James was once again in over his head. He’d never been in over his like this though. No, this was an entirely new beast. He was an entirely new beast, one who made James’ mouth water and his thoughts wander to places they’d surely never gone before. He made James feel like the smallest spells might spontaneously turn into FiendFyre. He made James feel depraved.
It started innocently enough, or as innocently as anything involving his best mate's brother could be. It started with him casually brushing against James in the hallway. It was all very casual, but it was too casual. He thought he was smooth, but James could see right through him. He never brushed against anyone, let alone James Potter. James knew then that he’d end up right here, on his knees in front of the most beautiful boy he’d ever seen. James tried to tell Remus this when it happened, but Remus just stared at him for a while before asking if he was feeling alright.
The brushes and light touches continued and James had no choice but to retaliate. James could never resist pressing on a bruise, and this is what that was. It was silver and green and aching and James couldn’t possibly resist pushing his thumb down on it. It was the only way to ensure it would stay. Walking past him while he talked to his slippery friends, clad in his uniform robes that accentuated his dark features and the pale slant of his neck, James hit his limit. James wanted to sink his teeth into him and never let go. Instead, he simply dragged his knuckles against his lower back in a way that could never be confused for an accidental touch. James smirked when he felt him shiver and kept walking, without a glance backward. James still had the upper hand at that point.
The touches continued, getting bolder and more difficult to explain away. James nearly squealed when he dropped a hand on James’ upper thigh under the potions bench but paid him back when he pretended to pick a piece of lint out his hair as an excuse to run his fingers through the inky black strands.
James knew he was in over his head though when he saw him waiting down the hall for him, alone, near the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. James made his excuses to his friends, ditching them, and walked straight towards him. The corner of his lips curled into something that might have been concealed amusement, likely at James for ditching his friends the second he saw him. He did something unexpected though, and began walking to meet James. James couldn't help but feel his disappointment swell when he kept going, pushing past him, at least until 10 minutes later and he stuck his hands in his pockets only to find a crumpled up note.
“Meet me tonight. The astronomy tower at 11.”
James could hardly resist the invitation. It’s not his fault, those soft grey eyes could make anyone fall in line. At 10:30, James ditched his friends for the second time that night, pretending to turn in early. He drew his curtains shut, grabbed the map so his friends wouldn’t accidentally figure out what he was up to, threw on his invisibility cloak and set out.
James arrived early, but found, to his surprise, he was not the only one. He was already there, staring up at the sky, admiring the stars. His pale skin seemed to glow in the moonlight, his lips standing out in sharp contrast. His grey eyes peered upward and his long, dark locks hung down in his face, loose. Instead of his usual perfect robes, he was clad in a muggle jumper and blue jeans. James had never seen him look more beautiful. He felt like a voyeur, spying on him from beneath his cloak, so he let it fall to the floor and made his presence known.
“Regulus.”
“James,” Regulus replied simply, in a casual way that let James know he had known he was there the whole time, lurking under the cloak.
“Why did you ask me to meet you here?”
Regulus finally turned and looked at him, his gaze burning a brand on his soul. The weight of it made him start to squirm, but Regulus didn’t break eye contact. Instead, he took a step towards James. Instinctively, James took a step back, overwhelmed by his proximity. Regulus took another step forward and they continued this dance until James’ back hit the wall behind him. Regulus kept coming though, until there was only a breath of space between them. He put his hands on the wall, on either side of James, caging him in, like James was at risk of going anywhere. This was the best bloody thing that had ever happened to him. James realized he stopped breathing some time ago and sucked in a haggard breath, which pulled Regulus’ eyes from James’ and led them to his mouth.
“James, what would you do if I went to touch you now?”
In response, James let out a high pitched noise that was in no way an answer. Regulus full on smiled at this, a mix of happiness and relief coating his features at the knowledge that he had clearly read this correctly. James would do anything to keep him smiling at him.
Without waiting for a proper response, Regulus grasped James’ hip and stroked his thumb under his sweater. James’ mind shorted out at the feeling of his hands on his bare skin. He barely registered Regulus’ next words.
“What would you do if they never found us out? What would you do if we never made a sound? Can you be a good boy and stay quiet, James?”
James absolutely could not do that, not with Regulus so close, whispering filth. His hand jerked to his mouth, muffling the involuntary noise he made as he nodded his head.
“That wasn’t very quiet, James. I thought you were a good boy.”
James nodded again, not trusting himself enough to remove the hand covering his mouth.
