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It was James' birthday, which of course meant a huge, school-wide party being thrown by the other Marauders. Ridiculous amounts of booze, far too many people crammed into the Gryffindor common room and blasting music.
Regulus was dragged there by Barty and Evan, begging him to come along with them and the rest of the group. Pandora's reassurances eventually made him reluctantly agree. There would be free booze and probably weed he could free his mind with. And he could leave if it was really that terrible.
Barty decided he would be dressing him, and Regulus couldn't be bothered to deny him. He showed him multiple outfit choices, all different to the way Regulus usually dressed. Much more casual, more skin shown. He chose the least different of the options- a black button up shirt, which Barty made sure was half unbuttoned, and some dark green trousers, simple but it worked.
The second they arrived, Regulus wanted to leave. He felt the bustle of the party was far too overwhelming, but still, he stayed. He drank, sticking by his friends who all mingled with others, listening more than anything. He was given half a joint and gratefully smoked it. Anything to force the party to fade, the music drumming in his ears.
After about an hour, he ended up being drunk. Incredibly so.
Suddenly, the party became suffocating. He needed to breathe. Needed to be away from the crowd for a moment so he stumbled out, up the stairs. He leant heavily against the wall at the top of the stairs. Quieter. The music faded a little, the chatter slightly quieter. No one touching him.
He stood himself upright, trying to stop using the wall as balance.
Regulus jumped, turning suddenly at the sound of a door slamming closed, and stumbled at the shock. He fell, his body clashing against another. They tumbled to the ground. It took him a moment to process what just happened with his mind scrambled by the mix of alcohol and weed he had ingested. He looked at whoever he had just fallen on top of and eyes widened. James fucking Potter. He struggled a little, trying to force his clumsy body to stand again, pulling away from the warmth of James' body.
"Merde." Regulus cursed, averting his eyes from the man laying on the floor still.
"Regulus? Shit.. you look…" His eyes trailed up and down, taking him in. Then they flick to his face quickly. "Uh, nevermind." Eyes turning away, he dragged himself up to standing again, swaying drunkenly, tugging his t-shirt back into its proper place.
"...what were you gonna say, Potter?" Regulus asked, words slurred slightly. His voice was slightly higher pitched due to his drunkenness. He leant against the wall again, eyeing James suspiciously.
"Uh… you just… I don't know, you look… good, I guess." James stuttered out, still averting his eyes.
"What?" The word fell from Regulus' mouth. He adjusted his shirt anxiously. "I… don't."
"What do you mean?" James asked incredulously, eyes returning to Regulus' gaze. "You are…" His eyes dragged over Regulus again, admiring. It sent a spike of anxiety through him and a dusting of pink over his face, "...gorgeous."
"First of all, no. Second of all, you are sober enough to remember who you're talking to, right?" Regulus replied, an eyebrow raised, the ghost of a smirk over his lips. James took a step closer. The music of the party thumped in the background, feeling in sync with Regulus' rapid heartbeat.
"I stand by what I said, and I don't care. I'm not allowed to compliment you because you're Sirius' brother?" James' words were slurred, slow, thick with something. His eyes watching, eyes that could hold universes.
"He'd probably say so."
"I don't care what he thinks. I care what you think. Can I compliment you?"
Regulus' brows furrowed. "Since when don't you care about Sirius' opinion?"
"Since I looked at you right now."
Regulus felt warmth over his face, and a bubbling feeling in his chest, in his throat. Not this again. Not this feeling. The feeling he gets every time James acknowledges his existence, but it's amplified now. It feels like more .
"Go sober up and flirt with some girl you actually like, Potter." He sneers a little, false dislike on his face. His act was awful. The drink made it harder to pretend. It's why he doesn't drink around others. Usually.
"I don't want some random girl. I want you." His eyes are filled with adoration and lust. His earlier stuttering gone, liquid courage in his system overtaking.
"No you don't." Rolling his eyes as he said it, Regulus shifts his weight. James' words sent pure emotion through his body, a soft tingling sensation.
"I do. I have... for a while." He confessed, eyes widening as he does. He clearly didn't mean to say that out loud.
James Potter, wanting him? Wanting Regulus, who was such a mess. How could someone who was practically positivity incarnate want someone like Regulus? Who oozes negativity as it's all he knows. It doesn't make sense.
