carpe diem

23

REGULUS

"Have you got sunscreen?"

"Yes."

"What factor?"

"50."

"That isn't going to do shit."

"Fuck off, Bartemius."

"He's right, Reg. Your skin is very pale and—"

"Factor 50 is fine."

"But—"

"It is fine!" Regulus growls, spinning around to glare at the three small faces staring back at him on his phone.

He should have known that FaceTiming Pandora, Evan and Barty while he was doing his packing was going to be a bad idea.

When he told them a few weeks ago that he'd agreed to go on a spontaneous three week holiday with James to Italy and Greece, they were shocked to say the least. Regulus knows the shock didn't come from the abrupt announcement, but the fact that Regulus agreed to go on such a trip and for such a length of time. He wasn't joking when he told James that he hasn't taken any annual leave since the beginning of his studies when he was 18. He hasn't been on holiday since he started university, hasn't taken a break or a trip away. The furthest he's gone is down to Brighton for a boozy weekend a couple of summers ago, and that was sandwiched tightly in-between Friday classes and a Monday shift.

Regulus doesn't do holidays.

He doesn't do breaks or time off.

The only reason he's doing this is because James looked genuinely pained when he saw Regulus' working hours on his pay check. He looked even more heartbroken when Regulus admitted that he's basically a holiday-virgin.

Truthfully, Regulus mostly initially agreed for fear of James having a full blown mental breakdown if he didn't.

Thankfully, getting the time off wasn't any hardship. In fact, it was suspiciously easy for Regulus get three weeks approved with less than a months notice. He's pretty sure that Euphemia very strongly gave her two pence in when they were deciding between approving or declining his holiday request. When the approval email came through, Euphemia looked pretty happy about it, and not at all surprised.

Regulus is kind of excited for this holiday now that it's the day of the flight. He's pretty sure he's been wigging out so much about what to take and what he needs to buy to be prepared that James is probably regretting suggesting such a long event away from him. He's been texting James at least once a day with something else he's freaking out about needing or not needing.

The truth is, this is all new to Regulus. He doesn't want to tell James, but Regulus has never been on holiday ever. There was never a family holiday growing up. His parents never took him or Sirius away for a week. The only time Regulus left the country was to go and see family in France, and whole time was filled with huge balls, fancy dinners, and permanently dressed in suits far too expensive and itchy for a child. Regulus has never been on holiday with his family, or with his friends. The only moment of travelling he has ever done is to France and back, and that was hardly an enjoyable event in his life.

Hence, Regulus doesn't know what he's doing. To make it worse, they're not just going for a long weekend somewhere. No, James has gone all out with this holiday. They're going away for three weeks, going to two countries, and seven cities.

Talk about running before being able to walk.

"Have you packed enough pants and socks?"

"Fucking hell, Pan!" Barty howls. "You're not his mum!"

"Shut up, I'm trying to help!" Pandora defends. "They might not be able to find laundry facilities out there."

"I've packed 30 pairs of pants and socks," Regulus replies as he folds on of his shirts and places it in the case.

He packed everything last night to make sure it would fit, but woke up this morning in an unusual flit of panic about making sure he had absolutely everything he might need or want. So he has unloaded the suitcase and is repacking again.

"30!" Evan cries hysterically.

"You've packed 30 pairs of pants and socks?" Barty shrieks at the same time. "Fucking hell, Reg! Who even has 30 pairs of pants and socks?"

"Me, and I even have some left in the draw for when I get back," Regulus snaps, glaring at the screen.

"Oh my god," Evan laughs, hiding his face in his hands.

"Regulus, that is ridiculous!" Barty wheezed in between his own laughter. "Why are you taking that many?"

"I am not using a laundrette!" Regulus hisses. "There is no way I am putting my clothes, my pants, in a public washing machine in a foreign country. No, no no! No fucking way. I am taking more than enough clothes to wear for the whole holiday."

"Fuck sake, you're such a prude twat," Barty laughs, shaking his head.

"How big is your bag?" Evan asks.

"It's a suitcase."

Barty scoffs. "Has James got your other one?"

"No, he does not!" Regulus snarls. "I have one! And everyone fits, I checked last night."

"Then why are you packing now?"

"I am repacking to make sure I have everything I need."

"Ah, yes. Of course! You can't be going with 29 pairs of socks and pants. That would be a travesty."

"I will hang up on you, Rosier."

"Boys," Pandora warns. "Stop stressing our Reggie out."

"Sorry, Reggie."

"So sorry, Reggie."

"Fuck you both."

Their laughs that follow completely contradict the purpose of the apologies. Regulus rolls his eyes at the pair of them.

"Can I just say..." Barty starts a few moments later, and Regulus sigh with trepidation for what monstrosity is about to come out of the idiots mouth. "I can't believe the first time you're going on holiday you're going with bloody James Potter and not us!"

"You have never asked me to go on holiday with you," Regulus replies, task focused on folding his green shirt in a way that will make sure it isn't ruined with creases by the time he wears it on holiday.

"You've never asked any of us to go on holiday with you!" Evan says, tone accusing and hurt. "Why would you want to go with Reg?"

That has Regulus' head snapping up. "Why wouldn't he want to go with me?"

"You're taking 30 pairs of pants and socks," Evan deadpans. "And I bet my left kidney that you've folded your boxers."

Regulus refuses to acknowledge the way his cheeks flush. "It's a simple and effective packing technique."

"See!" Evan shouts, pointing at the screen. "That! This is what I mean!"

"That's pretty weird, Reg," Barty nods. "You pack like a girl."

Regulus glares at the two of them. "You both scream like your balls haven't dropped yet."

Both their jaws drop as Pandora cackles loudly. Regulus smirks as he continues with his folding.

"You're being extra mean today, Reggie-kins," Barty whines.

"You're being extra annoying. It's a natural reaction."

"What time is James picking you up?" Pandora asks.

"Him and Sirius are getting here at eight," Regulus replies, looking at the clock on his bedside cabinet. He's got just over 20 minutes until the two of them turn up and Regulus knows he needs to be ready to walk out the door as soon as they arrive.

"Wait the fuck up!" Barty says sharply. "Sirius?"

"He's giving us a lift to the airport," Regulus nods, grumbling. "Don't worry, I'm not happy about it either, but James said he insisted."

Barty curls his lips like an animal snarling, and Regulus can see Evan's jaw clicking in silent rage and displeasure. It stirs a warm fuzzy feeling in Regulus' stomach to know the two of them are still so ready to jump to his protection with the history between him and Sirius.

Things between Regulus and Sirius may be on the level playing field of civil, and Regulus is tolerating his brothers profound presence in his life now due to James, but all is not forgiven and forgotten. Regulus can accept the irritating texts from Sirius, who hasn't slowed down in his determination to annoy Regulus into brotherhood again. Regulus will allow it, and when James said that Sirius was going to drive them to the airport, he didn't argue. He's mostly done it for James, because it's not the older boys fault that he's managed to find himself in the no man's land between the two Black brothers, but that does not mean that Regulus is ready to put it all behind him. Sirius hurt him, his actions left behind wounds that have festered and scarred deep and ugly. It's going to take a lot more than some amusing and harassing texts and invitations to tennis for those scars to lose the scar tissue beneath them.

"Are you finished?" Pandora asks, breaking Regulus out of his thoughts.

He looks down at his full suitcase.

"I think so," Regulus says with slight uncertainty.

"I'm sure you have everything you might need," Pandora assured softly. "And if you've forgotten anything, I'm sure you'll be able to get it over there."

"Yeah," Regulus chews his lip, slowly zipping up the suitcase.

"You better not be contemplating packing more pants and socks," Barty says warily.

Regulus glares at him, rounding the bed and snatching up his phone. "No, I am not," he growls. "I am contemplating this friendship."

"You wound me, Reggie-bear."

"Have you packed your green shirt?" Evan asks.

Regulus nods as he makes his way into the kitchen. "Of course."

"Good," Evan winks. "You look hot as shit in that. The people of Italy deserve to see it."

Regulus smirks down at his phone. "Thanks."

"I can't wait to see all the pictures!" Pandora beams.

"How many places are you visiting again?" Evan asks.

"Six places in Italy and then Paros in Greece," Regulus answers as he balances the phone against the wall on the kitchen counter and begins to wash up the dirty mug and glass in the sink. Pandora may have offered to flat sit for him and look after Sylvester for him for three weeks after her shift tonight, but he refuses to be the type of homeowner who leaves their sitter a sink of dirty dishes.

"Why am I not surprised," Barty muses.

"What?" Regulus asks.

"Anyone else who had a three week holiday would spend the whole three weeks sitting on their arse and relaxing," Barty laughs, "You’re literally going galavanting around the whole of Italy. Do you know how to do nothing?"

"What’s the point of going somewhere and sitting down?" Regulus asks defensively. "I can do that here! If I wanted to have three weeks of relaxing, I’d save money and time and sit in my flat."

"That’s not what people do, Reg."

"Well, people are stupid," Regulus huffs. "Why pay all that money to go somewhere else and do nothing, when you can do nothing at home for free with all your stuff at arms reach?"

Evan shrugs on the screen. "He has a point."

"He does not!" Barty cries indignantly.

"Plus," Regulus adds, "if your next argument is going to be that resorts in other countries have bars and cocktails, I literally make cocktails in my own kitchen."

"But do you have someone who literally brings them to you while you’re lounging and reading a book?"

"Yes. I have James."

Barty rolls his eyes. "Fuck sake."

"He’s got you there!" Evan barks, laughing.

"All I’m saying, is your holiday sounds fucking tiring," Barty shrugs. "You’re going to need another holiday when you get back just to recover from all the walking you’re going to be doing!"

"We’re literally spending five days in Greece to do just that."

"Ignore him, Reggie," Evan chimes in. "He’s just bitter because you’re going to get dick-ed down in Europe when he’s got to go to work with Snape."

"Of course I’m bitter! I want to go on holiday!"

"Then book some time off and go!"

Regulus rolls his eyes at the pair of them, but can't help but be grateful that they're back to semi-normal. Regulus has turned into a soundboard for Barty the last few weeks, and Pandora the same for Evan. Little to the pair of them know, that Regulus and Pandora have been feeding back to one another at whatever they hear.

The general gist is, that Barty has had a colossal gay crisis in poor timing with sleeping with Evan, and Evan has taken all the hits and punches from Barty's meltdown. However, Pandora and Regulus have been able to be confessed that both of them like each other, just both now too scared to do anything about it. They're civil in terms of friendship again, which is an absolute win for everyone and anyone in a one meter radius of them.

Regulus and Pandora have placed bets on how long it will be before the two of them pull their fingers out of their arses and finally get together. Regulus has bet another month, and Pandora has bet by the time he gets back from his holiday.

Regulus will be happy for them whenever they manage to get together, but he'll be pissed off if he loses £100 because they sort themselves out while he's galavanting around Europe.

"You better bring us back some presents, Reg!" Barty cries. "I want top-class souvenirs from everywhere you go!"

"I'll get you all matching shell necklaces from Greece."

"And I will wear it with pride."

A sharp knock sounds from the front door.

"They're here," Regulus says, all the breath disappearing from his lungs in a matter of nanoseconds.

This is happening.

This is happening.

Oh fuck.

This is happening!

"Have the best time!" Pandora beams, breaking Regulus out of his rapid spiralling.

"Safe flight and text us when you get there!" Evan adds.

"Make sure you join the mile-high club!" Barty shouts.

Regulus rolls his eyes. "Thank you, yes I'll text you, and I'll try!"

"Atta boy," Barty winks.

"Bye, honey!" Evan waves, and Pandora blows kisses at the screen.

Regulus hangs up, tucking his phone in his back pocket before crossing the living room floor to the front door.

James and Sirius are standing beaming at him when he opens it.

"Reg!" Sirius cheers.

Regulus can't hide the feeling of annoyance in his expression.

His eyes cut to the taller man.

"Hey, sweetheart," James smiles.

"Good morning," Regulus practically purrs. His previous annoyance evaporates immediately.

"You alright?" James asks, stepping forward.

Regulus doesn't hesitate to step into his waiting arms, relishing in the feeling of strength and safety wrapping around him and holding him close.

"Where's my hug?"

Regulus huffs in annoyance, rolling his eyes when he feelings James' chest vibrate with a laugh. Regulus lifts his head, catching James' lips and kissing him heavily.

He hears Sirius make a sound, but he doesn't care. James is addictive and Regulus is a victim to it.

When they break apart, James' eyes stay locked closely on his, their faces inches from each other.

"Okay!" Sirius croaks, breaking the sweet, sweet serenity that Regulus was basking in with finally seeing James again. "Maybe we should go inside?"

Regulus' eyes snap towards his brother, glaring with a look that he hopes would kill. "Maybe you should fuck off and get hit by a bus?"

Sirius' eyes widen in horror, and he looks at James in fear and shock. James' arms tighten momentarily around Regulus' back before he pulls back slightly.

"Come on," he nods to the flat. "Let's make sure you've got everything."

Huffing, Regulus turns and goes back inside, the two following him closely.

"Are you packed?"

"Yeah," Regulus nods. "Pretty sure I have everything."

