Regulus fumbled with his belt as he was undressing. He pulled off his pants and picked up the silky, dark green garment. Damn Barty, and his stupid bets and his stupid sense of humor. And him for being stupid enough to make a bet with him. Regulus pulled up the skirt and went over to the mirror to see just how pathetic and stupid he looked.
The skirt was ending just before his knee caps, covering the important stuff and most of his legs but still less than however much he was comfortable and familiar with. The thought of how everyone’s eyes would be on him as soon as he stepped into the Great Hall, and see him in a teeny-tiny skirt, made him blush beet-red and let out a groan of embarrassment.
“Regulus? You good?” Pandora’s voice came from the other side of the locked dorm room. She wasn’t supposed to be there as a Ravenclaw but none of the Slytherins would dare to try to kick her out or snitch on her. The price would be too high for whatever minute-long satisfaction that they would feel. Regulus, Barty, Evan and Dorcas could be creative, even more than the Marauders if they wanted.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just-” He sighed defeatedly and unlocked the door. “Please fix me up?”
Pandora took in his appearance with an amused smile and went to fix his skirt. She pulled it over his shirt and made sure his underwear wouldn’t be seen. She also cast a spell to make sure that he wouldn’t accidentally flash at someone. He was grateful.
“Done. Don’t forget to never bend over though. Just levitate if you drop something.”
Regulus blushed again and nodded with a grimace. He couldn’t believe how much he was blushing that day. He was supposed to have full control over himself. He was supposed to be able to look the most powerful Legilemences in the eye, lie relentlessly and nail it. He was a Black! Yet a simple skirt was breaking through all of his defenses.
A wolf whistle came from the doorway; Barty, Evan and Dorcas all smirking at Regulus and shamelessly checking him out. “Fuck off!” Reggie yelled but all it accomplished was making them laugh. Dorcas stepped in to take a closer look.
“You look nice. It fits you.”
“A skirt?” Regulus croaked out. Dorcas smirked.
“Yes. Want some eyeliner too? It would make your eyes look better.”
“No thank you!”
“Yes please!”
Him and Barty yelled out at the same time. They held each other’s gazes for a moment -Regulus glaring, Barty smirking- before Reg pounced to make a run for it and Barty jumped to block his way. Cue to three of his -traitorous- best friends holding Reg down as the fourth one applied eyeliner.
***
The breakfast was going fairly usual and boring for a Thursday morning. James, Sirius, Remus and Peter were all half-way done with their food when the Slytherin Skittles, as Sirius had once called them, entered the Great Hall. Normally, that wouldn’t’ve been such an important thing, if Regulus Black was not wearing a fucking skirt.
The whole Great Hall went dead-silent. The students were staring, with open mouths and wide eyes. The professors were looking at each other, trying to determine what to say or do in such a situation. Sirius was looking at his brother like he had grown a second head. Remus and Peter were starting to smirk at the expression on the younger Black’s face. And James was… not available at the moment. He was busy as his soul was currently ascending from his body.
The five moved to their respective tables and started eating, completely ignoring the stares. Regulus was trying his hardest to keep his bush down and not turn into a fucking tomato.
Remus kicked James under the table to get him to stop drooling because Sirius’ brain was starting to kick back in.
“He- He- did you- Did he just- Is- Is he- did you see that?! Is he really wearing a fucking skirt?!”
“Yes. Yes, he is.” James answered immediately, still dazed. Remus kicked him again. Sirius smacked him upside the head.
“That’s my brother you’re fucking ogling you fucking asshat!”
“Sorry! I’m sorry! He just looks so good! Ow!” Sirius smacked him again.
***
Regulus was walking to the Slytherin Common Room, to spend the free period he had before dinner on reading, when someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the broom closet that he was passing. His immediate reaction was to panic but before he could scream, trash or even yelp, a pair of lips were at his ear and a familiar voice was whispering. “It’s me.” Regulus got out of his lover’s hold and turned to glare at him.