"Don't fuck with me, Potter." He mumbles, turning away from James slightly. "I'm not a fucking whore. I don't sleep with every guy who offers it."
"I'm… I'm not fucking with you. I'm not just trying to… be just some guy. I'm just… I don't know… I don't even care if you do think I'm just a guy, I want you." James said softly, voice almost a whisper from how low it was. He felt so close, yet so far. His eyes staring into Regulus' soul. His hand clumsily reached up to the younger boy's face, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear. So gentle.
Regulus could feel every emotion he had ever suppressed about James for the past 4 years of knowing he exists crash down upon him all at once. Silver irises barely visable, his pupils dilate. His heart rate increased rapidly.
"Fuck it." He murmured, before dragging James' face down into a rough kiss, sudden and bruising, impulsively. In that moment, he was so glad he was drunk. So glad his foggy mind allowed him to do such a foolish thing.
His hands wrapped around James' head, one going through his hair. James gasped for a moment before returning the kiss just as aggressively and pinning Regulus against the wall, somehow both rough and soft at the same time.
James' hands went down, getting beneath Regulus' shirt and holding his waist. They part their lips to breath for a moment, foreheads together.
"Shit… This is wrong. We shouldn't do this." Regulus muttered drunkenly, lips still swollen with their kiss, the realization of what he just started lingering at the edge of his mind. They both panted softly, sharing the same air in the small space between them.
James' eyes were heavy with want, but he looked worriedly at Regulus for a moment.
"...yeah, I mean you're probably right but… then why does it feel so good?" He leant in again, kissing for a moment to prove his point before pulling back again. "If… if you want to stop… we can." He murmured, not showing any disappointment, just acceptance.
Regulus pulled him back into a kiss, even more passionate than before. He didn't care. Couldn't care. He needed James far too much to stop. And was far too intoxicated to think about the consequences.
Regulus' fingernails scratched down the back of James' neck softly. James' hands lingered at the waistband of Regulus' pants, both desperately kissing. Both needing each other.
James put his thigh between Regulus' legs, pulling away to watch and grinding it against his crotch gently. A slight bit of friction, testing. A groan escaped the younger's voice. James put a hand over his mouth. He turned his head to the right. Partygoers were still only just down the stairs. The music drowned it out mainly, but not if he was being so loud.
"Oh Merlin… I-" James mumbled out, trailing off, suddenly conscious of their situation.
"Pourquoi?" Regulus said, French slipping from his lips rather than English. He mouthed at James' neck, kissing softly and sucking light bruises into it. James groans and turns his head back, Regulus pulling his head back, and suddenly any worry he had was gone.
"Shit… You're gorgeous." He uttered when Regulus looked up at him, face blushing, lips swollen, pupils wide. All for James.
Regulus' eyes flickered away from James', and he mumbled, "I'm not." before grabbing James and pulling him into another bruising kiss, shifting his hips to grind against his thigh. He moaned into his mouth, nails digging into James for a moment.
"You're so… good at this…" James mumbled between kisses, barely able to catch his breath.
"Do you ever shut up?"
James sighs out a slight laugh. "No."
"Merde…" Regulus gasped as James pushed his leg against him a little harder. James kissed his neck, making Regulus tilt his head back for him. Then he bit, nibbling at first, slowly becoming harsher. He pulled back, tugging the bottom of Regulus' shirt up and over his head. He discarded the shirt beside them, uncaring.
He admired Regulus' bare torso for a moment, perfect and pale. His ribs noticeable through his skin. His hands roamed over his sides as they kiss, fumbling. Both could taste the alcohol on the other's tongue; James tasting like warm fire-whiskey and Regulus like pure vodka and wine. Intoxicating. They grab at eachother. Desperate. Needy.
That was until they heard footsteps. Regulus noticed first, the creaking of the stairs. They flew apart from eachother, trying to seem as if they weren't just in eachothers' mouths, as if the hickeys weren't there. James gave him a panicked glance, knowing that it was far to obvious what is going on.
Regulus grabbed his hand and pulled him into the nearest door he reached. A dorm. Empty, luckily. His eyes scan before realizing that it is actually James' dorm that he shares with Sirius, Lupin and Pettigrew. Pictures of the four of them decorating the walls. The two of them stood, panting, hand in hand, adrenaline and plenty of other hormones high.
