So I wrote something for Courferre Week!! I had a little trouble with this prompt but I have been informed by @regret-bot that this doesn’t suck so I decided to post it.
These stupid parties were all the same- every single one of them. There was always too much alcohol, the music was always too loud, and there were always way too many people.
But Combeferre always came anyway. He came for one reason, and one reason only- and that reason was currently walking around trying to talk to every person at the stupid party.
Combeferre watched from the small snack table as Courfeyrac made his way to every small group in the room, a huge smile on his face the whole time. His curls bounced as he spoke and moved from group to group. His hands were constantly moving, whether he was gesturing while he spoke or just tapping his fingers against the cup in his hand.
Everything about him entranced Combeferre. How could one person have so much energy? Or know how to interact with so many different people so well?
Combeferre leaned back against the wall and lifted his own cup to his lips. He hadn’t moved from the table since about 30 seconds after they arrived (and Courfeyrac had ditched him for a blond in a red t-shirt with a small “ooh he’s in one of my classes,”) which really explained his questions about Courf’s personality pretty well in his opinion.
His eyes followed his lifelong best friend around the room for a few more seconds until Courf’s gaze zipped back to Combeferre and his smile grew. Courf turned back to who ever he was talking to now and Combeferre felt his cheeks heat up a little.
Suddenly a figure with dark, unruly hair covered by an olive green beanie leaned back against the wall next to the table and yelled over the music, “The food table is usually my place during parties!”
“Well it looks like you have company this time!” Combeferre shot back. The man looked him up and down once before a smirk pulled at his lips.
“Ok then,” he said, just loud enough for Combeferre to hear. “Bowtie guys, huh?”
The second part was shouted and definitely meant for Combeferre to catch. His cheeks flushed and he looked down at the half empty cup in his hands.
What was it with Courf and bowties? How did he have the confidence to even attempt that? Combeferre was sure it had to do with the fact that he knew he could pull it off, but with Courfeyrac you never know.
“What about bowtie guy?” Combeferre said as he looked up, only to find the man looking away from him. He followed his gaze and found the blond Courf was talking to earlier folded into a corner looking very uncomfortable. “What about bowtie guy?!?” Combeferre said again, this time loud enough to grab the guy’s attention again. His eyes jerked to meet Combeferre’s again, then back to Courf.
“Social, confident, out-going-”
“Out-going pretty much means social or confident depending on the context when you think about it.”
“-And really who can pull off a bowtie like that how did he even realize he could do that?” The man had carried on as if Combeferre hadn’t interrupted him, so Combeferre missed most of what he said.
His eyes shifted back to Combeferre and gave him another once over before he continued. “And- no offense, I’m doing the same thing- you’re the guy who’s been at the food table all night.”
Combeferre didn’t ask how he knew he’d been there all night. The guy was probably waiting for him to leave so he could stand by the food all night and had just given up on him to move.
“Yeah,” Combeferre replied and lifted his cup back to his lips. He had had more to drink while the other man was talking to him than he had all night.
“And you’re in love with him.” It was a statement or an observation more than it was a question, which didn’t surprise Combeferre. The only thing that surprised Combeferre about the situation was that Courfeyrac hadn’t noticed Combeferre was in love with him.
“Yup.” Combeferre said quickly and brought his glass to his mouth yet again. He really needed to put the drink somewhere far away, he was taking sips just to be dramatic at this point. He knew it and he was surprised by it- drama was Courf’s thing.
“You’re eyes are a little too honest,” the man told him. “Not even that you were looking at him, it was the look in your eyes.”
Combeferre nodded in understanding. It made sense, but it could have been the best-friends-for-as-long-as-we-can-remember look, but he knew it wasn’t. That was just a good excuse for when people brought it up.
“Your eyes may be a little too honest as well,” Combeferre informed him. When the man quirked an eyebrow and gave him an odd look he jerked his head in the direction of the blond in the corner. “Blondie.” He elaborated and the man’s face flushed before he looked down at his shoes.
Combeferre opened his mouth to say more but stopped when he felt an arm loop around his own.
“Hey Ferre,” Courfeyrac said with the same smile he’d been wearing all night. “Hello.” He added, this one directed toward the man standing in front of him.
“Hey,” he said before walking off. Combeferre didn’t pay any attention to where he was going because Courfeyrac was talking again.
“Come on, Combeferre, you’re not having fun. Let’s go,” he was saying and he started to pull Combeferre toward the door.
“What? No, Courf we can-” But Courfeyrac had already pulled him out the door. “Wait, was another guy creeping on you again beca-”
“No, that’s not it. I just know you don’t like to say at these things too long and that if you stood by the food all night one more time you might kill me,” Courf said, slowing down a bit to walk next to Combeferre. Once he was walking next to him he looped their arms together again.
“You’re just very social and I’m not,” Combeferre said. “We’re just opposites that way.”
“Yeah, and every other personality trait,” Courf said with a small scoff. “Remember how everyone said we would end up hating each other later in life because we were so different?”
“Yup, I remember. I guess opposites really do attract,” he said. “Just like magnets.”
“Oh, don’t get all sciencey- nerdy on me Ferre,” Courf said with a laugh. Combeferre looked down at his friend and saw his smile and just wanted to melt. “But if we were magnets, I would be the positive and you would be the negative,” he finished a matter of factly.
“And why am I the negative?”
“Well, it’s not necessarily you being the negative as much as me sure as hell being the positive,” Courf answered.
“Can’t argue with that, can I?”
“Nope,” Courf said with a smile and a firm nod.
“You’re ridiculous,” Combeferre said through a fit of giggles.
“Shut up,” Courf told him and dropped his arm. Combeferre missed the warmth from Courf’s arm immediately, but was distracted from that when he felt Courf’s fingers twist into his. He felt his cheeks heat up and looked down at Courf, only to find Courf looking very unsure of himself.
“Ummm, if this isn’t-” Courf started and began to loosen his fingers. Combeferre wasted no time tightening his own grip.
“No, this is fine,” he said. Courf’s face slowly broke into a small smile. They walked like that for a few seconds before Courf slowed to a stop.
“So if this is okay,” he said and jerked their hands up a little. “Is this okay?” He slowly raised himself onto his tiptoes and lightly pressed his lips onto Combeferre’s cheek.
He pulled away a second later and sank down to his usual height and looked up for Combeferre’s reaction.
“Yeah, that’s okay too.”
“And this?” Courf asked before getting on his tiptoes again, but this time he planted his lips on Combeferre’s rather than on his cheek. He pulled away a few seconds later, much to Combeferre’s disappointment. He instantly missed the feeling of Courfeyrac’s lips against his.
“Yeah, that’s good too,” he said quietly.
Courf beamed up at Combeferre before wrapping his arms around the taller man’s neck and pulling him down to his height. He smiled again before pressing their lips together again.
And I do apologize for the obviously implied Enjoltaire in the background since it is Courferre week, but I want to try to write some ExR after this week is over and wanted to get something started with the characters.