Chapter 9
Groupchat:
The end of the world
Dora
Hey Reg, are you alright?
Regieskins
Yes why? How is it going your holiday?
Dora
Just asking, darling :)
Everything is okay here. Just boring.
Dickhead One
Hi assholes!!
Evan is being a shit to me right now :(
I’m sad
Regieskins
Good job Evan
Dickhead’ boyfriend
Thank you Reggie, that’s why you’re my favorite
Anyway
What’s happening there?
Dickhead One
Yeah bud, is it okay?
Regieskins
Yea guys everything’s good stop fussing :<
Dora
Mmmh
If you say so… :(
Dickhead One
What do you know Dora?
Dickhead’ boyfriend
Why do you know Dora?
Regieskins
Who told you anything Dora?
Dora
Stop saying my name :()
Or I will make you by force :D
And your brother told me that happened again
Dickhead One
Another episode?
Dickhead’ boyfriend
Oh fuck Reg, do we need to come home?
Regieskins
Guys! I said stop fussing, I’m good!
And my brother took care of everything with James
Dickhead
Oh James :)
:)))
Dickhead’ boyfriend
You mean the boy you drooled for?
:))))))
Dickhead One
:))))))))
Regieskins
Stop it dickhead.
I will tell you more when you return.
Dickhead’ boyfriend
So there is more to tell ;)))))
Dora
How niceee :’]
Dickhead One
Our little Reggie is growing :’>
Okay group meeting.
At the end of the month.
Keep updated.
🚨 🚨 🚨 🚨 🚨
Regulus put the phone down sighing as he tossed and turned on the bed.
He felt embarrassed by the episode that happened yesterday and couldn't find the courage to go downstairs.
He didn't remember much about what had happened or what he had said but he knew it hadn't been a pretty sight.
He closed his eyes trying to calm down.
He woke up later that afternoon sandwiched between the sofa and James and enjoyed that physical contact, admiring the young man's relaxed face, his long eyelashes touching his cheekbones.
He longed to touch him but didn't dare to do so to avoid waking him.
He looked so at peace.
And then he remembered bits and pieces of that morning.
His brother had also dozed off in the armchair next to them, perhaps watching him while he slept or waiting to check in with him as soon as he woke up.
But he didn't want to.
He already felt too embarrassed and didn't want to face what had caused this panic.
So he extricated himself from that tangle of arms and legs and went to his room, praying that no one would come to disturb him.
He would never be able to look anyone in the eye again.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
He pressed his head against the pillow, catching his breath.
James, what would she think of him now?
That he was a lost case.
James, James, James.
Maybe they should have sent him to a mental hospital.
Maybe he thought it wasn't normal.
Not that that would have been very far from reality, in fact.
He wasn't normal.
It hadn't been for a long time.
But the evening on the balcony had given him new hope, a little joy after a while.
He hadn't felt so appreciated in a long time.
And now he had ruined everything.
He huffed again, slamming his feet onto the mattress.
Maybe he should go to Effie and ask her for a cup of tea.
He found that thought strange, that someone he had been with for just over two weeks had that calming effect on him.
But that was life in the Potter house.
Panic attack aside, it had been very nice.
Loving.
It tasted like home.
Like he had never heard before.
He was starting to understand when his brother told him it was different.
That loving was different.
That the meaning of family was different from what they had learned.
But he didn't believe it.
Parents were always parents, right?
But maybe that wasn't the case.
He heard a soft knock on his bedroom door and stood up as if he had been caught doing something wrong.
Then he called himself stupid once again, he was in his room!
Then he sat down on the bed, taking the first book that came into his hand and pretending to be reading.
"Come in." He cleared his throat, waiting for his brother to enter.
But Sirius wasn't the one who entered.
It was James.
He had a - a tight white t-shirt - hair still dripping, he had probably recently taken a shower.
God was so angry.
No one could look this sexy wearing a plain white t-shirt.
It wasn't fair to mere mortals like him.
He swallowed, continuing to pretend to read.
“I brought you a slice of cake, it's mum's apricot tart, your favourite” he hadn't even noticed the slice of cake, too busy fantasizing about her body.
“Oh hum thanks, you know.. you don't have to bother-“
“Oh please they're all crazy about mum's cakes and besides you're worth it, so don't you dare finish that sentence, Regulus Arcturus Black or I'll go tell my mum and then you'll be on your own.”
He laughed.
It's true, they had told him several times not to worry, that she happily cooked her desserts for them.
But it was still foreign to him.
He was trying to learn that this was love too.
That this was a mother.
He didn't know it could be so sweet.
James placed the cake on the nightstand next to the bed and sat next to him.
He suddenly felt much more agitated.
“Do you like that book?”
“Oh yes, definitely addictive”
Don't ask me the title.
Don't ask me the title.
