~In the quidditch change rooms before the final game of the year~
James was the last one in the change room. He was slow with stripping out of his uniform and changing into his Gryffindor quidditch gear. He knew Regulus would be showing up late. He hated being late, but James had left him, hot and bothered in the halls before rushing away. It started as a ploy to get into his head before the game because the Gryffindor seeker had gotten injured in the last game and couldn’t fly, so they had a backup seeker who was, okay, decent at best… but Regulus was an amazing seeker. His lithe frame was perfect for making him fast and aided in his manoeuvrability. And, as much as James adored Regulus, he wanted to win.
Finally, Regulus entered the lockers and glared daggers at the older boys back. Although he appreciated watching the muscles ripple as the older boy teasingly stretched his arms above his head and let out a– rather sexual– groan. Regulus growled and muttered some French profanities under his breath before storming over to his locker and changing as well. As he pulled off his trousers, James wrapped his arms around his middle and kissed his neck, causing a shiver to run through the smaller.
He quickly shrugged James off of him and pulled on his robes before turning around and pushing James against the wall.
“Two can play at that game, Potter.” He surged forwards and smashed his lips against the older’s with a small moan. James’ hands ran along his sides as Regulus snogged the life out of him, only pulling away to attach his lips to James’ neck. He sucked at the spot which always had James’ knees buckling. Once satisfied with the renewed bruise on James’ tanned skin, Regulus quickly pulled away and whispered in James’ ear, “see you out there, l’amor.” James groaned and went to grab onto Regulus’ hips. But the younger was quicker, he stepped back and gave James a coy smile before rushing out onto the field and joining his team. With a sigh of finalty, James exited the lockers and joined his team.
As the game started, both James and Regulus flew high up and towards each other, meeting in the middle of the field.
“I think we should add some stakes to this match,” James smirked.
“Is that so? What kind of stakes?” Regulus raised an eyebrow, urging James on.
“Winner gets to do whatever he wants to the other tonight.” James heard Regulus’ breath stutter before a stunning smirk grew over his handsome face.
“You’re on.”
“Potter! Head in the game!” A shrill shout was heard from below, so James sent one last look to Regulus before flying off.
~~~
The score was 167-180, in Gryffindors favour, all thanks to James’ excellent strategy. And Regulus was still looking on from above, his eyes following James’ figure as he raced around the pitch. With another 3-point score, James flew up to Reggie and blew him a kiss, watching a blush cover Regulus’ cheeks, before he stared right behind James with a glint of triumph.
“You lose, Potter,” Regulus yelled over the rush of players as he nodded towards the snitch.
“Do I? C’mon Sweetheart, you know you want me to win,” James smiled.
“Pray tell, why would I want you to win?”
“Because, when I win, I’ll take you to the room of requirement. I’ll make the room light, and airy, with plenty of windows so I can fuck you against them. Imagine that, anyone would be able to look into the castle and see my perfect boy just taking it. Taking my fingers, my tongue, my cock” Regulus whined and gripped stronger onto his broom, squeezing the wood between his thighs.
“Maybe I’ll edge you. Fuck you hard and fast, wait until you beg me to let you cum, then, I’ll bring you to the bed and take you there too. And after so long of waiting, begging, needing, I’ll let you cum. You like that idea? Wanna cum on my cock like the perfect boy you are?” James could see Regulus’ brain imagining it. He waited a moment before flying even closer and continuing breaking his boy down into the whimpering mess he loved so much.
“Maybe, I won’t let you cum,” he rested his hand over Regulus’, “maybe, I’ll make you.” Regulus let out a moan and closed his eyes for a moment.
~In the stands~
The game was so far into Gryffindor’s favour Sirius wasn’t worried, but then James left the team again and went to Reg. Confused, he turned to Remus.
“What’s he doing? The team needs him, he’s the best? Why’s he up there with Reggie?” Remus looked up at the two before a knowing look crossed his features, but it was gone before Sirius could notice. He gave a sly grin to Peter,
“I think he’s too busy chasing Reg.”
“Mhm,” Peter mumbled, quickly catching onto Remus. “He seems pretty enraptured… Look! The snitch! It's right by Prongs’ head!” Peter's chubby arm pointed towards the pair again, making Sirius look up.
“Why isn’t Reggie chasing it? It’s right there!”
“I think he’s busy chasing Prongs, ey Wormtail?” A sly grin covered both of their faces making Sirius slightly worried.
“Why would Reggie not be-” His words trailed off as he looked back up and saw James significantly closer to Reggie, his hand on the younger’s broom as Reggie was bright red. Understanding, then anger flashed across Sirius’ face as he realised what was happening between his brother and his best friend.
