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Sirius has always been fiercely protective of his brother. No matter how quiet Regulus stayed while their mother took out her anger on Sirius. No matter that Regulus was sorted into Slytherin. Sirius has always known Regulus loved him. He knew it in how he would come to him after the punishments and take care of him and comfort him. He knew it in the way he would just sit next to him in silence and spend time with him.

Regulus was a shy and quiet child. For his entire 10th and 11^th year he has not uttered a word, not one. While Sirius was concerned, his parents merely praised his good behaviour. Regulus was used to silence and being silenced.

That changed when he was fourteen.

At fourteen, his brother woke him up one night, forced him out of his bed, threw some clothes into a bag and kidnapped him. Regulus never asked what was happening and where they were going. He trusted Sirius with his life.

Sirius brought them to the Potter house. “It’s our new home,” he said, “These people will never hurt us, and Mother will never get to us again. I promise it. I’ll protect you.”

So, Regulus moved in with James Potter and his parents. He didn’t have to be silent then. He didn’t have to behave perfectly under the threat of curses and hexes. While developing “something reminiscent of a personality” as Sirius called it, Regulus’ mind was focused on one thing and one thing only: James.

He just can’t help himself. It’s James.

Fit, cocky, smart-mouth wanker James Potter. He wants to hate him so badly, he really does. But next to all the cockiness and arrogance at school, he sees a different side at home: The caring friend, the kind-hearted boy, the loved child who in turn has so much love to give.

So, yes, Regulus wants him. He wants him more than he has ever wanted anything before in his life.

He just never got to make a move. He is James’ best mate’s little brother. They live together. One wrong move and it will be awkward for the rest of his life. He tried though. During the holidays he was always around James, invading his space, and inserting himself into whatever mischief James and Sirius were up to – much to Sirius’ dismay.

Nothing ever happened, mostly because Sirius was always there. The summer and winter breaks came and went, James graduated, and one year later Regulus graduated too.

It is the July after his graduation. Regulus has essentially given up on the James front. James will move out soon. Once James is out of his proximity all hope will be lost, he knows it. Regulus isn’t sure yet what he will do, maybe move in with Pandora or Evan and Barty. James’ parents are doting on him. He is very much treated as the baby of the family here and they don’t want to see him leave at all.

He’s eighteen and has been chasing after the same boy for four years. He would be embarrassed with himself if James didn’t look the way he looks. How is he supposed to get over that? How? He is just a gay teenager. People can’t ask too much of him.

It is a nice July afternoon. Sirius is outside working on a muggle machine he calls “motorbike” and “love of my life” in turns which Regulus finds deeply unsettling. James’ parents are outside as well, working in the garden. Regulus was reading in his room until a minute ago. He just went to the bathroom and on the way back he has to pass James’ room. That’s when he hears it.

“Reggie,” – a low sound, barely audible. Regulus stops. It didn’t quite sound like James was actually calling him. Regulus steps closer to the door, pressing his ear against it.

“Fuck, Reggie,” James groans. A long dragged-out moan makes the blood rush into Regulus’ cheeks. He quickly moves away from the door and goes back to his room.

Okay. Two options: 1, James has a lover with him in that room with the same nickname as Regulus, he is fucking that lover and that person is very quiet. 2 (and Regulus would prefer this) James is alone, having a wank while saying Regulus’ name while thinking about him.

Regulus presses his face into his pillow and lets out a little scream. One of these options would be his absolute nightmare, the other his biggest dream.

***

Regulus decides to investigate the next day. James and Sirius accompany Euphemia Potter to the market every Sunday morning. They should be back soon, so Regulus (who values his sleep and wouldn’t get up early for this) has to be quick.

He slips into the room James and Sirius are sharing and goes to James’ bed. Sure, he is nineteen, but he is just a boy like every other. If he has some secret wanking fantasy he will have some kind of visual material here, right? Regulus is pretty sure about that – not out of personal experience of course.

He opens the drawers of the bedside table, looking through the contents and looking for secret hiding spots. He finds many lost and forgotten notes like “times Sirius has mentioned Remus, August 1976” – the answer is 62. He finds pens, muggle money, pictures of his friends and family, a card game, a book and two wrinkled bookmarks. This boy is messy.

“Come on, James,” he whispers to himself, “You have to have something here.”

Under his bed, he finds a Hogwarts tie. At first, he doesn’t think much of it, until he gets it out from under the bed and looks at it in the light. It isn’t red and gold like the ties belonging to James and his friends. It is silver and green like Regulus has worn it. He has to bite his lip to not break out into a grin. He turns the tie to look for the three letters he has stitched into all of his Hogwarts ties. And there they are, very neatly and readable: RAB – Regulus Arcturus Black.

James keeps one of his old ties under his bed. Now he allows himself to grin. Then again, it could be that this thing lies here by accident and James simply never cleans. So, Regulus must keep looking. Okay, maybe he just needs an excuse to lie down in James’ bed. When he takes his spot maybe he will be able to think as he does.

The pillow smells like James.

If one shares his room with the brother of someone’s (potential) object of affection, where would one keep his dirty secrets?

Regulus has, much like James and Sirius, spent the better part of his teenage years in a dorm he shared with two boys. It isn’t too hard to think of hiding spots.

He runs his hands over the edge of the mattress, reaching between mattress and bedframe. He feels the edges of a paper and pulls it out. It seems to be a folded photograph.

Regulus takes a breath and then unfolds it.

A year ago, James got a camera for his birthday, he has spent a great deal of the following days taking pictures of everyone and everything, including Regulus. The picture Regulus found in James’ bed is one of them. Regulus is sitting on the couch in the living room, head turned to the side in conversation with someone, most likely Fleamont. His elbows are propped up on his thighs, and he is leaned forwards. The smile on his lips is easy and genuine. The curls of his hair are in slight disarray. It is nothing special really. The picture is slightly wrinkled from being tucked away and gripped tightly.

The door to the room is pushed open and Regulus quickly sits up. James stands in the doorway and looks at him surprised.

“Regulus? What are you doing in my bed?”

Regulus smirks picture and tie in hand. James sees the items in his hands, recognizes them and blushes so deeply, Regulus is worried he might pass out.

He slowly walks up to James and holds up the picture. “Yeah, James, what am I doing in your bed?”

He thinks James might have stopped breathing. Regulus chuckles and hands the items over. “I guess you’ll want this back. I should go downstairs, help Effie with putting groceries away.”

He makes sure their arms brush together when he walks past him to leave the room.

James is unable to look even remotely in his direction for the rest of the day.

***

Regulus could simply go up to James and tell him he fancies him. He could use this knowledge of James thinking of him like this and simply go to him and talk.

A younger Regulus would have, probably.

But Regulus likes to play. He likes to tease, and he really likes seeing James blush and die of shame whenever Regulus looks at him.

It is a week filled with faint touches, brushing arms together, accidentally touching him when James gives him something, and standing way too close for no apparent reason.

James doesn’t seem quite so cocky and arrogant anymore as soon as Regulus is near. One afternoon, James, Sirius, and Regulus were in the garden together and Regulus ate a banana – he is pretty sure James almost started crying.

Regulus, as mentioned, values his sleep, and he is a bit of a night owl. So, he usually is the last in the house to go to sleep and the last to get up in the morning which means James and Sirius have to get him for breakfast rather frequently.

This morning, Regulus is lying on his stomach, the blanket pushed away from him, only in pants and otherwise naked, when someone knocks on the door.

“Yes?” Regulus mumbles.

The door opens a few inches and James looks into the room. Regulus rubs at his eyes and pushes his hair out of his face. For a moment, James is just staring. Personally, Regulus doesn’t believe he looks particularly good just woken up. James’ face suggests otherwise.

“What is it?” Regulus asks after letting James gawk at him for a good minute. Maybe he is arching his back and lifting his ass just a little bit.

James blinks rapidly and clears his throat. “Sorry, mum wants you to come down for… you know… the food… meal beginning of the… day.” He can’t quite look away from him.

Regulus smirks. “You mean breakfast.”

“Yeah, that,” James says quickly and then turns away from him, “So, if you could get dressed and come downstairs…”

Regulus pushes himself up and stretches his body. “Are you going to wait downstairs, or do you want to watch?” – he means it as a genuine offer. James just forces himself to look away and closes the door when he leaves.

Later that day, Euphemia and Fleamont go out to meet some friends. James is upstairs in his room. Regulus is reading in the living room when Sirius comes jumping down the steps.

“Hey, Reggie, I’m gonna go to the biker club in the city, see whether they have that once missing piece I need or know where I can get it, do you want to come with me?”

“No. Last time we did that I almost died.”

“Different bar. Also, you didn’t almost die, that mountain threatened you with a spanner, don’t be dramatic about it.”

“I don’t know what a spanner is, but he wanted to beat my head in with it.”