"Well, I'm sure if there's anything you've managed to forget we'll be able to buy somewhere," James smiles. "Is your bag in your room?"

"Yeah. I'll go grab it."

When Regulus comes out a minute later, he's dragging his suitcase behind him and his carry-on over his shoulder.

"Fucking hell," Sirius' eyes widen at the reasonably sized suitcase. "You got a body in there?"

"No," Regulus snaps. "But one might fit, so feel free to discontinue irritating me."

James rolls his eyes. "Pads, we're going for three weeks. We paid to take extra large bags."

"That's not a 'large bag'," Sirius retorts. "That's a fucking storage unit!"

Fucking hell, Regulus thinks. His brother is worse than Barty.

"Mines pretty much the same size," James continues to defend.

Sirius merely shakes his head. Regulus wished he was able to pick the whole case up and smack him to the West of London with it.

"You ready to go?" James asks, looking at the bags. "Everything charged and chargers packed?"

Regulus nods. "Yep, got my sound cancelling headphones fully charged."

"For the flight?" Sirius asks, chiming in.

"For this drive," Regulus corrects, deadpan.

Sirius makes a weird startled snort sound. "Rude!"

"Valid."

"Let's go!" James bursts loudly. "Come on. The plane won't wait for your bickering. Reg, passport?"

"Got it," Regulus promises, tapping the front pocket of his carry-on where he has checked vigorously 15 times that it is in there.

Truthfully, the ride to the airport could be worse. James rides shotgun in the car and Regulus is blessed with the backseat where he immediately puts on his headphones to drown out the grating sound of his estranged brother's singing.

The drive, thank god, doesn't take very long. Before he knows it, they're pulling into the drop off car park at the airport. Pulling his headphones off, Regulus doesn't hesitate to get out and start getting their bags. When the car is unloaded and Sirius pays for the parking ticket, they say their farewells.

Or, at least, Regulus was prepared to just say 'bye' and walk off.

"Have the best time!" Sirius cheers, hugging them both. "I want lots of pictures, lots of texts, and don't forget to buy me presents!"

"Okay, Pads," James chuckles, patting the shorter man on the shoulder. Regulus jolts, hoping that Sirius will let go of him, but his grip is relentless and if anything, he hugs him tighter.

"Promise me!" Sirius cries.

"I promise."

"I can't believe you're leaving me," Sirius whines. "For a whole month! What am I going to do?"

"It's three weeks, Pads," James replies.

"Basically a month!"

"I'm sure you'll be fine without me."

"I don't think I'll be able to cope!"

Regulus rolls his eyes. "Hopefully it'll be a slow and painful death."

"Prongs, leave him in Italy," Sirius whispers to James, though loud enough that Regulus can easily hear him. "I'm begging you."

"If he stays there, so do I, Pads."

"Ugh," Sirius shivers, shoving them away. "You make me sick with that love talk."

"I'm not apologising."

"I'll take the presents you get me as an apology."

James rolls his eyes playfully before patting Sirius on the back. "See you in three weeks, Pads."

"Have you ever been on a plane before?" James asks an hour later when they're standing in the queue to get onto the plane.

Regulus glances at him in confusion. "James, I literally moved to France for three years. How do you think I got there?"

"You could have got the ferry!" James replies, shrugging.

"Do I look like someone who would have taken the bloody ferry?" Regulus almost shouts, indignant and slightly affronted at James’ assumption.

James opens his mouth to reply, pausing, and then he shuts his mouth with a click and nods. "Yeah. That makes sense. I can't imagine you on a ferry."

Regulus scoffs in reply. "I refuse to travel like that. There was a reason I was not born with gills and fins."

"Are you... are you scared of boats?"

"No I am not scared of boats!" Regulus hisses. "I just refuse to put myself in a situation where my mode of transport could sink and I could drown."

"Reg, you do realise planes go over the sea?"

"Your point?"

"The plane could crash?" James says slowly. "Into the sea!"

Regulus shrugs. "I'd probably die from the impact."

James squeaks, blinking. "What? That's your logic?"

"Yes."

"Can you just admit you're too proud and posh to go on a boat?"

"Nope."

James laughs, looping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him close into his side. "Okay, darling. Well, I guess I should just be grateful you don't have a fear of planes."

"Thankfully not," Regulus murmurs, resting his head on James' chest. "Do you know someone who does?"

"Peter," James muses. "Lad is fucking petrified."

"Didn't you go travelling with him?"

"Yeah. Every plane journey was a nightmare. He had to basically dose himself up on sleeping pills and spend the whole time passed out or he'd end up freaking out."

"What's made him so scared of planes?"

"He watches too many documentaries," James smiles. "He seemed fascinated with plane crashes until we decided to go travelling and then he shit his boxers when he realised that he himself would have to get on a plane."

Regulus can help but chuckle as they move up the line. "After meeting him, I'm actually not surprised."

"He's a little shite sometimes," James nods. "But it was a great time, apart from the flying."

They're almost at the front, and Regulus' heart begins to beat with trepidation. Not with fear of flying, or fear of the plane. No, it's not fear at all. It's a unnerving excitement that's making him almost breathless. He's going on holiday with James.

His James.

They're going away, for three weeks, just the two of them.

James, who he only met back in September and was sure he hated purely on the way the man practically radiated sunshine.

James, who Regulus refused for as long as he could to not let in for fear and knowing that as soon as someone as chaotic, beautiful, and blinding came into his circle he would never be able to remove them.

His James.

Regulus never imagined a day would come that he'd be going on holiday with someone like this. Alone, independent, untouchable. That was who Regulus was supposed to be. People only bring pain, they only let him down, and yet James has made him forget all his rules, all his restrictions with people that he designed to keep the walls around his heart stable and impenetrable.

"You ready?" James asks, grinning, when the people in front of them leave and they're about to step up to the ticket desk.

For James, Regulus will always be ready.

"Let's do this."

The flight to Milan takes two hours.

Two hours of James using Regulus' shoulder as a pillow while he snored and sniffed, being a permanent distraction for Regulus against his book. When they touch down, James goes from asleep and drooling on Regulus to practically vibrating with excitement in his seat within seconds. It's highly amusing, and also enduringly adorable.

Regulus is mostly grateful that James didn't clap when the plane landed.

If he had, love and affection be damned, Regulus would have left his sorry ass in Milan and flown straight back to London.

When they get into the airport and retrieve their bags, they make their way out towards the taxi stands. Heat and humidity swaps them both, and Regulus grimaces when he feels sweat begin to build on him underneath his jumper and jeans. It was overcast and chilled when they left London, and despite it only being April, Milan warmth and weather is making him regret his knitted sweatshirt.

It's gone two in the afternoon by the time they're in the taxi, James having sputtered out a butchered attempt at Italian before the taxi driver took pity on him and conversed in English. Regulus could have easily stepped in, considering he actually knows Italian, but watching James squirm was an evil entertainment. James is still blushing with embarrassment even as they gawking out the windows of the car, looking at the sights and buildings that they pass on their way to the hotel.

"It looks beautiful," James says beside him.

Regulus tears his eyes away from the world outside the window and looks at him, feeling his heart swell at the way the older man was looking out his own window with huge, star-gazed eyes.

"Yeah," Regulus agrees softly. "It is."

'It' being you.

James beams over at him. "This is going to be great," he says, nodding. He reaches across the middle and grabs Regulus’ hand, squeezing it. "I’m happy to be here with you."

Regulus curses himself for blushing over something so cheesy.

"Me too," he whispers.

When they pull up outside the hotel, Regulus thanks the man in Italian after he's got their bags out of the boot. When he turns to James, the older man is staring at him in horror.

"I completely forgot you speak Italian!" He whines. "I can't tell if I'm turned on or betrayed that you allowed me to try and speak to the nice Italian man!"

Regulus shrugs. "It was vastly entertaining."

James narrows his eyes. "Mean. That was mean."

"Sorry, mon amour (my love)," Regulus pouts, feigning guilt. He steps up, close enough that their chests are touching, linking his arms around James’ back and looking up at the taller boy through his eyelashes. "Or should I say, amore mio (my love)."

"Is that Italian?"

"It is," Regulus purrs.

"What did you say?"

"You’ll have to figure it out."

James pouts, pushing his bottom lip out and Regulus can’t stop himself from reaching up on his tip toes and gently biting it.

"Come on," he murmurs against his lips. "Let’s go in and see our hotel room."

"Fine," James replies. "But you’re doing all the talking from now on."

"Of course."

Inside, Regulus takes the lead and speaks to the lady at reception, who gives them their key and explains the check out time in two days time. Their room is on the third floor, so they take the lift as they've got their bags and James looks as hot and bothered as Regulus.

The first thing that Regulus notices about their room is how bright it is. It's one big space, with crisp white walls, cream carpet, a huge bed in the centre and to the right beside the bathroom, a large set of double doors that lead out to a balcony. Sun shines through the doors that are already open and a slight breeze coming in causes the white curtains to flutter and billow.

"Wow," James gasps. "Look at this place!"

"It’s amazing," Regulus agrees, and he chuckles when he watches James dump the bags on the floor before nose diving onto the bed. "Comfy?"

"Amazing," James says, though it comes out muffled where his face is smushed against the white, crisp duvet. "Ooooooh, Reg. This bed is so comfortable."

"You better not fall asleep. We didn’t come all this way for you to stay in bed."

"No. Not to stay in bed alone," James replies, pushing himself up and looking at Regulus with hungry, hooded eyes. "Care to join me?"

Regulus feels his trousers tighten at the sight of James spread on the bed, looking at him like he’s a meal to be devoured. He wants to say yes, but he is also desperate to shower. The plane air has made him feel grimy enough, let alone sweating since touching down in Italy.

Shower first, Christen the bed later.

Then maybe another shower.

"I need to shower," Regulus says, grabbing his bag and unzipping it to find his wash bag.

He’s barely got the bag opened when James is leaping across the bed and grabbing his wrist. With one easy tug, James has yanked Regulus hard enough that his entire body topples onto the bed, rolled them both so that Regulus is flat on his back and James is on top of him, his arms bracketing his head.

Regulus lets out a gasp in surprise, staring up at the brown eyes that are only inches from his own. He barely allows himself to catch his breath before he’s leaning up and catching James’ waiting mouth. Heat floods his entire body, his nerve endings singing when James’ lips move against his, his tongue deviously and slowly teasing against the roof of his mouth. He runs his fingers up and down James’ back, relishing in the heat emitting from the mans skin beneath his shirt, feeling the muscle rippling underneath his hands.

Breathless and panting, James breaks away and begins kissing along his jawline, his hand tangling itself in Regulus’ hair and giving it a gently but firm tug. Regulus gasps, arching his neck and allowing James room to kiss slowly down his throat, grazing his teeth along his pulse point. Regulus’ chest heaves, breaths stuttering in anticipation. He feels like he’s vibrating with need, his cock straining his pants and his legs turned to jelly against the bed.

"Still want to shower?" James asks, breath hot against his ear. He nibbles twice at the shell of his ear, causing Regulus to shiver and unconsciously tighten his grip on James’ hip.

"Yes," Regulus pants, chuckling when James pouts. "Care to join me?"

James’ eyes widen momentarily. "Yes," he nods, scrambling to get up. "Absolutely."

Regulus’ amusement is cut off when James grabs his forearm, standing up and pulling Regulus with him. Regulus launches up, his stomach swooping at James’ strength and how fucking hot it is that he can just lift him up.

James grins at him, seemingly aware of how attractive he is when he’s able to move Regulus’ weight like a rag doll. He pecks his nose with a kiss, then reaches and grabs Regulus’ wash bag before leading him into the ensuite bathroom. Regulus is so lost in excitement to shower together that he doesn’t even have it in him to complain about James clearly planning on using his shower stuff.

Like the rest of the room, the bathroom is just as glamorous and stunning. White walls, sparking porcelain, and a double shower.

Perfect.

While Regulus is unpacking his shower bag, James gets to work on figuring out how the shower works and then getting it to the right temperature. Regulus glances up after a moment that the water has been running, and see’s James stripping his clothes. Instead of following in suit and taking off his clothes too, Regulus watches as James pulls his sweaty shirt over his head, revealing the beautiful expanse of tanned skin and wide shoulders. He’ll never get tired of seeing James’ naked body, all that gorgeous skin revealed. James bends up then, pushing his trousers and boxers down in one, stepping out of them and disregarding them in a pile on the floor. Regulus’ eyes are glued to James’ backside, heat building up once more knowing that this is for his eyes only.

James looks over his shoulder, smirking when he see’s Regulus watching him.

"Coming?" He asks, and then he’s stepping into the shower underneath the spray. He holds a hand out, and Regulus passes over his shower gels, shampoos, conditioners and extras. While James is lining them up, Regulus focuses on getting himself undressed and not staring at the way the droplets of water run down James’ flat torso.

James steps under the spray to give Regulus room to get in, though Regulus doesn't think he minds. Regulus almost loses his footing when James tips his head back, craning his neck and stretching the sharp angle of his jaw. Eyes closed, water cascades down his hair and face, down his neck, his strong shoulders, down his chest. His naturally tanned skin looks delicious, smooth and wet.

