Alright, folks, my self-indulgent insecure Ace!Enjolras eXR fic I wrote to make myself feel better is here. Some NSFW talk, but mostly just awkward communications.
“No,” Enjolras said flatly, not even looking up from his essay.
“Come on,” Courfeyrac whinned. “You’re attracted to him, he’s attracted to you. A date won’t hurt.”
“Yes it will,” he snapped. “Because it’s two /different/ attractions. How many times do we have to go over this?”
“How do you know? Come on. Just have dinner with him. It’s not like he’s going to ask to bone you right away.”
“Courf,” Enjolras warned, looking slightly disgusted.
“Fine, right, sorry.” Courfeyrac said as he flopped on the couch. “But you get my point!”
“And you /don’t/ get mine. It’s not about one date. It’s about the fact that I’d be leading him on.”
Courfeyrac got back up, took Enjolras’ face in his hands and forced him to look at him. “Listen. Are you listening? Unless you open with ‘Hey, we’re tots gonna have sex later’ you’re not leading him on.”
“If we continue on dates, he’ll expect it.”
“Then bring it up! I don’t understand why you’ve always been so skittish about this topic.”
Enjolras sighed. “This is Grantaire we’re talking about. You know what he’s like. He’ll want it at some point, and I /can’t/. Maybe it it was a stranger and I could cut them off if I had to…but he’s part of the group…”
Courfeyrac looked ready to bash his head against a wall. “He went two years thinking you /hated/ him. If it doesn’t work out, I’m pretty sure he’ll get over it.”
“Nothing with Granatire is easy,” Courfeyrac pointed out. “Not when it comes to things like that.”
Enjolras glanced at the clock and groaned. “I have to finish this essay. If I promise to have a coffee date, will you /please/ leave me alone?”
Courfeyrac’s face lit up. “Deal!”