the young blonde
found his hands slipping down to press flat on Grantaire's lower abdomen.
Grantaire held his chin between his thumb and forefinger, tipping Enjolras'
lips up slightly to meet his.
Enjolras' eyelids fell, as did Grantaire. Soon, the older boy was supported
only by Enjolras' pressing need and the grotto wall behind him.
Their lips were red and slick as their tongues brushed together. Enjolras dug
his fingers into Grantaire's curls, pulling back to gain leverage before
licking hungrily at his mouth. Grantaire slid their thighs together, moaning
into the kiss as he rutted his cock against Enjolras's thigh.
Grantaire reluctantly broke the kiss to attach his lips to Enjolras' neck,
sucking and biting to leave marks that the younger boy hated to love. Grantaire
laved at his skin toward his left nipple, lapping up droplets and bringing his
hand up to palm Enjolras from beneath the water's surface. Enjolras gasped at
the touch and pulled Grantaire's face closer to his chest.
Grantaire continued rubbing Enjolras as the latter's breathing grew harsh and
laboured. Grantaire began to suck at Enjolras' prominent hipbones, wrapping his
calloused hand around his cock, pumping determinedly.
Enjolras involuntarily held his breath as high, staccato moans slipped past his
lips and straight to Grantaire's prick. He gripped and dug his fingernails into
Grantaire's shoulders as his hips jerked and stuttered and he came in
Grantaire's hand.
"Ren.. René.."
Enjolras fell to his knees in orgasmic bliss. After catching his breath, he
lazily led Grantaire to a shallower end of the grotto until Grantaire's hips
were above water, and pulled out Grantaire's dick. He licked at it lazily,
kissing and swirling his tongue around the head.
He ran the flat of his tongue firmly along the underside and gently bobbed his
head at the top.
Eventually, Enjolras built a steady pace, bobbing and sucking until Grantaire's
come splattered across his tongue
Once Grantaire joined Enjolras in the water, he was pulled into a slow, tender
kiss as Enjolras pushed his own come into his mouth. Grantaire sucked Enjolras'
tongue and all he could taste was himself and his Julien.
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