“Very well, I suppose I’ll have to find a way to keep you quiet.” With the hand that remained on the wall, Regulus reached up and cupped his neck, stroking his thumb, clad with the Black family up and down the front of James throat. James let out another strangled cry, wanting to beg him to press down, to push there was a thumb shaped bruise for James to remember this by. He was supposed to be a good boy, though, so he tried to hold in his desperate noises. He failed.
Regulus moved both of his hands away and took a step back. James tried to follow, stricken at the loss. Regulus smiled and shook his head at him.
“You’ll need to be on your knees for this next part, James.”
At those words, James dropped to his knees immediately. His heart raced as he looked up at Regulus, eyes pleading for him to continue. As if answering his unspoken pleas, Regulus lifted one hand and offered his thumb towards James’ face. The Black family ring was still present on it, the dark metal glinting in the low light of the corridor.
James quickly took Regulus’s offered thumb in his mouth, tasting salty sweat and metal. It had been so long since he last felt completely alive like this; a nervous excitement coursed through him from head to toe.
James sucked on Regulus' thumb, showing him what he could do with his mouth, as Regulus used his other hand to undo his belt buckle, letting his trousers slide from around his waist and pool into a pile at their feet. He stepped forward until James could feel the heat radiating off of him, sweat becoming a thin layer across their skin.
Regulus leaned down until they were nose to nose and spoke softly into James’ ear, “Now stay quiet like I asked you too.”
As if taking his commands as a cue, James stayed completely silent as Regulus pulled out his cock from his tight, black boxer briefs. The sight of it almost made him gasp - it was like something out of a dream - and he could feel the saliva pooling in his mouth. His body heat rose yet again and he wanted nothing more than to have Regulus fuck his mouth.
But he had been asked to stay quiet, so instead, James just looked up at him with wide eyes, clutching onto Regulus’ hand for dear life as if it were a lifeline.
Regulus looked down at him and smiled knowingly, as if he already knew what James was thinking. He let out a soft chuckle before gently pulling his thumb out of James’ mouth and asking, “Will this keep you quiet?”
James silently nodded in response. He could feel the blush rising to his cheeks and his heart racing against his chest.
Regulus stepped forward and cupped James’ face with both hands, speaking softly to him once more “Alright then, now let's see what you can do." With that, Regulus pushed himself forward, the head of his cock sliding between his parted lips until James had him in the back of his throat. James couldn't believe his luck, and started sucking him as if his life depended on it, because surely he would die if didn't.
After a few minutes of using his tongue to draw sounds from Regulus he never thought he’d have the pleasure of hearing, James grabbed Regulus' hips and slowly pulled back, only to shove his mouth forward, fucking his own face a few times. He stopped when Regulus was fully seated down his throat and looked up at Regulus, trying to project an air of innocence. It was a hard line to walk with cock in his throat, but it got his point across.
Grey eyes met his and Regulus let out a stream of curses. "Fuck, Jamie. You want me to fuck your throat?" James nodded, forcing the cock further down his throat and leading Regulus to string together what must be every curse he knows.
Regulus' hand wrapped around the base of his cock and breathed out. "Okay. Okay. But get yourself off while I do."
James sucked in a breath around Regulus' cock, suddenly realizing he was hard enough to cut glass. He'd been so focused on being good for Regulus he hadn't even noticed his own cock was straining against his trousers. He quickly pulled it out and gave it a stroke, relief flooding through him. When he did, Regulus pulled back and slammed back into his mouth.
James moaned as Regulus began to fuck his mouth. Each thrust was accompanied by a deep growl and words of praise. “You look so beautiful taking my cock like this,” he praised, “Fuck Jamie. You were made for this. Such a good boy for me."
James felt himself swell with pleasure from Regulus' appreciation of him and each word only made him suck harder on his thick cock. His hand was now stroking harder and faster, matched with the intensity of Regulus' thrusts. Sooner than expected, James felt the familiar tightness in his stomach signaling his impending orgasm and he let out a loud moan around Regulus' cock.
Regulus immediately stopped, pulling out and spilling himself over James’ face. Cum covered his hair and splattered his glasses, but he could see enough around it to notice that he had cum all over the front of his sweater. Regulus on the other hand, looked immaculate as he tucked himself away.
"I'll see you around, James," Regulus said, grinning like the devil, as he spun around and left the tower. James watched him walk away and descend the stairs in shock. He collapsed backwards, cock out and covered in cum, wondering what the fuck had just happened.