#darkerthanyouknew

The newspaper over his face concealed whether or not he was actually sleeping, but with the circumstances as they were, the ambient noise was enough to keep any living creature awake.  “Sleep on the floor,” Babet grumbled.  Removing the paper from over his face, he rolled on to his side, hoping to let exhaustion overcome the noise.  

After completing the last appointment early at the office, the dentist cleaned up and headed back to the Minette’s lair.  Usually at this time of day, only a few of the actual members were in the lair and they were normally asleep so when he walked in, the last thing he expected to see was Jehan’s naked form on the couch.  Babet stood there for a moment simply watching the other pleasure himself before coughing to make his presence known.

Babet barely glanced up from the medical books on the table, his eyes scanning the pages as he spoke, “Oh? And what exactly are you trying to be then, Jehan?”  He turned the page as a punctuation to his question.

Having Jehan as a cellmate had its benefits, but one of the downsides was that the man noticed everything, every little change in Babet’s demeanor.  Just as well, hiding an erection in a prison uniform wasn’t entirely easy.  “Don’t you call me that, Jehan,” he said in an attempt to distract from his obvious arousal.

The hair was a give away.  The dentist stumbled over to the man, believing he was a cop who had arrested him years ago and then beat him for no reason, placing a hand on his shoulder to turn him around and quickly punched him in the stomach, “You motherfucker…you’re goin’ to pay for what you did to me.”

Out at the rally today ^_^

It was a ridiculous distance to travel short notice and Jean made a mental note to never. Do it. Again. America to France was fucking brutal. Especially when the whole journey was accompanied by the stress of seeing Jehan face to face for the first time. Skyping didn't count. He was almost entirely sure this was a terrible idea and he actually spent a couple of days after his flight in his hotel room trying to convince himself to leave for reasons other than food and sightseeing. Still, though, he was actually quite excited which only served to make him feel stupid. Who flies across the world to surprise someone? Well, he'll be fucking surprised, that's for sure. It was three days before he finally continued his journey to Jehan's home and he couldn't keep his nerves entirely under control. Their conversations hadn't been thrilling over the last week, even less now because he'd been having to lie about almost everything he'd been doing the last few days and had downright refused to video chat him the whole time. The walls of his room were PINK. He wasn't explaining that. Other than their small, recent problems, Jean hadn't felt quite as close to anyone as he did to Jehan, a nickname he was still grateful for because what were the chances they were both called Jean? One brief snit about how Jean wasn't spontaneous or romantic or some rubbish like that wasn't enough to derail their... Relationship, he supposed. It felt like a relationship despite never meeting. And he was pretty sure after this stunt he wouldn't have to worry about that for a long time. He double checked his phone to make sure he had the right address (it's only cyber stalking if the other person doesn't WANT you to know where they live, otherwise it's just research and ok, yeah, maybe it was a little creepy but they had been dancing around plans to meet long enough that he thinks he can get away with it) before making his way up to the house and rapping on the door.

"It's not! What reason do I have to lie to you, to anyone, I'm not...if anything it's a little white lie here and there." Courfeyrac protested, shaking his head and just looking at him, brow furrowing as he fought for what to say, looking down again. "I don't try to lie, or hide anything, I don't, I'm sorry that you feel that way."