best possible devil's-pie

♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ "Bahorel was a creature of good humour and bad company, brave, a spendthrift, prodigal almost to generosity, talkative almost to eloquence, bold almost to effrontery; the best possible devil's-pie; with foolhardy waistcoats and scarlet opinions; a wholesale blusterer, that is to say, liking nothing so well as a quarrel unless it were emeute, and nothing so well as an emeute unless it were a revolution." Victor Hugo, Les Misérables [bahorel RP blog| multiverse | NSFW] {Faceclaim; Marlon Teixeira} {Tracking; scarletopinions}

[adoptedthepeople]

  [He waves his hand, half frowning, half grinning at the comparison.]

Stop, Let’s not fuck where we eat, okay?

[He chuckles and walks over to the other, pushing him down to sit on him.]

So you would be totally fine with someone knowing about all the dirty shit I do to you on a regular basis?

[scarlet-opinions]

[Bahorel licks his lips, chuckling again, unbearably amused with the faces that Feuilly makes at him. Like he's amused despite himself, and hey, that's actually a pretty normal reaction to Bahorel as a person.]

We haven't fucked where we eat yet? I thought we hit the kitchen counter ages ago.

[He's teasing of course, taking Feuilly literally, whatever though, it's not like Feuilly doesn't know he's kind of mouthy. He seems to like him anyway. Feuilly can't be too upset though because he's pushing Bahorel to sit back and sitting across his thighs, comfortable.]

Why wouldn't I be fine with it? I'm not ashamed. I'm not going to feel bad about it. Besides, if you haven't noticed- I like the dirty shit you do with me.

[He blushes about it sometimes but he's not - he's not trying to conceal it.]

[bigfatr]

  Well I wouldn’t exactly equate “not being into watersports” with “being completely vanilla” I mean that’s some impressive mental gymnastics right there. 8.9 from the judges.

[scarlet-opinions]

Wow, that is so not what I meant. Also, they're asking Muffin about cross dressing too. I mean- lets be real, I doubt Enjolras would be into much that most would consider 'kinky'. You though- yeah you're probably more like a chocolate chip cookie. 

[adoptedthepeople]

  It’s not a fair comparison.

[He smirks because he knows.]

Compared to us, vanilla sugar cookies are all over.

[scarlet-opinions]

[Bahorel snickers because- alright, that is true and he knows it and Feuilly knows it. Also- that smirk looks really good on Feuilly's face. So there is that too.]

Yeah alright, that's the truth. Like comparing cookies to- flavored lubricant, I guess. Even if it's vanilla flavored it's no cookie.

True enough, it's just annoying. I mean if they're gonna invade somebodies privacy I'd rather they ask us. At least we don't give a fuck what people think. 

[william-shakesqueer-deactivated]

belly porn. belly porn. belly porn.

[scarlet-opinions]

[Casually hides in plain sight while everybody harasses Enjolras and Grantaire with nosy questions about their sex practices.]

Those two are like- very clearly the sexual equivalent of vanilla sugar cookies. 

I mean if you want to talk kinks well- damn you all went to the wrong couple. 

[scarlet-opinions]

We Need to Not | Bahorel&Feuilly

[adoptedthepeople]

  [Bahorel is quite possibly the most gorgeous person he’s ever seen, both objectively and very, very biased. He catches himself staring almost constantly, wondering how someone like that could ever want someone like him. He knows Ariel is confident in his body, as well he should be, but it’s really not fair sometimes, just how sexy he can be.]

[He knows that people watch them when they’re together. Knows that people see their height differences, and the slight pudge to his belly, and the skin complexions, and they look weird together. He knows that people think Bahorel could do better, and they’re probably right. But he takes pride in the fact that he’s managed to hold on to something as good as Bahorel is.]

I am not taking advantage of you while you sleep. That’s no fun.

[He mumbles, pressing his lips to Bahorel’s forehead. He’s not really complaining. He could get some more sleep too, that would be good. But then Bahorel’s rubbing at his belly and the sensitive trail of hair.]

If you wanna get to sleep, though, you probably should keep your hands to yourself. 

Unless of course you want me to wear you out really well.

[scarlet-opinions]

[Bahorel had only been kidding about the mouth open thing, but that was part of the fun part about being with Feuilly. Everybody he'd been with before had wanted to take relationships so seriously. Even the sexual part of it and Bahorel got sick of everything being serious. Sometimes he wanted sex to be silly- something that could be joked about.]

[Best part about being with Feuilly- is that the sex isn't just good- it's fun. Amusement part kind of fun- where it hits you hard, all anticipating and stomach swooping and it's just good.]

Mm well I guess we can safely mark off that you're not into somnophilia.

[Ari says this casually though his smile turns just a little wicked and amused at Feuilly's reaction to such a simple thing. He's like Pavlov's dog and Bahorel knows the little hints to subconsciously suggest and seduce without actually having to do all that much. He's learning with Feuilly, that's it's not about how hard you press the buttons, but that you know what buttons to push in the first place.]