“Yeah you can’t be a smart mouth to the bikers, Reggie. What did you expect to happen?”

“Not to get killed. Take James.”

“No, he doesn’t want to go either. Alright, I’m going alone. Send out the search party if I’m not back in four hours.”

“Okay.”

As soon as Sirius is out of the house, Regulus jumps up from the couch and goes upstairs. He takes a shower and then goes to his room, dressing in clothes that are easy to take off but still accentuate his best features.

He dries his hair with a spell and makes sure it is all pretty curls and just a little wildness in it that should make a certain someone want to sink his fingers into it.

He knocks on James’ door and slips into the room. He leans against the door and looks at James with a smirk. James sits in his bed playing with a little golden snitch. He looks up at Regulus and blushes again.

“It used to be way harder to make you blush,” Regulus says.

James sighs and puts the Snitch away. “Listen, Regulus, I’m sorry, okay? I know it’s weird and creepy – I threw the stuff away just please, can we please just forget about it?”

“No,” Regulus says simply and crosses the room until he can sit down on the edge of James’ bed. “And don’t be sorry.”

James blinks at him confused and rightens his glasses.

“What?”

“Your parents and my brother are out for a while. So, what do you want to do?”

James looks him up and down and swallows. “You’re mean.”

“Am I?”

“Yes. Can you stop torturing me about it?”

“No.” he smirks and in one swift movement gets on top of James, straddling him. James stares up at him. “So, tell me, James, what were you doing with that picture of me in your bed, huh?”

James might have stopped breathing again.

“Come on,” he leans closer to him, “Say it.”

James swallows heavily, eyes glued to where Regulus is sitting on him. Regulus places his hands against James’ chest. He runs one of them up to his chin and makes him look at him.

“Okay,” James mumbles, “I fancy you.”

Regulus smirks. “And that picture? Do you look at it when you touch yourself?”

James closes his eyes, face red. Regulus places his hands on his chest again. He leans closer to him.

“Do you think of me? Do you say my name?”

James bites his bottom lip.

Regulus leans in further until his lips are close to James’ ear. “Do you want to fuck me, James? Touch me? Kiss me?”

Regulus rocks against him, rubbing over James’ crotch. James’ eyes snap open at him.

“Do you?” Regulus whispers, looking at his face again. His dark eyes widen when he realises that Regulus is genuine. His lips part slightly, and the dark tint of his cheeks deepens. “Because if you want me, fucking have me. Take me. Do whatever you fucking want.”

James is looking at him stunned, then his hand comes up to his face and he pulls him in until he can press their lips together.

James kisses him like he has been waiting for this for years. His hands are hot against Regulus’ skin, one spanned possessively over his back, the other cupping his cheek. James’ lips are full and soft – fucking soft as the hard kiss slowly melts into something else. The embarrassment falls away and James kisses him like he never wants to stop and never has to.

Regulus slides his hand into James’ messy hair, hyperaware of James’ lips moving against him, and his hand roaming over his back. Regulus brushes his tongue against James’ lip, which is met by James’ arm tightening around his waist and his lips parting under his. Regulus slides his tongue against his, and rocks his body against James, this time with emphasis.

He wants him. He fucking wants him now, here, like this.

James is making a small sound into his mouth and Regulus wants to own that noise.

Regulus drops his hands to the hem of James’ shirt, carefully moving them underneath the fabric, pressing his fingertips into the hot skin. He pushes his fingers up over James’ body, defined by years of Quidditch training and an affinity for working out half-naked in the sun (an affinity Regulus loves). The shirt rides up while Regulus’ hands advance, stroking over his body.

Regulus breaks the kiss. James holds him close and chases his mouth with his, not satisfied yet. Regulus smirks and slowly pushes James’ shirt up, eyes trailing after it, taking in every inch of exposed skin. The shirt catches on the glasses and almost knocks them off James’ face. James rightens them quickly. Regulus is sitting back on James’ legs and looks him up and down slowly. He has a tattoo of a deer head on his hip; Regulus wants to lick it. He maps out all the parts of James he wants to kiss and bite and taste – the abs, the chest, the collarbone, the bicep, the spot where his neck connects to his shoulder, his jawline, and the little mole under his right ear.

Regulus slowly takes off his shirt, making a show of it.

James puts his hands back on him, tracing his body with his fingers, soft and gentle in contrast to Regulus’ possessive touch. He touches him as if he was a piece of art, a wondrous thing he cannot believe he is allowed to lay his hands on.

Regulus takes off James’ glasses when he decides he has stared enough. He puts them somewhere safe, then dips his head and kisses James’ collarbone. He grazed his teeth over his shoulder and presses his lips to his neck. James digs his fingers into Regulus’ sides, pulling him close again. He moves up against him, making sure Regulus feels how hard he is through their trousers.

Regulus sucks on a spot low on his neck, wondering whether he will be able to see the hickey on his darker skin the next day. James slides one hand up into Regulus’ curls, pulling slightly on the roots to tug his head back up. Regulus chuckles against his skin and brings his lips close to his, so James can kiss him again.

Regulus pulls on James’ bottom lip with his teeth, then kisses him gently. James lets him do whatever he wants, only answering in low noises and with his hands pressing against Regulus’ exposed skin and pulling his hair.

Regulus pulls back. He teasingly leans back in for short kisses, not letting James slip his tongue into his mouth again. He moves back on the bed with a shake of his head. James’ eyes widen when Regulus hooks his fingers into the hem of James’ trousers and pulls them down.

“Fucking hell, Reg,” James says breathlessly, “Is it possible you killed me and I’m in heaven?”

“Very possible,” Regulus agrees, pulling his trousers and then his pants off until James lies exposed in front of him. Regulus focuses his eyes where he has pulled off the clothes, mapping out more places to put his mouth. James’ hard cock rests heavily between his legs.

Regulus throws the clothes on the ground and crawls back up to James. He pulls him into a bruising kiss, hands now pulling on Regulus’ trousers as well.

Regulus runs his hand down James’ body, over the plains of his chest, his abs, the dips and curves of his body until he can grasp his cock. James makes a very encouraging noise into his mouth. Regulus wants to own that one, too. James shoves one hand into his pants, pulling Regulus’ cock out. The other hand is in his hair, pushing their faces together. Tongues slide together, lips are bitten and nipped at. Regulus’ body moves closer to him when he touches him, drawn to him like a magnet.

James pulls back to breathe. Regulus kisses his jaw. He moves his hand along James’ length, thumbing the head, while licking a spot on his neck and then sucking on it.

“Fuck, Reg,” James moans, stroking his cock and kissing his shoulder.

Regulus smiles against his skin. “That is Reggie to you. That’s what you called me days ago, isn’t it? When you were alone.”

James makes a low, whiny noise. “You heard that?”

“Yes,” he pulls his head back, then grasps James’ chin and makes him look up at him. His face is flushed equally from embarrassment and arousal. “What was I doing, huh? What were you thinking about?”

Regulus presses his thumb against the head of his dick, making James gasp and his eyelids flutter. He speeds up his hand around his cock and kisses the spot underneath James’ ear.

“Was I sucking your cock?” he whispers, “Did you picture my mouth on you? Yours on me?”

James bites down on Regulus’ shoulder, making a desperate sound.

“Did I look pretty with my lips around your cock?”

“Yes,” James whispers, voice muffled against Regulus’ neck where he is kissing him and sucking on his skin.

Regulus smiles. “What else? Did you picture fucking me? Putting your cock into me making me scream your name? Is that how you want to see me? Shall we fulfil that fantasy?”

“Fuck, Reggie, by the gods,” James pulls his head back by his hair and crashes their lips together again.

Regulus pushes James’s hand away from his cock and grasps both of theirs in his hand, sliding them together. James thrusts up into his hand. His fingers are on his back again. pulling him closer, pushing his fingertips into his skin like he wants to slip past it and make them one.

Regulus pulls back from him again, laughing lowly when James chases his lips and makes a noise like a child whose favourite toy was taken away.

Regulus kisses down James’ neck, nipping on all the bits of skin he has chosen before. He presses a kiss to the deer tattoo on James’ hip, making his breath hitch. His hand is still working his cock.

He kisses the top of his thigh, then lower. He lets his breath ghost over the tip of his cock.

James moves quickly, twists to the side and grabs something from the bedside table. Regulus looks up to see that he has taken his glasses up again. He can’t help but laugh again. He rests his arm on James’ thigh and looks up at him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” James moves his hand into his hair, pushing the curls back. “You’re beautiful even when you’re all blurry but I prefer you like this.”

Regulus shakes his head. “How did you ever convince an entire school you’re such a cool player?”

James shrugs. “They weren’t as beautiful as you.”

Regulus thinks he has never been called beautiful by anyone. He has been called many things, good and bad, especially by lovers, but beautiful? It makes something in him melt. It makes him want to give James anything he asks and everything he has.

