Who's the Sirius Mini Me?
Okay so I just now published everything so far! Aghh that's such a rush!! This chapter does have some heavyish smut in it when you see ~ that indicates the beginning and end of that scene so you don't have to read it if you don't want.
TW Warnings
-cursing
-alcohol
-smut
"Uh.. can I sit?" I ask, gesturing to the step that he's sitting on. He just looks at me for a second trying to process.
"Ya definitely." he scooches over to give space for me to take a seat. I drop myself next to him while we sit in silence.
"Er, we smoke the same brand." I observe while I pull out my pack of cigarettes.
"Since when did you smoke?"
"Sirius, it's been 5 years, a lot has changed."
"Oh. Okay. Uh when did you start smoking then?"
"15." I couldn't bear to look at him at that moment. I couldn't bear to see the look of understanding why I'd started smoking
"Oh.". For a while we just sat there listening to city sounds, smocking. Normally I like silence, but this. This silence is painful and awkward.
"You know the bar is closed right now. Want to go?"
"Sure." He gets up and offers me a hand pulling me up from the seat. We walk down to the bar entrance, he pulls out his keys and unlocks the door. When we get inside he turns on a few lights and heads behind the bar grabbing a bottle of whiskey.
"Isn't that stealing?" I ask in a sarcastic tone while he pours 2 shots.
"Eh it's fine. I know the owners!" He lets out with a little grin "This one is my personal favorite." He says before we both pick up our glasses and pound back the drink.
"Ehh it's okay I'm more of a vodka person. But my go to drink is a rum and coke I think there pretty hard to fuck up."
"Want to try a vodka?"
"Sure." With that he pours 2 more shots this time from a fancy vodka. We shoot them down. Sirius makes a kind of sour face which makes me laugh a little.
"Wow it's been awhile since I heard that." He grimaces with a small smile.
"Ya it has." A few minutes pass but this time the quiet isn't as awkward. It's not comfortable but still.
"I have a really dumb idea." Sirius says out of nowhere his head shooting up.
"So the same as any of your ideas."
"Okay asshole. We should try all of the alcohols! I mean it's my bar but still I've never even heard of some of these!"
"You know what.. sure!"
After that we take shot after shot. Some bottles being put on the left of 'good' some being put on the right of 'blegh'. Turns out a good way to get drunk really fast is to drink one of every alcohol in a bar! Who knew?
"Oh wait, isn't this how people get like alcohol poisoning?" I ask pausing from taking another drink.
"Eh it's fine we're young!" Sirius calls out hitting the air in front of him. We both burst out laughing then we took our last drink, clink our glasses together and say, "to brothers." downing both drinks.
"Oh my god! Reggie! You know what I just realized? We just got a karaoke machine for the bar!! We should sing!" Sirius cheers jumping over the bar.
"Oh no I don't sing!"
"I was made for loving you baby! You were made for loving me!!" We both scream at the top of our lungs. So ya maybe I was wrong I do sing. It's not like I can't sing, I have a guitar and I sing all the time with it. I just don't sing in front of people. Normally 70s rock isn't what I listen to but I mean living with Sirius I grew up with it. I do like to listen to it every now and then. It's nostalgic of the best parts of my childhood, which was rare. Once Sirius left things changed for me. In a way I became just like him. I stole his old clothes, his music taste, his old pack of hidden cigarettes, and with that his addiction, hell I even stole his sexuality. Barty always said that I'd finally grown into the 'teenage dirtbag-hood' of the friend group. Whereas my mother always said that I'd grown into the same disappointment as my brother. She decided that she wasn't losing another successor so she was sending me to military school. With that decision though she lost me. But anyways ya I'd definitely say I lost myself and had an identity crisis after Sirius left.
"Don't stop me now!" Sirius sang out "Yes I'm having a good time I don't want to stop at all!!" I followed up. At that moment a very confused Remus, James, and a third man I didn't recognize walked into the bar. They stopped in their tracks at me and Sirius singing. This was probably the last thing they expected to see, Sirius drunk, singing in their bar after hours standing on the counter with his brother who he hasn't seen since he was 15. "I'm gonna make a supersonic man out of you!" We both sang together. Sirius pointed out to Remus who was just standing there stunned. And I don't know what possessed me in that moment if it was the alcohol or the joy of having Sirius back, it was the alcohol, I looked over to James and winked at him making him go red in the face. He was a lot like Pandora when he blushed because of his tan complexion. They both looked so beautifully sun kissed when they blushed. The pink just complimented them well. But right now I wasn't thinking about Pandora. All I can think about when he looks like that is James.