Now safe from prying eyes, James pulls Regulus back towards him and kisses him again, desperate to keep going. He did his best not to just push Regulus to the floor right then and there, despite how much he wanted to.
Regulus kissed back, just as rough, the danger of almost being caught making everything just more enticing.
"This is... such a bad idea…" He groans out between kisses, James' thigh returning to its spot between Regulus' legs as he was pushed against the door.
James bit his neck for a moment, pulling away and looking at Regulus, who moaned. The pain turned to pleasure as it throbbed, sending electricity throughout his body.
"I don't care." James whispers, wanting him so badly that he's about ready to explode. He kisses Regulus passionately again, one hand finding its way up his bare torso again.
"F-fuck..." Regulus gasped out, hand gripping at James' shoulder.
"I need you Regulus... I need you so bad…" He muttered deliriously, kissing roughly down Regulus' neck. "I need you so bad, you make me… so crazy…" His mouth now at Regulus' collarbones, beautiful and extenuated. He sucks a hickey into his skin, the contrast of the dark purple on pale skin beautiful.
James' words alone felt like they could have made Regulus' knees buckle. Regulus pulled at James' shirt, both parting momentarily as he tugged it from his body and discarded it somewhere.
As they crashed their lips together again, Regulus' hands admired his torso, running down him softly until James shifted his thigh again, making him dig his nails into James' waist.
James groans at the pain, thankful for anything Regulus gave him. "I need you." He rasped into Regulus' ear, kissing below it.
James' hand ran over Regulus' thigh, as if trying to decide on something.
"We're going to regret this so much tomorrow." Regulus gasped out, drunken laughter bubbling in his throat. He ran his fingers through James' hair, nails dragging softly over his scalp.
"I don't care. I need you." James growled in return, hands squeezing Regulus' waist and thigh almost possessively.
"You have me." Regulus whispered. One of Regulus' hands had glided downwards, and fiddled with James' pant button, as if asking for permission.
James took a moment to understand, mind slow, before whispering, "Yes," still kissing Regulus' neck.
His fingers worked as quickly as possible, fumbling and clumsy. James' fingers did the same, trying to undo Regulus' pants at the same time. Eventually, they both succeeded, and they kicked their shoes off and pulled their trousers down. Their bodies clashed back together as soon as the clothes were discarded, skin on skin other than the underwear that separated them.
"I want you so bad." James muttered again.
"Take me then." Regulus whispered, then suddenly James was picking him up, holding the back of his thighs. Squealing in surprise, his legs wrapped around the other man's torso instinctually. James lay him on the nearest bed. Neither pay attention to whose bed it actually was, too busy with their touch, their kissing, their lust.
He leaned over the younger boy, standing between his legs as they kissed fervently. James' hands found Regulus' hips, and then moved to his ass, his breathing quick and shallow from the intense passion. Leaning back to breathe, James admired the sight below him. Regulus Black, lay out beneath him, flushed and wanting. All for James' eyes.
"You're so beautiful, Regulus." He murmured to him as he leant forwards again kissed his jaw, one of his hands finding its way to Regulus' neck, to the black curls laying there, looking like ink painted onto him.
"Shut up." Regulus mumbled, as if he can handle James' touch, his want, but not his praise, not his compliments. Regulus rubbed his hand over James' bulge to distract him, making him moan, which worked effectively to quiet him for just a moment.
James nipped at Regulus' ear, sighing headily. His hips grinded against his hand a little, needily. "Regulus…" James groaned.
Regulus dragged him into another bruising kiss. Lips crashing together, tongues fighting, dancing around eachother like swordsmen. Regulus' hand ran down James' bare torso, stopping at the waistband of his underwear.
"Please…" James mumbled as he paused the kiss, mind too preoccupied with the hand caressing his body. Regulus smirked a little, eyes half hooded with lust.
"You wanna fuck me?" He whispered, teasing, nails grazing over where James' hip bone pokes up through his skin, a feature Regulus had just learnt he finds incredibly attractive. He knew the answer, but wanted to hear James say it.
"Yes…" James growled, hand tight around Regulus' waist, almost bruisingly so. Regulus pulled at James' underwear, and so he steps back, and pulls them down for him. Regulus drags his own off, lifting his hips up momentarily and throwing them off the bed.
