If you’re still taking prompts, Feuilly and Jehan ♣:Back scratches? ^_^

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Believe it or not, I am still working on these nonsexual intimacy prompts!!  I do really enjoy writing them, and I am excited about every one I got, I just have a lot going on these days and am moving slowly on them.

This is Carry On!Feuilly and Jehan, and it happens about a month or so after the end of that story.  Also it has minor spoilers for what happens in that fic (just in case there’s someone following me who wanted to read it but didn’t yet?  I feel like at this point that’s pretty unlikely).

Feuilly slid into the chair,
stifling a sigh.  It had been one of those days that feel like
they’ve gone on for hours and hours, but when you look at the clock
it’s only 9 in the morning–and he’d only barely managed to get away
from work by 5:30.  That was just enough time to ride 2 buses home,
change, and make it to the cafe where the ABC Society met, but not
enough time to eat dinner at home, so he’d ordered a panini at the
front counter of the coffee shop.  He was regretting sitting down to
wait for it now, because that meant he’d have to stand up again when
his order was ready.

“Is everything okay?”
Jehan asked.  Feuilly knew being blind could enhance the development
of your other senses, but was Jehan’s hearing really that good, to
pick out a tiny little sigh in a noisy, crowded coffee shop?  Or had
Feuilly not been as good at hiding his exhaustion as he’d thought?

“I’m fine,” he said
quickly.

“You just sounded tired,”
Jehan said.  "Long day?“

“Yeah,” Feuilly admitted.
“And busy.  Not–not bad
busy, just busy.”

Jehan reached
over to the back of Feuilly’s chair, feeling his way from there to
Feuilly’s back.  His fingers traced up Feuilly’s spine towards his
neck.  "It must have been a stressful day,“ he said.  "Your
shoulders are really tense.  Is the new job okay?”

Another, more
troubling thought crossed Feuilly’s mind: Did Enjolras and Combeferre
tell him?  Part of him knew that was unfair; they’d asked his
permission before talking to Courfeyrac, hadn’t they?  Still, the ABC
Society people were a pretty tight-knit group, and maybe Courfeyrac,
as open about his feelings as he was, hadn’t realized that Feuilly
wouldn’t want everyone knowing about how he’d fallen apart in
Enjolras and Combeferre’s apartment.  The idea–as unlikely as it
was–that people in the group would be keeping an eye on him,
watching to see if he could handle the more challenging work of his
new job, turned Feuilly’s stomach.

“It’s
great, really great.”  He found himself fiddling with the
wrapper from his straw.  "My coworkers seem like good people,
and the paperwork isn’t too bad.  I’m really happy to be learning
exactly what services are available here, and how to connect my
clients with them, and if there’s anything I can’t figure out, I have
lots of people I can ask about it, which is great.  My caseload is
pretty small right now, and it’s going to get bigger, but it
shouldn’t be too bad,
so that’s good, and–“  He broke off, feeling the blood rush to
his cheeks.  "Sorry–I’m babbling.”

Jehan’s mouth
twitched in a grin.  "It’s fine.  But–“  He hesitated, his
fingers still running idly up and down Feuilly’s back.  "Maybe
I’m wrong, but you just sound like … like you’re trying to
convince yourself?  It’s okay if the job isn’t that great–I’m not
going to report back to Courfeyrac or anything.”

For
a moment, Feuilly thought his fears were confirmed–then he realized
Jehan was referring to the fact that Courfeyrac had helped get
Feuilly the job.  He laughed, a few beats too late.  "No, the
job is fine.  I mean, I might be trying to convince myself that I
can do it, but the job really is great.“

"Why
wouldn’t you be able to do it?”

It was a
question Feuilly ordinarily wouldn’t have answered.  Maybe it was the
way Jehan asked it–not surprised, as if anybody should be able to
handle the challenge, but not terribly worried either.  Maybe it was
the stress of a new job seemed like nothing after all the shit he’d
spilled out before Enjolras and Combeferre.  Maybe it was the gentle
touch of Jehan’s hand on his back.

Feuilly
shrugged.  "I don’t know, just … it might be too much work,
you know?  I was there until 5:30 tonight, and I know I’ll definitely
have more work as I get more cases–and things will go faster once I
know the ropes, of course, but maybe not enough to equal out the
amount of work, and …“

"Sun-dried
tomato turkey on wheat,” someone called from the counter.

“That’s
mine,” Feuilly said, taking a deep breath as he gathered his
energy to get up and collect his food.  He laughed half-heartedly.
“Sorry, maybe I’m just being a pessimist since I’m hungry.”

“I usually
find that things look a little more manageable on a full stomach,”
Jehan agreed.  He squeezed Feuilly’s shoulder once more before
removing his hand to let him stand up.  "But if it doesn’t work
out that way this time … I’ll still be here.“

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