While James’ head is tipped back and he’s soaking his hair with the water, Regulus steps forward. He presses his front into James’, his skin getting wet as he does so. James jolts as their bodies are slotted together, and Regulus smiles as he presses a kiss into James’ chest, trails his fingers down his toned stomach.

Regulus looks up, his face protected from the spray with James’ head. Water drips from his hair into Regulus’ face and neck.

"Hi," James smiles.

"Hi."

"You're really fucking blurry right now."

A laugh bursts out of Regulus. "Mm. Sexy."

"You are," James agrees easily, cupping his jaw and kissing his lips quickly.

"You can't see me," Regulus argues.

James rests his forehead against his, his large hands smoothing up and down his sides. "I don't need to see you in focus to know you're gorgeous, Reg."

"Well," Regulus murmurs, "if you can't see, let me help with you your other senses."

"What— oh."

James cuts himself off breathlessly as Regulus reaches between them and slowly, teasingly, runs his finger along the side of his half hard cock.

"Reg…" James breathes, and when Regulus grasps his whole length in his hand, the older man whimpers loudly, "Fuck!"

Regulus smirks as he lifts himself up on his toes, whispering into James’ ear, "Later."

"What?" James whines. "Later? You can’t—"

He cuts himself off again when Regulus gently bites his ear, his hand stroking James to full hardness. James releasing a shuddering breath as Regulus continues to trail kisses down his neck, his hand moving rhythmically, feeling the older mans length harden and stand to attention quickly under his ministrations.

When the weight in his hand is stiff and hot, and he feels James’ breaths shake and tremble against him, Regulus lowers himself to his knees without releasing his grip on James’ cock. James leans back against the wall, his hands twitching at his sides. Regulus loves that something so simple has got James practically shaking with anticipation, coming apart at the seams underneath Regulus’ touch. He loves that he can do that to James.

James’ cock is leaking, Regulus can almost feel it throbbing in his hand, the veins angry and raised. Regulus thinks it looks quite pretty, though it’s nothing compared to James’ flushed face and fluttering eyelashes.

Keeping his gaze on James’ face, Regulus presses a light kiss to the tip. James’ hips jerk, and the older man whimpers above him.

"Reg," he whines, thumping his head back against the tiles of the shower wall.

As much as Regulus loves teasing, he’s also pretty fucking desperate himself now to get James’ cock in his mouth.

He squeezes the base of James’ cock at the same time that he runs his tongue down the length, until he reaches the tip, and then he takes the whole thing in his mouth.

James jerks against him, but Regulus doesn’t relent. He sucks in earnest, bobbing his head up and down, hollowing his cheeks and makes sure it feels fucking good for James. He hears James groan above him, his hips stuttering and jerking as Regulus takes him to the base and cups his balls as he does so. His throat convulses for a moment, but he forces it to relax and take James’ entire length.

James’ hand knots itself in his hair, tugging rhythmically as Regulus bobs his head, lips stretched and cheeks hollowing. He loves hearing James moan his name above him, feeling his legs begin to tremble under this hands where he holds the older mans hips to stop him from being able to chase more. Without letting James out of his mouth, he curls up his tongue to tease the base of his cock, and James gasps above him.

"Reg," he groans. "Reg. I-I’m— fuck, I’m gonna—"

Determined to drive James over the edge, Regulus takes James deep enough that his own breath stutters and he moans, knowing it will vibrate through James like a gunshot.

James groans above him, low and rumbled and raspy. The noise goes straight to Regulus’ own straining groin. He feels James’ body coil beneath his hand, feels his legs shake, the hand in his hair tightens until it’s almost painful, and then his mouth is flooded.

Swallowing down every last drop, sucking gently until James is completely soft against his tongue, Regulus makes sure he rides out his orgasm until the older man is completely boneless against the shower wall.

He pulls of James’ cock with an audible pop. The hand in his hair is relaxed but still resting against his wet and flat locks. He strokes James’ hip as he sits on his hunches and looks up at his doing.

James is flushed from head to toe. His eyes are shut, head lulled back and chest heaving.

Regulus grins. He did that.

He kisses James’ thigh a couple of times, stroking the trembling muscle before he climbs to his feet. His knees ache from kneeing on the hard floor, but the sight of James completely debauched is worth it.

"You alright, love?" He asks.

"Yeah," James nods, eyes fluttering open. "Fucking hell. I… I’m so good."

Regulus grins. "Good," he murmurs, kissing James’ cheek while the man slowly comes down from his high.

"I think orgasms feel better in Italy."

Regulus laughs, "I don’t think it works like that."

"It does," James argues. Then, he drops his head back into the spray and moans, "Fuck."

Regulus grins with pride, still happy that he made James feel that good. Stepping under the spray with James, Regulus gets his hair dripping again and then reaches for the shampoo.

"What are you doing?"

"Washing," Regulus replies, flashing James a look. "We’re in the shower, James."

"No," James interrupts, gently cupping Regulus face within both on his hands. "Not yet."

Regulus raises an eyebrow in question, and James just tilts his head, feigning innocence.

"We still need to take care of something," James says huskily, his hands slowly trailing from Regulus’ face, down his shoulders and down his back.

Regulus’ breath quickens in anticipation, his already straining cock aching, hard against his stomach. James grinds his hips forward, rolling their cocks together and making Regulus shudder. He barely has a moment to focus again before a hot, wet finger is circling his hole.

When the finger pushes in slowly, his breathless moan is swallowed by James kissing him.

When James hooks his finger inside him, Regulus’ legs go weak for a moment, only held up by the hand on his waist and the finger in his ass.

"Careful," James chuckles.

"Fuck," Regulus whines.

"Patience, sweetheart. Just enjoy it."

Regulus’ words die on his tongue when James adds a second finger, scissoring him and making white spots dance in his vision. His cock is painfully hard, almost unbearable now. He’s trembling from head to toe, feeling strung up and desperate for release.

The pre-cum leaking from Regulus’ cock is like a tap when James adds a third finger, igniting that delicious burning inside him.

"Do your knees hurt?" James murmurs softly, kissing the corner of his mouth tenderly, which is a vast difference from the way his fingers are pistoling in and out of his ass. "You were kneeling for quite a while. Maybe we should give your legs a bit of a rest."

"Uh huh," Regulus nods, feeling hot and needy and horny.

"Okay, sweetheart," James chuckles, and then, the asshole, removes his fingers.

"James," Regulus whines, jerking his hips forward in frustration. He gasps when his cock brushes with James’, thoughts suddenly zeroing in on how James is now hard as a rock again.

"You sure you’re ready for round two?"

"With you naked in front of me?" James grins. "I’m always ready for another round."

"Impressive."

"Let me show you impressive."

And with that, James is grabbing Regulus by the arse cheeks and lifting him in the air. Regulus gasps in surprise, his hands automatically grabbing James’ shoulders and his legs going around his waist. His back hits the shower wall, and his breath catches in his throat when he feels James’ rock hard cock rest against his spread arse cheeks.

"Ready, baby?"

Regulus nods, already panting with need and arousal. "Yes. Please."

James grins, obviously aware of how fucking perfect he is and how every little thing this man does makes Regulus wilt under his thumb.

"Hold on to me," James instructs, and Regulus doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around James’ shoulders tightly, squeezing his thighs into James’ waist enough that when James took one hand off his ass, he didn’t slip an inch. It’s impressive really, when they’re both soaked from the shower, that Regulus isn’t slipping down James like a wet fish on a pole.

Regulus jolts unconsciously and moans loudly when he feels the tip of James’ dick against his hole. If Regulus wasn’t worried about them both falling, he’d loosen his grip of James’ shoulders and just fucking slide down so he got his fill.

He doesn’t have to wait. James’ attempt at teasing is clearly triumphed by his own need, as moments later, he’s letting go of guiding his own cock and he grabs onto Regulus’ hip, driving the aim home.

Regulus moans high and loud, breath punched out of him at suddenly being filled with James.

James gives him barely a moment to get used to the stretch before he’s tightening his grip on Regulus’ hip and ass cheek, lifting Regulus up enough to slam him back down. 

His hands scramble and scratch at James’ shoulders and back, nails racking for grip as he’s jostled up and down and up and down. His thighs shake around James’ waist, muscles quivering. His torso clenches and unclenches rhythmically, in sync with his heaving and panting chest. Soft moans are being punched out of him with each sharp thrust James aims up and into him, his back scraping against the tiles of the wall he’s pressed up against. Everything is so fucking hot and so overwhelming that he can barely keep his eyes open.

"Fuck, Reg," James groans, low and grumbling as he jack-knifes his hips up to drive his pelvis into Regulus’ ass. "You’re so fucking tight."

Regulus can only pant and moan in reply. He feels delirious, his skin hot and his insides taking a fucking beating.

He feels his cock leaking between them, straining and hard and ready to explode. James is filling every inch of him and it’s incredible. Regulus feels drunk on arousal and need. Pressure is building up inside of him, ecstasy making his head spin and black spots dance in his vision.

"J-James," he gasps. "I— James, I’m gonna— I’m gonna—"

"I know," James pants, nodding and resting his head against Regulus’. "Me too, baby. Me too."

James shifts him slightly, angling his hips in a way that makes every pound nail his prostate, and Regulus can’t hold back the scream as he finally cums. He bites into James’ shoulder to silence himself, his whole body shaking in James’ arms. His cock spurts between them like a gun going off, painting their torsos valiantly. He feels his ass clench and spasm around James, and moments later, he feels James come undone inside him.

They stay like that for a few moments. Regulus doesn’t have the energy to try and help James hold his weight hope, draped in James’ arms practically boneless as if the orgasm sucked out all the strength in his body. James seems fairly content with holding Regulus against the wall, both of them just catching their breaths and their heads slumped into each others shoulders.

"I told you," James murmurs against his skin. "Orgasms in Italy hit different."

Regulus can’t help but let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. He lifts his head, groaning when he feels his body slightly shift and the ache in his ass making itself known.

"I can’t feel my legs," he sighs, meeting James’ eyes

James chuckles, chest vibrating against Regulus’. He runs a hand soothingly up and down Regulus’ side.

"We really need to shower now," Regulus mumbles.

"I think we should have a nap as well," James smirks.

"Wash first."

"Yeah, baby," James smiles. "Shower first, then nap."

Regulus looks at the shower still going full force a step behind James. "We’ve wasted so much water."

"The fine will be worth it," James replies, kissing his nose. "Ready to get down?"

Regulus hums and nods. Seemingly still incredibly strong despite two orgasms and cradling Regulus’ weight through an entire round of sex, James lifts Regulus up by his hips until his newly soft cock slips out, causing both of them to groan at the friction. Regulus unhooks his legs, stretching them down as James lowers him to the floor. His muscles protest and he has to lock his knees, breathing at how sensitive his ass feels.

"You okay?" James murmurs softly, stroking his hip and not letting go.

Regulus nods. "Just sore."

"Sorry, love."

"Definitely not a bad thing."

James grins and kisses his forehead. "Come on, shower and then nap."

While the warm water feels amazing on Regulus’ sore body, he’s also exhausted from the morning travelling and getting absolutely railed that he goes as quick as he can getting the two of them clean. As James did all of the heavy lifting, Regulus makes sure that James doesn’t have to lift a finger to wash or condition his hair. Regulus actually quite enjoys taking care of James, considering most of the time James somehow manages to swerve them into James taking care of Regulus. Now, Regulus gets to treat James to some pampering, and it’s nice.

After the shower, finally clean, they both grab a towel each off the rack. James tries to climb straight into bed, but Regulus grabs him by the wrist and makes him sit on the closed toilet while he towel dries his hair. When James is done, he folds his damp towel back on the rack.

"I’ll be in in a minute, okay?" Regulus says.

"Okay," James nods, kissing him slowly, sensually, before stumbling out of the bathroom, naked as the day he was born.

Regulus towel dries his own hair before he makes his way into the bedroom. It’s barely early evening, so the sun still shines through the barely thick drapes. Still, Regulus is ready for a power nap, so he’s pretty sure the light won’t affect him.

James is already spread out on the bed, the covers kicked off and limbs sprawled like he flopped face first and didn’t move an inch afterwards. Regulus can’t ignore the swell of adoration as he steps up to the bed. Grabbing his phone, he sets an alarm for an hour, giving them enough time to get up and get ready before going out for dinner.

When the alarms are set, Regulus lays down, lifting James’ arm and slotting himself firmly into James’ side. Even in his sleep, James shifts to give Regulus room, and then he tightens his arm around Regulus’ waist, bracketing him in. As soon as his head hits the pillow, Regulus is asleep.

An hour later, the two of them get up after a much deserved nap. Both rattled with bed hair and pillow marks on their faces, they freshen up to go out. James gets all of 10 minutes in the bathroom before Regulus is elbowing him out of the way so he can style his curls and scrub the sleep from his face.

Another hour after they woke from their nap, they’re both ready to go. Regulus smirks at himself in the bathroom mirror. Before this trip, him and Pandora went shopping for outfits to make James and the rest of Europe fall at their knees. The magenta pink suit with a matching pink low cut shirt that Regulus is wearing makes him feel pretty damn untouchable. With the addition of a silver chain necklace and rings, Regulus adds the final touches to his curls before he exits the bathroom.