"Join the party boys!" I call out to them into the microphone.
"Ya we have a lot of fun here!" Sirius adds on smiling from ear to ear.
"Ha. Ya I can see that, Love." Remus chuckles eyeing Sirius.
"I'm so ungodly confused about what's happening right now." James says leaning over to Remus.
"I wouldn't question it, they're happy, just go along with it." Remus answered.
"Uhh guys who's the Sirius mini me?" Questioned the nameless boy. He had dirty blonde hair, like Remus', he was a little more stocky than the other boys, and his face was scattered with freckles. I'm assuming that this must be Peter Pettigrew the fourth marauder.
"Oh that's Regulus, Sirius' brother we were telling you about."
"Oh well then I'm very confused."
"Ya we don't know either you know just as much as us." James replied.
"Are you guys just going to stand there and gawk at us? I know we are a very attractive duo but still!" Sirius laughed out urging his friends to join us. With that they stopped staring and joined the fun.
I was always a big musical theater kid when I was younger. I'm not proud of what I did next.
"I've got chills! They're multiplying. And I'm losing control. Cause the power you're supplying it's, Electrifying! Apparently James singing 'You're the one that I want' is all I've ever needed in my life. I can die a happy man now. "You better shape up 'cause I need a man and my heart is set on you" God the way James' face lit up when I started singing! Jesus, I could just take him upstairs at this moment. We make a whole performance out of the song. Remus and Peter seemed to love it, Sirius not so much.
"Okay none of that!!" He shouted after the song. I rolled my eyes and let out a loud groan. "Ughh fine, Mom!" I mocked in a loud sarcastic voice. When I turned back and winked at James, causing a little smirk to appear on his face. When I start to hear the intro to Sandra Dee I know instantly that Sirius put it on.
"God, remember when we used to make fun of Wallaburg with this song?" He said with a laugh.
"Of course I do! We were so lucky she never found out." As time goes on I can begin to here the alcohol in my voice. While we sang we had a singular cigarette passing it between us. Everyone else was laughing and just having a good time in general.
This. This is all I've ever wanted with my brother. To be able to kid around and have fun. Yes, we have work and it's still a little awkward and tense at times, but we're together.
At some point we all stop singing and just sit around talking. James is sat propped up on the bar, I'm on a stool next to him, Peter is on a chair pulled out from one of the tables, Sirius is sat on a table, with Remus in between his legs in a chair. The 5 of us are playing Never Have I Ever.
"Oh I've got one! Never have I ever had sex in a public place." James glaring at Sirius and Remus, as they both take a sip. Sirius looks up and sees me taking a drink.
"Reggie! I don't know if I should be proud or grossed out because you're my baby brother."
"Sirius, I'm barely younger than you and I'm hardly a baby."
"I'd say." James mutters under his breath. I doubt that Sirius heard him and if he did he chose to ignore it. There's so much tension between me and James. As much as I love having Sirius again and spending time with him I wish he weren't here right now. Almost as if God had heard my prayer or more like Remus had. He'd leaned down and whispered something in Sirius' ear making him go even more red then he was before from the alcohol.
Not even a second Later Sirius said, "Hey guys I'm tired so I'm going to turn in for the night! And Regulus you can take James' bed."
"Oh sweet me and James get to share a bed!" I joke in a satisfied voice, eyeing James.
"Noo! No! No! James, you're sleeping on the couch!" Sirius yelled out instantly waving his hands.
"Aww you always ruin my fun!"
"And my sleep!" James whines out.
"None of this. Night guys!" Sirius says, staring at me and James eyes wide.
"Sirius, don't tell the boys what to do, or I won't do that thing that you like." Remus remarks in a demanding but also seductive tone.
"No please! Uh you guys have fun! James, my innocent little BABY brother!!" Sirius calls out, in one last attempt to stop us, now chasing after Remus who's leaving the bar.