He wets his lips. He holds James’ gaze when he kisses the tip of his dick. James’ mouth falls open. Regulus swirls his tongue around the tip. He lets James’ cock slide past his lips. He is looking up at him through half-lidded eyes.

James throws his head back and curses. Regulus slides his tongue along his cock. He moves his head quicker, hearing how James’ breath comes out in short huffs, too.

James’ fingers tangle in his hair, pulling on the roots and pushing his head down on him, not with force, only encouragement.

“Oh, fucking hell, Reggie,” James moans above him, “Oh, Lord, yes, fuck-“

Regulus hollows his cheeks and then swallows around James. He comes back up and sucks on the tip. He pulls back and licks his lip while holding James’ gaze. James swallows hard at the sight. Regulus smirks and licks his cock from base to tip.

James’ body is flushed. His hand is twisted in the bedsheet, and the other is still in his hair, gently pushing him in position so he can slide his cock back into his mouth. So, James can be bold and take what he wants, good to know. Regulus takes his cock back in, taking it as far as he can and sucking hard. James groans. He releases the sheet and grabs Regulus’ hand.

Regulus comes back up and looks at him. James slides his hand from his hair to his cheek. He pushes his thumb against Regulus’ lips.

“Fucking beautiful,” James whispers, “Fucking perfect. Kiss me.”

Regulus crawls back into his lap and kisses him. James has his hand spanned over his back again, pushing their bodies together. His skin is hot against Regulus’s. James' fingers burn him where he touches him, and Regulus never wants that feeling to stop.

Regulus pulls back, panting heavily. He gets down from him and then pushes off his trousers and pants. James’ eyes wander from his face down his neck and chest, down to his hips, to his cock, and further to his legs.

Regulus reaches for his glasses and puts them on the bedside table again. He crawls back on the bed and kisses his shoulder. “Do you want to fuck me, James?” he murmurs.

“Yes,” James chokes out. His hand slides down his back, stopping before reaching his bottom.

“Good. I want you to fuck me.” Regulus kisses James’ neck. “I want you to put that big cock into me and fuck me until I forget my own name.”

James grabs his arse with possessive hands. Regulus hums encouragingly.

“I want you to fuck me so hard, I bring this house down screaming from how good you make me feel.”

Regulus presses a soft kiss on James’ cheek.

“Oh, gods, Reggie, yes, anything you want.” James whispers, “Just – I want to…”

Regulus puts his finger under James’ chin and makes him look at him again. “Tell me. What do you want to do?”

James’ face is perfectly flushed. Tentative fingers find their way between his cheeks and brush over his hole.

“Put my tongue there.”

Regulus’ eyes widen. “Yes,” he whispers and kisses him again. James seems genuinely excited at the thought. He digs his fingertips into his arse and kisses him back.

James finally gets behind Regulus, who is kneeling on the bed, balancing himself on his forearms. He can feel his heart beating in his throat when James runs his hands down his back. He is kneeling behind him.

James’ mouth follows his hands, kissing every inch of skin made available to him. He grazes his teeth over his cheek, then kisses the spot where it connects to his thigh. His fingers and his lips on him are infinitely soft and gentle. He touches him like he is precious and being allowed to touch him is the greatest honour. Regulus is fairly sure he has never been touched like this.

James pulls his cheeks apart. He kisses the spot where his spine ends and then spits. The wetness hits him and runs down between his cheeks. Regulus wishes he had a mirror so he could see James do it.

James leans in and flicks his tongue over his hole. Regulus’ breath hitches. James spreads the spit on him with his tongue. He circles his tongue around him. His fingers dig into his arse. James’ breath hits his skin, sending little shock waves up Regulus’ spine. He holds on to the pillow.

James circles his hole with his tongue, then licks over it. Regulus tries to keep up with the movements in the beginning but quickly loses himself to the feeling of it. His brain is blank and only James exists.

Regulus moans softly, cursing under his breath and whispering his name. James speeds up, gets slower again, teases him. He pulls back to suck on the inside of his thigh – which, though it makes Regulus moan, earns him a soft kick to the shoulder – and then goes back to his task, getting quicker again.

Regulus is shaking. His arms give out and he plants himself on James’ pillow.

“Fuck, James.” He moans and pushes back against James. He never wants this to end – but he needs James to fuck him. He wants all of him. He wants him everywhere. He has been dreaming about this for years.

James' tongue is replaced by a spit-slicked finger. Regulus bites his lip when James slowly pushes it in.

James thrusts his finger into him. His lips are everywhere on him. He kisses up his back and then his nape.

“Fuck me,” Regulus demands. He lifts his head so James can hear him clearly. “Fuck me, James.”

“Are you actually, physically capable of saying please?” James mumbles against his skin while kissing his shoulder.

“I don’t know. Never tried it,” Regulus whispers and pushes back against James. One finger isn’t enough. He wants James’ cock.

James chuckles against him and reaches for his bedside table to get a bottle of lube. “Do you think I could make you beg?”

Regulus laughs. “Today? No. But if you do it right, I will give you many chances to find out.”

James pulls out his finger. He kisses his back again and squirts some of the lube into his hand. Regulus again wishes for a mirror.

He wonders briefly whether his wandless magic is strong enough to either move this bed in front of the existing mirror in the room or to move the mirror in front of him so he can watch James. – his train of thought is quickly interrupted by James pushing two fingers back into him.

Regulus moans lowly and spreads his legs further.

“Fuck,” James curses lowly. He fucks him with his fingers. The thought makes Regulus almost blackout. “You’re everything I’ve always wanted. You’re fucking better than I dreamed.”

The words do strange things to Regulus’ heart. James is everything he’s always wanted, too.

There is a third finger soon and James’ voice by his ear. “You are so fucking gorgeous, Reggie.” James kisses his cheek.

Regulus turns his face to catch his lips. He would break his neck to kiss him. He doesn’t care.

“This what you fantasised about?” Regulus nips on his bottom lip. James makes another noise Regulus wants to make his own. “Having me in your bed like this asking you to fuck me?”

“You demand more than you ask,” James whispers, his eyes closed, and lips pulled into a smile, “I like it better.”

Regulus pushes back against James. “Then stop playing around and fuck me. When we have dinner tonight, I want to not be able to look at you without blushing. I will only be thinking about how you felt.”

James makes another variation of those noises Regulus claims for himself. He kisses his neck, hot and open-mouthed.

James pulls out his fingers. Regulus licks his lips at the sound of a condom being unwrapped and then the bottle of lube being uncapped. He pushes himself up on his forearms again.

James rubs his cock over Regulus’ hole. Regulus won’t beg, but he considers killing him.

James pushes into him. Regulus moans deeply and arches his back. James digs his fingertips into his hips. Regulus spreads his legs further and pushes back against James.

James stills when he is fully inside of him. He leans over him and kisses his back. Regulus fists the sheets, panting.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” James whispers. Regulus shudders when his breath hits his skin.

James pulls back and pushes his cock back into him. Regulus moans, loud and high-pitched. James starts thrusting into him drawing more quick noises out of him. Regulus arches his back further, shoving his hips back and meeting James’ thrusts eagerly.

“Fuck, Reggie,” James is panting, “Fuck, you’re so amazing, gods.”

A thin layer of sweat forms on Regulus’ forehead. He moans into the pillow. James’ hands slide over his back and into his hair. He pulls Regulus’ head up, tugging on the roots.

Regulus’s body rocks in time with James’ thrusts. Breathy moans fall from his lips.

James slows in his movement, much to Regulus’ dismay.

“Don’t fucking stop,” he mutters and pushes against him, fucking himself on James’ cock. James chuckles breathlessly.

“I just – ah, gods, Reggie – fuck, I want to look at you. Turn around.”

James pulls out of him. Regulus considers not doing it just to be petty – he deserves that simply for the way the wish makes Regulus fucking boneless. How dare he be perfect and make him feel like this, really?

Regulus rolls on his back, parting his legs again so James is between them. James takes his time looking him up and down. He runs his hands down Regulus’ legs and then puts one of them on his shoulder, lifting his arse.

“Yes, fuck me, James.”

James kisses his ankle and then pushes into Regulus again. He groans lowly, praising Regulus’ beauty. Regulus strokes his own cock to James' thrusts. James has his eyes closed, one hand on Regulus’ hip. He looks like a dream, towering over Regulus. He needs to kiss him again.

Regulus digs the heel of his foot into James’ shoulder in an effort to pull him toward him. James opens his eyes and smirks at him. He leans down and Regulus wraps his arms around his neck to kiss him sooner. James chuckles against his lips which earns him a well-deserved kick in the arse. He simply takes it as encouragement. He kisses Regulus deeply, holding on to the bedsheet and Regulus’ body. Regulus wraps his legs around James’ hips.

James leaves a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses on his skin. Regulus moans with his thrust and runs his nails over James’ back.

