When James first entered the Slytherin common room, his first thought was that Slytherin parties were nothing like those in Gryffindor tower. Whereas Gryffindor parties were warm and merry and bright, the Slytherin common room was cold and dark and sensual, almost as if there was a tangible cloud of hedonism hanging over the green and silver room. Everywhere James looked, there were green-tied seniors grinding against one another in manners so lewd and erotic that they sent all the blood in James’ body rushing straight to his dick.
James fought back a groan as he caught sight of Crouch and Rosier all over each other on a settee in the corner of the room. A pale hand yanking harshly on dark hair, Rosier’s pink lips sucking viciously at the pulse point on the shorter boy’s neck, an arched back, broken, breathy moans and glassy eyes clouded with lust. James didn’t know whether to look away or ask to join.
James croaked a soft ‘fuck’ and averted his eyes with a sharp intake of breath. This hadn’t been part of the plan. When Gryffindor had lost the quidditch game earlier that day, the lot of them had been livid. Smug words and wicked grins from the Slytherin team had done nothing but add fuel to a raging furnace. It had been quite a bad match. Gryffindor had been good, no doubt about it, but the Slytherins had been on top form. But nothing and nobody had infuriated James more than a certain Black boy had.
Regulus Arcturus Black had been a menace on the field. He was an unstoppable, immovable, unshakable force. He flew with the grace of an angel and played with a fervor not unlike the devil. He was unparalleled and he was untouchable and James hadn’t been sure whether he wanted to kill him or kiss him.
The individual teams were pretty evenly matched but James wasn’t sure there would ever again be a seeker quite like Regulus Black. He had demolished them on the field and James wasn’t sure whether it was fury or desire that the smirk Regulus had shot him after the match had ignited in his gut.
Whatever it was hadn’t managed to erase the embarrassment that the loss had come with. So James had snuck into their common room when he had supposed they would all be too drunk to remember their own names, with the intention of pranking them so hard that anything he had ever done before would pale largely in comparison.
But James hadn’t expected the Slytherin rave to be so bewitching. Not even the fifth years were anywhere to be found. Sixth and seventh years, however, were draped over all manner of furniture. From low bookcases to dark, oak wood tables, no matter which direction James turned his attention in, all he could see was skin on flushed skin and mouth on unapologetic mouth.
No, Gryffindor parties were nothing like this.
In a last ditch effort to shake himself out of whatever trance he had entered, a very frustrated James had shaken his head perhaps a tad violently before looking up in the direction of the dorms he had intended to go into the entire time. In retrospect, that had been a mistake. Because when he looked up, he had locked eyes with the last person he had hoped to encounter that evening.
A messy haired Regulus Black with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and tie completely undone quirked a dark eyebrow at James, likely questioning his presence in the rival commons. But James, truth be told, barely registered it. All he could see was Regulus’ pink lips grazing a sixth year’s throat lazily, slim ringed fingers tangled in the blonde boy’s hair and one thigh between the legs of the utterly debauched looking boy.
James hated himself for wishing it was him instead. Wishing Regulus’ pale fingers were tugging on his dark locks instead of blonde ones. Wishing it was his throat that Regulus’ wicked smirk was dug into. Wishing he was the one grinding against the taller boy’s legs.
Oh he was fucked. If Sirius didn’t kill him then – well, there was no if. Sirius would surely kill him if he knew the kind of fantasies that James was having about his twin brother. Sure, the two black brothers didn’t have the best relationship, but that didn’t mean that Sirius would hesitate to carve out James’ heart for even thinking of Regulus in such a manner.
Swallowing his jealousy, his want, and the bile that had seemingly taken up permanent residence in his throat, James decided quickly that it would be in his best interest if he left the party. No prank was worth this much trouble. The Slytherin commons was no place for a lonesome Gryffindor, after all.
Turning quickly to walk in the direction of the portrait leading out of the room, James kept his eyes fixated firmly on his shoes to avoid seeing anything that would make leaving the common room even harder.
