Chapter 14
After one of their newer songs, when they took a short break to get water and resituate their instruments, Regulus addressed the crowd: “Hi, everyone!”
The audience screamed and Regulus smirked. “Thank you all for coming tonight, we’re so excited to play for you!” Regulus held his hand out to quiet the crowd before they could really get going. “Before you all start screaming again, I have an announcement!”
A sign towards the left side of the stage caught his eye—Sorry for untying your shoe!
“You were the one who untied my shoe last time?” Regulus laughed, trying to see the person holding the sign. “I’m glad you’re a few rows back, this time,” he added, winking.
“I’m not sure why we let you talk at all,” Barty said, coming up behind him and sliding an arm around his waist. “Scream if you like Reggie’s outfit tonight!” He said, and Regulus hid his cherry-red face in his hands when the stadium went wild.
“I envy the one who gets to unwrap this little gift,” he whispered for Regulus and Regulus only, worsening his blush.
“Okay, everyone, listen up.” Barty glared at the audience, daring them to make noise. “We have some special guests in the audience tonight! James Potter, where are you?” The taller man called, and a few of the lights above the audience flickered on.
“Over there!” Regulus pointed towards where James, Sirius, and Remus were standing. “Do y’think he should come on stage?”
Barty grinned. “Nah, we won’t make him do that, but this next song is for you,” he said, winking. Regulus cast a glance towards his bandmate and his lips contorted into a sharp smirk.
Their next song was one of their filthiest, one full of innuendos, tension, and cravings. It was called Confringo, and it was one of the songs Pandora had written. When she proposed it to the group, Regulus, Barty, and Evan nearly had heart attacks. It was magnificent.
It began with a slow-build keyboard solo, with the drums sounding to the gentle, slowly quickening rhythm of a heartbeat, and when the beat finally dropped, the drums went off, cuing in the guitar parts. Most of the song was sung by Regulus, but when Barty came in, he stepped close to Regulus and hissed the words directly to him. It was enough to make even the strongest man weak in the knees.
The end of the song found Regulus on his knees with his chin in Barty’s hand. The older man was sneering and Regulus made his eyes as wide and innocent as possible. His fingers danced up and down the neck of his guitar, and the final chord of the song led into the beat of the next song, the one with Evan on mic. The crowd went wild when he sang his first note, and it wasn’t long before Evan, Barty, and Regulus were performing their threesome tease, a mess of hands and ambiguous hip movements.
At one point, Barty even leaned in to lick the visible line of Regulus’ thong and the crowd reached a new volume. Regulus was lightheaded, but he powered through, kicking Barty’s chest just like they practiced.
The lights went out when the song ended, and after ensuring Regulus still wanted to sing the song that sent him spiraling the last time they performed it, Evan returned to the drums and Barty pressed a kiss to Regulus’ forehead. “We’re proud of you,” he whispered, and Regulus knew he’d cry before the song ended.
The lights slowly brightened and Regulus and Pandora put their hearts into the song, their voices blending better than ever before. The emotion that hadn’t been there last time made Regulus’ lines more raspy and desperate, and Pandora sang her parts with the angelic grace of a fairytale lullaby. As the end of the song approached, Regulus sank to his knees, face to the heavens, and the tears overflowed. He closed his eyes and made no move to wipe his tears—he wasn’t ashamed of them, and he would not be made to be.
Tear drops dotted the floor when the song was over and the lights faded one last time. Barty was on him as soon as they were blanketed in darkness, helping him up and whispering praises. But Regulus wasn’t numb. He hurt all over, of course, but there was no numbness creeping through his mind.
In the dressing room, he turned and pulled Barty into a hug. Evan and Pandora joined in and fuck, Regulus was crying again.
“That was beautiful,” Evan said, pulling back to wipe Reggie’s face clean. “Let’s wrap those hands, yeah?”
Regulus looked down and, for the first time, his hands weren’t bloody.
No one broke the stunned silence for a long moment.
Then, “damn,” Barty said, “color me impressed, baby.”
Regulus flopped onto the couch and hissed as the motion jostled his perpetually bruised ribs. There was always something, Regulus thought as Evan tossed him an ice pack.