“Fuck, Regulus, I love the sounds you make,” James murmurs against his neck and then sucks a mark there.

James’ skin is burning under Regulus’ fingers. He closes his eyes, allowing himself to get lost in the feeling of James’ lips against his neck, his fingers against his skin, and his cock moving inside of him.

“Yes, James, just like that, don’t stop – oh gods, yes.” He moans breathlessly, James’ name dropping from his lips without his permission. His hand speeds up around his cock.

James kisses him again and Regulus scratches over his back when he comes between them. He pants heavily against James’ mouth. He opens his eyes at him, seeing James hovering above him, eyes closed and lost in pleasure. He moans his name. “Regulus” – in one quick breath. His moans cut him off while he chants his name, only getting out a “Reg” followed by “oh gods, yes!” Regulus rewards him by leaving gentle kisses along his jaw and his neck.

His thrusts become more erratic. The overstimulation keeps Regulus between pain and pleasure, lowly moaning with every motion.

James digs his fingertips into Regulus’ thigh when he comes. He rides out his orgasm in long, deep strokes, making Regulus whimper underneath him.

He finally comes to a halt, panting heavily. He looks down at Regulus, eyes dark. He smiles and presses a kiss on Regulus’ lips.

“Fuck,” he mutters as he rests his head on Regulus’ chest, “Just – fuck.”

Regulus chuckles and kisses the top of his head. He lets his legs fall open and James gently pulls out of him.

Regulus soothingly rubs his hand over James’ back. He may have left some scratch marks there.

“Was it… Was it good?” James asks.

Regulus laughs lowly. “I wish all the people who called you the epitome of coolness could hear you right now. Yes, James, incredibly good.”

James hums and kisses his chest. “Are you disappointed that I’m not quite the fuckboy I was at school?”

“Were you actually one at school?”

“Got around,” James shrugs, “Not out of my own volition though. They simply never wanted to stick around. And the ones I truly wanted didn’t want to give me the time of day.” He reaches out and pushes Regulus’ curls out of his face. “So, what about you? Will you stick around? Or will you break my silly little heart?”

Regulus pulls him up to kiss him softly. “I’ll try not to. How cruel would I be hurting kind James Potter on purpose? No, I’ll be cruel in other ways.”

“What ways?”

Regulus smirks. “I will devote my time to driving you crazy and making you horny at any given moment. Especially in front of your parents and my brother until you want to bend me over so badly you barely even care anymore they’re in the same room.”

James blinks rapidly at him. He looks like he forgot to breathe for a second. Regulus kisses his cheek, letting his lips linger there. James exhales deeply.

“I will die… and I will thank you for it.” James whispers breathlessly.

Regulus hums. “Maybe I’ll let you fuck me while I’m wearing my Slytherin tie.”

James makes a choked noise.

“Only the tie, of course,” Regulus whispers.

James presses his lips on his again, kissing him frantically. Regulus laughs against his lips.

“We should get up,” he whispers when James slides his lips over his neck again. “Your parents might come back any minute. Or Sirius, if he isn’t dead already.”

“Right,” James slowly sits up and looks down at Regulus’ naked body. “I need to take a new picture of you,” he mumbles thoughtfully.

“Why? You have the real thing just down the hall. Or isn’t that enough?”

James smiles dirtily. “Still, I’d like to have one – or twenty. You’re too beautiful to not be looked at for one moment.”

Regulus tries to tell himself that that’s such a stupid thing to say and it has absolutely no right to make him feel all gooey inside. So, he just sits up, gathers his clothes from the ground and kisses James’ cheek.

“We’ll see,” he says, stands up and walks out to take a shower, knowing very well that James is staring after him.

Chapter Text

Regulus is brutal.

James is in love.

It’s been two weeks since he and Regulus slept with each other for the first time. James has not known peace since – and he is so fucking happy about it.

Regulus eye-fucks him at any given moment. He slides his rings off and on his long fingers, plays with his curls, and keeps biting and licking his lips while maintaining eye contact with James. He does his best to drive him crazy with his little antics, especially with Sirius in the room.

James always goes on a morning run before breakfast. Sirius is still asleep when he leaves and when he comes back home, his parents and Sirius are up and preparing breakfast. Their little night owl is usually still fast asleep.

This morning, he comes back a bit sooner than usual, greets his parents, and then slips into the shower upstairs.

He spent a few hours of last night with Regulus. He never goes to bed before one in the morning, so James slipped out of bed after Sirius fell asleep and disturbed Regulus’ nightly reading for a while.

It is all the more surprising, to find Regulus awake in the hallway when James comes out of the bathroom.

His curls are handsomely tousled. He is still wearing his sleeping clothes: a shirt and tight, black pants (though James knows he spent a considerable amount of last night utterly naked.)

James is only wearing a towel and Regulus looks him slowly up and down. He starts at his legs, taking his sweet time, trailing up over the towel to his hips, his stomach, his chest and shoulders until he finally looks up at his face and locks eyes with him.

James can feel heat creeping up his body. Regulus lets his eyes travel back down to James’ exposed body and slowly bites his bottom lip. James’ brain immediately supplies him with a picture of those lips around his cock. He swallows heavily.

Regulus is so fucking sexy. Every inch of him is perfect - but those eyes! James has been mesmerized by his eyes for years. The girls and boys at Hogwarts have always been obsessed with Sirius Black’s looks. His bright grey eyes and long black hair, the punk-rock attitude. “His eyes are like diamonds” girls used to swoon.
James has always preferred Regulus’ eyes. They are slightly darker, like graphite. He looks like drawn with a pencil, an artwork through and through.

Now, for two weeks, those eyes have been on him.

Regulus slowly drags his tongue over his bottom lip. James needs to kiss him, now. He needs to push him against the wall, and kiss and nip at those lips. He wants to kiss him everywhere, and he wants Regulus to watch him with those eyes the way he does right now.

The door across from the bathroom opens and Sirius steps out. “Hey, mate, done in there?”

James tears his eyes away from Regulus to look at his friend. Sirius is looking at him with a quizzical look.

“Hm? Yeah, done.”

Sirius nods. “Morning, Reggie, what are you doing already up?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he says, not looking away from James.

Sirius shrugs and goes to the bathroom.

James shakes his head and crosses the space between him and Regulus.

“You’re going to get us caught.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re eyefucking me right in front of him. If you keep undressing me with your eyes all the time, I’m going to catch a cold.”

Regulus smirks. “Oh no. Maybe you should slip back into my bed to warm up.”

James wants to. He wants to grab him and pull him right back into bed. He swallows heavily and turns around to go to his room. Regulus follows him.

“You’re impossible,” James says and sits down on his bed. “And fucking beautiful. I was looking forward to waking you up.”

“Hm, kinky.”

“Not like that,” James says quickly, his face heating up again at the insinuation.

“Like what? I didn’t say anything. What did you think about?” He slowly comes over to the bed and threads his fingers through James’ wet hair. He leans down and murmurs, “What dirty fantasies are you cooking up again? Waking me up with that big cock of yours? Fucking me awake?”

James, remembering his parents downstairs and his lover’s older brother across the hall, tries to regain control over his breathing. “That sounds very disrespectful and non-consensual.” He clears his throat.

Regulus hums and kisses his cheek. “I’d let you do it.”

James breathes the wrong way and ends up in a coughing fit, which only makes Regulus laugh at him and press a kiss to the top of his head.

The bathroom door is opened and closed, and Regulus quickly steps away from James before Sirius comes back into the room.

Without a word, Regulus walks past his brother and back to his own room.

“What did Reggie want?” Sirius asks and grabs a necklace from his bedside table.

“Oh, nothing. He was looking for something.”

“Yeah? What?”

James, with all his blood busy rushing to his cock instead of his brain, blanks. “A book.”

Sirius stops and looks at him with raised eyebrows. “A book. In here?”

“Mark. A bookmark. He was asking whether I had one left for him. I guess our night owl stayed up reading again and needs to start a new book now.”

Sirius looks at him and then shrugs, seemingly buying the story. Good that James is fucking the smarter brother.

“Hey, could you get out while I get dressed?”

Sirius snorts. “What? Why? James, there’s nothing I haven’t seen yet.”

“I know… still.”

“Are you okay? Why so modest suddenly? Did you do a weird shave and don’t want me to see? Is it worse than when you shaved an L down there?”

James cringes. “You promised to never bring it up again.”

“It was too funny. Come on, stop being a bitch, get dressed. Effie’s waiting.”

“Get out,” – there is simply no way James can explain why he is half hard after Regulus was in the room.

Sirius rolls his eyes at him and fastens a bracelet around his wrist. “Years of dick-measuring contests and group wanking, and now I am thrown out of my own bedroom. Wow. Are you afraid, I suddenly find your cock irresistible and try to fuck you? Moony has always had the biggest and he’s like ten times hotter than you.”

