RED SUPERGIANT (BRIGHTER)
RED SUPERGIANT (BRIGHTER)
Regulus walks out of the bathroom and heads to the bar. He slams 50 pounds on the table in front of the bartender who’s cleaning glasses. Regulus watches the scarred Alpha look down at the money before looking at Regulus.
“5 shots, now. Keep the change.” Regulus says, feeling his left eye twitching.
The bartender raises an eyebrow before placing 5 shot glasses on the table. He presents a vodka bottle, “Straight?”
“Yes,” Regulus nods, his mind is clearing up, and he hates it.
“Alright,” the Alpha in front of him lines the shot cups next to each other before pouring the bottle.
“Mind sharing?” A deep voice interrupts. Regulus looks to his left.
The Alpha is brown and handsome, his smile cheeky and big. Regulus wonders if it hurts to smile that big. He has the urge to smack it out of his face.
“No, it’s fucking mine,” Regulus grabs the shots and brings them closer to his chest.
The man laughs deeply, the smile stretching and showing off his white teeth as he throws his head back.
Where would anyone find a reason to be this happy?
They probably didn’t have a shitty partner they wasted 3 years being with.
“Of course, my bad, I apologise,” the man raises his hand in a fake surrender. “I’m James.”
“Alright.”
“Nice to meet you.” James says, his voice slurring, he stretches his hand for a handshake.
Regulus ignores the hand and takes a shot. “Fuck,” he hisses and takes another.
“Shit,” the burn in his throat reaches his stomach.
“Slow down—” James says, reaching out to touch Regulus.
“Don’t tell me what to do!” Regulus bellows, The shot glass feels like it's about to shatter under his grip, his eyes wide as they move back and forth between the glass and the stranger.
“No telling you what to do, got it.” James says calmly, sealing his lips with a zipping gesture.
Regulus glares at him before reluctantly nodding, his hand trembles as he lifts the shot glass to his lips. He shakes his head as he feels the rush of the shot, his eyes land on the bartender who is watching their interaction, amusement dancing in his eyes while his lips are in a thin line.
Regulus peers at James to take a good look at the alpha; he watches his arms move as he takes a sip of his drink, the muscles big and stiff.
Great, now he’s fantasising. Regulus looks down to where the man is sitting, his thighs huge and big. He wonders what it feels like to grind on them.
Regulus is standing, and the man is still taller than him. Regulus swears he’s surrounded by giants. He’s not fucking short; he’s 176 cm; he's tall, for Christ's sake! That’s tall!
He glances back at James and finds him smiling widely, his hands on his cheeks, clearly delighted that Regulus was checking him out.
Dear Mary, what is wrong with him?
He looks back at the bartender and finds him making drinks for a woman several seats away.
“Do you know his name?” Regulus says, nodding at the highly tall bartender.
“Oh, yeah! Moony!” James screams, getting Moony’s? Attention. Moony nods and raises a wait sign with his hand.
“His name is Moony?” Regulus asks, looking at the man. He does not look like a Moony at all. He’s handsome in a rugged way. He should be named Alexander the Great or something.
“No,” James laughs. What the fuck does he have to be so happy about? “It’s Remus. Moony is a nickname.”
“Alright." Yeah, Remus is better than Moony, pagan but better.
“It’s a funny story, actually. See, they call me Prongs bec—”
“I really don’t give a shit,” Regulus interrupts, uninterested. He has listened to alphas going off and losing the plot too many times to care.
“Understood.” James nods solemnly as if Regulus just preached a Bible verse.
“You’re silly,” Regulus says flatly before taking the fourth shot, shaking his head as haziness fills him.
“What can I help you with?” Remus says, his smile small, eyes tired.
Regulus grabs his bag and pulls out a bundle of money he stole from Tom’s safe before the breakup. He places it on the table in front of Remus.
James lets out an ‘Oh!’ and stands up, confirming Regulus’ assumption of him being a giant. James hides the money and Regulus with his body.
Regulus doesn’t understand why he's being sheltered; he's giving the money away.
“Listen, Remus, this is for you and the other bartenders. It’s a tip for what I’m about to do,” Regulus says, his eyes set on Remus with determination.
“I— what?” Remus looks confused as he stares at the money as if he’s never seen this much all at once. He probably hasn’t, but Regulus can’t deal with poor people right now.
“For. You. Now, I’m doing something you won’t like.”
Regulus grabs James' arms and looks up at him. “Help me up on the table.”