James is sitting on the bed when he steps out, the other man dressed in a pair of blue slacks that even without standing up, Regulus knows is going to hug his muscly thighs and ass perfectly. His black dress shirt is only buttoned up half way, revealing the delicious view of his toned pectorals and edible clavicles.

"Ready to go?" Regulus asks, moving into the room to grab his phone.

"Yeah," James nods, and when he looks up, his eyes widen comically and his jaw practically drops to the floor. "Wow!" James adds, sounding suddenly breathless.

Regulus blushes furiously, feeling a smug smirk tug at his lips. James looks gobsmacked, eyes wide and dancing up and down his form hungrily.

"Like what you see, Potter?"

"Yes," James nods. "Very much so."

Regulus hums, stepping into his space and catching his lack lips. "Later," he whispers a moment later. "We need to go."

"I don’t think I can when you’re dressed like that," James whines.

"This isn’t even the best," Regulus replies.

James groans. "You’re killing me."

"I haven’t even begun," Regulus smirks, stepping back and grabbing his phone, pocketing it. He looks back at James, who looks as sexually frustrated as a 13 year old boy who just discovered masturbating. "Shall we?"

"Yeah," James nods vigorously, grabbing his phone and the hotel key. "The sooner we go, the sooner we can come back and I can rip that suit off."

"You will be 'ripping' nothing, Potter," Regulus retorts, flashing him a half-hearted glare. "This is Armani. Rip this, and I rip your dick off."

"Gently removed," James corrects, grinning. "Quickly."

Regulus purses his lips and nods, slipping past James to the door and loving the way the older boy’s breath picks up slightly.

"Very well," he murmurs, grinning when he sees James squirm before practically running after him out of the hotel room.

Despite it being almost half past six in the evening, the Italian sun has barely eased its pressure of heat. Still high in the sky and casting the city in a generous yellow hue, Regulus and James walk hand in hand through the streets of Milan. Their hotel is pretty much city centre, allowing them to slowly stroll along and gaze into the windows of shops and cafes. 

They find a restaurant on a busy street that seems to ooze finesse and class. The waiter greets them at the door, dressed in a crisp tuxedo and dress shoes that shine. He leads them to their table, and hands them both drinks menus.

Regulus scans the wine section, and his jaw almost hits the table when James speaks.

"I’ll have a glass of the soave please," James orders.

Regulus raises an eyebrow in surprise. Since when did James know his Italian wines? Or his wines at all?

He looks at the waiter and smiles pleasantly, "The same for me, please."

"Of course," the waiter nods. "I’ll be back to take you food orders in a moment."

"Thank you," James beams.

When the waiter has gone, Regulus turns to James sharply. "Since when do you know your Italian wines?"

James shrugs smugly. "I’m dating a wine concierge. I’ve learnt the finest from the best."

Regulus gapes, and then shuts his jaw with an audible click.

"Impressed?" James smirks.

More like wildly turned on, Regulus thinks.

James in a low cut blue suit and ordering Italian wine?

Absolutely criminal.

Regulus is suffering.

"I’ll show you how impressed I am when we get back to the hotel."

James’ eyes widen slightly, and he rolls his head back with a groan. "Oh, Reg," he half whines, half moans. When he looks at Regulus again, his cheeks are flushed. "Stop teasing"

"But it’s so fun."

"These trousers are too tight for that."

"What a shame."

"How opposed are you to getting arrested in Italy?"

"What for?"

"Indecent exposure in a restaurant bathroom."

"Absolutely not. I am not explaining that to the hospital board when they take my license away."

James pouts. "Technically it’s only if we get caught."

"Neither of us are capable of being quiet."

James seems to consider this for a moment, then he nods, "Good point."

"Stop picturing my naked and think about what food you want," Regulus says, picking up his menu. "You’re going to need carbs for energy."

James makes a choking sound then he loudly attempts to clear his throat. Regulus tries to hide his smirk behind his menu.

Fuck, it’s so fun to make the man squirm.

Carbs is a good idea though, Regulus mentally agrees with himself. He may be teasing James, but he’s frustrating himself too.

The waiter is back with their wine just as Regulus is deciding between two dishes.

"Are you ready, gentlemen?"

"Yes," James smiles. "I’ll have the Chicken Alfredo, please."

"Of course, sir," the waiter nods. He looks at Regulus, "And for you?"

"The Fettuccine Carbonara, please."

"Excellent, sir."

When the waiter has gone again, James lifts his glass.

"To us," James toasts, and Regulus lifts his own wine to clink gently. "To our first holiday together, and to many more to come."

"To us," Regulus echoes.

To you.

To the person who managed to drag Regulus out of the castle he'd built around himself for 23 years. To the person who broke through the mould that Regulus had been fighting to keep himself in. To the person who showed Regulus that risk is worth taking.

Sure, Regulus has taken risks before. He took a risk running away from home and moving back to London. He took a risk creating a whole new life for himself. He took a risk walking away from his parents.

But with commitment?

Regulus has never been brave about that.

Commitment opens up for hurt, for betrayal, for heart break.

Regulus has kept his heart under lock and key for so long he wasn't sure that the padlock could be opened again.

James came in and broke it away in an instant. He stormed in and swung once with a hammer, and the lock to Regulus' emotions splintered and shattered.

James did that.

He did what Regulus has not allowed anyone to do since his heart was broken by Sirius when he was 15.

And Regulus didn't make it easy for James. He pushed him away, and when he gave James an inch, he shoved him back another mile.

Again and again and again. He pushed and pushed and pushed and James never gave up. Even when Regulus ran, more than once, James wouldn't let him go.

Regulus will forever be thankful for that.

James didn't give up on him.

As he's knocked down Regulus' defences, he's allowed for Regulus to grow and learn his own skin again. He's been patient, consistent. He's the rock that Regulus didn't know he needed, a rock he's come to rely on.

"Thank you," Regulus says.

James blinks, and then he frowns. "What for?"

Regulus shrugs, feeling mushy. "For everything."

James' face softens. He bits his bottom lip as his face becomes split with a wide, loving smile. Reaching across the table, he grasps Regulus hand and squeezes it.

"Always," he whispers. "And thank you."

Now, it's Regulus' turn to frown.

"What for?" He echoes, but it's genuine.

What has he done for James? James was fine before Regulus. His life was simple, easy. All Regulus has done is push and pull James, blame him for everything with Sirius, put him in impossible situations.

Regulus has done nothing to James worth thanking for.

"For everything," James echoes. "Really, Reg. You've done a lot more for me than I know you think."

Regulus wants to scoff, but he also doesn't want to ruin this. He doesn't want to do what he does best: push. He doesn't want to push James away anymore, ever again.

James is better than that.

James deserves better than that.

"Do you have any phobias?" James asks.

Regulus scoffs, taking his hand back to take a sip of wine. "No."

"Come on," James rolls his eyes. "Everyone's afraid of something!"

Regulus shakes his head. "Nope."

"Reg."

"What are you afraid of?"

"Moths, needles, clowns and earwigs," James lists immediately, shamelessly and unabashed. "Oh!" He adds, "and the feeling of clingfilm."

Regulus blinks. "Wow. Needles? You're a paramedic?"

"Oh, needles are fine as long as I'm putting them in someone else," James explains. "But needles going into me?" He shudders violently, "No, no, no! Absolutely not!"

Regulus chuckles at the dramatics. He can imagine James squirming and panicking adorably when presented with a needle for a vaccine or an injection.

Regulus remembers back to the first time he really met James, back last year when the older man came in with Remus for his epilepsy medication evaluation and tests. James was certainly squeamish when Regulus had to draw some of Remus’ blood for tests, even going as far as completely looking away as if the sight of it would have him passed out on the floor.

It dawns on Regulus, that back then, the first time they properly met, that Regulus had no idea how much James was going to mean to him. In a blink of an eye, James has become such a huge part of his life, slotting in so dramatically and perfectly that now, if he left, there would be a huge James sized hole that Regulus is sure is irreplaceable.

Back then, James was just a chatty, persistent pain in Regulus’ ass who was getting in his way of examining Remus. Then, he bought Regulus a coffee and a sandwich, because he looked 'hungry'. Regulus supposes the writers are right: the rest is history.

"I'm just relieved I'm not scared of blood," James shrugs. "Be pretty hard being a paramedic who can't stand the sight of blood."

"There was a doctor I shadowed back in my first year as a student who was scared of blood," Regulus says.

James' jaw drops. "No way! How...?"

"How was he a doctor?" Regulus smirks. "He was a cardiology consultant, so they typically don't deal with the scenes of specific gore and injury like they do in emergency. He was actually an incredible doctor, but I found out he was deathly scared of blood when I forgot to cinch a cannula while drawing blood. A bit of blood ended up going on the floor and the next thing I knew, the doctor was down like a ton of bricks and was out cold."

James barks a laugh in surprise, shaking his head. "Over a bit of blood from a cannula?"

"Yep," Regulus nods, sipping his wine. "It was barely a dribble, and the guy was gone like that."

"Oh my god," James cackles.

"I don’t know who was more embarrassed, me or him," Regulus chuckles, shrugging.

"So you’re not scared of anything?" James asks, propping his chin into his hand and smirking at Regulus across the table.

Regulus shakes his head. "No."

"Impressive," James muses.

"I know I am."

James rolls his eyes, but he's also grinning wide and beaming.

They order another glass of wine when their food comes, and James moans at the first bite of his pasta. Regulus knows it was unconscious, but damn if that wasn't diving Regulus a taste of his own medicine.

The food is amazing. The wine washes down like water, and before they know it, their plates are being cleared and they’re ordering another glass of wine.

When they leave hours later, they’re both filled to the gills with wine and joy. Regulus’ head feels muzzy, his body warm and flushed. He tucks himself into James’ side, snaking his arm around James’ waist to keep him close and James’ arm slung over his shoulder. James is laughing at a story he’s telling about Peter when they were travelling around Asia on their gap year and Peter split his trousers in a fancy restaurant. Regulus laughs along, mesmerised by the way James’ hair bounces with each step, the stretch of his neck when he throws his head back to laugh, the sound of his voice echoing off the buildings of Milan.

The walk back to the hotel takes less time than getting to the restaurant, despite the fact that they’re stumbling over their steps a couple of times. Milan looks beautiful, with the sky dark above them and the streets lit with a soft yellow glow of the street lamps. Regulus knows he should be appreciating it more, but he’s spent hours sitting across from the table with James looking bloody edible, so he only has one thing in mind right now.

Milan can wait.

Regulus’ desires?

They need to be dealt with now.

It’s official: Regulus has no patience when it comes to James.

Regulus manages to contain himself until they get into the hotel elevator. When the doors close, he can’t stop himself from pressing up against James, capturing his lips and finally feeding the hunger. James kisses back with just as much ferocity, just as much passion and heat that makes Regulus think that James has been feeling the same way as him.

"I love you," James whispers in between making out.

Regulus rests his forehead against James’. "Je t’aime aussi (I love you too)."

James grins, full and beaming and so beautiful. When he kisses Regulus again, heat burns down his spine like a lightening strike.

When the elevator pings open, James practically drags Regulus out. They get to their hotel door in quick time, and as soon as they’re inside, James is shutting the door and yanking Regulus into his arms.

"While I looooove this outfit," James purrs, lips mouthing at Regulus’ throat and his words vibrating down Regulus’ body like an electric shock, "I need you to take it off right now."

The last two words are growled, low and rumbling and animalistic, and the sound goes straight to Regulus' groin.

"Okay," Regulus nods vehemently. "Yes. Okay. Lets— right now."

"Good."

Suddenly, the floor beneath Regulus’ feet is gone. He’s lifted, like earlier in the shower, quickly and arousing with James’ hands cupping his ass cheeks and his legs snaking around the older boys hips. Regulus gasps into James’ mouth as the other boy’s hand aggressively kneed and pinches the globes on his ass as he’s walked to the bed and gently laid down. Regulus’ legs are locked, not loosening and pulling James down with him. The weight of James laying on top of him knocks the breath out of him, but the heat crawling up his spine keeps his brain locked on one focus: the extremely hard point of James’ cock digging into his hip.

Regulus grinds up, rolling his hips and consequently, his own cock directly into James’. He grins when James groans and quivers at the friction, his breath stuttering. Regulus captures his mouth, kissing hungrily and using his hands to pull James impossibly closer to him. Their bodies are pressed together, chests and groins rolling together and against each other.

They’re feeling each other everywhere, anywhere.

Regulus grips James’ shoulders, scrapes his nails down his back, clenches his legs around his waist.

James thumbs at Regulus’ throat, claws at his clothed ass, squeezes his hips.

But it’s not enough. Regulus wants to feel James. He wants to feel his skin, the smoothness, the sweat, the heat.

James may look fantastic in his suit, but Regulus agrees with James’ earlier statement: they need to come off.

Now.

Regulus tugs at James’ shirt, breaking their kiss long enough to pant, "Off."

James nods, not wasting a second.

He sits up and back on his hunches, Regulus’ legs falling either side of him. James instantly starts aggressively tugging at the buttons of his shirt, barely getting two done by the time Regulus is almost finished with his own.