“Okay, first of all, he may be longer, but mine is thicker. Some prefer that.” – your brother, for example, James is sane enough not to add.

 “Yeah, yeah, Mr Monster Dick. Whoever gets dicked down by you is lucky, I admit that. But I have Moony, so I’m always luckier.” Sirius slides a last ring on his finger. “There, all done. Now I leave you and your bottle of a dick alone.”

“Thanks, wanker.”

Sirius winks at him and leaves the room.

In the afternoon, James’ parents are out in the village. It is pleasantly warm outside. Not too hot to melt on the spot, but the sun shines brightly and a small breeze washes over you in waves during sunbathing.

James lies on a sun lounger on the terrace, only wearing bathing shorts. He has his eyes closed and relaxes in the sun until a shadow comes over him.

He opens his eyes and finds Regulus with a smirk on his face in front of him.

“Hey,” James whispers and reaches for his hand.

“Hey. Sirius just left. Furntiure shopping with Remus.”

James leads Regulus’ hand to his lips and kisses his fingers.

“Hm, Love, what will we do now, all alone?”

Regulus hums and pulls his hand back. He takes off his shirt and sits down on the edge of the lounger.

“Sun Bathing,” Regulus says simply and grabs the sunscreen from the ground.

“You hate the sun,” James points out but sits up and takes the sunscreen.

“Do I?”

“Yes, my little night owl,” he kisses his shoulder. “But I do enjoy seeing you like this out here.”

“You always enjoy seeing me like this.”

James grins and spreads the sunscreen over Regulus’ back. He rubs it into his skin in circles. He is so beautiful, every inch of him.

“You were so mean this morning at breakfast.”

“Was I? I didn’t do anything.”

“You kept teasing me with your feet while I sat right next to your brother.”

“Oh, right, that,”

James can hear the grin in his voice. He rubs the sunscreen into Regulus’ shoulders and his nape. “Done.”

Regulus pushes James down on the lounger and straddles his hips.

“Did I make you hard over breakfast?” Regulus smirks when James starts lathering his hands with more sunscreen.

“You know you did. In front of my parents, too. I’m starting to think you want to kill me.”

“Maybe that is my goal. I’ll kill you, then my brother, then inherit all the money from your and my family.”

James rubs the sunscreen into Regulus’ chest. He holds his gaze while rubbing over Regulus’ nipple. Regulus bites his lip. “What will you do with all that money?”

“I’ll buy a small castle and spend the rest of my life reading, learning, collecting art, and drinking expensive wine.”

“Sounds amazing. I’ll come back as a ghost and haunt your castle.”

“Can you fuck a ghost?”

“I don’t know. Better don’t risk it and don’t kill me.”

Regulus smirks. “You like it when I try though.”

James runs his hands over Regulus’ stomach. He adjusts his position and gently rubs himself against James’ crotch.

“And you like to see me squirm. Fucking sadist,” James grins and rubs more sunscreen into Regulus' left arm until he gets to his fingers and kisses them.

“It runs in the family.”

James takes his other arm, making sure to apply the sunscreen slowly, savouring every second he is allowed to touch him.

Regulus places his hands on James’ chest, looking him up and down and licking his lips. James grabs his hips and pushes him down on his crotch.

Regulus smirks and leans down to him. His face hovers over James’s. He holds his gaze when he rocks their bodies together. All the blood rushes from his brain to his cock in an instant. He pulls Regulus down on him and kisses him hard.

Regulus’ lips part against his and he slides their tongues together. Regulus rocks his body against him. He shoves a hand between them and into James’ shorts. James has one hand on Regulus’ neck and slides it up into his hair, moaning lowly when Regulus grasps his cock.

“Fuck,” James murmurs against Regulus’ lips, “Shit, Reggie, wait.”

Regulus pulls back a few inches so he can look at James.

“What if the neighbours see us?” James whispers. Regulus simply smirks and resumes pumping James’ cock.

“Then give them a good show,” he whispers.

James’ eyes go wide. “Oh my god, you’re so… fuck.”

Regulus chuckles and kisses him again. He slides his lips along James’ jaw and kisses his neck.

“Fuck, here in the garden, really?” James mumbles. Regulus’ hand on his cock, and his lips against his neck make the question seem laughably unimportant. He wants him anywhere, anytime.

“Your cock seems to like the idea,” Regulus purrs into his ear and kisses a spot underneath it.

“Of course, it does. My cock is stupid,” James mumbles and thrusts his hard cock up into Regulus’ fist. “Fuck it, yeah, I’ll fuck you right here.”

Regulus laughs lowly and crashes their lips together again. James grabs his arse, drawing an encouraging noise from him.

James shoves his hands into Regulus’ shorts and digs his fingertips into his cheeks. He loves groping all the soft and fleshy parts of him – his thighs, his sides, his bottom.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” James groans. Regulus slides his lips along his neck. “Do we have lube here?”

“I brought some,” Regulus says quickly and reaches down next to the lounger.

James stares at the bottle and laughs. “Of course, you brought some. You knew this would work.”

Regulus smirks and leans over him, so that some of his curls fall out of place. “Yes, you can’t resist me.”

James reaches up and wraps one of the curls around his finger, pulling Regulus’ face down to him on it. “I really can’t.” He kisses him playfully and takes the lube from him.

He unbuttons Regulus’ shorts and spreads the lube over his fingers. He reaches for Regulus' cock, drawing a low moan from him. He reaches around him with his other hand and slides his fingers between his cheek until he can rub against his hole.

Regulus has one arm around James’ neck, kissing his cheek and his shoulder, siding his tongue against a little mark he left on his skin. He moans James’ name against his neck and pushes back against him.

James slips his finger in. He loses his mind a little every time Regulus moans into his ear when he does this. He is so fucking gorgeous. Every noise out of his mouth makes James’ brain go blank. He moves his finger inside of Regulus, only listening to his lover’s quiet affirmation and encouragement. Regulus runs his fingernails across James’ nape and buries his hand in his hair. James is lucky he has always had good coordination, so he can jerk Regulus’ cock while opening him up. James pushes a second finger inside and Regulus arches his back in that particularly sexy way that makes James downright stupid.

“Yes, fuck, Jamie, do it more, gods. Don’t stop,” Regulus moans and leaves a trail of hot kisses on James’ neck, down his collarbone to his chest. Both of their bodies are hot from the summer sun shining down on them.

Regulus calls him Jamie again, whispering it into his chest and rubbing their cocks together between them. Regulus is the only person besides his mum, who calls him Jamie. He only does it like this – whispering and moaning during private intimacy. James isn’t sure he even notices doing it but he is absolutely in love with how that nickname sounds out of Regulus’ mouth. He is downright obsessed with the fact that Regulus – who sometimes calls his own brother Sirius Orion III – gives him a nickname.

James needs to pull him back up to kiss his lips. He’s so fucking in love with him. He never wants to be without him again.

Regulus kisses him deeply, moaning into his mouth with every thrust of James’ fingers.

He finally breaks the kiss again to push at his shorts. “Off - off with this,” he mutters and rids them both of their remaining clothes. He crawls back on top of him in all his naked glory, flawless pale skin from head to toe – James wants to own every particle of his body and every area of his brain. He wants to own every tone of his voice and every fleck of colour in his eyes – and he wants to never let go of him.

James sits up and kisses Regulus’ chest, his shoulder and his neck until he can reach his lips again, hungry and panting. Regulus laughs into his mouth.

“Are you going to fuck me even thoughyour neighbours can see?” Regulus whispers and rocks their bodies together.

“Yes, fuck yes, I don’t care, I just want to have you.”

“Good. Let them know you have me, want me. Especially that girl next door who eye-fucks you every morning when you come home from your run.”

James has no idea who Regulus is even talking about. He doesn’t have eyes for anyone but him. He lies back on the lounger and pulls Regulus with him. He puts his hands on Regulus’ hips and grinds him down against his cock.

“Fuck me,” Regulus murmurs. He runs his nails over James’ skin and an idea sparks in his head.

“Say please.”

Regulus pulls back slightly and looks at him. James smirks.

“I won’t beg.”

“I think you will. I won’t fuck you if you don’t ask nicely.” He slides his hand over Regulus’ hip to his arse and rubs his finger against his hole again. “Hm, Love, say please.”

Regulus’ eyes flutter shut at the contact. He lies down on him again and bites playfully into his shoulder. “Don’t be cruel, that’s my job,” he mumbles, “Fuck me.”

James chuckles and kisses his cheek. He takes the lube again and coats his dick in it.

“Fuck me,” Regulus demands, “Come on, Jamie. I want you to shove your cock into me.”

Regulus knows what those words do to him, especially when Regulus murmurs them against him. But no, he won’t until Regulus says please.

“You’ve wanted to do it since this morning, I know it.”

