i hate my friends. this is for tveiits & courf (who for some reason i cant tag why tumblr why)
“Jehan your fucking foot’s in my face” “I’m sorry! I’ll move-“ “Shit get your fuckin’ elbow outta my ribs” “I’m sorry!!”
“What the fuck is going on?”
Three faces looked across to the bedroom doorway at Feuilly who was stood holding four steaming mugs of coffee and watching the pile of bodies with amusement.
“Can’t leave you lot alone for a minute, can I?” He grinned, walking over and placing the drinks carefully on the bed side table closest to Jehan’s wriggling feet. Bahorel grinned and pushed the poet onto Grantaire as he sat up, stretching thick arms above his head.
“Whatever made you think y’could?” He asked with a grin, grabbing one of the coffees and downing a portion. He choked and grimaced, sticking a tongue out. “Holy shit” “It’s fucking hot” Feuilly sighed, dropping onto the bed and running a hand through Grantaire’s dark curls. “Who sees steam comin’ out of a mug and thinks ‘I know what’s a good idea, downing the thing!’” “Bahorel apparently” Grantaire murmured from his place in Feuilly’s lap, nuzzling his leg contentedly. Bahorel scowled and kicked his leg, causing Grantaire to laugh quietly into Feuilly’s thigh. With a grumble, Bahorel pulled Jehan into his lap and kissed the poet’s head.
“Jehan you’re my new best friend, alright?” He grumbled as Jehan preened in his lap and nodded.
“Wonderful! Does that mean you’ll finally real The Odyssey?” Grantaire snorted and Feuilly smiled as Bahorel paled.
“Fuck, I take it back, R we’re still besties alright?” Feuilly laughed as Jehan pouted and stole Bahorel’s mug, taking a small sip after a gentle blow
“One day I’ll get you all to read it” They huffed, turning their face away from Bahorel’s as he moved to kiss their cheek. “I don’t want your kisses anymore, you heathen” They pouted, moving across to lean against the large headboard.
“I’m sorry, please come back!” Bahorel pouted as Grantaire rose and slid over to the edge of the bed, nabbing a coffee and taking a sip. He mumbled quietly about liquid heaven as Bahorel continued to try and win back Jehan’s affections. Sitting up, Grantaire passed Feuilly the remaining mug and grinned.
“I reckon we’d best go before they start pillow fighting or some shit” He said, causing Feuilly to grin and shrug.
“I dunno, I’d kind of like to see it” He laughed, standing despite his assertion. Drinks in hand they left the room only to return later to find pillows everywhere, one knocked over mug on the floor and two sleeping amis curled up together at the foot of the bed.
