Chapter 2
James was an idiot. Regulus' inner thoughts had been confirmed as the broom swayed under the weight of two people.
"James Fleamont Potter, get this broom on the ground right now"
"Relax Reggie" James pulls him closer so Regulus is on top of his legs "See it's fine just hold on"
"If I get injured the day before the Quidditch cup I will hex you and your whole family" Regulus could feel James shaking with laughter as he clung to his neck "You're going to pay for this Potter" Regulus shouted as he scrambled off of the broom when they landed in the stands but he only walked a few steps before a hand closed around his wrist.
"Let me apologise" Regulus crashes into James' chest as he's pulled forward. Looking up he sees James' smirk as he looks down at Regulus' flushed face
"Shut up, Potter" Regulus reaches up and pulls James' face down to meet his. He presses his lips against his mouth softly. "Let's have fun Potter" James kisses him back pushing him down into one of the chairs and kneeling in front of him. Regulus tips his head back as James' fingers unbuckle his Quidditch gear, groaning as he struggles with all the straps.
"What freak wears full gear to practice" Regulus laughs and guides James' hands around the gear until it lies on the floor around them, leaving Regulus in his black top and shorts.
"I didn't realise the Quidditch fanatic was so inept"
"Oh, I'll show you how ept I am" James leans forward his body between Regulus' legs as he kneels. He threads his hand through Reg's hair as he kisses up his neck and along his sharp jawline. Regulus squirms under the feeling, pulling James to his lips, his legs locking around his back in an attempt to get closer. He arches his back as James bites his lip and moans.
"James" Reg reaches for the hem of his shirt and pulls it off before reaching for the waistband of James' joggers "Do you have protection?"
"Funnily enough I didn't see this happening"
"Changing rooms" Regulus gasps as James stands up with ease, Regulus' legs still wrapped around his waist. "You're pretty strong Potter, carry a lot of boys around?"
"Are you asking if I'm a virgin Reggie? Are you about to get all pious on me?" James kisses his forehead "You aren't the first I'll say that but we're here right now"
"Don't call me Reggie, you're going to pay for that"
"Oh?" James puts him down on the bench before he sits next to him "Are you?"
Regulus doesn't give any warning before he pushes James so he's lying flat and Regulus is straddling his hips. He takes James' wrists holding them above his head before trailing long intense kisses down his stomach, leaving marks in his wake that spell out an R. Once he's finished with his work James is whimpering and moaning beneath him. "Shhh Potter, don't want anyone to find us" Regulus puts a finger to his lip before trailing it down his stomach and pulling the waistband of his joggers and boxers to just below his crotch. "This okay?" James nods eagerly as Reg spits into his hand before wrapping it around James' boner. James groans loudly arching his back and straining against Regulus' hold on his wrists.
"Stop" As if a spell had been broken Regulus jumped back letting go of James, panic flowing down his face and washing away any pleasure.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realise you were uncomforta-"
"I wasn't, I just, wanted to do some other things before I came" James blushed as he smiled up at him leaning back on his elbows "Where were those condoms you were talking about?" Regulus smiles sheepishly
"Sorry, I have a thing about touch sometimes and I thought you might.. sorry it was stupid" Regulus grabs the condoms from Evan's locker, sending a silent thanks in the direction of the dormitories, when he turns back around James has fully removed his joggers and boxers and is looking at him.
"You're much more caring than you let on baby Black"
"I try," Regulus says in a heavily sarcastic tone as he throws the condom box to James who catches it effortlessly. He watches him for a moment before going to pull off the rest of his clothes, he can't stare at James. This is simply a way for them both to let loose before the big match, and he can't let himself get distracted. As perfect as James may seem now, Regulus had to remind himself that James had only seen this part of him. The side that didn't shy away from touch or yell, the side that was perfectly fine with being a quick shag. Even better a quick shag that wouldn't tell anyone. To think he had almost let himself carried away, he was half tempted to leave now but a large part of him wanted this experience to look back on. He was still undecided when James spoke again.
"I know you do" James wolf whistles as Reg turns around "Merlin, I know this is probably, like, objectification but you're so hot" Regulus blushed and he knew he wouldn't walk away, as long as James was looking at him like that he couldn't be dirty or wrong, and as selfish as it is, it's exactly what Regulus needed. So he cleared his mind and smiled as he walked towards James.
"Not too bad yourself Potter"
"Call me James, just for tonight"
"James"
"I think everyone has been saying it wrong Reggie because it has never sounded as right as it does now," Instead of berating him for the nickname Regulus just kissed him because by God if James kept speaking this might be more than a hookup. Who would have thought, his first time with James? Certainly not Sirius. Though Regulus didn't particularly want to think about him right now. Luckily James was an excellent diversion as he turned Regulus so his back was pressed against James' torso. As James' lips caressed Reg's shoulder his hand reached down and slowly began to stroke Regulus' member. "Is this your first time?" Reg nodded, unable to speak as he moaned under James' gentle touch, "We don't have to go the full way if you don't want to, I'm having a pretty great time right now anyway"
"I want to, just take it slow, okay?" Regulus didn't need to hear any agreement, as annoying as James was Regulus could trust him. Maybe it was this trust that made it seem natural as Regulus bent down over the bench letting James take control of the situation. Or maybe it was the fact James was very good at this, which seemed to be the only thought in his head as he moaned James' name as he adjusted to him. "More" James seemed to have been waiting for that as he began to thrust in and out of him, slowly at first but soon he was gripping Regulus' hips as he slammed in repeatedly. Regulus whimpered loudly squeezing his eyes shut as the world around him shattered. He had orgasmed before, in the privacy of his dorm bathroom and his bedroom at home, but nothing compared to the way James Potter had made him feel. He could tell from the heavy panting that he wasn't the only one lost in thought right now.
"You okay Reggie?" James rubbed a soothing hand down his back "Sorry if I went a bit hard, you seemed to be liking it but my first time was pretty overwhelming"
"I'm good" Regulus nodded, swallowing down the urge to ask James how he was. Instead, he reached for his clothes, pulling his shorts over his trembling legs.
"What? Are you not gonna talk to me? Did I do something wrong?"James stared at him with what seemed like genuine concern. It almost hurt to turn him down but Regulus couldn't risk this happening again. He'd had a great time but he was the Black heir, he wasn't meant to sleep around and definitely not with blood traitors or men. Walburga would kill him if she knew which was why no one could ever find out.
"I'm fine, just tired, Quidditch will start in a couple of hours. You should probably get ready" He pretended not to see the pain in James' eyes at the dismissal.
"Right, you're right. Um, I guess I'll see you there then?" Regulus didn't bother nodding as he left, pulling his t-shirt over his head as he left the room. Only then did he let emotion creep in. An agonising mix of fear and joy. Surely he couldn't be gay, but no matter how much he twisted and turned in bed that night, imagining himself with nearly every girl in his year, no fantasy could compare to the reality that was James Potter.
As Barty shook him awake a few hours later his cheeks were hardened by dried tears; a trail of salt leading down to his swollen lips. When he licked it away it was bitter and cold, a reminder from the universe of what he had to be.
No matter what James had done to him last night he was a Black; he would be cruel until the final minute and would win at any cost. He couldn't let James Potter distract him, looking back last night had been a test and Regulus had failed miserably but he wouldn't be fooled by the golden boy again.