Don't ask me the title.
He had taken it in such a hurry that he hadn't had time to read it.
“Hmm, considering that you're also reading it backwards, it's easy for me to believe.”
His eyes widened.
Shit.
He had been discovered.
Improvise Reg, improvise.
“Oh yes um, it's called stimulating consciousness, ever heard of it?”
What- what did he just said?
Jesus.
James Potter's ability to make him absolutely cognitively useless was hilarious.
“Of course not, of course. My father does it too, of course. I have never tried"
James hid his smile behind his hand so as not to be seen.
Asshole.
“Yes, it is a fairly common practice.”
He said turning the book over.
The Great Gatsby.
Good to know.
"Are you OK?"
He nodded, avoiding looking him in the eyes.
He hated being treated like a child.
He wanted to be treated as always.
He was working on it, he had several problems, but it wasn't porcelain.
“So why don't we put it down for a moment”
He took the book from him slowly, climbing over his thighs, whispering in to his ear and moving a curl of his hair with his hand.
O-okay James-
Not-
Erro 404 Regulus Black's brain has stopped working.
He put the book down and then straddled his lap.
God-
“You know I thought you were ignoring me”
He cupped the back of his neck with his hands
“No” embarrassed laugh “I-I wasn't even thinking about it”
Okay, this treatment is definitely better.
He could accept this.
Absolutely yes.
“Mmm- good- because after what I told you, I was sorry to wake up alone on the sofa”
S-sofa? Which sofa?
Oh yes the night before.
“No- I- I needed to think-“
James began to brush his nose against his neck, trailing a light trail up to his jaw.
“Before - before doing this Reg - I wanted to apologize to you”
God, maybe his brain had melted, annihilated, but he didn't understand.
“Yesterday - I don't know if you remember - I touched you without your permission - I know when you don't like being touched, not being used to emotional contacts and I have -“
“James, love, you did what you had to do about the situation. I don't blame you and you didn't bother me. In fact, you are the person I would most like to touch right now."
He said with difficulty, squinting to concentrate.
“Even now? You don't know what this sentence does to my ego, Regulus."
He moved rubbing his crotch against his pants and a high pitched moan escaped his lips.
He wasn't used to this contact.
He'd always been deprived of it and had never met anyone he'd actually wanted to hit on, but damn, he was regretting not doing it sooner.
“J-James I don't-“
“What darling?”
"I've never done-" James rubbed their crotches again and felt heat radiate from his lower abdomen.
“God James” he moaned shamelessly, his vision blurred with pleasure.
A fire that expanded in the lower abdomen.
“I like it when you say my name like that, love”
He made him lie down on the mattress and Regulus found himself obeying meekly, without the ability to speak.
The boy lay on top of him, making their bodies collide perfectly.
James was much taller than him and exuded a prominent heat unlike his freezing skin, even though they were in the summer.
"Can I?"
James told him softly, starting to massage his scalp and curls.
He nodded absolutely entranced by all those emotions that were bombarding his neurons.
“With your voice darling”
“Yes James, please”
And finally he made their lips collide.
Lips in sync that sought each other, initially a light and tender caress, and then transformed into an engine of emotions.
Love me James, he found herself wanting.
Do it like this.
Do it for life.
Because between his embrace and his lips he felt right.
He felt reborn. It felt right.
He was no longer the monster his mother made him out to be.
James' fingers running along his body made him find peace.
He held him so tight, grounded in reality.
And he could do nothing but writhe beneath him.
James began to hold himself with his forearms above him so as not to weigh him too much, but already that lack of contact seemed too much to him.
He put her arms around his neck and pulled him towards her.
He wanted to feel that contact, that weight that was telling him that everything was real, that it was with James that they were kissing, caressing, loving.
He tightened his thighs around James' hips pushing himself further and this time it was James who moaned.
Then Regulus did it again.
And again.
The sounds James made were pure hell and heaven.
Temptation and sanctification.
Which made him reborn and die.
Ice and heat.
“God Regulus stop I don't-“
“What James? Are we no longer as confident as before?”
By now the excitement had taken over his usually logical side and he couldn't help but enjoy seeing James reduced to a mess thanks to him.
Hair all messed up, full red lips, crooked glasses, crooked smile, eyes shining with pleasure.
His hands still in his hair.
Hips to hips.
“It's not that honey, it's that if we don't stop now even our neighbors will hear you moan my name, I'll take you so hard on this bed that in the end you'll be begging for me to stop, without the faculty of walking.”
His smile widened even more, sending him into a tailspin once again.
He couldn't hold on much longer.
He still couldn't believe he had James Potter on top of him snogging him senseless.
“James, you keep saying that, but you'll be the one begging to stop, that's a promise.”
A moan of satisfaction followed and the boy started kissing him again even harder than before, making his intestines twist and see bright dots.