"Why are there so many buttons!" He growls, fingers slipping and fumbling the more frantic he becomes.

Regulus laughs, undoing his own buttons with much less frustration. James only gets half way down his shift before he’s tugging it off and over his head, throwing it into a heap on the ground and going straight for his trouser zipper. James stands to shuck off his trousers and boxers, and then instantly reaches for Regulus’ and yanks them down to his ankles. Regulus kicks them off frantically, then finally, they’re naked.

Regulus grabs James’ face, kissing him hot and desperate, messy while pulling him back down. Their bodies slot together, and James’ hands roam Regulus’ skin, leaving lines of heat and fire in their wake. His body feels oversensitive, as if all of his nerves are exposed and James is lighting them up one by one. He gasps and pants, mouth lax, neck craned back as James trails kisses along his jaw, grazing his teeth against his throat. Regulus grabs James’ hair, messing the curls up and running his fingers through them.

James kisses his collarbones, tender and gentle and slow. James’ hands run over his ribs, tickling his sides as he trails peppered kisses down his sternum.

Regulus’ hand tightens in James’ hair when the older man kisses his right nipple, mouth hot and arousing. Regulus’ hips buck, his breath stuttering. He feels so hot, so wound tight with need.

"I love how sensitive your nipples are," James murmurs between kisses, and then he bites Regulus’ nipple and tugs.

"James!" Regulus whines, high and needy.

He’s going out of his mind, the friction of their constricted dicks grinding together and James mouthing at his nipples is driving him crazy.

James’ hand grabs Regulus’ ass, fingers gripping and bruising. 

"W-wait," Regulus stammers. "Do we have lube?"

James raises his eyebrow, lips tilting in a half-sided smirk. He leans down and kisses Regulus quickly, "I’m always prepared, baby."

Then, James is gone, shooting off the bed and grabbing his bag.

Regulus leans up on his elbow, blowing a curl out of his face. "What? Did you really—"

He cuts himself off when James stands up, and with a shit-eating grin, holds up a bottle of lube.

"You brought lube," Regulus says, because of course!

Of course James would remember lube.

"I told you, I always pack the essentials," James winks, climbing back on the bed and going straight in-between Regulus’ splayed legs. Regulus watches, his breath picking up with anticipation, as James generously covers his fingers in lube before tossing the bottle to the side.

"Ready, baby?"

"Yeah," Regulus nods, breathless. His body breaks out in a map of goosebumps. "Yeah."

James grins, leaning down to kiss the soft flesh of Regulus’ inner thigh.

"Good."

James doesn’t break eye contact as he crouches low in between Regulus’ legs. Regulus jolts when a cold, lubed finger traces down his ass crack, circling his rim teasingly.

"James," Regulus moans, throwing his head back.

There’s a sharp pinch on his hip. "Eyes on me, sweetheart."

Regulus obeys, feeling hot and flustered, and barely manages to keep his eyes from rolling back when finally, a finger pushes past the ring of muscle.

James is always gentle and cautious with this bit. He never rushes, never risks hurting Regulus, and while Regulus is always desperate to get James inside him, he can’t help but love James for that. He takes his time getting Regulus used to the intrusion, loosening him up bit by bit, twisting and spreading his fingers apart. It always feels amazing, and does a stellar job at getting Regulus flustered and keening for his cock.

James adds a second finger, then a third. He kisses Regulus’ trembling thighs, bites the tender flesh. He presses light pecks to his hips, across his pelvis, his breath hot against his straining, leaking cock.

"I’m ready," Regulus whines, barely resisting from throwing his head side to side and punching the bed in childish frustration. "I’m ready, James. Just—  please—"

"Okay," James chuckles, withdrawing his fingers slowly. Regulus whines at the loss, despite asking for it, because he can feel his hole twitch at the sudden emptiness. "Patience, baby."

"I don’t want to be fucking patient," Regulus growls. "I want you to fuck me!"

James grins, already holding the lube and coating his large and straining cock.

"Trust me, sweetheart," he growls, pumping his cock twice. "You want to be fucked?"

"Yes!" Regulus whines. He feels coiled tight, his insides burning, his limbs unsettled. He wants James in him, and he wants it now.

Suddenly, the room is spinning.

Two hands grasp Regulus’ hips and twists, his entire body flipping onto its front. The air leaves his lungs in surprise, and he’s barely got his hands underneath him before his hips are being yanked up, his knees automatically folding underneath him. The entire thing is so erotic, completely at James’ control, but the moment he feels the cock pressed against his ass crack, Regulus’ world tunnels.

"You want to be fucked, Reg?" James asks, folding himself over Regulus’ back and lips grazing the back of his neck

Regulus nods rapidly, desperately. He shifts his hips, wiggling his ass, barely resisting throwing himself back and praying the aim is right so James’ cock goes straight in.

The grip on his hips tighten, James straightens up, and a moment later, the cock pressed against his hole ploughs straight in.

The breath is punched out of his lungs in an instant. James is huge, consuming, and Regulus is so full he has to remind himself how to breathe. The stretch is blinding, a sharp hint of pain that slowly dissipates as his body gets used to the intrusion.

"You okay?" James asks, breath ragged but tone genuine.

"Yeah," Regulus nods. "Yeah. Move, James. Please."

James chuckles behind him, low and rumbling, and Regulus is about to snap at him to move again, when the older man grips his hips and pulls back, and then promptly slams forward.

Regulus moans, wanton and strangled. Sweat pours off him as James slams his hips into Regulus’ ass, his legs trembling at keeping him from collapsing forward onto the bed. James is hot inside him, huge and filling. The stretch is delicious, but not as good as the way James is nailing his prostate again and again has Regulus seeing fucking stars.

He hears James groaning his name, as breathless as Regulus is with the way each thrust seems to punch the air out of his lungs. He pushes back to meet James with every thrust, the room filled with the sounds of their breathing, moaning, and the slap of skin on skin. He feels every inch of James inside of him, pulling back and slamming back in without sympathy and Regulus loves it.

The heat already pooled in his stomach begins to burn. His hard and leaking cock is painful between his legs, begging for release.

"Reg," James gasps above him, the bruising grip on his hips tightening. "I’m— I can’t— I’m gonna—"

"Same," Regulus nods desperately, his sweat-slick hair sticking to his forehead and neck.

When a hand grasps around his throbbing length, Regulus’ breath stutters. He whines, loud and shameless. His arms tremble, his whole body shuddering as he struggles to keep himself from collapsing bonelessly into the bed.

James folds himself over Regulus’ back, their hot skin burning to touch.

"Cum for me, baby," James demands, breath hot on his ear. He pumps Regulus’ cock mercilessly as he continues to jack-knife his hips into Regulus’ ass. "Cum for me."

Regulus surrenders helplessly. His vision blurs and fractures into a kaleidoscope of patterns as the orgasm hits him. His arms give out, his upper body collapsing into the bed and his scream being muffled by the pillow. He feels his hole clenching and spasming around James, the older boy joining Regulus in climaxing.

He’s pretty sure he blacks out for a short moment. All he can do is pant, his body trembling and shaking, with James a heavy weight on his back and oversensitive hind. He feels James’ chest heaving against his back, his hands rhythmically stroking his sides and his hips.

"You okay?" James murmurs, pressing a kiss just below his ear.

"So good," Regulus slurs into the pillow, completely ignoring how sore he already feels, and how much worse it’s going to feel in the morning. He shifts his hips when his legs begin to cramp from their still folded position, realising now he’s pressed into the bed shaped like a frog.

James groans when Regulus shifts, and a moment later, the older boy is slowly sitting up. When he pulls out, they both moan slightly from the sensitivity. Regulus body screams at him as he tries to move, his muscles aching and legs protesting at the stretch. He barely manages to unfold himself before he slumps to the side, managing to miss and not land in the drying spray of his own cum on the bed.

"Fucking hell," he exhales, eyes fluttering closed. He feels exhausted, body sated and spent.

James chuckles, and a moment later, a hand is brushing the sweaty locks off his forehead. Regulus forces his eyes open, looking up and meeting the beautiful brown orbs looking down at him. James looks as haggard and debauched as Regulus feels, which he’s pretty happy about. He likes it when James looks wrecked.

"Let me get a cloth to clean us up," James says softly, still stroking his hair.

"M’kay," Regulus rasps. "What are we going to do about the sheets?"

"I’ll clean it up as much as I can after I’ve cleaned us up," James replies.

"I can help," Regulus offers, but his eyes are already closing against his will and his words come out garbled.

James laughs, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Regulus’ lips. "Don’t worry, sweetheart."

Regulus makes a noise in protest, but James ignores it, already moving off of the bed. Regulus doesn’t have the time to find the energy to move before James is back, and then a cold cloth is swiping across Regulus’ face, his neck, and down his sensitive ass crack.

James cleans the bed as much as he can, but it’s a pretty lost cause, so they just strip the sheet and lay on top of the duvet, pulling a blanket over them. The room is hot anyways, and despite the drying sweat on their skin, Regulus is far from cold.

Tired and satisfied, they settle on the bed. James lays on his back, pulling Regulus into him wordlessly. Regulus practically flops onto James’ chest, arms winding around his stomach while James curls his own arm around his shoulders.

It’s not long before Regulus feels himself begin to doze off. His eyelids feel heavy, his limbs feel like they’re weighed down but also weightless. He feels sated and relaxed, so content that he doesn’t even have the energy to be uncomfortable with the sweat drying on his skin.

James’ hand moves from running up and down his back, instead moving into his hair and playing gently with the small hairs at the base of his head. Regulus almost purrs like a cat, becoming a pile of goo against James’ chest.

He listens to James’ heartbeat beneath his ear, the rhythmic ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom has become the most comforting sound Regulus knows. To listen to the biological machine that is keeping this magnificent human breathing, existing and alive.

It feels like a fever dream.

They’re in Italy, laying in a bed, naked and sated, body’s entwined and pressed together.

This is a life Regulus didn’t know he’d ever get, a life he wasn’t sure he was allowed.

Good people deserve good things, and Regulus has never been of the opinion he is good.

But James is good. He’s so good, so maybe Regulus is allowed to share some of his.

"Frogs," Regulus murmurs suddenly, breaking the peaceful silence around them.

Beneath him, he feels James jolt slightly.

"What?"

"I’m afraid of frogs."

There is a beat of silence. James’ hand doesn’t falter with twirling his hair and scratching his scalp. Regulus feels comfy enough that he’s pretty sure he’s more asleep than he is awake right now.

"That’s okay," James replies eventually, kissing his sweaty hair, and his voice sounds fond and amused. "Actually, it’s very cute."

"It is not cute," Regulus grumbles petulantly.

"It is," James chuckles. "Frogs are adorable, and so are you."

"Frogs are not adorable!"

"They are!"

"Fuck you."

"Give me five minutes."

***

They spend two days more in Milan, and on the third, they get the train down to Venice.

Having spent two days getting their fill of Italian food, wine and exploring the shops of some of the most fashionable brands and styles, they board train down to the iconic city of gondola rides and maps of street canals.

The train ride takes about three hours. Regulus spends the entire time reading, with James asleep on his shoulder. Considering the older boy raved and argued for hours the night before about wanting the window seat so he could 'take in the view', Regulus finds it comical that he’s asleep less than 10 minutes after the train left the station in Milan.

The train journey is peaceful, and when their carriage travels over the infamous Via della Libertà bridge into the Venice station, Regulus doesn’t hesitate to wake James up.

"Did I fall asleep?" He asks, groggily rubbing his eyes.

"You did," Regulus answers, closing his book. "You’ve officially lost all window privileges."

"No!" James whines petulantly, pouting.

"Karma for using me as a pillow and drooling on my good shirt."

"I refuse to believe this is your 'good shirt'," James grins, not so subtly wiping Regulus' damp shoulder.

"It may not be my best, but all of my shirts are good."

"You make everything look good, sweetheart."

Regulus rolls his eyes. "Flattery will not get you back window seat privileges."

James pouts again, and to stop himself from cracking under the puppy eyes, Regulus kisses him before shoving his face away, earning an indignant squark from the older man.

When the train pulls into the platform, James and Regulus make their way off the train and out of the station.

Venice is nothing short of stunning. Brightly coloured terrace buildings, painted in ranges of yellows, reds, oranges and beiges, with contrasting window shutters and cobble stone streets. The buildings are marked with vintage paint and chipped bricks, delicate black and intricate railings of balconies with hanging plant pots and draping vines flowing out of them.

The streets, the buildings, the architecture is just simply pretty.

"I didn’t think anything could be better than Milan, but I was wrong," James says, shaking his head and looking around them in wonder. "Venice is officially the most beautiful place on Earth."

Regulus couldn’t agree more. It’s every essence of the way he ever imagined Italy to look.

Like in Milan, they go straight to their hotel to drop off the bags. This time, they manage to make it and out without exhausting themselves with one another and decide to actually spend their first day in Venice exploring.

James walks around with wide eyes and a slack jaw, wonder-struck by the breathtaking architecture and maze of canals around them. Regulus is pretty sure he looks the same, simply overwhelmed by standing on the streets of somewhere that just seems to ooze peace and serenity.

