Chapter 4
“Here’s what we know.” James says, pacing the kitchen. “Sirius is gay, and he’s smitten. He was out all afternoon, and he won’t tell us where– you should write this down.”
Regulus smiles at his boyfriend and grabs a pen and paper.
“Here’s what we don’t know.” James continues, once Regulus nods. “Sirius’s type, where he was all afternoon… and lots of other things.”
“Sounds like we’re not figuring this one out, James.” Regulus tells him.
“No! We will figure it out! I know it! We just need to think. He seemed pretty confident that we wouldn’t guess who it was, so maybe it’s something that neither of us like?” James seemed pretty sceptic, but he kept going. “Coffee? Neither of us like coffee, and Sirius practically lives off of it.”
“Good thinking.” Regulus nods.
“Right, so a coffee shop? Starbucks, maybe?”
“We should check.” Regulus says.
“Let’s go then!” James shouts, rushing to the door.
“Grab your jacket!” Regulus tells him, shaking his head fondly. “And the keys! For Christ’s sake, James.”
“Right, sorry.” James says, grabbing his keys and jacket.
“Also, we should check Starbucks hours before we just leave.”
Regulus pulls out his phone, goes into his maps app, types in Starbucks and checks how long they’re open till.
“They’re all closed, James.”
“Fuck!”
“We’ll go tomorrow.”
“But Sirius is going tomorrow!”
“He went today too. We’ll be fine. We’ll just tell him that we’re out on a date or something. After he goes. Also, we don’t even know that it is a Starbucks, so cool your jets.”
“Fine.” James groans.
Regulus stood up on his tiptoes, kissing James on the lips. “Thank you.” he murmurs.
“You’re welcome!” James says, surprised.
They hear retching behind them.
“EW! PDA! GET A ROOM!” Sirius shouts, dramatically placing his wrist on his forehead, “Oh, I feel like I’m going to be ill!”
“Oh, fuck off.” James tells him, breaking the kiss.
“You gonna tell us about your boyfriend?” Regulus asks pointedly.
“Nope!” Sirius chirps. “I was hungry, so food.” He gestures to the kitchen counter, which is covered in day old mugs, plates, bowls, silverware, and other kitchen supplies.
“Fuck! Mum sees that mess she’ll throw a hissy fit!” James yelps, running over the counter and rapidly shoving everything into the dishwasher
“Oh, yes James, perfectly normal. A twenty-five year old who’s concerned over what his mum’ll say.” Regulus says sarcastically.
“You love my mother!”James informs him.
“Sometimes I think I love her more than I love you.” Sirius tells James.
“Rude!”
“Stop asking me about Re- my crush.” Sirius says, blushing.
“Reg! We have the beginning of a name!” James cheers.
“That we do, shall I make a list of everyone who lives in a ten mile radius who’s name starts with ‘Re’?” Regulus chimes in, smiling.
“Fuck you, the both of you.” Sirius groans.
“Shall we fuck each other, make it easier on you?” James asks.
Sirius groans again, burying his head in his arms.
“I hate you.” He muffles.
“Love you too.” James says.