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Grantaire was in the kitchen, his hands resting lazily on the edge of the sink. He had long since finished the dishes, but couldn’t seem to bring himself to move. There was no telling how long he had been standing there.
Combeferre sat at the table nearby, typing away at his laptop, a look of passive focus on his face.
Enjolras was lying on the couch, a book in his hands. His eyes were half-lidded as he stared at the pages.
The soft drum of rain on the apartment windows was the only thing filling the silence.
It was the sound of the rain that eventually broke Grantaire out of his trance. He sighed and let his gaze wander to Enjolras on the couch.
He watched him for a moment before he spoke, his voice a bit raspy from disuse.
"Are you even reading?"
Enjolras jumped so hard he nearly dropped his book. Combeferre knocked over the drink next to him.
Grantaire couldn't help but snicker at the pair of startled reactions he had earned. His lips curled into a smug grin, his gaze flickering between Enjolras and Combeferre.
"That's a no, then," he teased, his voice a bit more lively now.
“Fuck you,” Enjolras chuckled, looking at Grantaire over his shoulder as he set his book on the coffee table.
"Love you too, Apollo," Grantaire let out another laugh, pushing himself off the counter and fishing a towel out of a nearby drawer.
“Heads up,” he tossed the towel over to Combeferre as he walked by the table. Then, he unceremoniously flopped down on the couch beside Enjolras, his legs sprawled out carelessly. Immediately, he moved to rest his head against Enjolras' shoulder.
Combeferre chuckled as he closed his laptop and strode over to sit down on Grantaire’s other side.
And then it was silent again.
Just the sound of the rain on the windows.
Grantaire shifted so that his head was resting on Combeferre's lap instead, his legs still sprawled out over the edge of the couch. He was still a bit restless, and his hand began fiddling idly with the hem of Enjolras' shirt, his fingers rubbing back and forth over the fabric.
The silence was almost too deafening for his liking, so he piped up.
"It's raining," he pointed out lamely.
“Wow,” Enjolras responded flatly, curling up against Grantaire’s chest.
“Oh, I thought it was snow,” Combeferre responded equally as flatly.
"You're both idiots," Grantaire muttered affectionately, his arms snaking around Enjolras to pull him closer. His grip was a bit possessive, as if he were afraid that the blond would leave otherwise.
He was quiet for a moment before his smirk returned, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
"You know what we should do, since we're all so miserably bored?"
“Sleep?” Offered Enjolras, hopefully, eyes already closed where his head lay on Grantaire’s chest.
Grantaire snorted at Enjolras' answer, his fingers beginning to play with the blond locks absently, twirling them around his fingers.
"You're always sleepy, Apollo," He teased, shifting slightly to get more comfortable - without jostling Enjolras too much, of course.
"No, I had an... alternative activity in mind," his tone was suggestive, and he looked over at Combeferre with an amused smile.
“I don’t really want sex tonight,” Enjolras said, at the same time as Combeferre shrugged. “I’m not really in the mood.”
“My brain has been locked on the study behind neurotransmitters all day. I’m not in the right mindset,” Combeferre sighed.
Grantaire let out a dramatic groan, pouting childishly at the two.
"Both of you are no fun," he huffed, his arms tightening around Enjolras. He wasn't actually all that bothered by their rejections. He just enjoyed the banter.
He was quiet for a moment before he spoke again.
"I'm bored," he whined, his hand resuming its idle twirling of Enjolras' hair. "Entertain me."
“Why could nobody find Mozart’s mentor? Because he was Haydn,” Enjolras said, in a completely monotonous tone. “Hahahahaha.”
Grantaire groaned at the pun, burying his face into Enjolras' hair.
"That one was awful," he grumbled, but the corner of his mouth was tugging up into a smile, betraying his amusement. He couldn't resist any of Enjolras' terrible puns.
"You're the worst, you know that?" He teased, affectionately flicking the blond in the ear.
“I hope you’re entertained,” Enjolras smirked sleepily.
Grantaire let out a huff of mock-annoyance, lightly tugging on a strand of Enjolras' hair in retaliation. He couldn't help but chuckle, though.
"You're insufferable," he murmured affectionately, pressing a kiss to the top of Enjolras' head.
He then looked over at Combeferre, a gleam in his eyes. "And you, ‘Ferre? No science puns from you?"
Combeferre rolled his eyes at the question, but a smile was tugging at his lips.
"Alright, fine," he relented, leaning back on the couch. A thoughtful expression overtook his face for a moment before he spoke again.
"Why was the math book sad?"
“That one’s math, not science,” Enjolras protested.
"Shut up, it's close enough." Grantaire retorted, swatting at Enjolras playfully. He turned his attention back to Combeferre.
Combeferre chuckled at Grantaire's impatience.
"Why was the math book sad? Because it had too many problems," he said, the corners of his lips twitching upwards as he tried to hold back a smirk.
“Real,” Enjolras called out, his voice muffled, as he had buried his face into Grantaire’s stomach.
