ice skating
Regulus loved skating. It was a fact of life. It was amazing. The wind whipping at his face, the way his cheeks would tint pink from the cold, simultaneously sweating from the physical exertion. He loved it. His parents were… less than pleased. He wasn’t “manly enough” apparently, for preferring figure skating over playing hockey, Fine with him; he left the house last year, moving in with Sirius and James and James’ parents instead. Which has been great, they take care of him, and feed him, and had gotten him skates for Christmas the year he moved in (thanks to Sirius telling them he had loved skating), and he’s been so happy. Except for James. He was everywhere. He’d follow Regulus around like a lost puppy. Sirius had pulled him aside, both him and James, and told them he was fine if they were dating as long as they aren’t “making out right in front of him”, which is ironic, given that everyone had walked in on him and Remus doing way more than making out, but regardless. Added the fact that he and James weren't even dating!!! Sirius didn’t want to hear it, and James just looked ecstatic at the prospect of people viewing him and Regulus as a couple. So when James entered Regulus’ ice rink (okay, maybe not his, but there was seldom anyone else there and he practically owned the place), he was more than fuming.
“What are you doing here?” Regulus huffs, skating to a stop in front of James.
“Just thought I’d spend time with my boyfriend,” James returned slyly --- he always teases Regulus about the whole dating thing.
“We. Aren’t. Dating. Get that through your thick jock skull.”
“Aww but wouldn’t we look sooo good together? Arm-in-arm and all couple-y?” James teased, skating circles around Regulus and catching him around the waist to spin him around. Regulus shoves him off weakly, attempting to ignore the way his touch sprouts butterflies in his stomach and up his nervous system.
“You are such an asshole,” Regulus sneers, going back to skating laps around the rink.
“You are what you eat,” James shrugs with a chuckle, following him and skating backwards in front of him. He’s either oblivious or nice enough to pretend to not notice the bright red blush across his cheeks.
“You must eat a lot of dick then too,” Regulus scowls, shoving him very weakly.
“You’re the gay one, you love dick.”
“Oh blow me.”
“Threat or promise, love?”
“Can’t it be both?” The words leave Regulus’ mouth before he can think, rolling his eyes as he skates away fast.
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you? You’d love to see me on my knees in front of you, practically drooling. Isn’t that right, doll?” James’ reply comes suddenly and lowly.
“Whore,” Regulus snaps, firmly ignoring the way his cheeks light up.
“Your whore,” James winks back, coming up behind Regulus and kissing his cheek quickly as he passes.
What a loser, Regulus thinks, his heart fluttering from the sweet kiss.