Regulus turned the corner, gun tucked under his arm as he pointed it right into the back of the person he had been following. "Drop your gun." He said to them.
James Potter who was stood with fear suddenly smiled, "Reggie," He stretched the word with a big smile on his face. "We can talk about this, yea?" Because this always happened, if Regulus found James and they talked? It was essentially over for Regulus. He'd get too distracted in the conversation and it would lead to him being killed or caught.
Something that Regulus never noticed though was how distracted James also got in those times. After he noticed that, he noticed how many times they had gotten together after tournaments. Regulus blamed it on the adrenaline at first but then he remembered all the times James had them fool around before even getting to each of their apartments. The amount of times Regulus wore his gear while they did sexual acts raised higher and higher, it wasn't unwelcomed but it did make him curious.
So instead of humouring James, he said. "Jamie." He walked forwards so his helmet could be felt by the side of his head as his own just hovered over his shoulder. "Put your gun on the floor." He could see James's throat swallow through the tinted glass, it made him smile but not that James could see. Regulus could see him thinking, wondering and questioning. "You know- it's dangerous not to wear your helmet once the bells rung." He puts the end of the gun against the back of his neck, "Very dangerous indeed." He whispered sympathetically, James let out a breathy sigh as Regulus let his head lay on his shoulder. Regulus knocked his gun into the back of James right arm, "Drop it." He whispered and James did, he slowly put his hand down and put the gun on the floor. "Good boy," He whispered, moving away from him.
James was frozen still, goose bumps exploded across his arms and back, followed by a tingle. Regulus walked around the right of James, moving the gun on the floor further from him. "On your knees." He said with a grin as he looked around the room.
James's mouth fell open, they had never done anything in a tournament before. Maybe after or before but never during. James watched Regulus walk, his gear was mainly black. Apart from the different shade flecks of green that circled him. His helmet was all black and so when James tried to look at Regulus he couldn't find his eyes. The room felt hotter than it did moments ago when they stared at each other or James thinks they are. He can't see where Regulus is looking, he shouldn't find it so hot. Regulus tilts his head down, James remembers how to talk. "What- what if someone comes here?" He questions, anymore protests are lost on his tongue as Regulus starts to take off his gloves. His Jacket sleeves are rolled up to his elbow but he is still wearing arm pads that hug to his forearm. From the helmet, to the skin showing, to the now no gloves. James is fucked.
"You say that like it's a turn off for you." Regulus taunt's, with the knowledge of doing nefarious acts in the changing rooms, showers and other communal spaces. James can't see the grin that Regulus is wearing, can't see his eyes wondering all over the man stood in front of him. Regulus likes watching his face, watching James's eyes move around the glass trying to see Regulus's eyes. The helmet tilts to the side, a question.
James can't do anything but listen, so he does. He drops to his knees, right in the middle of the room. Regulus watches, watches him sit there as he stares at the floor. James sits with tense thighs, trying to control his breathing and he is, he's doing a very good job until- "Look at me." Regulus's voice is much closer, James has to tilt is head slightly to find the helmet. James tries to look around, tries to find the eyes but he can't see anything. He wonders if Regulus is even looking at his face right now, he gets the answer in the form of the helmet tilting ever so slightly down and then back up. His cheeks start to turn pink as he realises he has no idea what Regulus is looking at, no idea what he's thinking and no clue what is going to happen. The anticipation is killing him as James tries to look at Regulus and Regulus, he doesn't even know what he's doing.
Regulus, has decided to do nothing but watch. Watch as James works himself up with the little Regulus offers, watches as James continually tries to make eye contact with Regulus. He just watches, he squats down in front of him, a closed fist under his helmet. James's eyes never leave the tinted glass, Regulus's definitely leave his face. He watches as James's breathing picks up, as his cheeks turn pink, as he swallows and as he tries to look away but look at Regulus at the same time. Regulus finds himself smiling widely to himself, his helmet tilting to the side and that's what breaks James.
"Reggie, Reggie please." He begs, eyes still wondering the glass, thighs closed tightly. His hands have grabbed onto the fabric of his pants in tight fists unknowingly to himself.
Regulus places a hand on the upper part of his thigh, "What is it, darling?" He asks as his thumb moves back and forth lightly on the top of the inside of his thigh. He watches James just stare at the glass and he holds in a laugh.
But James, James can't think. He whimpers quietly from the contact but he can't do anything else. He wants to ask for anything, for everything. He wants Regulus to tell him to do anything and he would, he wants to touch Regulus and make him feel so good. He wants Regulus to touch him and make him feel good because- god, he's so turned on. And then Regulus is leaning closer, James's face must be bright red at this point. Regulus slowly get's closer and closer, James unknowingly starts to lean in too. He doesn't question how they couldn't kiss right now because he wants it so much.
Before James's lips can hit the helmet he tilts his head away and past his head, "Was there something you wanted?" Regulus asks and all the thoughts come back about what he wants. What he wants to do to and do for Regulus. What he wants Regulus to do to him. He whines and lets his head fall onto the others shoulder, the thumb on his thigh is still moving. Still distracting him. "Stop teasing me." He manages to get out, it's another whine.
"Me?" Regulus questions, he pulls away and takes James's chin with his hand. "Teasing you?" He pulls on the man's bottom lip with his thumb that was just on his thigh causing a brain malfunction. He stokes James's jaw and down his throat, feeling the other swallow as he does.
"Please." He begs again as he moves his head back slightly.
"Please?" He parrots back, enjoying watching James become a wreck from a little teasing.