"Well I'm wicked tired too so I'm going to head home." Peter says as he walks out leaving just me and James. I turn to face James, pinning myself in between his legs.
"Don't listen to Sirius, I'm not all that innocent."
"You know what else you aren't? Sober." James utters, backing himself away from me.
"Nor are you." Now I have my head propped up on my hands in between his legs.
He looks down at me breathing a little harder than before. He takes a gulp before continuing, "Yes, but Reg you've drunken a whole bar and then some, whereas I've had a few drinks."
"Jamie, you're missing one important detail." The second the nickname comes out of my lips James' body has a physical reaction, his eyes deepen with lust, his lips part slightly, he adjusts his posture.
"And, what's that, Darling?"
"I can handle my liquor and you can't." I respond now, creeping my hand onto his thigh. He looks down at it and pauses for a second before looking back to my eyes.
"What about your brother?" He breathed out.
"What about him? He did tell us to have fun. So why wouldn't we." I question in an innocent voice looking up at James through my eyelashes, with my hand now on the crouch of his pants, causing him to let out a little whimper. "See why wouldn't I want to not hear that." My lips against his neck pulling him in closer to me.
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"Oh fuck it." James groans, pulling me up to his lips. I have to get on my toes to reach seeing as he's so much taller than me and sitting on a high bar. He breaks away from this kiss looking down to my feet and grins.
"Oh no, Love, this doesn't work." He chuckles dropping from the counter. My confusion and disappointment must have been showing on my face, because he continues, " Don't be sad just yet." He picks me up, walks me over to one of the tables, and sits me down on it. James puts his lips back on mine and begins to push us together. I begin to grind my hips against him, who returns the favor instantly pushing against me. The friction from his jeans against me is driving me crazy. I part my lips allowing his tongue to enter. His tongue piercing against my tongue feels so incredible. He starts to pick up the pace against me. I let out a low moan and he swallowed it.
He pulls away, lowering himself down onto my neck, kissing it. Fuck. His hands come up to the seam of my shirt, stopping to look up at me for consent. I nod my head. He runs his hand up under my shirt, then pulls it off. He kisses down my neck to my collar bone, then to my chest. He lightly fingers one of my nipples while licking around the other causing me to moan. Eventually he continues to work his way down to the tattoo on my hip. It's a star surrounded by sharp detailing, it was the first one I got. James is now on his knees between me, licking and biting, and sucking on the tattoo. His hand are placed on my waist holding me close to him
"God.." My words turn to moans while I try to get them out "You really like my tattoo I see." I breathe out with my head thrown back.
"Hell yes. It's sexy as fuck." He tells me in between kisses. His hand lowered from my waist to my trousers, unbuttoning them and pushing them to the ground along with my underwear, exposing me.
He slowly licks up and down my length. The contrast from his warm mouth and the cold piercing only makes the sensation better. He teases me by licking around the tip which just drives me even crazier.
"Fuck.. ngh James, hurry up." He continues to tease for a few minutes before fully taking me in his mouth. At first he just goes up and down slowly, but then he begins to pick up the pace. I throw my hand into his hair tugging lightly which makes him let out a moan against my dick.
"Oh does the 'Great James Potter' have a hair pulling kink?" I ask in a low teasing voice. He just looks up at me through his lashes, which dear god I could've finished right there with that look.
"Jamie I'm going to fuck your mouth now, okay?" He just looks at me and smiles. But that's not enough confirmation for me.
"I need to hear you, mon Chéri?" He pulls away when I bring my hand to his face and wipe the spit and precum from his lips with my thumb letting it linger there when he says, "Fuck. Yes, okay." With that I bring my hand back to his hair holding him in place while I slowly push into his mouth. I begin to pick up the pace. As I fuck into his mouth he looks up to make eye contact. I throw my head back moaning out.
"James I'm close!" I warn him expecting him to pull away but he stays. When I cum into his mouth he just swallows it up. My hand drops from his hair onto the table to hold myself up. He drags his mouth off lapping up the cum from around me. I pull him up back into a kiss tasting myself on his lips.
He jerks away from me asking, "Shit is the door to the bar locked?" I wrap my fingers into his belt loops pulling him back in.
"Who cares?" I ask in between kisses on his neck.
