"Skirt"
Fucking James Potter - only he (and maybe my{{Regulus's}} brother) would have the audacity to wear a fucking skirt to school. And it was short. Too short. Anyone in the whole damn school could get a perfect view of James's ass if they wanted to.
A privilege that was he, Regulus Black, and he alone, should have access to.
Jealousy found itself creeping into Regulus at every moment James was in view - Jesus Christ people were looking at James! not that James wasn't allowed to to have people look at him, but when he is wearing such a indecent (and down right sexy) skirt, then rules change slightly.
Before he knew it Regulus had to elbow Barty hard in the ribs when he found him staring at James.
"What? Even Evan agrees that he's hot - if you and him are cool with it-" Barty saw the daggers in Regulus's eyes and he quickly shut up, knowing that anymore might make Regulus punch him.
What in the hell had moved in James's head to make him decide to wear a skirt like that - that is what Regulus wanted to know.
. . .
"What's with the scowl, darlin'?" James had asked when he joined Regulus in the Slytherin dorms. Regulus was having a smoke, glaring at James.
"Oh you know why."
"The skirt?" James inquired, taking a cigarette for himself.
"Yes, the skirt!" Regulus practically shouted in frustration at James who frowned.
"You don't like it?" James asked quietly after a moment. Clearly saddened by the idea that Regulus didn't like it - he was experimenting with cross-dressing and honestly, he loved the skirt, and seeing Regulus so jealous was an added bonus.
"Like it? Of course I like it! I- I just don't want anyone having any ideas because of you wearing it. Honestly you look beautiful," Regulus replied quickly after seeing James's downcast expression. He meant the beautiful part- but it was more like sexy in Regulus's option.
"What do you think people would think about if they saw me in this?"
Regulus didn't answer James verbally - Regulus showed James exactly what all that night.
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