The dressing room door opened and Sirius stepped into the room. “Well, that was disturbing,” he said. Remus shuffled into the room behind him and elbowed Sirius in the ribs.
“He means it was awesome. You guys were great!”
“No, seeing my baby brother give a married man a lap dance was not ‘awesome.’”
Regulus rolled onto his back and smirked to the ceiling. “There was enthusiastic consent, if that’s what’s got you all hot and bothered—”
“I did not consent to seeing that!”
“—and you can’t give a standing person a ‘lap dance,’ that doesn’t even make sense.”
Sirius huffed and dropped onto the end of the couch opposite the arm Pandora had claimed. Remus closed the door behind him and leaned against it, a soft smile twisting his lips.
“If anyone could give a lap dance to someone standing up, it’d be you, Reg,” Evan teased, showing Barty something on his phone, “you’re already trending on Twitter.”
Regulus sat up and ran a hand through his hair, unsticking the baby hairs plastered with sweat to his forehead.
Remus cleared his throat, looking distinctly out of place, but James slid through the door before anything more could be said. “Thank you for inviting us! Sirius thinks of your music as ‘emo kids with daddy issues on LSD,’ but I had a great time,” James said, winking at Barty. Sirius shot James a glare and tried to kick him from the couch, but James hopped out of the way.
“As if Sirius isn’t just as emo with twice the daddy issues,” Regulus grumbled, adjusting the ice pack on his side.
James laughed. “He’s quite possibly the most emo person I know,” he joked, eyes bright.
“You must not know Reggie very well, then,” Evan said. Regulus rolled his eyes and sighed again, letting one side of his unbuttoned shirt slide off his shoulder, exposing his form fitting mesh undershirt.
“You’ve got quite the stage presence, Regulus, but where’d you learn to sing like that? Sirius never mentioned you could do that,” Remus said, no doubt attempting to diffuse the tension in the small room.
Regulus shrugged. “Mother sang in the French opera for a while, I guess it’s genetic. Sirius doesn’t have the genes, though, believe me. He sounds like a dying cat when he sings Happy Birthday.”
“I think that’s why I’m so surprised—I’ve been subjected to Sirius’ vocal terrors,” Remus hummed, smiling when Sirius frowned. “Well, Sirius and I should be going—”
“Want to join us for some drinks?” Pandora asked, and if it were anyone else asking, Regulus was sure Remus would’ve turned the offer down. But it was Pandora, so he smiled and nodded, and plans were made.
“We’ll find a place while you get everything packed up, okay? I’ll text you the address,” Remus said, and Sirius followed him out the door with a not-so-subtle eyebrow wiggle in James’s direction when he turned to follow the married couple.
The door shut and Regulus shot Pandora a glare. “I don’t need you to wingman me, Panda.”
Pandora tilted her head to the side. “What are you talking about?”
Evan snorted and looked up from his phone to shoot Regulus a wink.
“Fuck you all,” Regulus muttered.
The bar they found Remus, Sirius, and James at wasn’t far from the concert venue, and it was fairly populated. Remus had managed to snag a booth, though, and they piled in, cramming together.
Before they could order drinks, James spoke up. “Reggie! I have something for you.” Regulus wondered if he should be worried for James’ surprise. He had a suspiciously proud smile on his face.
James pulled a plastic bag from his pocket, and Regulus stared at it for a moment.
“Are you giving my little brother fucking weed?” Sirius half-shrieked, frantically looking back and forth between them.
James laughed and raised his hands in surrender. “It’s out of my control, Pads. He asked for it.”
“You offered it, actually,” Regulus said, slipping the weed to Evan with a wink.
“It was either that or a good snogging, so be grateful he chose the drugs.”
Sirius squawked like a dying bird and his face reddened to a concerning degree. “What!”
“That is not what happened.”
“He’s a better kisser than he looks,” Remus added gently, a thin smirk twisting through his lips. Sirius reddened further.
“That’s backhanded,” James pouted, crossing his arms.
Remus smiled wider and shrugged once. “Don’t think about it too hard, you’ll hurt yourself.”
“Wait,” Pandora interrupted, hands flat on the table, “after that comment I want to know: who here has fucked each other? Because there’s no way James has kissed both Black Brothers. That’s fucked.”