[He thinks about it- weighs the idea of more sleep that he definitely wants against how much he definitely wants to have some fun with Feuilly. One day he'll invent a way to sleep and get sexual gratification at the same time. He teases his fingers through the trail of hair, scratching lightly with his fingernails and he slips his index finger under the elastic of boxers and lightly snaps it against Feuilly's hip.]

I could be persuaded.

[neverclaimfeuillyasyou]

if you could blow any of les amis who would it be. top five.

((REal talK: 

Enjolras

Courfeyrac

Joly

Feuilly

nnnnnn and we’ll say Chetta. 

This is all hypothetical ofc))

[scarlet-opinions]

"That's hurtful, Ferre, you're in my hypothetical top 5."

[scarlet-opinions]

We Need to Not | Bahorel&Feuilly

[adoptedthepeople]

  You do that enough already. [He grins, chuckling about the idea of a ghost Bahorel. He could deal with that, but he’d rather not.]

[Something Feuilly notices now is that when Bahorel moves, he moves too. It’s like they’re caught in the same space, and when Ari isn’t filling it, Feuilly has to. So when he stretches, Dariel moves along with him, arching his back and wincing as the kinks work themselves out.]

I’ll encourage your bad habits when they benefit me also.

[There are a few of Bahorel’s bad habits that benefit him directly. The smoking, the bar fights, the kinks, all of it, things that Feuilly enjoys very much, thank you.]

[He grins sleepily and pulls Bahorel close. He had kissed somewhere around his chin, which was nicer than it sounds.]

What am I supposed to do now? You woke me up and now you’re just gonna leave me alone? 

[His tone was playful, but he ran his fingers through Bahorel’s hair, and reached around to rub his back, which usually helped the other fall asleep quickly.]

[scarlet-opinions]

[Bahorel laughs to himself- as much as he can without expending any energy over it. Alright, but he'd be lying if he tried to claim that he doesn't like Feuilly getting off on him. He's proud of his body- he's got the damned right to be- considering how much work goes into it. Being sexy isn't some kind of accident.]

Not my fault I'm wet dream inducing.

[He does- as much as he can manage while still being as lazy as possible, squirm into Feuilly. Feuilly is warm and broad little freckles and trails of ginger hair here and there. Maybe he's not what most people think of as sexy but he's sexy to Bahorel. Partially because he doesn't put all sort of bullshit expectations on what he thinks Bahorel should be like in bed. He can just like what he likes and it's not an issue.]

[Alright- he feels a little bad when Feuilly bitches about having woken him up and then ditching him by going back to bed. Though at the same time, Feuilly has a hand in his curls and trails it down to his back to make soothing circles, which is not fair. He can't complain about Bahorel wanting to sleep and then help him sleep.]

Mmm- I'll sleep with my mouth open so you can take advantage.

[He suggests with a sleepy smirk and he rubs his hand down Feuilly's chest and belly, toying his fingers through the trail of hair that disappears down into his pajama pants.]

[scarlet-opinions]

We Need to Not | Bahorel&Feuilly

[adoptedthepeople]

  [It’s Saturday, and Feuilly has the day off. That in and of itself should be sacred. But that fucking alarm clock ruins it with it’s reminder that Bahorel still has work and chores to do today. It’s not fair. They’re rarely around at the same time anymore, and if they are, they’re too exhausted to do anything but sleep. So when the alarm goes off, Feuilly groans and pulls Bahorel against him tightly, burying his face in the back of his neck, hoping to keep the warmth of his skin close for another few minutes.]

[He’s pleased when the clock stops making noise, and he makes an approving grunt when he hears it clatter against the wall.]

Don’t die. I’ll be sad if you do.

[He presses a gentle kiss to the back of Bahorel’s neck and nuzzles against him, still holding on to the last remnants of a good night’s sleep.]

You’re allowed. Oh god, please do.

[He’s being selfish today. He misses his boyfriend, and he needs this time. And Bahorel’s tired. So it’s a win win for both of them.]

[scarlet-opinions]

[It's Saturday morning he just broke his alarm clock. He doesn't realize that he did until he opens his eyes, sees the cracked plastic wreck on the floor. Whatever, he can get a new alarm clock. Besides, destruction feels really satisfying right now. Sure- he's taking it out on his clock, but whatever, there's a good argument in there that it's better to break things than to break faces. Probably- something like that. It's a good thing he's too tired for moral lessons.]

[Bahorel moves like a cat in a sunbeam, all languid slow stretch as Feuilly kisses the back of his neck, nuzzles into him with hot breaths and something tight inside him eases a little bit with a sigh.]

S'ok if I die I'll still haunt you. With sex dreams. Curse of sticky boxers.