The two of them looked at eachother, pausing for a moment, eyes wide. So vulnerable, they both realize. Regulus felt strangely embarrassed.
James' hand is the first to move, wrapping confidently around the base of Regulus' dick. It makes Regulus gasp beautifully, hand clenching the bedsheets at the sudden stimulation. He threw his head back, gasping and whimpering more as James moved his hand, gliding up and down.
"You're so… gorgeous. He leant over Regulus again, kissing his neck and ear, nibbling momentarily. He brought his face down to Regulus' bare chest, mouthing softly as his hand still worked.
"I'm…" He began between gasps and moans, but gave up his words. Lowering his hand, he touched James' cock too, hands soft but cold. James shivered in pleasure, a loud groan escaping.
James' moans grew more frequent, his eyes closing as he continues to kiss Regulus' chest, one hand still pleasuring him.
"Mine…" He growls possessively, kissing along his collarbone, sucking a dark bruise there, "You're mine, you gorgeous thing, mine…"
And those words seemed to undo Regulus. He suddenly whimpered loudly, a mix of a turn of James' hand and the words making him do so.
He reached out to his side with his free hand, murmuring a slurred "Accio, wand." James looked at him, a little confused. Regulus murmured something unintelligible, pointing the wand between the two of them. Then he threw the wand off the bed again.
James' dick suddenly felt slick, wetter. A lubrication spell. James had no clue such a thing existed.
Then, Regulus removed his hand from James' cock and pulled him closer, spreading his legs a little further. "Please..." Regulus murmured, the first time James had ever heard the word from his mouth. Regulus Black, begging.
James pulled his hand from Regulus' dick, pausing momentarily before his finger pushed against Regulus' rim.
He mewled as James pushed a finger into him, only up to the first knuckle. Further. The whole finger. Then a second joined it, slowly gliding in and out, stretching him open. All that could be heard were Regulus' whines, and James' quick breathing. He admired the sight of Regulus, undone and spread open. Beautiful.
"S'il te plaît.." Regulus whined quickly, his nails digging into James' shoulder a little, feeling as if his mind had been turned to mush.
James removes his fingers. He couldn't wait anymore. Regulus whimpered momentarily at the loss of feeling until James dragged Regulus closer to the edge of the bed with no effort and lined his tip with Regulus' hole. He pulled James' into a kiss, deep, bruising. James pushed in, only slightly, and Regulus groaned loudly into his mouth, hands clutching, clawing at James' back, toes curling.
"Merde..." He whimpered out. James pushed a little deeper. Regulus gasped into his shoulder, mind becoming foggier and foggier. James grabbed onto Regulus' hips, thumb rubbing over his hip bone and pushed slightly deeper. Regulus bit down into James' shoulder hard, licking over the spot after. He pulled back and it left teeth marks, but didn't bleed.
"Please..." He moaned, and James bottomed out, Regulus mouthing at James' neck and shoulders as he groans deeply. James paused momentarily, allowing Regulus to get adjusted to the stretch.
"You… you feel so good, Reggie…" James groaned, pulling him up into another harsh kiss, desperate and lustful. "So good…"
James begins to move, the feeling making Regulus moan desperately, nails digging into James' back again, harder. He gasped each time James pushed back in, gentle and slow at first, every nerve on fire with pleasure.
"S'il te plaît... James, j'ai besoin de toi…" He moans out, mind too overwhelmed with pleasure to even think about using English. James understood not a word, but it sounded beautiful to him, the slurred words of gibberish. Regulus grabbed a hold of one of James' hands, guiding it to his dick as James thrusts slowly, desperate for more touch, more pleasure.
With no hesitation, James took him into his hand, twisting and moving up and down. Regulus' back arches a little into James' hand, gasping out.
"Je suis si proche, James…" Regulus whined out before James thrusts right into his sweet spot now, the slight position change making it accessible. Regulus practically screamed. He bit down hard into James, trying to keep quiet, moaning each thrust as he drools over James' shoulder. His nails scratch down James' back.
Another thrust and the twist of James' hand on his dick and his back arched fully, every muscle tensed. His cum spurted over he and James' bare stomachs, warm and sticky. James continues to thrust, still not fully there yet, but almost at the edge.