"What if somebody walks in?" his head leaned back exposing more area for me.
"That's the fun of it." I answer as I inch my hand under his shirt. Obviously accepting that he pulls his shirt off revealing his chest and all the tattoos that come with it. He snakes one hand around to my arse as the other goes up into my hair. I drop my hand down to his jeans that are getting increasingly tighter, unbuttoning them, and he pulls them off. Now leaving him in nothing but his boxers. I message his neglected boner as he starts rubbing around my hole. He has me pinned against the table, both of us standing now. He takes his hand away and brings his finger up to my mouth.
"Suck.. please." God he's so cute! I wrap my lips around his finger sucking on them while he grinds against me pushing me further into the table. I intertwine my fingers into the band of his boxers motioning for him to take them off. He finally drops them to the floor leaving us both nude now. He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and continues to massage around my hole. As time goes on I get more and more inpatient trying to push against his fingers.
"James." I groan out in frustration.
"Yes, Love? Is there something you want?" He leans into my ear whispering, making me even more desperate for him.
"Fuck me already!" I whisper back into his ear in annoyance. At that moment he finally pushes in a finger, causing me to let out a little yelp. My hands on his back scratching him as I push through the initial pain into pleasure. He enters with a second finger continuing to stretch me out, then a third. Then he takes them out as slowly as they'd come in. I let out a little groan of disappointment. We continue to kiss for a little while longer until I can't take it any longer.
"God! James stop dicking around and get to the point please!" I scolded, urging him.
"Well what is that point?" He replies smugly.
"James, I swear to god I will walk home." I moan out as he starts moving up and down my fully hard dick again.
"No you won't."
"No I won't. But still hurry up."
"With?" I swear to god I will punch him if he keeps teasing me like this.
"God, fine enter your dick into me. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"Well that's no way to ask now is it?"
"Potter I'm not going to beg you to fuck me."
"Okay then you won't have anything to beg about." He smiles obviously not going to bug on this. I'm stubborn but right now I just want him to hurry up so I'll give in just this one time.
"Ugh. Fine. James please, please fuck me!" He takes me and turns me around, bending me against the table, I'll never be able to look at this table again.
"Now was that so hard?" He rips open a condom, puts it one, and brings his hand around to my mouth.
"Spit for me, Darling" Once I spit on his hand he uses it to lube up his dick, Finally pushing into me, making me let out a loud moan. At first he moves in and out slowly, kissing down the back of my neck, until I plead out "Fuck!! Harder!"
"And?" He asks with that annoyingly hot cocky tone as he almost fully pulls out leaving only the tip.
"God I really fucking hate you. Please, harder!" The second 'please' leaves my mouth he instantly slams into me in quick jolts. As he fucks me now just an uncoherent string of moans comes out of my mouth. He intertwined his fingers into my hair pulling my head up and whispering into my ear, "Touch yourself, for me, Sexy." I bring my hand down stroking my cock at the same pace as he fucks into me. James, still holding my head up next to his mouth, moans into my ear, his pace becoming a little more erratic.
"Fuck baby, I'm going to cu.." I can feel as he fills up the condom. Still pushing into me as I chase me after my own organism not long after him.
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He pulls out and cleans me up, pulls up our pants, kisses me on the forehead, and walks to the back to grab something, leaving me there still in bliss. James comes back with some cleaning supplies, whipping down the table well.
"Fuck. James that was.. that was incredible." I tell him my voice is still mostly just breath. After a little bit more cleaning up we go upstairs he brings me to his room and hands me some clothes to sleep in.
"You know, don't think I didn't notice my missing Queen shirt from that first night." He laughs out.
"I've no idea what you're talking about." I answer in a fake innocent tone with a small smile.
"Of course you don't, Night Reg." He turns around to leave before I pull him into a kiss.
"Stay." I whisper softly, holding onto his shirt.
"You know why I can't do that." He replies sweetly, giving me one last kiss, and walks out of the room.
Everything about James is so confusing to me. Why do I want him to stay? Why did I kiss him just to kiss him? Why when he kissed me gently on the forehead back at the bar did my stomach feel like that. I really like him it makes no fucking sense. Before I can figure it all out my brain shuts down as I pass out on his bed. I really am exhausted, James wore me out!