In a fit of anger, he magically summoned a megaphone, and before Remus could stop him, he yelled into the speaker.
“JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER! STOP TRYING TO FUCK MY BROTHER AND PLAY THE DAMN GAME!” Both players head snapped to a fuming Sirius in the stands, they looked at each other once more before flying off in different directions. They were fucked
~In the air~
‘Shit shit shit. Sirius was going to kill him.’
As he raced away from his boyfriend he quickly noticed that Regulus was chasing the snitch.
‘Double shit’
As Regulus flew around the field, his eyes trained on the fast, golden orb, he was freaking out. James was terrified of Sirius finding out. They had only been dating for two months and Regulus was not willing to lose it so soon. As he weaved through players and stands, Regulus was trying, desperately, to think of a way to make Sirius not kill James.
“With 10 minutes remaining in the match, James Potter has scored another 10 points! Slytherin is behind by 60! Can the seeker, Regulus Black catch the snitch to win the game? Or will Gryffindor take the title again this year?” The announcer's commentary– and slight jab at Slytherin– gave Regulus the last push he needed. Moving his body horizontally, Regulus redoubled his efforts. The snitch was fast, but he was faster, he had to be.
“One minute remaining! The only way Slytherin can win is by catching the snitch! Seekers are chasing it, but will they catch it in time?”
The crowd was chanting the countdown of the final few seconds. Regulus was determined.
TEN! He reached his hand out towards the snitch.
NINE! The wings grazed his fingertips, he could taste the victory.
EIGHT! The snitch barely escaped his vice grip. It pulled ahead a few inches and Regulus let out a growl.
SEVEN! He flew around the Slytherin stand. The flags whooshing and beating the wooden posts.
SIX! He leaned even further, almost losing his balance.
FIVE! His finger finally clasped around the snitch.
FOUR! He held the snitch up in his hand, celebrating the victory.
THREE!Uh-oh
TWO! He braced for the impact of the Hufflepuff stand. He was flying too fast to manoeuvre away in time. He brought his body into a ball and sucked in a breath.
ONE! With a loud crack he smacked right into the main, sturdy post of the and his broom broke. He began falling down the edge, the fabric slapping him along the way down. His body fell onto the pitch with a heavy thud. His head hit first, then his arm with a sickening crack. He quickly passed out, but not before hearing two loud yells of, “Regulus!”, and the announcer saying, “Slytherin seeker, Regulus Black has caught the snitch! Slytherin wins the quidditch cup!”. Then, the world goes black.
~Hospital wing, 3 hours later~
Since the match, James, Sirius, Remus and Peter had been sitting beside Regulus’ bed in the hospital wing. James looked green, and Sirius was boiling red.
“You’re fucking my brother! MY BABY BROTHER?” He was indignant, he was affronted- he was worried about Regulus, but that's not the point right now.
“Lads, you’ll be happy to know that he will be just fine. I’ve fixed his arm, and healed the concussion he got from the fall. He should wake soon,” Madame Pomfrey said before quickly walking away.
“Thank god,” James sighed. The verbal lashing from Sirius, he could take. But seeing Reggie bandaged and hurt? That he couldn’t bear. “Look, Pads. We should’ve told you. I admit that. But you know how you are when it comes to Reggie.” James looked up from Sirius as he took the younger raven's hand. “If anything went wrong, you would’ve killed us both for hurting each other.” Sirius looked like he was going to argue, but wisely, stayed silent. “We wanted to wait a bit, make sure we were on more even footing before telling you. We wanted to stay secret for a while so if anything did go wrong, you wouldn’t have to choose between us. We didn’t wanna hurt you.”
“Prongs, I know. I know you both care, and believe me I understand wanting to wait so there wouldn’t be tension. But I just wish I didn’t have to watch you two flirt during the most important quidditch game of the year…” James glowered at Sirius.
‘Of course, that's what he’s mad about. The damn game…’
A small groan caught everyone's attention. James was the first one Regulus looked at. And he smiled.
“Hey.”
“Hey, how’re you feeling?” His voice was soft as he stroked his thumb along the side of Reg’s hand.
“Mm, okay, sore. But I’m good. What about the match, who won?”
“Slytherin,” Sirius said with a fake grimace. He was proud of his baby brother for winning, but wished he hadn’t gotten hurt.
“Yes,” Reggie said with a smirk sent to Sirius. “Always knew we were better!” Sirius huffed before he decided that he should acknowledge the erumpent in the room.