They find a cafe to grab some breakfast, both of them famished and Regulus practically gagging for a coffee. He flashes James a heated look when the idiot asks if Regulus is getting a caramel latte, as if Regulus is going to insult the environment around him by not ordering a classic, iconic espresso.

"We’re in Italy, James," he adds. "I refuse to sink to such levels. These two weeks are my only chance to experience real Italian coffee straight from the source, and I am not going to ruin it by adding foamy milk and bloody syrups!"

James reels back in surprise, eyebrows shooting to his hairline. Then, his face softens and he nods, "Of course, darling."

Regulus narrows his eyes, "Are you mocking me?"

"Never," James smirks, shaking his head. He nods to the counter, "Go on. Order your real Italian coffee."

Regulus does, and it is delicious. They sit outside with their coffees and sandwiches, and when they’re full and energised, Regulus barely manages to keep James from running like a rebellious toddler through the streets of Venice towards the infamous Mark’s Square.

They visit Doge’s Palace first. The outside is so breathtaking that Regulus almost doesn’t want to stop staring at it for the sake of going inside. Huge and magnificent, Doge’s Palace dominates Mark’s Square. A wide stretch of the canal surrounds the square, and with the clear sky above them and the sun shining down, Regulus feels in awe of the ancient structure before him.

Inside blows his mind.

High ceilings with breathtaking marble structures, statues and artwork. Painted in white and gold, Regulus can’t stop staring in amazement at the ancient stone work, the detail, the accuracy. He looks in wonder and respect, unable to believe everything he’s looking at was once crafted by hand.

"This place is insane," James says, and Regulus agrees.

Every room they walk in, Regulus doesn’t know where to look first. The walls, the ceiling, the floor, everything is so beautifully crafted and designed, covered in intricate artwork and marble statues. Huge chandeliers, gold framed mirrors, delicate patterns on the walls and floor, every room is different.

"We have nothing like this in London," James says.

"If we did, it wouldn’t be worth coming here to see this," Regulus counters truthfully.

"It’s amazing that they managed to create buildings like this in an age when everything was crafted by hand. Look at the marble and the stone. They created that with their bare hands!"

"It’s incredible."

"I can’t even peal a potato without taking the tip of my thumb off with the peeler. How did they manage to do shit like this?"

After Doge’s Palace, they cross the square to St Mark’s Basilica. Unsurprisingly, inside takes Regulus’ breath away like the palace did.

By the time they’re done, it’s early evening and they’re both ravenous. James picks out a hole-in-the-wall type of place that does pizza the size of a pillow case. They share a bottle of wine, more invested in getting their way through the enormous amount of pizza than drinking themselves giddy.

It’s dark out when they leave the restaurant, and they walk hand in hand back through the sleepy streets of Venice.

"Come here," James says suddenly, tugging his arm.

Regulus goes without question, and after a moment, he finds himself being lead to the canal. James drops down by the edge, and with his hand still in Regulus’, he pulls Regulus down with him. They sit side by side on the ledge of the canal, looking down at the dark, calm water beneath their feet.

"It must be amazing to live here," James says quietly. "It seems to peaceful."

"I think everywhere feels peaceful compared to London," Regulus replies, voice soft to not shatter the calmness around them.

"True," James nods, chuckling. Regulus see’s him look at him out of the corner of his eye, and when Regulus lifts his head to meet his gaze, he asks, "What should we do tomorrow?"

"I was thinking we could go and see the Basilica di Santa Maria Gloriosa and the Santa Maria della Salute," Regulus suggests. "They’re both pretty iconic and essential sights to see in Venice."

"Sure!" James nods. "You’re amazing at that, by the way."

Regulus feels his brow furrow in confusion. "At what?"

"Speaking Italian," James answers, smiling softly. "It’s mesmerising, and incredibly hot."

Regulus rolls his eyes.

"Teach me," James says.

"What?"

"Teach me Italian!" James grins, toothy and goofy. "Come on, it’ll be fun!"

Regulus sighs over-dramatically, though he’s not opposing in the slightest. "What do you want to learn how to say?"

James’ face falls blank for a moment while he thinks. Then, his face lights up.

"How do I say 'I want to dance with you'?"

"Voglio ballare con te."

"Voyo ballal-e conte!"

Regulus winces and shakes his head, "No."

He repeats it slower, and James’ second attempt is just as garbled, causing Regulus to laugh loudly.

"Let’s try something else," James pleads. "Something easier!"

"Okay, try and say; "Sei bello."

"Sei bello," James echoes back, and Regulus’ grins when he gets it right. "What did I say?"

"You are beautiful."

"Thank you, baby," James winks. "You’re beautiful too."

Regulus rolls his eyes, but it doesn’t hide the blush that tints his cheeks.

"Teach me more!" James says, practically bouncing with joy that he got something half-decent out in Italian.

Regulus thinks for a moment. "Regulus è il miglior dottore del mondo (Regulus is the best doctor in the world)."

James grins, clearing hearing Regulus’ name in his sentence. He straightens up, puffing his chest as if to give his entire attempt his gusto.

"Regulus ay miyor dettori del mondo!"

Regulus blinks, and then he promptly bursts out howling. He throws his head back and laughs until his stomach muscles are tight and his eyes are burning with tears. When he calms down after a minute, he looks at James’ forlorn and deadpan expression, and ends up in a laughing fit again.

"Stop!" James whines. "I was close!"

"You weren’t," Regulus argues, wiping his eyes.

"Let me try again!" James growls. Then, when Regulus silences his laughing, he tries again, but if anything, it’s worse.

"You’re hopeless," Regulus declares, shaking his head.

"No!" James whines, grabbing both of Regulus’ hands and laughing. "Please, baby, keep going. I’ve almost got it, I swear!"

"Fine," Regulus sighs dramatically. "Try this. Il mio ragazzo è l'uomo più bello del mondo."

James blinks. "Say it again."

"Il mio ragazzo è l'uomo più bello del mondo," Regulus repeats, slowly and articulating the words with exaggerated precision.

After a moment, James attempts to repeat it back, and though it’s butchered, entirely blurted out in an English accent, he seems pretty chuffed with his work.

"How’d I do?"

"You’re breaking every Italian’s heart right now."

"So mean," James grumbles. "What did I say?"

"Honestly? Gibberish."

James rolls his eyes. "Fine, what did I try to say?"

"My boyfriend is the most beautiful man alive."

James blinks, mouth falling open a fraction.

"I’m going to make it the mission this holiday to be able to say that accurately," James says, "That way, I can shout it from the rooftops and everyone will understand."

Regulus hums, smirking. "If that’s the case, maybe I’ll continue the Italian lessons."

"Can’t wait," James grins. He snakes an hand to wrap around the back of Regulus’ neck and pulls his forward, kissing him hard. Regulus melts into him like butter in a hot bowl, barely resisting from climbing into his lap.

James pulls away after a minute, resting their foreheads together and asks, "How do I say 'I love you' in Italian?"

"That’s an easy one," Regulus murmurs softly. "Ti amo."

James breathes against his lips, kissing him quickly. "Ti amo, Regulus."

Regulus feels like his heart is going to burst out his chest when he replies, "Ti amo, James. Ti amo."

They head back to the hotel not long after that, both exhausted from a day of travel, sight seeing and good food.

"We still haven’t decided what we’re doing tomorrow?" James asks.

After some discussion, they decide to visit the Basilica di Santa Maria Gloriosa and the Santa Maria della Salute. Much to James’ chagrin, he agrees to save the gondola’s until the day after.

Despite their fatigue, they barely get two steps in the door before Regulus is pouncing on James, pushing him down on the bed and sucking his cock until the older man is practically howling. Then, James is pinning Regulus to the bed and making him see stars until they’re both orgasming and spilling their cum between the pressed stomachs.

After they’re both showered and fresh, they climb into the bed. They resume their usual sleeping positions of James on his back and Regulus half on his chest, head over James’ heartbeat and arms entwined around on another.

"Oh," James says suddenly, jolting. Regulus doesn’t even get a moment to ask what’s wrong before James is sitting up. Regulus can barely get his brain online quick enough to avoid getting head-butted, and then James is leaping off the bed. Regulus watches in confusion as James picks up the jeans he discarded earlier in their haste to undress, digging around in the pockets.

After a moment, James makes a noise of satisfaction, and then crawls back on the bed with a smug and pleased face.

"What’s going on?" Regulus asks when James sits on top of the thrown back covers in front of Regulus, crossing his legs like a school child. His confusion grows when James hands him a small, folded brown bag in his hands.

"Open it," James says, and Regulus obliges.

Inside are two matching, thread woven bracelets. One is green and silver, and the other one is red and gold.

"The green one is for you, and the red on is for me," James explains, and then Regulus realises what he’s done.

He’s bought them matching bracelets.

He looks up at the older boy in front of him, who’s fidgeting with excitement and anticipation. Regulus feels dumbstruck, simply because of this small, simple but generous act of kindness has completely floored him. This is entirely James, so in-tuned with his entire character, and it makes Regulus feel warm and gooey inside.

"You’re incredible," Regulus breathes.

"I hope that’s meant as a compliment," James chuckles. Regulus decides the answer doesn’t need to be verbal, and instead leans forward and kisses James with all the feeling completely engulfing him.

"Ti amo," Regulus whispers against his lips.

James inhales softly. "Ti amo."

***

On their last day in Venice, they go on the gondola’s. James’ excitement is contentious and insanely adorable, the older man practically vibrating as he physically drags Regulus down to the canals.

Then, they travel down to Florence, where they are in awe of the cathedrals and the Palazzo Pitti, by the terracotta rooftops and the cobble stone streets.

They spend a day in between their stay in Florence travelling down to Pisa, simply because James insists that they can’t come to Italy without seeing and getting a photo with the Leaning Tower of Pisa. It’s the classic, comedy photo which Regulus is embarrassed to take and mocks James for it the entire ride back to Florence.

From Florence, they go to Rome for two days, then they travel further down to Naples.

Before Regulus knows it, two weeks have passed since they flew out of London. They still have a week left in Greece, but it doesn't feel like enough. With how fast the first two weeks of the holiday have gone, Regulus aches to think about how quickly their week in Greece is going to disappear.

Both sun-kissed from the Italian sun, Regulus sits beside James on the balcony of their Naples hotel. The sun is setting in front of them, slowly gliding down the sky that's painted in soft yellows and oranges and pinks. After their last day in Italy being spent walking the streets hand in hand, drinking wine at dinner and tiring each other out in their hotel room at the end of the day, they finish it beside one another, cigarettes in hand.

Regulus breathes deeply, body sated and relaxed. He looks out at the view in front of him, and he can't help but be overwhelmed with the idea that he's here.

All the years leading up to when he turned 18 and ran away to London are shadowed. They're memories that have caused him to build a castle of walls around his heart, a defiance away attachments and a wariness towards allowing himself to be hurt again.

Regulus grew up believing he didn't deserve happiness. He grew up believing that he wasn't worth the air around him, that everything he did was wrong, that he was a burden to anyone who had to see him. When he came to London, he was prepared to live a life of isolation. Sure, he wanted to do his course, but that initially was mostly to spite his parents. He's learnt to let Pandora, Barty and Evan in, but it's been a gradual and slow process. He's had to learn things in his teens and early twenty's about the basics of friendships, trust and acceptance. From things as simple as allowing himself to spend time with people, to lowering his walls enough to have fun with them shamelessly, and on the other end of the scale in his silent discovery of his sexuality and ability to love men without fear.

Before James, Regulus thought he'd reached his limit. He thought he'd lowered his walls enough, let his friends in, allowed his maximum vulnerability. Intimacy went only as far as a one night stand, a few kisses and a walk of shame the next morning.

Regulus never imagined he'd ever see the walls around his heart destroyed enough that someone could be apart of his life like James has. Regulus wasn't aware he was capable of it, conscious or unconsciously.

He'd spent so long feeling unlovable that he believed it, and worse, he refused to allow anyone to even attempt it. He didn't want to risk falling for someone, he didn't want to risk letting them in and having to watch them walk away again.

Yet, here he is. Years later, sitting on a balcony in Italy, beside the only man who managed to knock down his walls as if they were made of paper.

Regulus glances to his side.

James is watching the sunset in front of them, a cigarette loosely held between his fingers. His dark hair is still a mess from where Regulus spent ages tugging and running his fingers through it, causing it to stick up in every which way. His baby blue shirt is unbuttoned, revealing his tanned torso, and his rolled up sleeves showing off his toned and equally bronzed forearms. Regulus can't wait to see how much the Greek sun and hear adds to his already golden skin, knowing they're going to a villa with their own pool, and James can spend all of his time in their private little paradise with every inch of his skin exposed and on view for Regulus to enjoy.

The man beside him is so beautiful. Inside and out, he's the most amazing person Regulus has seen, and to know that so much of James is reserved for Regulus and Regulus only, gives him a kind of power against the world.

James is his.

Every patch of soft skin, every groove, curve, sharp line of muscle. Regulus gets to see what of James that no one else does, and no one else ever will. He gets to see the happy, vulnerable, the bad. He gets to see and witness and experience every part of James, pure and intense.