“Love, I’ve wanted to do it since I left your bed last night. But I’ve wanted to hear you say please since the first time.”

Regulus rocks his body against his again. “Fuck me.”

James only kisses his cheek again and teasingly presses his fingers into him.

“Oh gods, James, come on, stop playing around.” He rubs his cock against James' stomach.

James pulls out his fingers and grasps his cock, teasing him with the tip. Regulus moves back against him.

“Jamie,” Regulus moans where he buried his face against his neck when James rubs his tip against his hole, refusing to push in. “Fuck, Jamie, please.”

James holds his cock steady and slowly pushes Regulus down on him, moaning lowly when he is finally inside of him again.

“Fuck, yes,” Regulus pants, “Yes, please fuck me, Jamie.”

James doesn’t need to be told again. He thrusts his hips up, fucking into Regulus from below.

A string of high-pitched moans, “yes” and James’ name falls from his lips. He sits up a bit, places his hands on James’ chest, and starts riding him properly.

He has his eyes closed, moaning and cursing above him. James’ hands wander over his body, playing with a nipple or guiding his hips.

“Reggie, kiss me,” James murmurs. Regulus comes back down to him and kisses him, moans getting lost in the mess of lips and tongues.

James just registered the sound of the back door when suddenly –

“James?!” his mother’s voice comes out of nowhere.

Both boys still at once and look up.

Euphemia Potter stands in front of them, white as a ghost, and her hands slapped together in front of her mouth.

“Mum!” James can only exclaim.

Euphemia quickly turns away. “Oh gods, boys, what on- Get dressed at once and inside with you, both of you!” with that she goes back inside, holding her hand at the side of her face to not accidentally look at them again.

James pulls out of Regulus and sits up. The poor boy seems frozen on top of him.

“Fuck, shit, fuck,” James curses while grabbing for their clothes on the ground. “Fuck, what are we suppsoed to say now?”

“What do you mean say?” Regulus hisses. “I will never say a word to her again in my life. I will never even set a foot back into that house.”

“What’s your plan?”

“I’ll drown myself in your neighbour’s pool.”

The idea doesn’t seem so bad. Anything is better than ever looking his mum in the eyes again. Still, they don’t really have a choice. She was bound to find out at some point...

“We have to tell her something. Or nothing at all, we’ll just apologise and go upstairs.”

“James, your mother just caught you with your cock up my arse. I’ll drown myself in the pool. That wasn’t a joke.”

James shudders at his words. His cock is dead for the day. He might never get it up again in his life.

Not only that his mum caught him having sex, but she also caught him having semi-public sex in her sun lounger with the boy she dotes on like a son.

James genuinely considers Regulus’ plan at this point.

“You’re good at memory charms aren’t you?”

“You want me to alter your mum’s memory?” Regulus hisses, then nods, “Actually, that might be our only option. Can you climb the wall, smash my window and get my wand?”

James looks up towards Regulus’ window. Maybe...

The backdoor opens an inch and James’ father’s voice appears now. “Boys, do come inside, please.”

Both his parents know. James wishes he could drop dead.

James looks at Regulus who vehemently shakes his head.

“We have to,” James whispers.

“I’d literally rather kill both of us.”

“Hey, you wanted it out here, now you’ll have to bear the consequences.”

“Me? As if you didn’t lie out here half naked hoping I’d come out to fuck you.”

“Okay, fair, it’s both of our fault. Now at least come inside with me.”

“Not in a million years.”

James sighs, then grabs Regulus’ wrist and drags him inside. The backdoor leads into the kitchen.

Euphemia is still unhealthily pale and Fleamont is making tea.

At first, Regulus tries to wind his wrist out of James’ grip but when they are face to face with his parents, he instead opts for grabbing for his hand and then shuffling behind James.

Euphemia takes a deep breath and then looks at her son.

“Mum-“

“In the garden. Really, James?”

“I’m sorry. We’re sorry.”

“The neighbours could have seen you.”

“I know.”

Fleamont puts a cup of tea in front of his wife. “Effie, calm your nerves. The boys are eighteen, of course they try themselves out.”

Euphemia gives him a look that clearly states she disagrees. James thinks he might pass out soon if he doesn’t get to leave. Regulus squeezes his hand. He is still hiding behind him.

Euphemia inhales the steam from her tea. “Okay. Then explain yourselves. Why did you keep this secret from us? You two being… what are you?”

Good question. James clenches his jaw. He doesn’t know what they are. And Regulus surely won’t say a word.

With every second of silence, the look on Euphemia’s face turns even unhappier. “James Fleamont Potter do not tell me you – no, I won’t even say it. That is your best friend’s little brother, James.”

James half turns to Regulus. “Could you please say something?” he whispers.

Regulus stares up at him, clearly only seeing silence and homicide as options.

James turns back to his mother. “It’s not just… that, mum. But, please for the love of everything, don’t tell Sirius about it.”

“He doesn’t even know?”

“Of course, he doesn’t. He’d kill me, mum. And then Regulus would kill him. And sure, he’d get a nice life and a castle out of it, but is that really that what you want?”

Euphemia throws up her hands over her head. “You have to tell him. Both of you. Regulus, I can see you, and you have to tell your brother. And sort out whatever this is. And not get intimate in my garden ever again. – And you better use protection!”

“Yes, mum,” James whispers.

“Good. Now, you may go upstairs.”

James nods shortly and carefully looks up. He locks eyes with Fleamont. His father is smiling at him from behind his teacup, slowly shaking his head while suppressing a chuckle. “You still owe me 20 galleons, Effie my darling.”

James presses his lips together and pulls Regulus out of the kitchen and upstairs. He doesn’t stop or slow down until he brought them into Regulus’ bedroom and closed the door.

“If I jump out of that window, do you think I’ll find the sweet release of death?” Regulus asks from where he let himself fall on his bed.

“Probably not. You’ll just break some bones and have Sirius and mum fussing over you.”

Regulus hums. “Not worth it. Now, go away and let me die in peace.” He slips beneath his blanket and pulls it over his head.

James locks the door twice before joining Regulus under the blanket. “Let me die with you. We can look for a castle to haunt together.”

“How romantic,” Regulus mutters and pushes his hands over his face.

James scoots closer to him and pushes his lips against Regulus’ cheek. “Reggie… what are we?”

Regulus stops breathing for a moment.

“You know I have a crush on you. I told you I fancy you… you never told me what will happen with this. I mean, I’ll move out soon… what then?”

Regulus exhales slowly. His eyes are closed. James looks at his profile, the line of his nose, the dips and curves of his lips and chin.

Why is he asking this? Is he stupid? This boy is breathtakingly beautiful, intelligent, and witty and James can call himself lucky that he gets to have him in the ways he does. It is very on-brand for him and his relationships – he has always ruined shit for himself by going too hard and wanting too much too soon.

He braces himself for the rejection. He has waited for this since finding Regulus in his bed with the picture and the tie.

“I could visit you in your flat,” Regulus mumbles.

James’ heart is banging through his chest. Regulus wraps his hands around James’ arm and drapes it over his body. James hugs him tightly.

He is so fucking in love with him. He has been in love for years. He has wanted to be with him for so long, but he never thought he’d ever get the chance.

“You remember when we first met?” James whispers. “Sirius told me a lot about you. It was the time you didn’t speak for two years – not one word. He was worried about you, but he told me so much, I couldn’t wait to meet you. I tried all year to make you say something. You wouldn’t utter a word, only stared at me with those big, grey eyes of yours. You had more freckles.”

Regulus hums, a small smile playing on his lips. “You made me laugh.”

“I was insanely proud of myself. It sounded so nice, your laugh. I was yours ever since.”

Regulus frowns. “You were in love with Lily. Sang songs about it and danced on the tables in the Great Hall for her all the time.”

“Yes. I didn’t know where to sort my affection for you in all of that yet. I’d sing and dance in front of all our friends for you, too.”

Regulus smiles and leans deeper into James. He breathes him in and wraps his arms tightly around Regulus.

They lie entangled in each other for a few minutes.

“What do you think how Sirius will react to this?” James asks quietly.

“Oh, he will definitely kill you. You remember my friend Barty? When Sirius found out we did it, he hexed his front teeth to grow so much he – and I quote – ‘can never get his mouth near my little brother again.’ Sirius is insane.”

“He’s protective of you. That’s admirable.”

“No, protective is what he did for me at home. Hurting people who I like is insane. He said it’s because he doesn’t want my heart to be broken or me to get hurt, but I think he just wants to live his dramatic-protective-older brother fantasies. … I should probably tell him alone. … But not now.”

“When?”

“When he moved in with Remus and doesn’t have the chance to kill you in your sleep anymore.”

“Good idea. Thanks.” He kisses the top of his head, and they stay underneath the blanket until Sirius comes home.