“As much as I hate that you hid it from me, I like seeing you guys happy. So, I’m cool with you dating. BUT, if either of you hurt each other I’ll kill you both.” James and Reg chuckled, sharing a smile. “And James,” the boy looked back up at his name, “do not deflower my brother.” James groaned and Regulus laughed heartily.
“Siri, he couldn’t deflower me.” Sirius’ face quickly turned sour and he yelled before falling out of his chair dramatically.
“WHAT! WHO?” He was standing in a flash, his hands grabbing Regulus’ shoulders roughly and shaking him until Regulus stopped laughing. His face went serious as he sent a quick look at James, then Remus. He wanted chaos. His eyes lingered on Remus’ until the other caught onto the plan, before quickly darting away when Remus’ face fell. Sirius turned to Remus before muttering a ‘
what ’.
“Pads, love, he’s joking.” Remus, clearly finding the situation funny, played into it. Faking a fake-innocent voice, though he looked genuinely scared. Regulus looked at James and winked.
“Siri, it was a one time thing. I was curious, and it was before you got together.”
“I’m going to cry.” At that, Remus broke into a laugh, his head thrown back as he pulled Sirius into his lap.
“We’re joking, pup. I would never sleep with your brother; not when I have the better Black in my lap.”
“Hey!” James smiled sweetly at Regulus before leaning down to whisper,<
“When you’re all better, I’ll give you your earnings.” Regulus cocked his head in confusion.
“Earnings? Wh-” His face bloomed red as his eyes widened and his mouth fell open. “James!” A gentle hit to the older’s chest created another round of laughter from the two.
~Room of Requirement, 2 days later~
“Jay~” Regulus sang as he entered the room. He was back to his old self, and more than ready for his reward. James was sitting on a grey couch and looked back at the boy with a fond look, but worry shone through. “What’s wrong, l’amor?” He asked, slipping down beside James, resting a gentle hand on his knee.
“Nothing, well. Just-” he sighed, clearly struggling. Regulus moved to rest his head against James’ chest, just letting the other breath for a moment. He would wait as long as James needed to figure out how to say what he was thinking.
The fireplace in front of the flickered gently, crackling and puffing intermittently. Eventually, James kissed Regulus’ head before speaking again
“I know we said the winner would get whatever he wants for a night, but I don’t think I can, ya’know…” As silence trailed his sentence, James was sure Regulus was disappointed.
“Can’t what, Jay?” He lifted his head to look at James, confusion written all over his face.
“I love you, you know that.” Regulus’ mind was going a mile a minute… love? No he didn’t know that, he was ecstatic. He didn't even have time to smile before James broke their gaze. Just because James loved him didn’t mean he wanted to be with him so he was worried James was breaking up with him.
“Jay, babe, what's going on? You’re worrying me,” he whispered. James still wouldn’t look at him, so Regulus was afraid that what he thought was true.
“I don’t think I can bottom. It- I don’t like the idea of it. I’m sorry.” He sounded sad, dejected; but Regulus couldn’t help but cry with happiness.
“Oh thank Merlin! James, I thought you were going to break up with me!” The older boy's head snapped up, his face turned cold and serious as he gently cupped Regulus’ face.
“Never, I just… I didn’t know how to tell you. I- It kinda scares me. Maybe one day, but I can’t right now.”
“Jay, sweetheart. I have no interest in topping. Especially not topping you.” James breathed heavily before laughing. Of course Regulus wouldn’t care. He was kind, and he loved James.
“Gods, I’m so stupid. I got so worried about what- nevermind.” They shared a sweet, chaste kiss before settling against each other, watching the fire for another moment.
“You love me?” Regulus asked as he just remembered what James had said. He felt a small sigh before the arms he loved to be wrapped in tightened marginally.
“Yeah,” it was quiet, like if he said it any louder it would break. “I do love you. More than anything.”
He felt elated, like he was floating. Nothing could hurt him now. He was safe, wrapped up in James’ arms, his smell. He was happier than he could ever remember being before. He quickly turned and flopped into his lap. The biggest smile crossed his face.
“Fuck. Jay, I love you too.” With that, he kissed him, hard. Their lips moving against each other, James’ hand slid along his sides and groped his ass through his– tighter than necessary– trousers. James reveled in the choked off moan he got in response. They separated, panting and happy. <
“Jay, I want you to fuck me. I want you.”
“Mm, what do you want me to do? This is your reward, sweets. Anything you want.” His lips moved to Reg’s neck, sucking mark after mark, teeth nipping along his pulse-point, feeling it jump under his tongue.
“Want- fuck- want you to break me. Want you to use me, fuck me, I don’t care! Just need you!” Regulus was always so easy. All James had to do was kiss him, and roll his hips, like he was doing now, and Regulus was putty in his hands.