All the men at the table exchanged glances. Sirius was the first to crack. “Look, it was once in college. We were drunk out of our minds.”
“And once in high school,” Remus muttered, his face tinged red.
“And once or twice after college,” James added, rubbing the back of his neck and looking anywhere but at Regulus.
Regulus leaned back and rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I’ve fucked both of them,” he pointed at Evan and Barty, “too many times to count.”
“And you’re always welcome back,” Evan drawled, blowing Regulus a kiss.
“What’s it with you married men fucking single twinks?” Pandora whined, getting up to find a drink, no doubt.
“Sounds like there’s an orgy in our future,” Barty said, and Regulus slapped him in the back of the head.
“That’s my fucking brother, dumbass,” Regulus said, gagging. “You’re disgusting.”
Finally, drinks were ordered and Regulus felt a warm hand on his thigh. Next to him, James was looking as handsome as always. He nodded towards the dance floor and Regulus copied the gesture, not bothering to bid his friends goodbye before leading James into the throng of people. They danced closer than they had the last time they’d been like this, and James’ mouth found Regulus’ ear.
“God, baby. You’re absolutely perfect,” he moaned, and it didn’t take a genius to see that he was very turned on. Regulus’ lips ghosted up his neck. “When you came onstage in this little outfit, I didn’t think I’d make it through the whole show. I nearly came in my pants like a damn teenager.”
“You like it?” Regulus asked, knowing exactly how much James did, in fact, like it.
James groaned, “I want to worship you like you deserve,” he whispered and how could Regulus forget that James was a talker?
“Careful, you wouldn’t want to build my ego up too much.”
James’ fingers pressed into Regulus’ hips and Regulus had to remind himself to breathe. “I’ll do what I please, Reggie, and I’ll enjoy every damn second of it.”
The journey to James’ place was spent talking through limits and safewords and boundaries as if they weren’t so turned on it hurt, but Regulus was thankful for the conversation. James asked what pet names were strictly off-limits, what he was allowed to call the different parts of Regulus’ body, and anything that could possibly come up. It all turned Regulus on even more, if possible. James nearly crashed thrice on the drive home when Regulus’ hands got a bit too bold, and the car was barely parked when James threw open his door and dragged Regulus into the house. The door slammed behind them and James had Regulus pinned to it in an instant, his tongue trying its damndest to reach Reggie’s tonsils.
They made it to the bedroom slowly, and by the time they reached the bed, Reggie’s throat was painted with bruises and bite marks.
[James POV]
“Reg,” James panted from between Regulus’ straddled thighs, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Reggie huffed a laugh and shook his head. “Jamie,” he sang, dragging out the ‘a,’ “I want you to hurt me.”
A flurry of images of Reggie beaten up onstage poured into James’ head and he understood. God, did he understand—
“You want to feel me for days, don’t you? You love the bruises, don’t you?”
Reggie moaned and grinded his hips down into James.
James threaded a hand through Reggie’s hair and yanked. “Answer me, pet.”
The pet name was a gamble, but Reggie’s body practically lit up: his breath hitched, his hips jolted, and his eyes fluttered. Bingo.
“Uh—I do, I do—” James pulled at his roots again and he choked on his words.
“That’s not how you speak to me. Try again,” James hissed, sliding his hand down to wrap around his neck.
Reggie let out a breathy moan. “Mmmmm…. I do, sir, I need it,” he whined, and James nearly died right then and there. In the years he spent dating his last partner, they never went further than some light dirty talk in the bedroom. James hadn’t even fucked Reggie yet and he was harder than he’d ever been before.
“Strip,” James ordered, and his dick twitched when Regulus whimpered. He watched as the man began unbuttoning his shirt, but he’d never been a very patient man, and reached for Reggie’s pants.
Regulus’ hand shot out to stop James and the older man stilled instantly.
“What’s wrong, Reg?”
“I, um, need to tell you something.”
James’ blood froze in his veins. “Are you okay?”
Reggie shook his head, “no, no it’s not that.” He scrunched his eyes closed and took a deep breath. “There’s a lot of scars. Everywhere.”
James grabbed Reggie’s face gently, placing his hands on either side of the man’s cheeks. Regulus didn’t open his eyes. “Regulus, can you look at me?”