James takes a toke of his cigarette, breaking Regulus out of his staring.

He looks back at the sunset, feeling almost mournful to see that the sun has almost completely disappeared. The sky is becoming pale, the vibrancy of the oranges and pinks being faded and unsaturated before their very eyes.

"I've always loved watching sunsets," James says, voice soft and gentle. "I've always found something peaceful in it."

"It's beautiful," Regulus agrees, taking his own cigarette from the packet and lighting one. "The perfect end to the day."

"It is," James nods, glancing at him, face split with a smile. "We have an early start tomorrow."

Regulus grunts, aggressively blowing out a mouthful of smoke.

"It'll be worth it," James adds, optimistically and with his usual cheeriness. "I can't wait to see the villa. It'll be like having our own house in Greece."

"It will be nice," Regulus smiles.

"I'm finally going to be living out my Mamma Mia dream."

Regulus chuckles. "I except no less from you."

"What?" James yelps. "It's an amazing film! You can't tell me you watched that movie and didn't want to move to Greece, live on an island, own a hotel and spend all day dancing around singing ABBA songs?"

"No," Regulus replies simply. "I did, however, have a massive crush on Dominic Cooper though."

"Oh, everyone with eyes had a crush on that man!" James agrees.

"Hopefully he'll be there, then we can truly live out the Mamma Mia dream."

James sputters. "What?"

Regulus grins, enjoying the sight of James' shock and hints of jealousy, despite how obscure it is.

"If Dominic Cooper is there, you are not going near him."

"Would it make you feel better if I said you were prettier than Dominic Cooper?"

"Prettier?" James echoes with a scoff.

Regulus rolls his eyes, getting up out of the chair. He rounds the table as he tosses his cigarette in the ash tray, then he slowly climbs onto James lap, bracketing his knees either side of James' hips, winding his arms around the older man's neck.

"Sexier," Regulus purrs, kissing James fleetingly, teasingly. "Much, much sexier."

He grins against James' lips when he feels James grip his waist almost painfully tight. He feels the growing bulge in James' boxers, and he rolls his hips, grinding down and swallowing the breathless gasp James lets out with a hungry kiss.

"I want you to know now that it's your fault we're not getting an early night tonight," James says, panting and breath hot on Regulus' mouth.

Regulus grins, blood rushing to his groin. "Is that so?"

"Yes," James growls, and with that, he stands.

Fire burns in Regulus' stomach with how hot it is that James goes from sitting to standing in one smooth motion, Regulus' body barely jolting as he's lifted and kept pressed against James. He's so strong, and when he walks them into the bedroom and tosses Regulus down on the bed like a rag doll, Regulus knows he's done for. 

Not that he hasn't been done for since the first day he saw James in the hospital.

He doubts there will ever be a day that James doesn't make Regulus weak in the knees.

Of course, within a blink of an eye, James has Regulus' shorts and boxers ripped off his legs, and the moment that the hot heat of James' mouth is on his length, all of Regulus' thoughts scatter.

JAMES

Consciousness comes slowly. Light begins to seep in as James crawls to the land of living. He feels the bed beneath him, soft and warm. His eyelids flutter as the smell of coffee reaches his nose, and after he peels his eyes open, the room around him is bright. Blurry without his glasses, he takes his time to adjust to the light filtering in through the thin white curtains.

Sleepy and lazy, James stretches on the bed, long limbs reaching out and muscles trembling momentarily. He sighs, face mushed into the pillow as he desperately keeps ahold of consciousness despite how much he wants to go back to sleep.

It's then that he notices the lack of person beside him. His hand is stretched out onto unoccupied mattress. Dragging his eyes open once more, James doesn't need his glasses on to see what confirms what he can feel.

He's alone.

The space beside him is empty and cold.

James sits up, rubbing his eyes with one hand as he reaches for his glasses with the other. He frowns as he looks at the empty space beside him, confused as to how Regulus managed to get up without waking him.

Still feeling dazed with sleep, James swings his legs off the bed. He goes into the bathroom to quickly brush his teeth, splashing his face with some water to wake himself up enough. Back in the bedroom, he bends down to grab some boxers from his suitcase.

"Reg, baby?" He calls as quickly dons the pair of pants.

"Downstairs," Regulus replies a moment later, voice drifting through the house.

James follows it like a beacon, slowly padding down the stairs. Already, the house is glowing from the risen morning sun. The stone floor is warm underneath his bare feet from the rays of the yellow rays of sun shining in through the windows and French doors of the villa.

When James enters the kitchen, Regulus has his back to him where he's stood by the counter. James can see that he's making coffee, and the smell of the beverage fills the room and tickles James' nose.

James gives himself a moment to enjoy the sight before him; Regulus is dressed in a soft grey t-shirt that stops just above the curve of his boxer covered ass cheeks. His legs and feet are bare, his hair on his head still a curly mess from sleeping.

Regulus must sense that James is behind him, because he looks over his shoulder and flashes him a smile.

"Good morning," he says.

"Morning, baby," James replies, crossing the room without hesitation. He walks right up to Regulus, arms winding around his waist and trapping him against the counter. He barely gives Regulus enough time to turn around to face him before he's barricading him in, kissing him hungrily on the lips. "You're up early. Did you sleep okay?"

"Of course," Regulus smiles up at him. "I always sleep well with you."

"Good," James grins, kissing him once more. "You been up long?"

Regulus shakes his head. "No. Only about an hour."

"An hour?" James reals. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Because you were sleeping and you needed it," Regulus replies. "Plus, I only sat outside and drank coffee and read my book. You didn't miss anything, I promise."

"I don't want to miss a single moment with you," James pouts.

Regulus rolls his eyes and shudders. "This holiday is making us incredibly mushy."

"I have always been mushy," James grins, pinching Regulus' side gently.

Regulus rests his forehead against James' chest, hugging him close. James relishes in the moment, soft and warm and peaceful. Outside, the world around them is silent. Their villa is so detached from the other neighbouring villas around them, and the empty sandy beach stretches directly from the fence at the end of the garden.

"Want to go for a morning swim?" James asks, looking at the pool in the back garden that he can see out the kitchen window.

They arrived at the villa late last night, having had to get a flight and then a ferry to the island of Paros, so apart from getting some dinner and marvelling at the villa they're going to call home for a week, there wasn't much time to do anything else other than sleep.

James is amazed by the villa. It's everything he imagined it to be, and as soon as he saw the pool situated in the back garden last night, he's been excited to get in it today.

"You can," Regulus replies.

James pouts, "I want to swim with you. Come on, Reg! Take a dip in the pool with me."

Regulus rolls his eyes, but James notices his fleeting look and the shuffle of his feet. He seems uncomfortable and unsettled, and James doesn't like it.

"Reg?" James asks softly, "what's going on?"

"Nothing," Regulus smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. It looks strained and forced, and James' gut swoops with concern. "I just don't like swimming."

James raises an eyebrow. "Don't like it?" He echoes, the confusion beginning to dissipate as curiosity begins to fall into place.

Regulus nods and hums, "Mhm."

"Reg," he starts gently, "can you swim?"

"Of course I can!" Regulus hisses, pushing James off and snatching his mug off the side. Blush begins to glow on his cheeks as he steps away and takes an aggressive sip of his coffee. He see's James looking at him, and his eyes harden in a glare. "What?" He snaps.

James can't help but chuckle, knowing his face is showing how fond he feels for the feisty man in front of him.

"You can swim, can you?"

Regulus' eyes harden, grey iris fiery. His jaw clicks as it clenches, and James worries for a small moment that Regulus is going to launch the cup of coffee at his head.

Then, quiet, mumbled and shy, Regulus barely whispers, "No."

"No?"

"No," Regulus hisses. "I can't swim."

James can't help but absolutely melt.

Here is Regulus, all fiery and feisty, hard glares and clenched jaws, yet all James can see is the slightly oversized grey t-shirt he's wearing that make him seem so petite, his black boxers that cup his ass perfectly, his delicate ankles and his pale feet. He sees Regulus looking up at him, looking like an adorable angry child. Despite the hard lines of his jaw and eyebrows pulled in a frown, Regulus never looked so soft.

James fucking loves this man, all glares and tantrums combined.

"I can teach you how to swim," James offers, and he almost laughs at the sight of Regulus' horrified expression.

"Absolutely not!" The younger man almost shouts.

"Yes!" James argues, suddenly excited at the idea. "Please, Reggie! I'm a good teacher!"

"I don't care," Regulus snaps. "I don't need to learn how to swim. I've survived perfectly fine without the ridiculous and unnecessary skill."

James rolls his eyes, though he's still smiling and practically vibrating with excitement. "But it's fun!"

"The concept of fun is subjective," Regulus glares heatedly. "Some people find bowling fun, doesn't mean I have to find it fun."

James frowns. "Do you not like bowling?"

Regulus rolls his eyes, throwing his empty hand up in his frustration. He points at James, eyes sharp and mean. "I'm not swimming!"

"Don't you dare let go."

"I'm not g—"

"Don't you dare, James Potter!"

"I won't!" James laughs, shaking his head at the death glare Regulus flashes at him. "Just relax, Reg."

"Relax?" Regulus shrills. "Relax? Are you fucking kidding me? How am I meant to relax, James?"

"Let yourself go limp," James instructs. "You're just floating, Reg. Your body will naturally float, so just relax and I'll keep you up."

Half an hour ago, Regulus would only stand in the shallow end of the pool, absolutely refusing to go any deeper than his waist. Getting him in the water in the first place was an immense challenge, Regulus ranting about how he was born without gills and fins and instead with lungs that need oxygen as a prime reason why he doesn't belong in the water. James had found it highly amusing, and slightly adorable, leading them to this moment: attempting to get Regulus to float.

He's got Regulus flat on his back, arms outstretched and legs straight. James has both of his hands underneath Regulus' back, holding him up as every time he even begins to let go, the younger man sinks like a ton of bricks. James can't even say he's getting frustrated yet, because despite all of Regulus' bravo and glares, he actually looks bloody petrified right now. James can't even bring himself to be annoyed when the man he loves looking like a drowned cat right now.

He's also spending too much time trying to figure out why Regulus can't seem to float. Regulus is small and skinny, sometimes so much that he appears like he could be snapped in half, and while James loves every inch of the younger man and wouldn't change his dainty ankles and slender limbs, he's confused how someone so light seems to sink like he's filled with lead?

"I'm going to drown."

"You're not going to drown, Reg."

"I am!" Regulus hisses, clenching his eyes closed. He looks so enthral with his dark hair floating like a halo around his head in the water. "I can't float, James. That means I'm going to sink, and then I'm going to drown!"

"I'm not going to let you drown, Reg," James insists, trying not to let the exasperation seep into his tone. "Plus, baby, we're literally in water that's only a metre and a half deep. You're taller than that, so even if you don't float, your feet will reach the floor without your head going under."

Regulus just whines, shaking his head.

"Just relax," James repeats, voice soft and encouraging. "Let yourself go limp. It's natural physics that will let your body bob and float."

Finally, finally, Regulus does. He dips slightly as his body and water adjust, and then for settles and he drifts gracefully in the water, James' hands hovering beside him incase he panics and plummets his body and face into the water.

When the younger man realises he's doing it, his eyes widen and his face splits into a grin mirroring James' own.

"I did it!" Regulus screams, and then promptly dunks under the water as the excitement causes his body to jolt. A second later, his startled gasp is swallowed by the water and he splashes as his limbs flail.

It takes a moment for Regulus to realise that his feet can reach the floor, and when he finally does, his head breaks back through the water. He's gasping, sputtering and spitting water, hair soaking wet and stuck to his forehead like black seaweed. James grabs his waist to try and help stabilise him while the smaller man hacks up the water he clearly swallowed.

"Are you okay?" James asks, unable to stop the laugh bubbling out of his chest at the petulant glare Regulus shoots him.

"Stop laughing," Regulus snarls.

"I'm sorry!" James wheezes, covering his mouth to try and stifle the chuckles. "I'm sorry."

"You're not. You're still laughing."

"It's a bit funny, Reg," James smiles. "But you did it!"

Regulus huffs and rolls his eyes, wiping his hair out of his eyes.

"Want to try swimming now?"

Regulus looks like he wants to rip James’ head off sooner than he wants to attempt to actually try swimming, but surprisingly, the younger boy agrees.

Considering it took them more than half an hour to master the art of floating, James shouldn’t be surprised that it takes them ages to get Regulus swimming. He seems to have a fear of dunking his face in the water, so they settle for doggie paddling and back strokes. James is startled at how someone who is naturally graceful on land seems to be unable to do anything but splash and flail in the water.

By the time Regulus has managed to semi master the backstroke, he’s swearing like a sailor and has a face like a smacked ass. James finds it endlessly enduring, especially when Regulus finally gives up and begins to storm through the shallow end and jumps up on the side of the pool to sit.

"I need a drink," Regulus snarls. "An alcoholic drink. If you bring me a glass of water I’m smashing it over your head and shoving the shards down your throat."

James laughs, completely adored and unfazed by Regulus’ graphic threat.

