“Mornin’.” Remus said, whilst blowing on his hot cup of coffee. Regulus looked up from his place on the sofa and grinned, showing his pearly-white fangs to all. Regulus silently gestured to the place on the sofa next to him, where James was lying face-down, in Regulus’ grey hoodie, and his hair way messier than it usually was. He was snoring loudly and drool was definitely dried on his chin.
“What? Scared to wake him?” Remus teased, and Regulus remained silent. Remus lent down and picked up a white pillow which was at his feet, before throwing it directly at James’ head. All that came of it was a louder snore from James. “He wouldn’t wake up if a tornado hit us right now.”
“Where are the others?” Regulus asked, pulling out his phone and checking the time. It was ten forty on a Sunday, and it was the morning after the craziest party of the year.
“Sirius is asleep in my bed,” Remus started, sharing a knowing glance with Regulus before continuing, “Dorcas and Marlene are passed out fully clothed in the bathtub. Evan took Pandora home after he caught her stoned on the balcony, and Barty obviously went with them. Peter, Lily and Mary are,” Remus fumbled for his lighter and accidentally dropped the cigarette box in the process.
He crouched down to pick it up with a disheartened sigh. “This is more bending over then I did last night.”
“Remus!” Regulus shouted in disgust. “That’s my fucking brother, prick.”
“Sorry Reg, their at the corner shop right now.” Remus finished, walking over to the kitchen windowsill to blow out a puff of cigarette smoke.
“Do you remember what happened last night?” Regulus suddenly asked, breaking the silence.
“I remember drinking lots of whiskey, blasting some Drake, and uh.” He trailed off, not wanting to describe the activities which Remus and Sirius had gotten up to during the party. “But I don’t really,”
“Me and James kissed.” Regulus suddenly interrupted, and Remus dropped his cigarette out the window in surprise.
Without even consideration for the lost cigar, he hurried over to the sofa in which Regulus was sat, and pushed James’ legs away from the space next to him. Remus sat down with Regulus, his body facing his general direction.
“What the fuck.” Remus stated, as a way of asking Regulus to explain.
Regulus, understanding, began explaining.
FLASHBACK
Regulus was definitely drunk, or high, or both. One moment he had been chatting animatedly to Pandora, and the next he was throwing up into Remus’ bin. Now, he was wondering into the kitchen, looking for Remus’ secret stash of chocolate. Regulus was rummaging through the cupboards when he heard the door creak open. He almost jumped out of his skin before he turned around to see Potter.
The idiot had his glasses on crooked, and was giggling with an empty bottle of alcohol in hand. Regulus, who probably looked very guilty, straightened up and just gaped at him like a fish.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Potter asked, running his hand through his chocolate curls.
“I’m not looking at you.” Regulus said, drunkly, before his legs gave way slightly. His knees folded and he fell to the floor, giggling manically.
“Okay, shit Reg, you’re drunk.” Potter said, putting his glass bottle down with a clank.
“You’re drunk.” Regulus combatted, staring at Potter in the eyes. Eventually, their gazes met, and there was a moment of silence as they just basked in each others presence. Regulus would feel like the luckiest man in the world if he could drown in that Hazel gaze. If Potter’s eyes were the sun, he would’ve gone blind from how long he was staring into them.
The silence was broken when Regulus leant in and kissed him deeply, cupping Potter’s cheeks into his cold, skinny hands. Surprisingly, Potter kissed back, running his fingers through Regulus’ curls. Both of their eyes were closed, at least Regulus assumed so, and nothing could be heard in the kitchen except for the sounds of them hungrily snogging.
Regulus tugged on Potter’s white shirt, the sleeves of his own grey hoodie getting fluff all over it. Suddenly, Potter broke away, just staring at Regulus in a moment of disbelief.
Regulus immediately wiped the kiss off of his lips, and shakily tried to pull himself up to stand. Potter, being the gentleman that he is, attempted to support Regulus, but it only ended with Regulus projectile vomiting on Potter’s clean shirt.
“There there.” Potter said, patting Regulus on the back, even as Regulus continued to embarrassingly hurl and stain his shirt. It continued for about ten seconds before Regulus was left gasping for air, on the verge of fainting. Pandora must’ve really given him some messed up shit.
“I’m sorry.” Regulus repeated, over and over again, as Potter lead him towards the sink and filled up a nearby glass with cold water.
“It’s fine, Reg, honestly.” Potter reassured him, as Regulus strained to take off his hoodie and give it to Potter instead of his own white shirt. “You don’t have to,” Potter started.
“Take it, please.” Regulus insisted, and obviously Potter caved in.
FLASHBACK OVER
“Shit.” Remus said, heavily sighing. “Well, it can’t happen again, and Sirius can’t know.” He stated, quite clearly.
“What if I have feelings for him?” Regulus suddenly said, and Remus, now silent, turned to face Regulus with a tired look on his face. Regulus clearly wasn’t joking, he was staring at Remus with the most sincere look on his face ever.
Remus looked from Regulus to James, who was sleeping in Regulus’ hoodie on the same sofa as him. James couldn’t shut up about Regulus to both Peter and Remus, but Sirius still hadn’t a clue in the world. They would make a cute couple, though. They’d both had established feelings for each other, and it was obvious from Regulus’ recollection of the previous night that they were a perfect match.
Fuck it.
“Then I’ll try to get Sirius in a good mood.”