(Modern AU)

"I don't understand why are there genders? What it the word doesn't want to be labeled." Valjean sighed throwing his pencil down on the text book.

Javert shook his head and closed the French book. "Count from dix Jean." He said moving the pencils and books away from the bed.

"un deux trois quatre cinq six sept huit neuf dix." Valjean sang from his memory. It was a little trick Javert taught Valjean, when he felt stressed out. He hate to admit it ,but it helped him.

"Good." Javert smiled sitting on the bed next to him once again. "My brain hurts from those verbs." Valjean sighed as he sat across from Javert. "French is easy, and your getting better." Javert praised.

"Why are you so good? It's unfair." Valjean laughed nudging Javerts arm. Javert rolled his eyes and crossed his legs. "Stop ,you."

"Come on... Your good at lots of things." Valjean smiled looking at the blue eyed boy.

"Oh really?" Javert teased, raising his eyebrow to Valjean, "like what?"

"Well... Other then French, basically every other subject, your very smart Javert." Valjean said smiling at the boy.

"Thank you, Jean. But that's nothing. You know my mother, she looses it if I get a B minus." Javert said as he leaned back against Valjean's bed.

"Ok I see, I see." Valjean said as he sat up more, right in front of Javert. "You are brave... And funny, and sarcastic, you dress like you came out of vogue, and your very pretty."

Javert felt his cheeks go pink, once he heard the last part. His Valjean, thought he was cute. "Go on." He said softly, looking into Jean's brown eyes.

"Well... You make me smile, and laugh. You come to my house to help me not fail a French test. You have a beautiful voice, that I love hearing. Especially when you hum while your writing." Valjean said. He inched closer to Javert.

Javert sat, his cheeks darker and warmer. He didn't know someone could like any part of him, yet Jean liked many. "Oh... Is that all?" Javert asked in a soft voice, curiosity hinting in his tone.

"No... I like your hair... It's soft, and I like to twist around a strand or two on my finger. I like the baggy sweaters you wear, because you appear even more tiny. I like your blue eyes, because they sparkle... In all the lights." Valjean said, millimeters away from Javert's face.

Javert was flustered, He could feel Valjean's hot breathe on his nose. He was numb, wasn't sure what to say or act. "I like many things about you too, Valjean." Javert said in a whisper.

"What's that?" Valjean asked, twirling around a piece of Javerts pony tail. "Your kind, you stand up for me, your smart even if you don't know it, you always look good, and your very strong..." Javert listed from the top of his head.

Valjean chuckled lightly and smiled at him. "Javert? Do you like me enough, that you would allow me to kiss you?" Valjean asked, risking their friendship.

Javert looked at him, hoping it wasn't another of his jokes and nodded. "Yes." He said quietly.

Before he knew it Valjean's lips attached to Javert's, pressing close softly. Javert put a hand to rest on Valjean's cheek kissing back. Valjean puts his hands on Javert's petite waist, as they kissed in a loving way. The two parted for breathe after a while and started at each other.

"And I like the way you kiss." Valjean smiled cheekily.

"Could you be anymore cheesy?" Javert sighed looking to the man. Jean simply nodded and hugged him ,leaning to kissing him softly yet again.

I don't like high school, and I'm now really tired but wanna write. I should take a nap.
Stay Strange🦄