“You want me to break you?” Reggie whimpered at the dark tone and roughly rolled his hips down into James’.
“What’s your safe word, Reggie?” His hands stopped Regulus’ hips from moving again, which earned him a huff and slight tug to his dark locks.
“Star. Now fuck me.” James laughed before picking up his boy and devouring his mouth again as he walked towards the bed. Gently throwing Reg down onto the plush, king sized bed, James began to ramble off his plan.
“Break you, huh? How about this, Hun. First,” he began unbuttoning his shirt, Regulus watching with rapt attention as inch, after inch was revealed of the toned body he loved. “I’m gonna open you up, eat you out ‘till you’re crying.” He slipped his shirt off. “Then, I’m gonna fuck you open, split you on my fingers, maybe tease your pretty little cock with my mouth, I’ll bring you to the edge,” his trouser button was next, popping undone as he unzipped the fly, “then I’ll deny you. I’ll keep you on the edge, shaking, begging.” His trousers slid off and he straddled Regulus’ hips. He began to slowly undulate his hips as he ran his hands along Regulus’ body. “Maybe, if you’re good, I’ll let you cum in my mouth.” Regulus whined as James played with his pretty pink nipples. He rolled them around in between his thumb and forefinger. “Maybe I’ll deny you, right on the edge-”
“Fuck! James, please. Fuck- S'il te plait, je vais bien. [Please, I’ll be good]” James groaned, French was his weak spot. He leaned down and kissed Regulus until they had to part for air. His hips never stopped grinding down, he could feel Regulus’ excitement. He needed to be in him, now.
With a quick wave of his hand, he vanished the rest of Reg’s clothes, now grinding their naked cocks together, their precum mixing and aiding the slide.
“Jay, please. Need you.” He was grappling for James. His hands in his hair, scratching his back, pulling, pushing. He needed something.
James, knowing his boy, grabbed his wrists firmly in one hand and pinned them above his head. Regulus moaned and struggled a bit before falling pliant. Panting, yearning, but ultimately waiting for James to continue
“Fuck, there’s my good boy.” He planted a rough kiss on Regulus’ lips before moving his other hand down to wrap around the silky skin of Regulus’ cock. A beautiful moan clawed its way from the black-haired beauties mouth. James latched his lips around Regulus’ nipple and sucked as his hand began a fast pace, stroking Reggie’s perfect cock.
“You’re so good for me. Such a sweet boy.” He moved further down, leaving kisses and bites along his path. His hand sped up, gently squeezing and twisting at the head. Regulus, body shining with sweat, was shaking.
James, knowing the signs of Regulus’ approaching orgasm, slowed his hand down, keeping him on the edge.
“James, please, S'il vous plaît, laissez-moi jouir. J'en ai besoin, besoin de toi. [Please, let me cum. I need it, need you.]” James smirked, but didn’t speed up his hand.
“Oh, baby. You didn’t pay attention, did you?” James teased, Regulus whined, throwing his head to the side. “You’re not cumming yet. You wanted me to break you. Didn’t you?” Knowing it was a trap, Regulus still answered,
“Yeah, please, Si- James! Jay! Merlin.”
“Oh?” He teased, rubbing his thumb over the head, nail dipping into the slit causing Reg to shout. “What was that, kitten?”
“Nothing. FUCK!” James chuckled darkly, speeding up his hand, and dipping the other between the alabaster legs he loved to hold teasing his fingers over Regulus’ winking hole.
“Jay,” He whined, twisting in the sheets as James’ dry fingers rubbed incessantly over his tight hole.
“Regulus. What were you going to say?” He halted all movements, but kept the pressure of his fist at the base of the soaked cock, and waited…
“Sir! Please, please needa cum. Please sir!” His words were slightly slurred, his mouth hanging open with some drool trailing down the side, pooling onto the pillow. James smirked. It wasn’t every time that Reg called him ‘Sir’, and only ever when he wanted to be ruined. And how beautiful he looked while James did just that.
Roughly thrusting his finger into the boy, he began moving his hand again, eyes trailing over the dark treasure trail, up to his pink nipples, faint body hair, then finally resting on his face; scrunched in pleasure as he cried out.
“Oh, kitty. You’re so pretty, taking my finger so well.” He punctuated his words with a rough thrust to his prostate.
The pleasure was overwhelming. James could play his body like a fiddle. Giving him everything he didn’t know he needed. The finger was pressing against the bundle of nerves, creating sparks behind his eyes. His head was thrown back like if he arched enough, he could cum.