James didn’t stop walking until he came toe to toe with some black doc martens. He attempted to step around them, but they had only moved with him. Left to right, and then back again, James couldn’t find a way around them. Irritated and more than a little light headed from whatever the Slytherins had been smoking, James looked up sharply only to lock eyes with Regulus Black for the second time that night. There was just something about the dark haired heir, with his hands dug laxly in his trouser pockets and his double edged smirk, that James couldn’t help but find endlessly infuriating.
Regulus eyed James with a glint in his eyes that spoke only of trouble. James was unfortunately quite attracted to it. Rather embarrassing for him, really.
“Do my eyes deceive me, or is James Fleamont Potter standing in the middle of the Slytherin common room?”
James was visibly surprised but that didn’t stop a coy reply from escaping his lips. As exasperating as the Slytherin was, there was very nearly nothing that James enjoyed more than playing games like this with him.
“My, my, Regulus. You know my full name? Seems like someone’s a bit of a fan. Would you like an autograph, love?”
James hadn’t thought it possible, but the Slytherin’s smirk grew even sharper as his eyes darkened.
“Such big words for a cub in a snake pit. What are you doing here Potter?”
Regulus walked James backwards until his back hit a wall with a light thump, drawing a sharp intake of breath from James. And perhaps he was a little biased, but James could swear that Regulus had looked a bit like he’d wanted to follow the sound down James’ throat. James wasn’t sure he’d have had the will power to stop him if he had.
“Maybe I just came here for a drink,” James lied through his teeth.
Regulus didn’t look like he had believed him in the slightest bit. How terribly rude of him. He walked closer, nudging James even further into the wall.
“Really?”
James rolled his eyes like he was telling the truth.
“Yes, Regulus. What are you guys on anyways? It’s nothing I’ve had before.”
What looked like the beginnings of a genuine smile had tugged at the corners of the boy’s lips. He wanted to feel it against his skin.
“Amorentia. And Ecstasy.”
James gaped, blinking wildly. He wasn’t even sure why he was surprised. He had never heard of people getting high off of Amorentia before, but he supposed it explained the ambiance of the room.
“Don’t look so surprised Potter, you’re in a room full of potion experts. What did you expect? Firewhiskey and Vodka?” Regulus scoffed, “We’re not bloody Gryffindors.”
Eyes narrowed at the jab, James opened his mouth to retort when he registered the vinyl playing in the background. He smiled. James had an idea. It was stupid and rather random, really, but in his defense, this was his song.
James grinned and Regulus cocked his head as if in question.
“I love this song” James said, like it was self explanatory.
“Do you now?”
“Yeah, I do. Dance with me?”
Regulus only looked at James, a single eyebrow cocked almost condescendingly. James flushed a color that would’ve surely been extremely embarrassing if not for his dark skin tone.
“Err, well I guess I’ll just go then.” He ducked around Regulus swiftly, mortified and disappointed. It had been a stupid idea anyways. It had been even more stupid of him to think that Regulus would agree to such a thing. Stupid stupid stupid.
There she stood in the doorway
James felt a pair of hands tug him backwards by his belt loops, firmly but gently, until his back hit a hard chest. The hands repositioned themselves at either side of James’ waist, urging him from side to side until they were lightly swaying to the music.
I heard the mission bell
“You didn’t let me answer, Potter.” James couldn’t help but shiver at the warm breath on his neck and the deep voice in his ear. “It would be my pleasure to dance with you.” Regulus said, his fingers dancing teasingly across James’ hips.
And I was thinking to myself
There was a burst of warmth in his chest and whether it was from the amorentia in the air or the feel of Regulus’ hands on him, James found that he was too intoxicated to try and place just what the heat had meant.
This could be heaven or this could be hell
James let his eyes flutter shut as he tipped his head back to rest on the Slytherin’s shoulder. Regulus pressed his face into the curve of James’ neck and the faint feeling of the older boy’s lips on his skin was starting to drive James crazy.
Then she lit up the candle
James grinned cheekily to himself. Since they were already in this position, it would only make sense for him to take advantage of it, wouldn’t it? He didn’t bother lying to himself that he was only doing it to mess with Regulus. James was a weak, weak man.