He took another deep breath and cracked his eyes open. Adorable, James’ mind supplied. “I promise I do not care. I like you for you, baby, and no scar could ever change that.”
Regulus flushed and his eyes opened the rest of the way. “Yeah?”
“Of course, and I’ll say it as many times as you need me to until you believe it.” James pulled Regulus into a searing kiss and began unbuttoning his pants. “Off,” he growled into the younger man’s lips.
Regulus rolled his eyes but obeyed. “Such a smooth talker,” he muttered and James reacted instantly. He reached a hand out and found Reggie’s clit.
He pinched the bundle of nerves and grinned when Reggie practically seized above him. “You’ve got quite the attitude, darling. I’ll have to fix that.”
The only article clothing Regulus had left on was the thong that had started the whole unraveling of James’ sanity, and when Regulus moved to take it off, James caught his hand in one of his and shook his head. “This thing was driving me crazy all night. We’re gonna keep it on and make a mess of it so you can’t tease me with it again, okay?
His hands were almost comically large around Reggie’s mouth-watering waist, and James manhandled the younger man until he was hovering over James’ still-clothed thigh. With one hand, he grabbed Regulus’ jaw and forced him to make eye contact.
“You’re going to get yourself off on my leg like a dog, and then I’m going to fuck you. Don’t even think about cumming until I give you permission, do you understand?”
The hand on Regulus’ waist pressed him down onto James’ leg. Regulus’ drenched cunt soaked through James’ pants before he could even answer.
“Yes, sir,” he whispered, planting his hands on James’ chest to steady himself and set a rhythm.
“Good boy,” James growled, and Regulus shuddered. “You’re so fucking wet, baby, holy shit. You’re like a dog in heat, making a mess all over my pants. Are you just a bitch in heat, baby?”
Regulus’ eyes squeezed closed and he nodded shakily, “y—ah!—yes, sir!”
James ran his hands up and down the man’s sides, settling finally on the dark pink nipples he wanted to run his tongue over. He pinched one and took the other one into his mouth. He grazed his teeth over the sensitive bud and Regulus’ hips stuttered on his leg.
“Just like that, puppy. Just like that.”
Reggie was loud in bed, and James had anticipated as much, but the man’s sensitivity was something of a wet dream—he shuddered and jolted and whimpered at every touch, and James was sure the tears in Regulus’ eyes shouldn’t turn him on as much as they did.
“Please let me cum, please, sir. Please, I need it,” Reggie begged, his entire body shaking.
James smirked and flipped them, leaning over Regulus and kissing his tear-streaked cheeks. “Such a good boy, asking so nicely,” James taunted, tracing his fingers down Regulus’ navel slowly until they reached his cunt. He ignored the man’s clit altogether and slipped down into the drenched mess just below. Regulus choked on a sob, his thighs twitching as they tried to close. James chuckled at the man’s desperation and Regulus squirmed.
Two fingers slid into Regulus easily, and when James pulled them out, several strings of slick dripped from the appendages. He licked his fingers and groaned, “god, baby…you taste divine.”
Regulus was still recovering from James’ words when three fingers slipped into him. Then four prodded at his entrance, slipping in with embarrassingly little struggle. James pumped his fingers with practiced precision, and Regulus’ hands fisted the blankets under him in an effort to stop himself from cumming right then and there.
“Please—ungh, ngh—please, sir, I need it, I need it, I need it—”
James’ fingers stilled and Regulus sobbed.
“You’ll take what I give you and thank me for it,” he growled, and out poured a barrage of “I’m sorry” and “thank you.” James’ self control was waning rapidly, and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to last much longer.
He shucked off his clothes and used Regulus’ slick to lube up his dick. “You can cum once I’m inside of you, but I’m not going to stop,” James breathed, biting down on Reggie’s shoulder.
The man cried out and James pushed inside him in one long thrust. Reggie’s hot walls spasmed and his back arched so far off the bed that James wondered how it didn’t snap in two, but he didn’t stop. He pressed his thumb into Reggie’s clit and made slow circles, grinning when the younger man weakly tried to bat the hand away from his overstimulated cunt.