James gives him one of his goofy smiles before grabbing Regulus’ waist, lifting him up with no problem. ‘Note for later,’ Regulus tells himself as James places him on the big blue circular table.
“Remus,” Regulus says when he doesn’t get an answer. He looks down to find the man staring at the money like it saved his life and offended him simultaneously.
“Remus!” Regulus yells. “I can’t deal with your lower-class problems right now.”
James barks out a laugh, looking up at Regulus with his giant arms crossed, his big brown eyes gleaming and twinkling.
“Lower class?” Remus says in a high-pitched voice that doesn’t suit him.
“Shhh, do you have a microphone?” Regulus says, tapping his heels on his table.
“I’m not sure I should give you one,” Remus says.
“Oh, come on, Moony, he has a statement to make,” James defends him.
“Yes, a very important one,” Regulus says, looking around. He already got a few people's attention.
“Forget it,” Regulus whispers, feeling a rush of uncertainty.
“Everyone!” Regulus screams, getting the attention of the people around him, “Am I hot?”
‘Building a new foundation outside of validation’ starts tomorrow. Tonight, he’s getting all the validation he wants
“Hell yes,” James cheers loudly, his hands cupped around his mouth.
Regulus gets a few cheers from the crowd and a ‘get down, you twat’ from a dickhead in the crowd.
“Thank you, now look at this.” Regulus turns around and shows his ass and naked back to the crowd. The cheers get louder, mostly alphas, because nobody has ever told them to shut up once in their lives.
But tonight, that’s not important.
“Thank you again.”
“That’s our best friend!” Barty shouts, arms around a drunk Evan.
“Yes, thank you, Barty.” Regulus raises a hand. “Listen, tonight I broke up with my stupid fucking Alpha!”
He gets boos, and Regulus assumes it’s because someone lets him go. After all, he’s a God, and everybody should want him.
“Yes, he’s an idiot, and I'm smart, wonderful, and beautiful. He didn't appreciate me, and now he will regret it!” Regulus pulls Tom’s black card out of his bag. “Tonight, your drinks are on him! So come get your drinks before he cancels the card.”
The cheers got louder, and people started clapping, getting closer to the bar.
If there is one thing old money hates, it's spending money on others. They are greedy and don’t like charity that doesn’t get written off as taxes, but if there is anyone greedier, it's new money, and this is a big fuck you to Tom.
Regulus gives the card to Remus, who lets out a sigh.
“Make it a big tab and charge it all at once so it doesn’t get cancelled.” Regulus says, handing the card to Remus before he makes grabby hands at James.
James laughs and grabs Regulus' waist, picking him up and placing him on the ground. “Well?”
Regulus stares at James' body; it will do just fine, perfect even.
“Lay on the table. I’m taking my last shot off your body,” Regulus demands. People are crowding the bar, some thanking him and touching his shoulder.
He wants to bite their hands off.
James doesn’t even voice his agreement; he immediately removes his shirt, showing off his abs and muscles. Regulus wants to kill someone because nobody needs to look this hot.
“Do you live in a gym?” Regulus asks, nodding at the table.
“I’m a firefighter,” James says, sitting on the table and waiting for Remus to clear the table. Regulus would feel bad if he didn’t just pay for Remus’ rent for the next couple of months.
“Um,” Regulus hums. He wants to be surprised, but looking at James, there were only a couple options for his line of work, or maybe he's just stereotyping the Alpha. Does it matter if James is the stereotype? At the very least he’s not Tom, who sits on his butt all day commanding people with an attitude of a dictator, with perfect salt and pepper hair—
“Do you want to pour the shot into his belly button?” Remus asks, placing salt on James' lower stomach
“Ew, no, I’m not sucking anything out of anyone’s belly button; place the shot on his stomach. It’s hard enough to stand on its own.” Regulus says, taking the lime wedge from Remus’ hands.
“It’s true, I mean check—“ Whatever James wanted Regulus to check was lost when Regulus shoved the lime wedge in the Alpha’s mouth to shut up.
Regulus gets up on the table again, harder without James's help, and sits on top of James’ legs.
Regulus places his hands behind his back and bends down to lick the salt on James' lower abdomen; he tongues the stomach, enjoying the soft, firm skin before he reaches his shot glass. Sadly taking his mouth off the Alpha’s body, Regulus closes his mouth around the shot and tips his head back, closing his eyes tightly as he feels the rush.
Ignoring the cheers from people watching, he looks down and sees James' dark eyes on him, watching him with his arms behind his head.