***

2 weeks later

Regulus comes downstairs to make himself a new glass of iced tea. James is standing in the kitchen already, leaning against the kitchen island, snacking on the fresh strawberries from Euphemia’s garden.

“Your mum’s going to be upset if you eat them all.”

James startles and almost drops the bowl. “Reggie, shit, don’t scare me like that. I thought you were her.”

Regulus smirks and comes around the kitchen island to him. “You know she hates it when you eat them straight from bowl with your fingers.”

“My mum has known me for nineteen years now. She should know better than letting them stand around where I can find them.”

“Hm, we all know how you can’t keep your hands to yourself,” Regulus murmurs and runs his finger down James’ arm. “Any left for me?”

James takes one of the halved strawberries and holds it up to him. – An action he clearly didn’t think through. Regulus holds his gaze while eating the berry from his fingers. James bites down on his lip, just staring at him. Regulus takes his hand and kisses his fingertips, sucking on one of the digits. James swallows thickly. He quickly puts the bowl with the strawberries away and pulls Regulus against him.

“You’re killing me,” James whispers and gives Regulus just enough time to smirk before crashing their lips together.

James tastes like strawberries and sugar. Regulus laughs into the kiss and flicks his tongue against his lips. He pushes his thigh between James’ legs and against his crotch. James makes one of those pretty noises Regulus loves and pulls him closer.

“Fuck,” he curses and kisses Regulus’ cheek. He leans his head to the side and James at ones attacks his neck. “You are so gorgeous. I need you so badly, I feel like I didn’t have you in a week.”

“Five days,” Regulus points out.

Neither Sirius nor James’ parents left the house much the last two weeks – especially not his parents and James apparently becomes impotent as long as his mum is in the same house as him. Five days ago, they went to James’ new flat which he is set to move into by the end of the month to ‘put some furniture together’ - which means, James put the bed together half naked, and Regulus watched while drinking iced tea and then fucked him on the floor (he didn’t trust the bed to hold).

“Your parents won’t be home until tonight, where is Sirius?”

“Garage, working on that motorbike.”

“That will take some hours, right?”

“Hopefully,” James murmurs and slides their lips together again. He pushes his fingers into Regulus’ curls.

The backdoor opens and Regulus and James quickly drive apart. Sirius whistles while walking in. Regulus quickly steps away and busies himself with his iced tea.

“Hey, Reggie, came out of your cave?”

Regulus looks back at his brother. He has his hair in a bun and black oil smeared on his cheek and his arms.

“You’ve got something on your face.”

Sirius rolls his eyes. “Give me some of that iced tea, yeah? It’s fucking hot out there.”

Regulus doesn’t have patience for his brother and his unnecessary observations. He needs to tear James’ clothes off, fuck him, and then get some cuddles and some snogging in if he’s lucky.

“How’s the bike coming?” James asks and clears his throat.

“Good. She’s absolutely beautiful and drives so majestically – it’s unbelievable. I’m this close to make it fly.”

James is still leaning against the kitchen island with his back to Sirius. Regulus quickly glances down at the obvious bulge in James’ jeans.

Regulus places himself next to him and pushes a glass of iced tea over the island to Sirius. Then he drops his hand down to James’ crotch in a way Sirius can’t tell what he’s doing.

Sirius empties the glass in one go and sighs. “So good. The food in this house really makes me want to stay.”

“Remus would be lucky not having to live with you.”

“Wanker. Moony loves me.”

“A mystery for the ages.”

“It’s because I’m amazing,” Sirius insists. “And you will miss me once I’m gone.”

“Will I?”

“Yes, you love me, Reggie. I know it.”

Regulus hums and palms James through his trousers.

“Well, you have until the end of the week to think of an adequate emotional response to my leaving,” Sirius smirks.

“A what?”

“Emotional response, Reggie. Emotions.”

“Doesn’t ring a bell.”

James smirks and shakes his head. “I’ll miss having both of you around.”

“I’ll miss you, too,” Sirius grins. “See, Reggie, that’s an appropriate response to your brother moving out.”

“Yes, James is always appropriate. We can’t all be so virtues,” Regulus says and rubs his hand against James’ boner. “Don’t you have things to do? Making that bike fly or something?”

“Yeah, end of the break I guess. James, do you want to come with me and see her?”

“Oh, sorry, no, I’m… I think I’ll lie down a bit. I’m tired.”

“Tired? It’s noon.”

“Yes. Perfect time for a nap.”

“Okay,” Sirius shrugs, “Dream of me.” With that, he leaves the kitchen. James quickly moves behind Regulus and pushes him against the kitchen island.

“What is it with you and making me hard in front of your brother?”

“You’d know if you could see your face,” Regulus smirks. “It’s simply too funny.”

James presses his crotch against Regulus’ arse and kisses his neck.

“Gods, I need to have you, Reggie.”

Regulus pushes back against him and bares his neck so he can kiss him. “Right here? Want to bend me over the counter and take me?”

James sucks on Regulus’ neck and rocks their bodies together. “Fuck, once I’m in my new flat I will fuck you on every surface I can. Then I’ll make love to you, cook a nice dinner for you and give you a drawer in my wardrobe so you can stay over anytime you want.”

Regulus’ heart about leaps out of his chest. He turns in James’ arms and kisses him passionately. He loves this man so fucking much. His words make his knees weak, and his insides feel warm and fuzzy.

A young, fourteen-year-old side of Regulus wants to simply kiss him, lie in his arms and listen to him whispering those things for hours. An older, desperately horny side that has spent way too much time watching James doing things half-naked wants to give in to his weak knees, rip James’ clothes off and reward him.

Regulus drops his hands to James’ trousers and unbuttons them.

“Not here,” James murmurs against his lips, “I don’t want to be caught again, especially not by your brother.”

Regulus chuckles and kisses the tiny mole under James’ right ear. “Good thinking because I want to suck your cock right now.”

James drops his hands to Regulus’ arse and pulls him against him.

“You like that? Hm, that’s what you want, Jamie? See me on my knees in front of you with my lips around your cock?”

“Fuck, Reggie,” James moans. He grabs Regulus’ jaw and presses the pad of his thumb down on Regulus’ lip.

Regulus smiles and kisses his fingertip. “I know how much you love seeing me like that. Me with your cock down my throat. Your hand in my hair.”

James makes a soft whimpering noise, staring down at his lips.

“You love it when I let you come in my mouth, don’t you? When I swallow your load and it drips down my lips?”

James’ eyes flutter shut. His erection presses against Regulus’ leg through their clothes. Regulus has him exactly where he wants him.

He leans and softly kisses his cheek. “Do you want to come on my face this time, Jamie? Shoot your cum all over it?”

James opens his eyes again and stares at him. Regulus slowly licks over his lips. James’ breath hitches.

“Fucking hell, Reggie. And you called my fantasies about you dirty. I’ll do anything you want, Love.” He kisses him and pulls him against his body. “We should go upstairs, though. Now, immediately, please.”

James grabs his hand and quickly pulls him upstairs. Regulus is laughing while running upstairs with him. James pulls him into his bedroom and kisses him again.

Regulus pushes James against his desk. He pulls James’ jeans open.

“At first I’ll suck your cock, make you come on me, and then I let you bend me over this desk and fuck me.” Regulus growls into his skin and kisses his neck.

James moans lowly and impatiently pushes his jeans and pants down.

Regulus chuckles and pecks his lips before sinking down to his knees. He wraps his hand around James’ hard cock and starts stroking him slowly. He kisses the deer head tattoo on his hip.

He looks up at James and darts his tongue out to lick the tip. James grabs the edge of the desk. Regulus swirls his tongue around the head and wraps his lips around him. He squeezes at the base and slowly takes more of his cock into his mouth.

He takes him in deeply and hollows his cheeks, swallowing around him.

“Oh my god,” James moans and pushes his fingers into Regulus’ curls.

Regulus pulls back up and slides his lips along his length. He uses his hand to jerk him off and sucks one of his balls into his mouth. James gently pushes his face into his crotch. Regulus loves it when he forgets himself and his Gryffindor virtues a bit.

He pulls back from his balls and drags his tongue up James’ cock until he reaches the tip again. He dips his tongue into the slit and sucks on the head.

“Fuck, Reggie,” James moans above him and pulls his hair.

Regulus’ own cock starts calling for attention, but he puts his focus on James’ pleasure for now. Regulus slides James’ cock back past his lips, one hand around the base, and the other playing with his balls. He sets a fast pace, letting his cock slide in and out of his mouth, sucking on the tip and swirling his tongue around it.

Regulus’ lips and chin are wet, and spit is dripping from James’ cock. Regulus is hard in his trousers, trying to find some kind of friction against the fabric.

James is messing up Regulus’ hair, moaning breathlessly above him.