“James! Are you crazy?! You scared me to death!” He whisper-shouted.
“Sorry Love, didn’t mean to. You just look so pretty in that skirt that I couldn’t wait another second to get my hands on you.”
Regulus was now thankful to the darkness in the closet that he had cursed at first. It was protecting his dignity by hiding his pink cheeks after all.
“So, you wanted to compliment me? That’s all?”
“Oh, I want to do much more than just that.” James purred dangerously lowly, his hands sneaking around Regulus’ waist and a dark glint appearing in his eyes. “If you’re in for it too, that is.”
Regulus, though he would never admit it, squeaked and went beet-red. “James! We’re in a broom closet, I-”
“We’ve did things at the Astronomy Tower before. I say it’s the same difference. We just had a better view up there.”
“What if someone walks in on us or hears us-”
“Locking charms and silencing charms. Already placed them.”
Already? God, James had planned this. Thoroughly. It was making it hard to breath for Regulus.
“Hey, we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”
And there it was. James had switched right back to the concerned, puppy-like boyfriend mode as soon as Regulus had taken just a second too long to answer for his taste. Honestly, the nerve of this git. Rile your boyfriend up and then wait for a second only for his flustered brain to catch up and answer you before immediately saying “We don’t have to do anything.”
“Of course I want to, you just never give me enough time to process, asshole.”
James let his forehead fall onto Reg’s shoulder as his body shook with faint laughter. “Of course, huh?” He teased. “You like me that much?”
“Shut up.” There was a hidden whine somewhere in those words. “And kiss me. I’d rather finish up before dinner tim-”
And James was kissing him. He tasted like elf-made treacle tarts and cold pumpkin juice. One of his hands were gripping Regulus’ waist and the other one was holding the side of his head. Regulus went to wrap an arm around his neck and held his collar to keep him close with the other one. His boyfriend pushed him against the cold wall and began panting as they pulled back to catch their breaths.
Regulus’ face burned as he felt blood rush south at the sound of James alone. He could feel his boner making an appearance. Oh fuck, it would be even more visible through the skirt. Shit.
James chuckled. “Someone’s eager.” Regulus felt his eyes widen and looked away immediately. James laughed again. He began placing feather-light kisses to Reg’s neck as his hands slowly moved further down. His knee came up to rest between his lover’s legs and Regulus let out a small moan when he felt it rubbing at his bulge. He bit his lip.
“I want to hear you.” James mumbled into his collarbone between kisses. “Don’t silence yourself.” Before Regulus found it in himself and managed to answer, James smashed their lips together and bit his lip himself.
His hands sneaked under Reg’s skirt and gripped the sides of his underwear. Regulus let out a shuddering breath as he felt his boxers being rid of. He could only imagine how disheveled he must be looking. Face red and flushed, lips pink and plump, hair all messed up and clothes all scattered. No underwear.
James fell to his knees in front of him and placed his palms on Reg’s thighs, holding them teasingly light and smirking up at Regulus as he did so. The Slytherin cursed under his breath and clenched his eyes shut, impossibly turned on.
He yelped and looked back down just a second later though, when James bit his thigh sharply and left an undeniable hickey down there. “Eyes on me Love.” Regulus’ soul left his body.
James then pushed his legs apart and pulled his skirt up. He breathed down at his cock and Regulus couldn’t take the sight anymore -James looking up at him with the darkest eyes and the crookest smirk ever and breathing on his red, hard cock-, he had to look away.
That only earned him another hickey though. “I said eyes on me. Or we can use a blindfold too, if you’d like. Like how we did at the time in the library, remember? When you wouldn’t look me in the eye as I was pumping you? After all, you don’t have to see at all if you’re not looking at me, Darling.” The Gryffindor whispered and Regulus cursed under his breath. He shook his head.
“So, you’ll keep your eyes on me?”
He nodded.
“Words. I want words Regulus.”
“Y-Yes.”
“Good.”