Regulus stares back; not breaking eye contact as James sits up slightly and takes the glass out of Regulus' mouth. James places it down on the table before lying down again.
With his hands still behind his back, Regulus moves closer, placing his bum on James' crotch before bending down. Regulus' lips touch the Alpha’s full lips, and neither of them closes their eyes, watching each other.
James pushes the lime to his mouth with his tongue; Regulus closes his mouth around the lime and suppresses a shiver as the Alpha looks him in the eyes intensely. He sits up slightly and bites down on the lime's bitter, sour taste; the Alpha leans up and takes the lime out of his mouth.
‘He’s waiting,’ Regulus realises as he stares at James, waiting for Regulus to kiss him.
With Tom at the back of his head, Regulus bends down and kisses the Alpha, mouth open as he tastes the whiskey sour James has been drinking; the scent of the Alpha fills his nose as he moans softly into the kiss. Ocean waves and lilac, that’s what James smells like; it’s pleasant and soft on his nose not overwhelming.
’I want to live in it.’ Regulus thinks as he presses his body against James’ while they make out on the table.
Regulus gently pulls away to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling as he looks into James's eyes. What he sees there nearly takes his breath away. James is gazing at him with droopy, lovesick eyes. A lazy smile stretches across his face as if he's basking in the afterglow of their kiss.
“What is wrong with you?” Regulus whispers, frowning.
“I just got kissed by the most beautiful person I have ever met”, James whispers, his smile getting bigger. “This is the best day ever.”
“That's… oh wow.” Regulus has never met someone so expressive, so open with themselves; alphas are typically so expressionless you have to break their walls, and good luck finding anything after that wall.
Or maybe it’s just the one he dated.
Regulus lets himself be pulled in, James pressing another kiss on his lips.
“You’re weird.” Regulus whispers against the Alpha’s full lips. After the kiss, he feels James smile.
“What’s your name?” he says instead.
Regulus pulls away slowly, finding the whole ‘talking against each other’ lips’ odd. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“No sex on my table.” Remus hisses, grabbing Regulus by the hand and pulling him down carefully. “And can you two move? I have about a dozen people to serve, thanks to you.”
Regulus sticks his tongue out at Remus before walking away, the floating feeling returning as he steps onto the dance floor; his hands shake a little as he starts dancing, and he feels familiar hands on his waist. He looks up to find Barty smiling down at him.
“Loving the revenge, Reggie.” Barty screams in his ear; the Omega can barely hear him.
“Thank you.” Regulus screams back.
“Would you look at that?” Barty says, smirking behind him. Regulus turns to find James approaching him, squeezing between dancing individuals.
“He’s hot, isn’t he?” Regulus says to Barty, eyeing James's body, his arm muscles moving as he pushes people away, his eyes on Regulus’ body.
“Oh yeah.”
“Here he comes.”
“Pretty! Why did you leave?” James' eyes finally leave his body when they land on Barty’s hand. “Oh, sorry, didn’t know you had someone.”
Regulus can see James visibly deflate. Barty laughs loudly, his hands tightening on Regulus.
“No mate, we’re just friends.” Barty says
“Oh— that's great?” James' smile comes back bigger and stronger.
Regulus titles his head to the side. Son of god, that man can smile; Regulus can feel Barty observing and watching them.
“Reggie, baby, you seem like you're coming out of your high,” Barty says, pulling out two pills. “Round two?”
He really, really, really shouldn’t, but looking at the pills in pink and blue, it’s tough not to.
The dance floor isn't as vibrant as it was a few hours ago, colourless and bland. The sounds aren’t as heightened and loud anymore. He can hear the voice in his head getting louder again.
It’s depressing; he wants everything to shine again; he wants to shine and burn again. He wants it; he wants so much.
Regulus turns to Barty and nods before looking up at James with big, pleading eyes; they worked on Tom sometimes, he's pretty sure Barty didn't pull out two pills just for him to take.
“So you want?” Regulus asks.
“I don’t know, I’m pretty drunk.” James runs a hand through his already messy hair.
“It’s free drugs.” Barty says, shaking them slightly in his hands.
“And they are good.” Regulus adds.
Regulus wonders if he can convince James to take them; he can try seduction; yeah, he will seduce him! He can! He’s very seductive and sexy and smart and wonderful and beautiful.
Regulus takes the pills from Barty, putting them both on his tongue before looking up at James with his tongue still out.
Regulus can see the hesitation on James' face melt away, lust clouding his eyes as the taller man eyes Regulus' tongue.
