Jegulus
Regulus had been leaning against the wall at this Gryffindor party for an hour now, his jealousy growing with each passing minute. A few times Barty or Dorcas would show up to refill or replace his drink, steadily making them stronger as the night progressed. But booze isn't what he needed. No, it was James Potter, clad in his Gryffindor attire, that Regulus craved. His eyes had been fixated on James for quite some time now, unable to rip his gaze away from that delicious Gryffindor.
As James danced his way through the throngs of people, Regulus watched with a growing sense of desire. That loose-hung red button-up shirt showing a smooth and toned chest... those billowing sleeves hiding the powerful muscles beneath... And those tight pants accentuating all the right curves. It was a tantalizing sight. James seamlessly moved from one person to another, charming each one effortlessly. But Regulus was tired of watching him play the fool.
When a particularly persistent Ravenclaw girl attached herself to James, Regulus felt his blood boil. Enough was enough. He pushed off the wall and made his way towards them, his eyes burning with possessiveness. When he reached them, without a moment's hesitation, his hand found the back of James' neck, exerting a gentle pressure as he pulled him away from the girl.
James' face lit up with surprise and excitement upon seeing Regulus, but the jealousy in Regulus' eyes didn't escape him. Instead of protesting, he allowed himself to be led, his hands finding their place on Regulus' hips as they swayed in time to the music.
With their thighs interlocked, Regulus' hand remained at the back of James' neck, a silent claim of ownership. James couldn't resist a smirk as he spoke, his voice dripping with mischief. "Is someone jealous?"
Regulus narrowed his eyes, his tone laced with irritation. "If you're smart, Potter, you would know to either shut your mouth or kiss me right now."
James' smirk widened, knowing exactly what buttons to push. Without hesitation, he leaned down, his lips dangerously close to Regulus'. The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with desire.
As the music played on, the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them locked in a passionate embrace.