[He snickers into his pillow, rubbing his face against it and trying to internally persuade his eyes that they want to open and stay that way for a while. Fuck, he needs more sleep or coffee. Feuilly is encouraging him though, telling him he's allowed and that he ought to.]

Thought you weren't one to encourage my bad habits.

[He fumbles his cell phone off the bedside and tugs it free from charging, and sends a text to his boss. 

[TEXT]: Sick today- see if you can get JJ to cover me. He owes me.

[Bahorel turns and presses a kiss somewhere on Feuilly without opening his eyes.]

There done, not moving again. Wake me for Ragnarok or whatever.

[scarlet-opinions]

We Need to Not | Bahorel&Feuilly

[Bahorel wakes up to a sound that's like the screech of an air raid siren in one of those old movies about WWII. He promptly decides that he hates everything. Everything- beginning with the insistent squeal of his alarm clock and ending with the concept that he has to go to work in like an hour and a half, also the fact that he has a minimum of two pages paper to write about the representation of gender as a marketing technique with explains. The only exception- is Feuilly's arm around his waist, warm breath on his curls and the back of his neck, that's part he doesn't hate.]

[He decides that he is completely done with the universe and takes it out on his alarm clock, grabbing it clumsily and flinging it at the wall.]

If I have to get up right now- I'll die.

[This is of course- one of the more dramatic things he's ever said. He's exhausted from the go place of classes plus work, plus assignments. He's overwhelmed and he thinks he's allowed to be a drama king right now.]

Feuilly... tell me I'm allowed to call out of work and go back to bed.

[He's whining and he really can't give a damn.]

[scarlet-opinions]

"I'm taking this whole song as one long suggestion."

[scarlet-opinions]

Send me a symbol !

☝ - How tall are you?

✔ - Sexual Orientation:

♨ - Do you Smoke?

☟ - Do you Drink?

♒ - Do you Take Drugs?

✖ - Age you get mistaken for:

☆ - Have Tattoos?

★ - Want any tattoos?

☯ - Got any Piercings?

✌ - Want any piercings?

♧ - Best friend?

♥ - Relationship status:

♔ - Top 5 favorite bands?

♬ - Top 5 favorite songs?

☹ - Biggest pet peeve?

✍ - Story from your childhood.

☄ - I wish…

® - Favorite foods?

☀ - Story about your day.

♕ - Top 5 celebrity crushes?

♔ - Top 5 favorite movies?

☮ - Top 5 favorite TV shows?

✏ - Random fact about yourself.

[inboxshenanigans]

Send me a •3• and I will put my playlist on shuffle, write down the first line of five songs and give it to your muse as a poem from mine

[inspectorjavert-nypd-deactivate]

Eventful Establishment

[inspectorjavert-nypd-deactivate]

  "No," Javert mumbled, still looking at the black eye. "You have a black eye, sir. You evidently picked it up in some altercation. Do co-operate. If I find that you have not committed any crimes or misdemeanors, I shall vacate and leave you to your business. It is just." Javert looked around for a moment, and slowly gestured for the man to speak to him.

[scarlet-opinions]

Well- at least he wasn't being detained. He sure hoped the guy didn't feel like searching him. Bahorel was pretty sure that he had left the little baggie of weed at home. It just wasn't the kind of thing somebody risked. Also- being arrested was a real hassle. He always managed to work it out- nobody could make those minor charges stick on him. Especially ones from being politically active and exercising his basic human rights. Ok, some of what he considered to be within his basic rights was punching morons in the face in order to perhaps force some reason into their teeny tiny brains. Really though, with some people he thought it more of a public service. They were lucky he wasn't charging them. 

He stretched, wincing a little at the tightness in his limbs, his endurance was starting to wear thin and he kind of wanted a nice hot steamy shower to loosen him up and some bullshit on TV he didn't have to pay attention to in order to be entertained. "I do MMA, you know mixed martial arts. Other forms of sports combat. I also teach self-defense classes. It's kind of a job/hobby hazard. Sometimes you catch a stray fist, or elbow." He says shrugging. 

"But hey- you should see the other guy." Bahorel added with an easy twist of his lips into a smile. 

[scarlet-opinions]

bahorel vs. school

I got kind of excited for the semester, but then I actually went to classes. So- can it just be summer again? 

[doctor-invalid-and-revolutionary]

I second that sentiment. Though, I do have some good classes. Is school really that awful for you, Bahorel?

[scarlet-opinions]

No, it's actually fine. I'm just lazy. And to be honest I would rather stay home and have sex with my boyfriend. 

[scarlet-opinions]

bahorel vs. school

I got kind of excited for the semester, but then I actually went to classes. So- can it just be summer again? 

[a-pocket-full-of-jehan-blog]

You went to class?

[scarlet-opinions]

Yeah, I know, I'm shocked too. I even did the readings. It's like I don't know who I am anymore. 

[scarlet-opinions]

bahorel vs. school

I got kind of excited for the semester, but then I actually went to classes. So- can it just be summer again?