"So good… such a good boy, Reggie…" James mumbled as he got closer, groaning as his thrusting quickened. Regulus whimpered at the feeling, slightly overstimulated after his orgasm. He dragged James into a kiss, tongue snaking lazily into his mouth.
James groaned loudly, muscles tensing for a moment before he quickly pulled out, cum spilling over the two of them, mixing with Regulus'.
Once his orgasm was over, he sighed heavily, laying down beside Regulus, whose eyes had fluttered closed, body relaxing against the bed.
"Reggie?" He mumbled, thumb grazing the other boy's cheek softly.
"Mhm?"
"You okay?"
"Mhm." Regulus hummed affirmatively, leaning into the soft touch a little. They both panted heavily.
"You did so good…" James slurred his words, both still drunk out of their minds, on both lust and alcohol. Regulus didn't reply.
Pulling his hand away, James instead wrapped it around Regulus' side, pulling him towards him and turning him, spooning. They lay there for a while, breathing slowing down, minds unfogging.
Opening his eyes and glancing around, Regulus mumbled some unintelligible French to himself.
"Hm?" James hummed, thumb rubbing over Regulus' hip.
"Uhm… whose bed is this?"
James looked around a little alarmed.
"Shit."
"What?"
"Uh… it's… this is Sirius' bed."
Regulus looked over his shoulder at James for a moment, before bursting out into giggles. James laughs with him.
After a while, their laughter subsided, and James mumbled, "We should get up."
"Probably." Neither of them moved. They slowly became vaguely aware of the music, still booming through the walls.
They lay there for what felt like both seconds and years, but was most likely just five minutes. James' hand ran softly over Regulus' body, gentle and kind. Everything above his torso, markless, other than the hickies. His legs were scarred, with strange lighting-like white lines. James didn't mention them. He has seen the same lines across Sirius' legs.
They heard footsteps again.
"Fuck." James mumbles, both boys sitting up in a panic. Nothing to cover either of them. Luckily, the steps passed, walking down the hall. They both sighed in relief.
"We should… uh…" James began, before his eye caught Regulus' body again. Pale stomach, cum dripping down it now that he had sat up. Such a lewd image. He blushed, and then dragged his eyes away. "We need to… clean up.." He mumbled.
"Yeah…" Regulus replies, still staring worriedly at the door.
James stood up slowly, and Regulus' eyes flicked to him. His eyes widened, realization crashing down on him. He had just had sex with James Potter. He had sex with the man who he has had a crush on since he was 11. His brother's best friend. A Gryffindor blood traitor. A man .
Fuck.
James finds Regulus' underwear close to the bed, and somehow finds his thrown against the wall. After pulling on his own, he hands Regulus his and he does the same.
Regulus just sat quietly as James found their clothing, his shirt on the opposite side of the room and their pants by the door.
"Where's your shirt?" He asked Regulus, the younger boy's eyes widening a little.
"Outside."
"Oh. Shit, yeah." James laughed slightly.
After wiping the cum on his stomach onto the bedsheets, Regulus pulled his pants on, and he quickly stood. His entire face is flushed. Embarrassed. What an idiot he had been. The alcohol in his body was lessening slightly, which didn't help. James watched him as he walked towards the door, avoiding eye contact. He should regret this. Should hate himself for doing this, for giving in. But how could he? He had just lived a fantasy he had been having for years.
"Uh… bye…" Regulus murmured as he held the handle. James frowned.
"Bye…" Practically a whisper. And then he's gone. And James regrets, just not what they did. Just that he's gone. He sighs heavily and finishes the clean up silently.
Regulus closed the door, picked up his shirt, pulled it back on and took a deep breath before walking back down the stairs.
He couldn't believe he just did that. He felt lightheaded. His ass hurt, in such a good way. He missed James already. Such a mistake. Such a good mistake.
He walked stiffly through the crowd, which had thinned slightly since he left it. He ignored the sound of his friend's voices that he could hear from somewhere, just walking straight out. He took himself back to his dorm and lay beneath his covers.
He had sex with James Potter, of all people. He's never going to drink again, he concluded. He had spent 4 years trying to crush these feelings down, and in one night they're worse than ever. Never. None of this will ever happen again.