Grantaire burst out laughing at Enjolras' comment, his shoulders shaking with mirth. He couldn't help but find it adorable that the blond was still stubbornly listening in, even though he was trying to hide it.
"You're supposed to be asleep, Apollo," he teased, continuing to play with his hair.
“Oh, right. Honk shmi mi mi or something.” Enjolras monotoned.
"That is the most god-awful attempt at snoring I've ever heard." Grantaire snickered, shaking his head in amusement. He knew Enjolras was being purposely obnoxious, but he also found it endearing.
He lightly flicked the blond on the back of the head, a smirk on his face. "You're lucky I love you, you pain in the ass."
Enjolras’ smirk could barely be seen around Grantaire’s shirt.
They fell into silence once again.
The silence was comfortable, though. Grantaire found himself staring up at the ceiling as he continued to absently play with Enjolras' hair. The rhythm of the rain hitting the windows was almost hypnotizing.
He shifted slightly, his grip on Enjolras tightening ever so slightly. As much as he loved bantering with his boyfriends, he secretly enjoyed these moments of quiet intimacy.
After a few moments, he broke the silence with a random thought.
"I'm craving cheesecake."
“We should make some,” Enjolras said from Grantaire’s lap.
“We don’t have eggs,” Combeferre replied.
“Why the hell don’t we have eggs?”
“Egg prices.”
“You just forgot to get them, didn’t you?”
“Yeah.”
Both of them sighed.
Grantaire couldn't help but snort at the exchange, shaking his head at their forgetfulness.
"Typical," he huffed, running his fingers through Enjolras' hair once more before reluctantly untangling himself from the blond. "Well, so much for cheesecake then."
He stretched his arms above his head, groaning softly as his muscles protested at the motion. He had been in the same position for a while.
“I don’t like you,” Enjolras announced, unmoved from the position Grantaire’s leaving had put him in. “‘Ferre, be my pillow instead.”
Grantaire rolled his eyes at the demand, not taking Enjolras' complaint seriously for a second. He knew the blond was just being melodramatic.
"You'll live, you big baby," he retorted, poking the blond in the side playfully.
Meanwhile, Combeferre chuckled and shifted over to lie down, opening his arms in invitation.
Enjolras immediately lunged for Combeferre and buried himself in his arms.
Combeferre caught Enjolras with practiced ease, his arms wrapping around the blond and pulling him close. He snickered at his eagerness, a fond smile on his face.
"You're like a koala sometimes," He teased, pressing a kiss to Enjolras' forehead.
“Yup,” Enjolras said, face already buried into Combeferre’s neck.
Combeferre glanced up at Grantaire. “What are you doing?”
Grantaire was idly pacing back and forth, his fingers tapping against his thigh as if he were deep in thought. At the question, he looked up, caught off guard.
"Thinking," he answered vaguely, stopping in his tracks. He shifted his weight to one foot, his gaze flickering between Combeferre and Enjolras, who was curled up in his arms.
"Trying to ignore the fact I'm craving cheesecake."
“We could just go get more eggs from the store,” Enjolras suggested, not lifting his head from its spot under Combeferre’s chin.
Grantaire considered the suggestion for a moment, tilting his head to the side thoughtfully. It wasn't a bad idea, but the thought of going out didn't exactly thrill him either.
"It's pouring out there," he complained, gesturing towards the window where raindrops were still pattering against the glass. "I don't feel like getting soaked."
“And it’s past 23:00, Enjolras. No store is going to be open,” Combeferre pointed out.
"Damn," Grantaire swore under his breath, his shoulders slumping in defeat. It seemed they were well and truly out of luck in regard to getting cheesecake tonight.
He flopped back down on the couch with a huff, letting out a melodramatic sigh. "This sucks."
His complaint received an “mhm” from Enjolras and a sigh from Combeferre.
They fell back into silence.
The silence hung in the air once more, punctuated only by the rhythmic sound of the rain and Grantaire's increasingly impatient sighs. He was bored and frustrated, and it was clear that the lack of cheesecake was getting to him.
He fidgeted on the couch, his knee bouncing restlessly. He was never the best at just sitting still or doing nothing. After a few moments, he finally couldn't take it anymore and spoke up with a hint of irritation in his voice.
"This is agonizingly boring. Someone, entertain me."
He didn’t get a response.
Grantaire let out an annoyed huff when he was ignored, his irritation only growing. He leaned back on the couch, his arms crossing over his chest in a pout.
"You two are useless," He grumbled, casting a sidelong glance at Enjolras and Combeferre. They seemed perfectly content to just lie there, with Enjolras practically melted into Combeferre's embrace. "I'm surrounded by two boring nerds."
He then realized his boyfriends were asleep.
Grantaire rolled his eyes, realizing his snarky comment had gone unnoticed. Both Enjolras and Combeferre were out like a light. It was almost impressive how fast they had fallen asleep.
He let out a long sigh, his irritation from before giving way to a hint of fondness.
"Unbelievable," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head with a grin before collapsing beside them on the couch once more.