Regulus almost jumped out of his skin when James licked a stripe up his cock without a warning. He let out a shameless moan. And kept looking.
One of the corners of James’ mouth lifted up for a second before he took in the tip of his lover’s leaking cock. He teased Regulus at first, sucking only a little bit to leave him wanting for more and also just touching his thighs to overwhelm him. It worked beautifully.
Regulus was a writhing, panting mess above him in no time; face burning as he forced himself to keep looking and not try to keep quiet. It was one of James’ favorite sights in the whole world, he loved seeing his boyfriend like that. He loved making him feel good. He loved taking him apart and making a mess of him. He was addicted to the feeling.
“James, please…” Reggie’s pleading whisper signaled to him that it was time and James took Regulus into his mouth fully.
Reg’s thighs were trembling with the effort to stand upright, and his hands were gripping at James’ hair, and his eyes were still on the Gryffindor’s face, and wanton moans were slipping past his lips. He came a second after his cock hit the back of James’ throat and he saw his lover gag. James swallowed him down, not wasting a drop.
The Slytherin slid down the wall and sat onto the floor. James pulled him onto his lap and gently stroked his legs and thighs. “You good Baby?”
“Yes.” He tried to breathe evenly and stop panting. “Do you want me to help you with your little problem?” Regulus asked, gesturing to the bulge in his boyfriend’s pants.
James unbuttoned himself and let out the softest moan as Reggie’s fingers wrapped around his length. His lover started to pump slowly and James didn’t sensor himself. He made noise.
Regulus edged him a couple times, just to hear the word ‘please’ from his lips in such a state, before finally letting him cum. They sat there for minutes, both very incredibly disheveled and worn out and breathing in sync; before James reached out to get his wand.
He cast a cleaning charm to clean up his mess before pulling up his pants and giving Regulus his boxers. They fixed their clothes and hair and cast some cleaning charms on themselves too, to get rid of the smell that screamed sex.
Regulus went ahead and cast a fragrant breath charm for James. After all, he had sucked his brains out through his cock. Regulus couldn’t imagine that not taking a toll on one’s breath.
After they were both done, James pulled out his invisibility cloak and wrapped it around himself. He disappeared for a moment only before reappearing in front of Regulus and stealing a kiss. “See you later Reggie.” And then the door was being opened and he was gone. And Regulus was smiling like a loon.
***
“So, where have you been?” Dorcas asked, faking her casual tone horribly.
“I had something to do.”
“Hmm…” Evan hummed. “Was that thing James Potter?”
Regulus choked on his spit. “W-What? What d-do you mean?”
“Don’t do that Regulus, you know you can’t lie to us.” Pandora sang. “Plus, it’s not like we’re going to judge. Dorcas is head over heels for McKinnon, and I can sell my soul to the Devil for a single kiss from Evans.” She finished dreamily.
“Okay, eww.”
She turned to hotly glare at him. “Hmh. Do you see me shaming you for those marks on your neck and thighs Regulus?”
“… Shit.”
“You’re not so sneaky.”
“Shut it ‘Cas. Do you think anyone else has seen it?”
“I don’t think so.” Barty said. “Trust me, you have beautiful legs, but no one would dare to stare at them.”
Regulus made a face. “Why?”
“Because us.” Evan answered.
“And Because Sirius.” Pandora added.
“… So, my friends -who were the reason behind me being stuck with wearing a skirt for the whole day in the first place- and my brother -whom I have not spoken to other than fighting or dueling in the past four years- have been threatening people, students, our classmates, dormmates and peers, behind my back… So that I won’t feel uncomfortable?”
“Basically.”
“Yes.”
“Aha.”
“Yeah.”
“… I am so done.” Regulus moved to go up to his dorm, though Dorcas’ voice stopped him. “And Reg? Keep the skirt. I’m afraid I’ll have to burn it for health and safety reasons if you give it back to me.”
The others burst out laughing as Regulus turned into a fucking tomato, flipped them the bird and stomped up the stairs.