“You’re so fucking tight, puppy,” James praised, setting a harsh rhythm that made Reggie scream. “You’re practically milking my cock right now—you want to be full so bad, even your cunt is begging for it.”
Every word from James’ mouth made Reggie’s hole tighten. Could he cum again so soon?
“You love being filled, don’t you? I’m going to plug up this little hole when I’m done with it, keep you nice and full. You won’t be able to move without feeling me inside you.
James rubbed Regulus’ clit faster and the man seized up again. His eyes rolled back in his head and James wished he could take a picture of Regulus’ teary eyes, flushed chest, puffy cunt…. He was getting close.
Reggie was full-on sobbing, and his eyes were spacey. His little “uh” at the climax of each thrust was quieter and he blinked slower than before. He was so, so adorable.
“You’re gonna cum one more time for me, okay? One more, puppy.”
The younger man whined, unable to form coherent words.
“Be a good boy and cum for me, one more time,” James said, burying himself as deep as he could go. The younger man tensed weakly around him and came, milking James dry.
James collapsed next to Regulus and pulled the man into his arms, not quite ready to dislodge his dick from the home it’d carved inside the prettiest boy he’d ever known.
“You’re perfect, baby. You did so, so good,” James whispered, running gentle fingers through Reggie’s hair. “You were so good for me, so good.”
He didn’t pull out yet, choosing to endure the overstimulation for the little whimpers he could pull from the younger man when he grinded his hips into him. James’ refractory period was admittedly quite short, and something about Reggie’s breathy whines turned his overstimulation into a growing heat between his hips.
Reggie nuzzled his nose into James’ collarbone and sighed contentedly. “Wanna be more full,” he mumbled into James’ skin.
This man….
James was hard again and convinced that Reggie was magic. “Yeah? I reckon I’ve got a little bit more for this little hole, you sure you want it?”
The younger man hummed, “please, sir.”
James huffed a laugh and snaked a hand between them, massaging Reggie’s clit and stomach lightly as he started with slow, deep thrusts, fucking his cum further into Reggie’s tight cunt. He picked up the pace Reggie began to squirm again, choked moans and whines tumbling from his lips. James kept massaging the man’s clit, not entirely sure the man could come again at all.
“‘S too much,” Reggie whispered, and a fresh round of tears dripped down his cheeks. “I can’t—I can’t, I can’t—”
James pressed on Reggie’s stomach where the shape of James’ dick was faintly visible and the man practically screamed. “Please,” he whimpered, sobbing again.
“You asked for this, baby, so you’re going to take it. You’re going to hold everything I give you in this tight little cunt, and it’s going to hurt. It’s going to hurt like there’s a baby in this ruined hole, and when I’m done with you, I’ll plug you up.” James grunted, slowing down a bit to watch Regulus writhe with every drag of James’ cock against his oversensitive walls.
“I’m gonna put a nice, heavy plug in your gaping pussy, fill you up good.”
Reggie keened, still squirming.
James sneered. “Maybe I’ll keep the plug in you for a little bit, make you run some errands with my cum sloshing around inside of your messy little cunt.”
Regulus’ mouth was hanging open and his eyes were so far back into his skull he looked possessed. James set a steady rhythm and rubbed the younger man’s clit faster.
“Cum on my dick, puppy, one more time.”
Reggie’s body clenched tight and he choked on a moan that barely made it past his teeth. His stuffed hole fluttered violently and James let out a moan of his own, cumming in time with the sweet angel below him.
When James was truly empty, he reached over to the bedside table and rummaged through the drawer, searching for the tapered shape he knew was in there. He found it and sat up, still lodged deep inside Regulus.
He lifted the man’s hips up. “I’m going to pull out, baby. Don’t spill a single drop.”
Under a sheen of sweat, Regulus’ face screwed up in concentration when James slowly slid his dick from the man’s cunt and worked the plug inside. It was wider and a centimeter or two longer than James’ dick, but he was certain Regulus would enjoy the stretch. His little, slurred “please” when the thickest part of the plug popped into his twitching hole was enough to have James leaning back on his heels to admire the beautiful, whimpering man before him.
His stomach was slightly distended and James’ chest warmed with an irrational sense of pride at the sight of Regulus so full of him.