And she showed me the way
He ground his arse on Regulus with a soft moan. He was rewarded with the tightening on hands on his hips and a harsh hiss. “Potter.”
There were voices down the corridor
Trying and failing, quite badly if he does say so himself, to smother a cheeky grin, James moves to repeat the action but a squeeze of his hips and a rasp in his ear stops him.
“Don’t start anything you can’t finish Potter.”
I thought I heard them say
James bit down on his lip and his heart stuttered his chest. Because why was the boy behind him so fucking hot?
Welcome to the hotel California
Not pausing to think about it, James swiveled around in the taller boy’s arms, worried that if he didn’t get to look at his face in the next few seconds, he might just spontaneously combust.
Such a lovely place
His breath hitched and all the air rushed out of his lungs as he took in Regulus looking down at him, eyes dark and tongue running lightly over his pink lips. Godric, James needed to feel those lips on him.
Such a lovely face
Gulping nervously, James parted his lips to ask for permission to feel more of Regulus against himself. Even if it was just a press of their foreheads together, James would actually cry if he didn’t feel Regulus’ skin on his in the next two seconds. The words didn’t leave his mouth though, because Regulus was already speaking.
Rent a room at the hotel California
“Potter… James. Can I kiss you?” And James could have wept just then. “Please. I might actually die if you don’t.”
Anytime of year
Now, James hadn’t performed accidental magic since he was about five years old. But when Regulus’ lips crashed against his own, the flames in the hearth to their right burned not just brighter, but fiercer. Even as the numerous candles scattered about the room flickered and Slytherins around them gasped, all James could think about was Regulus.
Regulus’ tongue caressing his. Regulus’ hand wrapped around his neck firmly. Regulus’ hips rocking against his, eliciting wicked groans from the depths of James’ throat. Just Regulus Regulus Regulus.
You can find her here
James couldn’t even hear the music anymore over the sound of his labored breaths and his own crude moans.
Realistically, James knew that apparition inside of Hogwarts was damn well impossible, but he had no other explanation for how Regulus had him up against a wall one second and they were stood by a bed encircled by curtains of the darkest green the next.
Regulus perched himself on the edge of what James assumed was his bed and leaned back on his elbows, considering James with a long, fixed look and a sinful smirk. A lazy crook of a silver accented finger had James careening into him too quickly not to be pathetic.
Kissing down his neck and nipping at the skin exposed by his collarless shirt, Regulus set a slow pace that drove James positively feral all the while stirring something in the pit of his stomach. Desperate for friction in any form at all, James began urgently rocking his hips against Regulus’ thigh.
Parting with James’ neck, Regulus gazed down at James in his lap, eyes widened almost imperceptibly as if in carefully concealed surprise.
“Well someone’s eager.”
James, able to form neither coherent words nor thoughts, only rolled his hips harder, spurred on by the subtle but unmistakable growl attempting to claw it’s way out of the depths of Regulus’ throat.
“Tell me lover, are you going to come before I even get to touch you? Are you going to get off from just my thigh against your cock, hm?”
A mortifying sound somewhere between a whine and a whimper fell out from James’ mouth without his permission.
All he had heard was lover lover lover.
His hips only moved faster because of it, too far gone to feel anything akin to shame. That only elicited a patronizing chuckle from the older boy whose lap he was splayed out on.
“Calm yourself mon soleil, this is highly unbecoming even for you.”
A whine ripped it’s way out of James’ throat at the instruction he was helpless to do anything but follow. His hips stilled themselves almost instantly, recognizing the commanding undertone in Regulus’ voice before James himself did.
“Good boy. Such a good little thing for me, aren’t you love?”
James could only bob his head wildly, still incapable of forming logical thoughts, talk less of sentences.
“Use your words mon amour,” Regulus demanded softly but firmly. “Tell me what you want.”
And all James could come up with was ‘you’. Because it was true, wasn’t it? James wanted anything and everything as long as it was with Regulus. Quite shocking that it had taken him so long to figure that out in the first place.