James frequently found if he came out to the Quidditch pitch early enough then he could stand to practice alone for at least an hour before any booked team came out to take it over- The Slytherin team usually making some kind of snide remark toward him if they happened to cross his path. No one was very happy having to be up that early to dedicate themselves to a sport, but the Slytherins specifically were more horrible than usual at such an ungodly hour.
James was always an early bird- something he quickly learned would get him killed if he made so much as a loud shuffle on his way out of his dorm room when getting up and going about his matters- so he had learned the perfect ways to step and slip about to get outside without waking anyone else. He'd had a close call when Sirius groaned ad rolled over in his bed this morning, but he didn't wake, and James was in the clear. It was a Brisk Spring morning in early April, and it was quite chilly out but there hadn't been any breeze at all today which gave James perfect condition to practice in. He was excited to say the least. There would be no wind he would have to fight against or take into consideration when practicing sharp turns and new tricks he could use to get an upper hand on the other teams he may face this coming season. Though what James hadn't expected in the slightest was to see another figure darting around under the veil of the dark morning hours, he paused in his step, stopping just at the entrance to the Pitch.
Well, shit.
Could he practice alongside them? He couldn't very well ask them to leave, that just felt wrong. Whoever it was had gotten there before him- fair and square.
Just about to turn on his heels and see about practicing elsewhere on the grounds, James felt the hair on the back of his neck stand and a chill run down his spine as a familiar voice spoke out to him.
"Potter," It greeted- if you could even really call it that. But oh, James would know that voice anywhere. It was a beautiful one, dripped with honey and spiked with bite.
"Reg- ah, I mean Reguluhh-" James' voice hitched in his throat as if it was stolen from his vocal box all together the second his eyes landed on the shorter boy standing only about a meter behind him. His tongue suddenly felt heavy, like he'd just visited the dentist and been numbed to all hell. His mouth felt the urge to drool uncontrollably in the same manner as his brown eyes caught glimpse of what had to be a hallucination. A dream. A gift from a god above just for James. Had he done something to deserve this blessing?
Regulus was wearing a tight pair of black sport leggings with Slytherin colored Emerald green Thigh high socks bearing 2 thin silver stripes at the top. The leggings hugged the small of his waist, and a few inches of milky, porcelain skin was visible underneath a cropped quidditch Tee that regulus pulled the neck of up to help wipe some damp from his upper lip.
Regulus furrowed his brow, bending down a bit to look under the lenses of James' glasses that had fogged over and cleared his throat.
"Uhm, Potter. You alright?" He asked, though admittedly he didn't really care.
James felt a blush heat over his cheeks and down his neck. He removed his glasses from his face and took a few deep breaths, using his own shirt to wipe off his lenses.
"Yeah- yeah I'm alright. just great ah- why are you uhm- shit" James grumbled that last bit, trying to regain control of his own tongue. Come on you plunker. Say something.
"What's with the get up Black?" He finally managed to choke out.
Regulus folded his arms over his chest and shifted his weight to one hip which only served to stun James more as he had put his glasses back on just in time to see that.
"Its too hot for the long sleeves- and too cold for shorts." He answered quite plainly, trying to gage if James had ill intentions or not. He wasn't about to stand for James making a quip at him for his choice in sport wear when he had thought he would have been alone.
"And the uh- And the socks?" James asked, voice failing him once more and sounding fragile the moment it passed his lips.
Regulus let his lips curl downward as he suddenly felt a bit self-conscious. But there was no way he would show weakness, especially not to the likes of him.
"They give better grip to the broom"
James nodded and cleared his throat. He hoped the Night had given him cover for the large tent he was pitching in his pants. He couldn't help it. Regulus looked so small and well- he had a beautiful body. Something James had found himself absent mindedly admiring many times. But seeing the hairless, soft skin of his stomach mixed with the new mental imagery of how Regulus' thighs squeezed around the handle of the broom, it was enough to drive him mad. There was no way he would be able to practice now sporting such a hard on, and certainly not with how the dark-haired boy was raking his gaze up and down James' body. What was he looking at? James was dressed normally between the two of them.
"Right- well- Carry on, I was just getting my things to practice elsewhere"
"Oh-" Regulus shifted again, looking over his shoulder at the pitch. "I meant, I was pretty much done you can-"
"No" James said firmly, swallowing dryly as he tried his absolute best not to stare anywhere but at the other boys' eyes. "No ah- I've got somewhere else that's better to practice anyway. I'm just- I'm going to go now. Thanks though" James cracked as good of a smile as he could muster and placed his bag over his crotch.
Regulus' eyes drifted down James' body to the bag's perfect placement, but he said nothing, only nodded. "Right then. cheers" he said, turning back with broom in hand to continue his practice without another word.
"Cheers" James squeaked, as if granting him a parting gift, James could perfectly see the curve of Regulus' Muscular, yet soft ass.
That was when he realized, the early mornings blanket of darkness didn't provide the cloak of security he wished it had.
Shit.