Chapter 1
Remus had made a very big mistake, and now as punishment his best friend James Potter was sitting in the waiting room of his therapist looking for a date. Truly he did not think this would happen! all he did was tell James that the grad student that he was helping out by being a ‘test subject’ if you will, had big grey eyes that if what he was saying wasn’t so oddly helpful and kind (seriously Remus has been to countless therapists over the years and the one that helps the most isn’t even properly degreed yet? How the bloody hell does that work?!) could be quite intimidating, a thick French accent and curly black hair. Apparently that is all the information a certain person needs before he is blindly spending his whole inheritance on unnecessary therapy.
Listen Remus isn’t going around saying things such as “unnecessary therapy” like some sort of higher than life manly man, but as someone who believes in therapy truly and also believes that James potter is the farthest thing from needing it. James has so much money it’s incomprehensible and to go along with that, involved, loving, hot (he knows what he sees) parents. And trust Remus when he says the genes were passed on, James is his best friend but some thought had been given to the idea when at a house party James got onto a table and stated shaking his hips in that way only hispanics can seem to perfect.
So now James is waiting for some blonde chick to leave Dr. Regulus’ office to get his first proper look at the man he has booked an half a hour therapy session with.
As the blonde girl left the building anticipation was building in James stomach, as well as an overwhelming dread that Remus had made up the hot grad therapist and he would have to go in there and make up some childhood bullying scenario to get through this whole thing. But that whole thought process was disrupted when the doctor walked out in a black turtleneck and black trousers, silver rings and necklaces layered, eyes that were a centrepiece of their own with black eyeliner smudged in the bottom lid and- “James Potter” damn what a smooth voice.
“Right over here”.
The room was quite nice, James always was one to look at fine details first. “I am Regulus Black, do you have any questions to start off the session Mr Potter” oh how fun this would be, this was it, he was going to marry this man he could already hear the wedding bells, “actually yes, what’s your favourite colour” this seemed to be the opposite of what Regulus was expecting as he looked up with a farrowed brow. “Pardon Mr Potter?”, “please, just James is fine, and I asked your favourite colour” he must of been even more confused but James had to give him props, he answered. “Well James if you must know, black”, “now now, with a bachelors in art” he pointed to the wall where it was quite clear that therapy was not Regulus’ first degree, “you must know that’s a shade Reggie”.
Regulus’ farrowed brow changed to a raise “what brings you here James?” “Oh! It’s actually quite funny really! You see, my best friend seems to come to you and he just so happened to mention that you are exactly my type!” Regulus just stared at him but his eyes were full of amusement (at least that’s what James thought). “Continue” James cleared his throat but kept talking “ and well..I was curious, and I must tell you, you don’t disappoint. You are quite honestly the most attractive man I’ve ever seen”. Regulus let out a laugh that he tried to stop abruptly, “so you aren't in need of therapy then?”, “well..I don’t think so..let me think. I’m rich, have great parents, I’m devastatingly handsome-“ Regulus didn’t even try to contain his laughter that time.
“Oh- I’m sorry- I’m sorry-, this isn’t very professional to be laughing but I’m very confused” James leant further back in his chair and gave him a sly smile “oh Regulus I’m asking you to be anything but professional with me, actually I have no intentions here that could even be mistaken as professional” James’ grin as he finished speaking was down right sinful. Regulus cleared his throat, his pale skin was betraying him a great deal at the moment with how his cheeks flushed, but his voice remained steady as he addressed James.
“So let me get this straight. Your friend is a client of mine and told you all about my good looks so you…what? Decided to book in a session with me to talk dirty?”. “No, no, no! I have way more tact than that, I booked lots of sessions with you to talk dirty”.
All professionalism was out the window and truly Regulus could not be held accountable, the man in front of him was gorgeous. Lifting from his chair he stalked across the room, getting much closer to James than any previous client, Regulus began to talk to him very closely, borderline sitting on his lap. “ Well James I do think that these sessions will be very beneficial to both of us” their lips were almost touching now, “ but unfortunately your current session only has 2 minutes left, as this was just a brief ‘getting to know one another’ appointment but rest assured next week will be much…” he took a moment to run a hand down James’ hard chest “more exciting”. Just as James was about to lean in the ravenette leaned back and walked away, “cash or card?”.
Oh this was already killing him “card”, “well that’s going to be $120.00 but considering you’re so ‘rich’ that won’t be a problem?”. Regulus knew what he was doing but James didn’t back down “not at all love” when Regulus took the machine back it was fully paid with a tip, a tip of $500.00. James was already leaving the room when he called out, “wait James! Did you put an extra zero by mistake”.
“Rich, remember?” James turned his head, “buy yourself some more jewellery, it looks wonderful on you” and with that he was gone. Gone until their next session in a weeks times.