creepy
“I can’t believe you recommended this as a date idea,” mumbles Regulus, his finger tightening on James’ bicep. “Haunted houses are the worst. So creepy and weird.”
James ducks beneath a plastic body part dangling from the ceiling. It’s at this moment that one of the haunted house characters jumps out, his costume that of a bloody, grotesque nurse.
Regulus jumps back, twists, and ends up with his face pressed against James’ collarbone, fingers fisted in the material of James’ T-shirt. “I hate you,” he mutters.
But James can only focus on the feeling of Regulus’ breath on his skin. He wraps his arms around him, a hand settling at the base of his spine and another spiderwebbed between sharp shoulder blades.
“Truly shocking I picked this for our date, isn’t it?” James asks, lips moving against the curve of Regulus’ ear. “I wonder whatever for.”
Regulus huffs, and James shudders at the current that zings down his spine. “We’ve been dating for six years, James. You don’t need to bring me here to get your hands on me.”
“I know, baby, but you’re really cute when you’re scared.”
“Fuck you.”
James grins crookedly. “Later.” Then he pulls Regulus away from his chest and nods down the dimly lit hall. “First, we have to get through this haunted hospital.”
Regulus whines, clearly put out over the idea, but he laces his fingers with James’ and hauls him forward. Every time someone jumps out at them, Regulus jumps and swears in an endless stream.
At the end, he pokes a finger into James’ chest. “We’re never doing that again.”
“Alright.”
“I mean it. That was awful.”
“Okay. The can we go home now?”
Regulus heaves a sigh when James ducks down to kiss his neck right there in front of the whole carnival. “Yes,” he says, fingers digging into the muscles of James’ bicep. “Take me home.”