“Oh Gods, Reggie, yes, just like that.” Regulus looks up at him. James whimpers at the eye contact. “Fuck me, you look so fucking gorgeous like this. Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Regulus moans around James’ cock. He wasn’t playing around before, he wants James to come on his face. He wants James to fucking own him and keep him. He wants to be his. He wants to have this man’s arms around him forever and wear the marks of his love on his skin.

He doesn’t care others may find it humiliating. He is too far gone for James to care.

Regulus slips James’ cock out of his mouth. He strokes his length and swirls his tongue around the tip. James watches him, his hand buried in his hair, keeping him in place.

James comes with a loud moan, shooting his load over Regulus’ lips and his cheek. Regulus closes his eyes, feeling the wetness hitting his skin. His cock is aching in his trousers.

“Fuck, Reggie,” James pants and takes his cock into his hand, rubbing the tip against his cheek and then his lips. Regulus chuckles and licks his cock clean, tasting and swallowing him.

He looks up at him when he’s done. James looks absolutely mesmerized by him. “You are so beautiful. Fuck, seeing you like this should be illegal.”

Regulus smirks. “You’ve always been a rulebreaker at heart.”

James laughs breathlessly. He drags his thumb over Regulus’ cheek and pushes it past his lips so he can lick up more of his cum.

“Holy shit, you’re gonna get me hard again like this. Come here, let’s clean you up and then I’ll take care of you.”

Regulus looks down at the obvious bulge in his trousers.

The door to the room opens suddenly, making them both look up in horror. Regulus quickly pulls James’ pants back up and James helps him stand up – to no avail, really, because Sirius is standing in the door now, staring at them.

“What the- What the fuck?!”

“Sirius, mate, it – it’s not what you think,” James pants, panic clear in his voice. Regulus has his face turned away, having no intention of letting his brother know about this particular kink (or any detail of his sex life). He pulls up his shirt and tries to clean his face off with it.

“It’s not what I think? Oh, that’s good because I just thought I caught my brother kneeling in front of your cock, mate.”

James swallows audibly.

“And I thought I saw your spunk on my baby brother’s face.” He makes a threatening step towards James.

“I can explain.”

“Run,” Sirius growls. James sets into motion at once, kicks his trousers away and dashes through the only way he knows – out of the window.

“James!” Regulus exclaims and looks after him out of the window. He is climbing along the front of the house. Regulus turns to his brother. “Sirius, calm down.”

“Calm down? Calm down?! I just walked in on my best friend violating my little brother and you tell me to calm down?”

“He didn’t violate me. Leave him alone, okay?”

“Absolutely not. I will fucking kill him and then you and I will have a stern talk about shagging my mates.” With that, he runs out of the room to chase James through the house.

“Sirius stop, you fucking wanker!” Regulus calls after him to no avail.

He sighs exasperated. He wants to throw something at someone – preferably a bomb, preferably at Sirius.

James and Sirius are yelling somewhere in the house, and then the noises shift to those of a dear and a dog, and Regulus wonders if he made a mistake with his choice of men. Probably.

He quickly slips into the bathroom and cleans himself up.

Afterwards, he sneaks down to the kitchen to get something to drink.

James and Sirius – now, human again – are in the living room. Regulus is quite sure he heard a vase break a few minutes ago.

“Gods, Sirius, please, calm down, listen to me – I didn’t do anything he didn’t want to, I swear!” James begs.

“He’s my little brother, James, how fucking dare you ever putting a hand on him? I’ll fucking rip you apart and feed you to your parents!”

“I couldn’t help it! Please, I swear I’ve tried but I can’t help my feelings.”

“You should have tried fucking harder! Do you think I’ll just watch how you ruin my brother? He’s not one of your flings from school, hopping from one to the other! You think he’s just some toy you can fuck and defile? He’s my brother and you’re supposed to be my brother, too!”

Regulus goes to the living room. Sirius has James crowded against a wall, his wand is pushed against his throat.

“I’m sorry, Sirius. Please, let me go. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you it’s just, I – I’m in love with him.”

Regulus’ heart skips a beat. Did he hear that correctly?

“What?” Sirius growls.

“I love him. I wouldn’t have given in if I wasn’t absolutely in love with him. I couldn’t help myself, please, I can’t fight this. I love him. I love him so much and I will never hurt him, I swear!”

Regulus blinks rapidly at the pair. James loves him. James is in love with him.

He knew that James found him hot, he knew James liked him and had a crush on him. But that he might feel exactly what Regulus feels for him? That James might want this beyond the physical? That James might actually be interested in him and not just indulging his sexual fantasies about him? Regulus didn’t think he could be so lucky. All his luck should have run out after finding out James likes him even a little.

Regulus clears his throat to get the men’s attention.

James stares at him and flushes deeply. He is still only in his shirt and pants, he must have lost his glasses somewhere, he is panting heavily, and absolute panic and embarrassment are written over his face.

“Reggie!” James exclaims. “You heard that – I didn’t mean – I,” he looks back at Sirius, “I mean, I did mean! I just…”

Regulus places his tea somewhere and comes over to him.

“You can just ignore what I just said. Please, I know I always ruin this stuff by being too intense too fast, I’m sorry, just ignore it. Please don’t leave me.”

Any person who ever told this man he was too much, should have to answer to Regulus, in his opinion. He isn’t too much. He is just right. Everything about him is just right for Regulus.

He ignores his brother still threatening James and softly kisses his lips when he reaches him.

“Regulus,” Sirius says sternly. “Stop this.”

Regulus simply smiles at James. “So, did you mean it or not?”

“Yes,” James whispers, not quite looking at him.

Regulus hums and kisses his cheek. “I love you, too.”

James’s eyes snap up at him.

Regulus pecks his lips again and turns around to his brother.

“Heard that? I love him. You can’t threaten him anymore. You swore it.”

Sirius stares back at his brother, suddenly remembering something. “Not really.”

“Yes, really. You swore it, Sirius.” Regulus shrugs.

Sirius growls low in his throat and removes his wand from James’ throat.

“Swore what?” James asks confused.

“After he hexed Barty I made him swear an unbreakable vow that if there is someone I’m genuinely in love with and who loves me, he will not threaten or hex him, or hurt him in any other way. Ever.”

“Oh, thank the gods,” James exclaims breathlessly. All the tension leaves his body, and he folds in on himself, sinking to his knees next to Regulus and wrapping his arms around his leg. “Oh, thank everything, I won’t die today.”

Sirius glares down at James and then looks up at Regulus again. “Him? You sure? Of all people, him.”

“Yes. Been sure for years.”

James presses his face into Regulus’ leg, thanking him quietly.

“Better not be too happy. The minute you hurt him that vow becomes powerless, and your days will be numbered.”

“I won’t hurt him,” James says earnestly, looking up at Sirius. “Are – Are we still friends?”

“You came on my baby brother’s face twenty minutes ago. We are absolutely no fucking friends for at least a week. I will now go wash my eyes with bleach, and for the future: I don’t want to see any intimacy between you two that is not kid-friendly. James, from now on it will be your job to make him happy – but without making me puke all over myself. Understood?”

“Yes, Sirius. Thank you.”

“I hate you so much right now. I will absolutely pay Moony to slap you across the face when he sees you next.” Sirius looks at his brother and simply nods at him once, before going back upstairs.

Regulus frees himself from James’ grip and sits down on the floor next to him. He pulls James back into his arms and kisses the top of his head.

“I love you,” James whispers. “Really, really love you so fucking much.”

“I love you, too.”

***

2 Months later

Regulus unlocks the door to James’ flat. He didn’t move in with James but still lives at the Potter House (Effie insisted that she would die of heartbreak if all three boys moved out at the same time). He owns two drawers in James’ wardrobe though and spends most of his weekend here until they go back to the Potter House for dinner on Sunday together.

He kicks off his shoes and quickly finds James in the living room.

“Hey, I didn’t hear you come in.”

Regulus hums and flings himself on James’ couch, resting his head in his lap.

“Hard day?”

“Just annoying,” Regulus shrugs, “The prospect of seeing you was the only thing that kept me from murdering someone today.”

James interlaces their fingers. “What are you in the mood for now? What can I do to make you feel better, hm?” He leads Regulus’ hand up to his mouth to kiss him.

Regulus smiles. “Dinner. Physical Touch. Tell me about your day. Sexy Times.”

Physical Touch is Regulus’ favoured way of asking his boyfriend for cuddles and kisses. It covers a rather broad area of non-sexual intimacy, but it usually means he wants to be held by James for an hour and just relax.

“In that particular order?”

“Not necessarily. You can tell me about your day before dinner.” Regulus adjusts his position on the couch. James grabs a pillow and a blanket for him to make him comfortable. He kisses the back of his hand again and tells him about his day, about healer training and lunch with Sirius and Remus.

He also finally got to develop the new pictures he took of Regulus. His favourite picture shows Regulus on this couch, smiling lovingly at James behind the camera. It is now placed in a pretty frame next to the bed, on James’ side.