Regulus stands on his toes when the Alpha grabs his waist; James immediately opens his mouth, taking both drugs from Regulus. He wraps his arms around his neck, pulling him closer; James takes the lead and the pills, leaving and entering Regulus' mouth while they play with them using their tongues.
It’s disgusting. The drugs dissolve in their mouth. The taste is so bitter it makes Regulus shiver, and not in a good way, yet the heat from the hands on his waist is making him foggy; the Alpha’s hand reaches his back, running his hands on Regulus’ spine.
Regulus swallows the pill; the bitter taste in his mouth intensifies as he pulls away, and a strip of saliva follows him; he looks up at James, his golden brown skin darkening under the blue lights; his eyes are so hungry and lustful.
He feels so beautiful under his gaze, like a treasure. Regulus hums as he continues to stare at the Alpha drinking him in, his mind printing the way James is looking at him to remember it for another day, the lust of his eyes covering him, the bitter taste of his mouth and thoughts taking him away making him floaty and hot.
“Lust is for the weak; lust is for those who can’t control themselves.”
“But father—“
“Regulus, when you look at others and feel your mind is wandering, then it’s a broken mind; you mustn’t; you must hold back; omegas are weak; they are controlled by their bodily autonomy; that’s why we have to control them so they do not influence us.”
Regulus wonders if his mind is broken if he controls James right now. He never thought about that when he was with Tom. Tom wanted him, yes, but he never let his gaze wash over Regulus like James is currently doing.
“Do you want to dance?” James asks, nodding at the dance floor that’s a few feet away.
Regulus nods; James grabs his hand and pulls him to the dance floor. Regulus looks around, feeling the drugs in his blood as he starts dancing; the colours are back, the sounds are back, he’s back.
He’s here, and he’s beautiful.
Regulus watches James as he lets loose as the high fills him, too; he becomes more carefree and relaxed. His spirit floods Regulus’ senses. The Alpha smiles widely at him while dancing; Regulus gives him a big smile in return.
Holding James' hand, Regulus starts swaying his hips to the beat, his other hand moving; James copies Regulus; he exchanges glances with James, letting go of the Alpha’s hands. They start dancing close to each other but not touching.
Regulus can feel his whole body tingling, wanting to touch him; he moves in perfect harmony with the Alpha. James’s movements are bold and exuberant, his eyes never leaving Regulus.
He feels so wanted by James that he’s not sure what to do with it; it feels heavy, and the voices come back slowly before getting muffled by the haziness.
Regulus throws his head back and laughs, moving closer and closer to James and pressing his body against him; the alpha hands return to his waist as if he owns it, as if it’s always been his. The feelings that are rushing through Regulus can’t only be from the drugs.
Regulus wraps his arms around James’ neck and starts grinding against him. James responds by grinding back, his large hands lower to his hips. The Alpha sways them to his pleasure.
Regulus throws his head back, feels the music, and smells the people around him. Nobody really talks about it, but the muted scents are quite beautiful and manageable.
Regulus presses his face on James’ neck and inhales, his lungs getting a fill of lilac in the earthy grass. The Omega moans loudly and unashamedly as he grinds harder. He can feel himself getting wet and hard.
James groans and tightens his hold, pressing his lips against Regulus' temples before leaning down and kissing Regulus’ lips.
Regulus moans in the Alpha’s mouth, the bitter aftertaste of the drugs coating his mouth as he sucks on the Alpha’s lower lips
“What’s your name?” James whispers against Regulus’ lips; Regulus shivers against the Alpha pressing closer.
Regulus considers teasing the Alpha more, but he’s getting desperate; the more he inhales the Alpha’s scent, the more he wants him.
“Regulus.”
“Regulus,” James sings, his lips moving from his lips to trace his jawline. Regulus whines and presses closer.
He feels hot and wet, sweat coating both him and James from the dancing to the heat and lust, making his head spin.
“Do you want to leave?” Regulus says, nodding in the direction of the exit.
“My flat?” James suggests, smiling wildly. Regulus nods, takes James' hand and heads off to the exit.
Regulus pulls out his phone and texts Barty and Evan about his departure. He doesn’t get a text back immediately, but he knows they will see it soon enough.
Trying to keep up with James' long strides, Regulus jogs.
James laughs and slows down. “Sorry, I’m excited.”
Opening the door, Regulus gets hit with March's cold wind. He throws his head back, feeling the fresh, cold air hit his face and hair.