“Jay,” he whined, tearing his eyes open and looking down at the evil, evil man who knew him so well. The older male was grinning like the cat that got the cream. His brown eyes shining with power. “Please, lemme cum.” James hummed, rubbing relentlessly against his prostate, with one quick movement, he added another finger and sped his hand up, twisting at the head, squeezing on the way down; then he growled out, “Cum for me, Kitty.” His body tensed as he came. His head thrown back, thighs shaking trying to close and stop the stimulation. His hands went down and tugged at James’ hair as he thrashed about in the soft sheets.
As he slowly came down, James stopped stroking him and removed his hand, entwining their hands as he relented the pressure on Regulus’ prostate. He slowly scooted up the bed to place a soft kiss on the boy's forehead. Eventually his breathing evened out and he sighed.
“Alright?” With a soft smile he pulled James’ lips down onto his and hummed. When they pulled away, Reg’s eyes were still unfocused and he looked calm.
“Jay, I think you promised to break me?” ‘Coy little bugger’
“Oh, I plan too.” He flipped Regulus over and pulled his hips up so his face was pressed into the pillows. “You want me to break you, love? I’ll fuckin’ break you.” Muttering a lubrication spell before plunging his cock into the tight heat of Regulus’ ill prepared hole.
“FUCK! James!” His hands were turning white as he burrowed his head further into the pillow. This was his favourite part, the burn of James’ impressive cock stretching him, filling him just right.
“That’s it, Baby. Lemme hear you.” Grinding his hips forwards a bit, just to watch Regulus shake was a head-rush. Such a powerful, witty person falling to pieces because of James. After a moment of reprieve, James slowly pulled out almost all of the way, just letting the tip rest inside before snapping forwards, directly into his prostate. He quickly built up a rhythm of quick, hard thrusts. Regulus was moaning, drooling and all but gagging for it. His brain was fried, all he could think about was James and his magic dick.
“Sir, gods, please.” Knowing he was close again, James reached around and grabbed onto his dick, it was slick with cum and allowed him to match the pace of his hips with his hand.
“So good, Reggie. So pretty, all broken open. Nice and pliant. I could do anything to you now, and you wouldn’t care.” Regulus whined noncommittally as James’ pace never faltered. He couldn’t breathe, he needed to cum.
“Sir, can I cum? Please, been so good for you.” Regulus was not above begging, not when James was fucking him so well.
Just as James was about to tell him to cum, Regulus gave a shout and came. James continued his punishing pace, removing his hand and flipping the boy over. Regulus was breathing heavily, his eyes closed with tears staining his face. James stopped for a moment, allowing the younger to catch his breath. His hands caressing and soothing Regulus’ heated skin.
Taking the moment, James was awestruck. Black hair sprawled out like a halo around the angel James got to call his boyfriend. He felt giddy knowing this beautiful man was his. He placed soft kisses all over his sharp face, finally landing on his lips for a leisurely snog as Regulus came back from wonderland.
“Hey, darling. How’re you feeling?” Regulus finally opened his eyes, they were glazed but shone with intent.
“Feeling like you’re still hard in me.” James huffed lovingly, moving a stray hair away from Reg’s face. “Wanna feel you fill me up. Please, sir?”
“Reggie, you sure? I can and will gladly just help myself to the images and sounds you’ve made tonight. Merlin knows it will fuel my dreams for years to come.”
“Please?” He fixed James with his best puppy dog eyes.
“Alright, but tell me if it’s too much, yeah?”
“Mhm.” James gently rocked his hip in and out, when Reggie didn’t seem to be in any pain, James sped up his hips. His pace was nowhere near as fast as before, but still more than enough to get them both off. Regulus was crying out, it wasn’t fast, it wasn’t enough.
“Jamie, please. Faster. Need it.” His voice was wrecked, he had yelled himself hoarse.
With a gentle hum, James manoeuvred Reg’s legs over his shoulders and quickly set a punishing pace, slamming into Regulus’ prostate with deadly precision. If James wasn’t so attentive, he would’ve thought Reggie had passed out from his lack of moans, but the man was staring at James like he was the moon. Bright, shiny, untouchable. Regulus could write poetry, song, hymns about James; as James could do the same. As James took Regulus apart again and again, they stared lovingly into each other's eyes, genty kissing as the dam finally broke. Warmth flooded into Regulus as James finally came in him. The heat flooding in him made his cock leak a few drops as he came for a third time that night. They were exhausted, and after pulling out of him, James collapsed half on top of Reggie. They were panting, sweaty, and sated.
With a quick, half-assed wave of his wand, he cleaned off their sweat, and the layers of cum on the bed, and Reg’s stomach. With a final languid kiss, James curled Reggie into his side and they shared in the bliss until passing out.