Regulus lets his finger trace down his throat and then back up, applying more pressure as he traces up. It makes James tilt his head further, Regulus uses one finger to stroke the skin under his jaw. Pulling James's head forward as it moves, until it pops off the end and James face falls forwards. James gasps as he looks up at Regulus or tries. "Anything, anything you want. Just, please.." He says breathlessly as he continues to look for his eyes.
The response makes Regulus grin, not that James can see. "Anything?"
"Anything- anything, just give me something please."
"I'll give you something." Regulus smiled as he told James cheekily. He stood in front of him, for a second he just admired him. The sight before him, his brother's best friend. On his need's for him. This might become Regulus's favourite memory. James is still looking up, pleading with his eye's, anticipation is buzzing all over him. Regulus takes pity on him or maybe he doesn't because he stands there tall as he starts to unbuckle his belt with one hand. James instantly zones in on the action and inhales deeply.
Regulus's fingers move around the strap and the buckle to get it undone, it's effortless.. it's definitely suggestive and it's so hot. James is truly enrapt as he watches, it's almost disappointing when it becomes undone a second later. Regulus takes off the entire belt and leaves it draped across James's shoulder's as it falls across his chest, he feel's the weight of it and cannot for the life of him come up with a single thought on this action.
Next, Regulus is unbuttoning his trousers. James is once more speechless, too much to say- to plead- to do. All he can do is watch.
"Don't tell me your mouth has made a promise you can't keep." Regulus teased as he held his dick in his hand. Right in front of his face.
And, well James, he doesn't back down from a challenge. Even when his brain isn't working properly it seems. "No- no- of course, not." He says breathlessly, choking on his last sentence as he forgets to breath, swallow and breath.
"Come on then, love. Take it." James does just that. Just as he's told because really- how could he say no? He doesn't think his body would physically allow him to. So he leans forwards, his hands coming up to grab onto Regulus as he starts to take him into his mouth. James is feeling- he's feeling very into this scene. He feels like a slut, it's the only word that he thinks accurately describes this feeling. Because he is just hear for Regulus and he begged for it? Yes, yes he did. The best part? He would do it again.
He lick's Regulus's dick from top to bottom and vice versa. He sucks on the head before taking it all into his mouth, he is putting on a show. He is aiming to please and by the way Regulus lets his head melt back and breathy moan that comes out of his mouth? James is pleasing very well. So he continues. Continues the stroking, the sucking, the licking and the teasing of the head. Regulus is very much into it, he's panting above him and at one point his hand goes up to stroke at his neck- trying to stroke his face but the helmet is there and- god the helmet is there.
James moans and pulls away because god, "Reggie- Please- I-", his out of breath pleading is cut off by a foot forcefully finding it's place in-between James's legs. He moans again, Regulus grabs his hair and pulls him back to his dick as his foot creates more pressure on his own. James takes Regulus back inside his mouth, his hips circling and humping into the foot. James puts a hand on Regulus calf trying to contain himself but it's too much. He moans again as the pressure build's, it just keeps going but it was already so hot and he keeps having to take bigger breaths to continue pleasuring Regulus. He leans forwards once more, taking more of the dick inside his mouth because he needs to. Its not a want anymore.
As he moves so does his position and the foot and he moans again, this time Regulus moans too. "Jamie- fuck- you're doing so good, just like that." Suddenly it's not too much, it's amazing and he needs more. More of everything so he moves faster, more vigorously. Regulus definitely takes note of it. "You're doing so well- Mon soleil- vous êtes belles- tu m’étonne, mon amour-" Regulus continues to talk and even though he lost grip of English, James is not complaining. If anything he finds this so much more attractive, not being able to hear what Regulus is saying but it's in that tone he was using before and he sound's so sincere and so hot. He sound's so hot and James- all he can do is moan at the words, not even knowing what they mean. James thinks that maybe he's calling him a slut, maybe that's just what he wants.
He looks up to see the helmet tilted down, all he can see now is his reflection and wow- that- a high, muffled whine comes out of James. All he can do is try to breath as his orgasm crashes through him. Regulus, after watching that whole thing also comes. He has to drag James off his dick when he's finished, he's holding his head in the air by his hair still, as he breaths unevenly.
Regulus crouches down, still holding his head by his hair so he doesn't crash into the floor, "Breath for me." He whisper's at him. James slowly starts to react to the words. Regulus lead's James head to his shoulder, allowing him to just sit and rest while Regulus put's his belt back on. Regulus thinks that this definitely is one of his favourite memories.
He brought out of his thoughts by a low whine. "What's wrong?" He breaths a small laugh at the man sat opposite him.
"Off, take it off." James kisses Regulus's neck softly as he nudges the helmet with his nose every off second.
"I thought you quite liked it on." Regulus teased as he worked a hand back into his hair to stroke gently on his skull.
James just hummed in return before, "Can't kiss you with it on." Is all he manages to say, still nuzzling at his neck.
Regulus does take it off, his face is red and some of his curls have stuck to his face but James is taking his lips as soon as it's off. "I've been wanting to do that- for so long." He says breathlessly against his mouth, breathing into each other. "Not the patient type?" Regulus jokes.
"Not with you." He replies before kissing him again softly and he takes one of his hand's into his own. James finally, finally makes eye contact with Regulus for the first time. He can't think much of anything but at how much he missed those eyes. Was that normal? To want to look into someone's eyes for the rest of your life. James smiled as he continued to look at Regulus, was that normal? To be so happy to be around someone?
"Have dinner with me?" He asks before he can really comprehend the meaning but he can't find himself regretting it. Regulus is stunned at first, he can't help but think of all the bad that could come from this but with bad also comes good. As Regulus sit's there with James hand in his, he can't really see how anything bad could outweigh this good. So he says, "Yes."