“It’s so hot in there.” Regulus moans, looking at James under the streetlight; the Alpha’s cheeks are pink, his eyes blown out and black.
Regulus laughs at how the Alpha looks. “You look so fucked.”
James joins in, shaking his head. “Hey, you do too! Look at those rosy cheeks.”
James grabs Regulus' cheeks and pinches them. Regulus whines, grabs the Alpha’s wrists, and pinches them in retaliation.
“That was the plan,” Regulus exclaims, shaking himself off James' touch. “I told myself I’m getting absolutely fucked up tonight.”
“Congratulations,” James says, clapping for Regulus.
“Thank you,” Regulus bows. “I did it, I’m on a new wave, I quit my job, I broke up with my dickhead boyfriend and now I’m going to your home to fuck you!”
“I’m so glad!” James yells, a hand on his chest with the same goofy smile.
Regulus laughs, feeling euphoric and happy; he doesn’t even know why he was so upset to start with
“Hey, can you give me head?” Regulus frowns, stopping on his tracks.
James looks to his left and right. “Right now? I mean, sure, but we have—“
“No! What? I mean, when we get to your flat.” Regulus didn’t know why he stopped and said that currently, he had no filter, and he wanted to be given head; Tom rarely gave him head, mostly handjobs. Now Regulus realises how selfish it was when he was giving head left and right.
“Of course.” James looks at Regulus head-on, his eyes checking him out, making Regulus flush at how naked he feels under them.
James leans down, his lips brushing against Regulus' pink ears. “I will make you feel so good; I will eat you out and suck you bone dry.”
“Fuck,” regulus whispers, tilting his head to the side, and he captures James' lips in his mouth, moaning as he does so. He dips his head back, making James bend over more.
James grabs Regulus’ ass, pulling him up, making the Omega close his legs around the wide waist.
“Shit,” Regulus whimpers, grinding his cock against the bulge; James groans in the Omega’s mouth, moving them back until Regulus’ back hits the wall uncaringly. Regulus continues exploring the Alpha’s mouth, the bitter taste and salvia becoming more addicting.
“Come on, baby.” James groans, grinding harder on Regulus.
“Oi! Get a fucking room, you filthy animals.”
It makes James pull away, much to Regulus' annoyance; before James can say anything, Regulus takes the lead.
“Fuck off!” Regulus shouts, grabbing James' face and kissing him again; his teeth hit the Alpha’s teeth, thankfully not his canines, although he won’t oppose a little bit of blood. James laughs against his lips, letting go of Regulus, who groans at the loss of contact.
James grins at Regulus. “Can I carry you?”
“No,” Regulus answers quickly, ignoring the ‘aw’ James mumbles out “Where is your flat? You said it was close.”
“It is close.” James grabs Regulus' hands, dragging him toward the direction of the flat. Regulus stumbles and huffs as he follows him.
Regulus knows he could have made the walk shorter if he hadn’t stopped James every few minutes to kiss him, which the Alpha was more than happy to oblige. He peppers kisses all over Regulus' neck and face or thrusts his tongue down Regulus’ throat.
The feeling of being wanted engulfs Regulus, making him tingle from head to toe. Regulus smiles into the kiss and can’t remember the last time he smiled while being kissed.
Is this what he missed while being in a relationship?
"We’re almost there,” James whispers, pulling away. He grabs Regulus' hand and runs, making Regulus laugh. He watches James under the streetlight, the orange colour making the Alpha beautiful, his dimples popping as he smiles at Regulus. Regulus smiles back, his cheeks hurting from how much he has been smiling.
He wonders if the sun came down; if it blessed James in another life and never stopped blessing him. He wonders if James feels the warmth on him every day. Regulus wonders if James did something to warrant this much radiance.
He wants to shine like James, to know James’ secret, take it, and use it for himself so people would have a similar feeling toward him instead of the cold he always seems to carry.
He doesn’t want to burn people with his coldness; he wants to warm them like James is warming him now.
He wonders if it’s a sin to think that. Actually, the talk of past lives and the sun is sinful, so he already lost.
He feels the jealousy coming up, but it gets smothered.
He wants it.
He wants so many things.
It hurts.
Smother.
Regulus gets so lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t notice they stopped, and James is standing in front of a modest apartment complex, nothing like the Black apartment complex.
Regulus tilts his head and looks at James. Is it odd that he’s with someone who doesn’t have money? Does it matter? Why does he even think it matters?
Quite literally, nothing matters.
“Come on.”