"I think we deserve some lunch and a glass of wine after that lesson," he agrees, swimming up to Regulus and standing in between his legs.

"A bottle," Regulus corrects, grouchy and pouting.

"Yes, baby," James nods, kissing his lovers bare shoulders tenderly. "A whole bottle."

***

Greece is by far James' favourite place he's ever visited. It’s gorgeous to James, everything he could ever want or need or desire. White sandy beaches and vibrant blue seas, cobble stone streets outside the white and blue painted buildings, the sun shining and making the city seem vibrant and addicting. The markets, the fruit, the stalls catch his eye at every turn.

To him, it's paradise.

It breaks his heart to know they're only going to be here for a week, but it makes him determined to make every second count.

Like now; on their second day in Greece. They're walking hand in hand through the street-lamp streets of Paros, both of them slightly giddy from the wine (Regulus) and beer (James) they drank at dinner. The sun has long since disappeared behind the horizon of the sea, casting the city is a soft glow of warm shadows and a dark sky above them. The sea-side city is sleepy, yet bars are alive and thriving, music filling the streets and laughs echoing between the buildings.

James’ appreciation for the beautiful seaside is cut short when a noise suddenly reaches and registers in his ears. When the dots connect, he jolts to a stop and his jaw drops to the floor.

"ABBA!" James cries. "Reg, it's ABBA! Oh my god! They’re playing ABBA!"

"They are," Regulus smirks. "Wait, James, what are you— where are we going?"

James ignores the questions as he drags Regulus by the hand into the bar where the sounds of Waterloo is blasting from.

The second they step inside, James’ heart soars. The dull buzz of beer in his system amplifies just from the atmosphere as he pulls Regulus towards the crowd of people dancing. James guides them into the middle, spinning around to face Regulus. He grabs Regulus’ other hand, gripping them both tight and raising them up as he begins to sing and dance with full gusto.

Waterloo!

I was defeated, you won the war

Waterloo!

Promise to love you for ever more

Waterloo!

Couldn't escape if I wanted to

Waterloo!

Knowing my fate is to be with you

Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Waterloo!

James is having the time of his life, and his heart promptly explodes when he watches Regulus do the same; bellowing the words of an ABBA song in a pub in Greece. Regulus’ smile is wide, his curls are flying with every bounce in his step, and he’s staring up at James as he sings like James has hung the moon and the stars above them.

When Fernando comes on, James can’t resist pulling Regulus into his arms. They sway to the music, singing to one another as if they’re serenading each other. Regulus face is split with a smile, throwing his head back to laugh. He grips Regulus’ waist and back, moulding his body to Regulus’ smaller one, like two puzzle pieces slotting perfectly together.

"Let’s get a drink," Regulus says when Fernando finishes playing. James lets himself be lead to the bar. Less than a minute after, Regulus is spinning around and holding two shot glasses with a shit-eating grin.

"What is that?" James asks.

"Tequila!" Regulus cheers, grinning. He hands one to James and nods, "Down the hatch, baby!"

James does, and it burns. His entire body shivers as the liquid slides down his throat and settles in his stomach, sending volts up his spine. He snatches the glass of whatever else Regulus ordered out of the smaller mans hand and chases the taste of tequila away with a few large gulps.

The alcohol settles in his system quickly. His limbs become loose and his blood warms, combined with the hot pub and ABBA blasting around them, James feels drunk and giddy and on top of the world.

They go back to the dance floor, where the crowd still stands and dances while more ABBA songs play. It’s like something out of a fever dream.

James has never gone out drinking and dancing with Regulus. They’ve got drunk hundreds of times, but to see Regulus hazy with alcohol and swaying, singing loudly and jumping around, is a completely different sight and James has never felt more in love. Regulus is so shameless, so carefree, so graceful and free.

When Does Your Mother Know? comes on, James and Regulus go wild. Around them, the other dancers and drinking are screaming and singing, both of them getting wrapped up in the crowd bouncing around. James spots Regulus jumping and spinning with two girls, and he’s so overwhelmed with how much he loves this man.

James doesn’t know how they end up on the beach by their villa, but suddenly his shoes are off and the sand is in-between his toes. Regulus is beside him, his own shoes off and stumbling as he slips and slides on the sand. Their laughs echo through the empty expanse of the sandy planes, drunk giggles following every time one of them trips or stumbles over their own feet.

James looks at the sea, the calm crashing waves and ripples of the moonlight reflecting off it.

"Do you want to go for a swim?" He asks.

"Absolutely not!" Regulus replies, shaking his head and his curls bouncing wildly.

"Come on!" James whines tugging Regulus’ hand. He stops them, tossing his shoes on the floor, and already stripping his shirt.

Regulus shakes his head and drops down to the sand, sitting down. He watches from the safety of the shore as James runs into the water, not hesitating as he sprints into the waves until it’s up to his ribs and then dunks his head underneath.

When he comes back up, he feels filled with a kind of euphoria he’s slowly becoming addicted to. The water is warm, still heated from the sun despite it setting hours ago.

"This is amazing!" He shouts to the sky. He looks at Regulus and adds, "You don’t know what you’re missing, Reg!"

"You’re insane, James Potter!" Regulus shouts at him.

James throws his head back and laughs, then continues swimming some more. After a few minutes, he looks to the shore to see Regulus still sitting there, knees tucked up to his chest, eyes watching James in the water.

It hits James like a truck to the chest with how beautiful he is.

Despite not wearing his glasses, James doesn’t need to see in focus to know that the man in front of him is absolutely breathtaking.

Slender and petite, with legs a mile long and milky skin.

Dark curls like something out of a fairytale, framing his share jaw and high cheekbones.

His grey eyes, huge and lined with insanely long and dark eyelashes.

Regulus Black is beautiful, inside and out, and James is still trying to get over how lucky he is to be the person that this magnificent person has chosen.

Swimming to shore, James crawls out of the waves on his hands and knees, his wet hair stuck to his face, the denim of his shorts heavy on his legs and waist.

He hears Regulus chuckling at him as he crawls up the sand to where he’s sitting, but James goes right until he’s inches from the smaller mans face.

"What are you doing?" Regulus asks in-between chuckles.

"Recreating the scene from Mamma Mia," James replies, connecting their lips.

He kisses Regulus slowly, sensually, tasting the remains of tequila and vodka on his tongue. Regulus breathes against him, kissing back and dropping his legs.

Hungry and desperate for more, James can’t help but slot himself in-between Regulus’ legs. Without breaking the kiss, he slides an arm around Regulus’ back and uses his weight to begin to lower Regulus to lay back on the sand. Regulus’ breath deepens, his hands cupping James’ face as he lays on his back and uses his hands and legs to make sure James goes with him, resting his weight on the younger man as their kiss becomes heated and sloppy, their tongues roaming each others mouths.

Heat swamps James’ body, a flush creeping on his skin. The world around him disappears, because in this moment, the only people that exists are him and Regulus. The feeling of sand between his fingers drifts, the sound of the waves is gone. The only thing he can feel is Regulus touching him, kissing him, breathing beneath him. His entire focus is on the man in his arms, the lips on his own, the touches on his face.

It’s him and Regulus against the world, and James will burn the whole thing down if Regulus asked him too.

James is lightheaded and panting when they break apart. His lungs are crying for oxygen, and his body is alive and singing as all the blood has rushed to his groin.

"I can’t believe we’re here," James breathes. "In Greece, drunk and danced to ABBA songs. Now, on the beach, in the sand, kissing you."

"It’s pretty perfect," Regulus hums, finger tracing the shape of James’ cheek.

"I’ve officially achieved my Mamma Mia dream."

"Oh?" Regulus says silkily, cocking his head. "Are you Dominic Cooper?"

"Yep, and you’re Amanda Seyfried."

Regulus pouts. "Why am I the girl?"

"Because you’re so pretty."

Regulus rolls his eyes, but they widen when James climbs to his feet and drags the younger man with him.

"Come for a swim," James begs, kissing him.

"James, no!" Regulus says. "I can’t swim!"

"I’ll hold onto you."

"You’re drunk, you’re going to forget and let me drown— James!" Regulus cuts himself off with a cry when James suddenly sweeps him up in a bridal carry. "No, no! James, you’re going to drop me!"

"I won’t, baby," James grins, not pausing in his step as he walks them towards the water.

Regulus lets out a startled cry when James stumbles slightly, allowing the water already at his knees to splash up to his waist. The arms around his neck tighten and to try and reassure him, James tightens the arms around the smaller mans back and legs.

"See," he says, smug and defiant. "I got you, love."

"Shut up," Regulus huffs, but he’s grinning. "It is actually warm."

"Told you," James chuckles, kissing the soft skin of Regulus’ forehead. "I love you, Reg."

"I love you too," Regulus replies, kissing him deeply. "So, so much."

The next morning, James wakes up with a mouth full of cotton and the smell of coffee filling his nose. He drags his heavy eyes open to find Regulus sitting beside him, dressed in only a pair of black boxers and one of James’ shirts, holding a mug of something steaming and watching James with fond, soft eyes.

"Morning," he says, using his spare hand to brush the fringe off James’ forehead.

"M’rn’n," James grunts.

He clears his throat and rolls onto his back, thankful that his stomach doesn’t roll as he does so. He feels like he’s balancing on the fine line of his hangover making him completely incapacitated, and yet Regulus looks absolutely fine.

Actually, he looks better than fine. His hair is slightly damp, the dried curls soft and fluffy looking, and he smells of fresh oranges and shampoo, showing he’s showered while James has been asleep. His skin isn’t sickly pale, but instead sun-kissed with two ruby cheeks.

He looks beautiful, and James wishes he had the energy to drag him back into bed and reduce him to a shivering pile of aroused goo.

"How are you feeling?" Regulus asks.

"I’ll feel better if one of those coffees is for me," James says.

"Oh, no," Regulus shakes his head. "These are both for me."

James juts his bottom lip out and pouts, even though he knows Regulus is joking.

"Don’t give me those puppy eyes," Regulus grumbles.

"Please, give me coffee, Reggie."

"Call me that again and I’ll pour it over your head," Regulus threatens. "Sit up then. You can’t drink it laying down."

James rushes and scrambles to sit up, grinning like a child when Regulus finally hands over the mug.

"You been up long?" James asks.

"A while," Regulus shrugs. His hand runs through James’ hair again. "You need a shower. You stink of salt."

"Yeah," James grimaces. "I feel pretty gross. I’m pretty sure I’ve still got sand where no one wants sand to be."

"Lovely."

After his shower, another coffee and a glass of ice cold orange juice, James feels ready to go for the day. Regulus settles by the side of the pool reading a book while James goes for a swim, his limbs quickly getting tired and eventually he floats and soaks up the sun.

James doesn’t know how much time passes. He’s pretty sure he’s on the cusp of dozing and falling asleep when the sound of a phone ringing cuts through the peace.

He lifts his head up and see’s Regulus peering at James’ phone. A moment later, before James can ask who it is, Regulus is tapping his finger on the screen and the ringing stops.

"Who was it?"

Regulus’ focus is already back on his book when he replies, "Sirius."

"Did you…" James’ body moves from a float to treading water, "did you hang up on him?"

"Yes."

"Reg."

The accused head snaps up, face a painting of feigned confusion and innocence as he sweetly asks, "What, love?"

James just shakes his head, chuckling because he’s not actually annoyed. If anything, he’s amused. He swims slowly to the side of the pool, drying his hands on the towel he left before he grabs his phone.

He folds his arms on the side of the pool and continues keeping his body in the water as he rings Sirius back.

He picks up on the second ring. Sirius’ face comes into view on his screen, his face drawn in horror and hurt confusion.

"Did you hang up on me?" He asks.

"Sorry, Pads. I was swimming and my finger slipped on the phone," James replies, eyes flicking up to Regulus to see the younger man smirking at him and his lie.

The little shit.

***

Their week in Greece disappears in a blink. Days of sun, beaches, swimming (Regulus is still begrudgingly accepting the lessons), walking and drinking and dancing. They’ve spent hours walking around the markets, finding purchases and the perfect presents for friends and family back at home. They’ve eaten fruit and food that James will always miss back in England. Their skin has darkened from the sun, Regulus’ own ivory skin even managing to glow with colour.

Before James knows it, it’s the night before they fly home. The realisation that their time in paradise is coming to an end, their weeks of holiday and privacy is almost over, makes him sad.

Memories of their holiday are so fresh in his mind, and James knows that he’s going to hold onto them in complete focus for a long time. James did a lot of travelling with Peter during their gap year, and every moment of that trip was breathtaking, fun, and memories to last a lifetime.

But, this holiday has been something so special that James doesn’t want it to end.

They spend their last evening in paradise on the beach outside their villa. James doesn’t know how late it is, but he’s guessing late enough as the sun disappeared hours ago. Still, James isn’t ready to go back to the villa. He wants to stay on the beach for as long as he can, he wants to go to bed as late as possible. The sooner they go back and go to sleep, the quicker tomorrow will come.

James wants this moment to last forever.

"I spoke to my mum earlier," James starts. "She said they miss you at work."

Regulus smirks beside him. "Of course she does. Apart from Dorcas, I’m the only other doctor worthy of the white coat."

"This is the longest they’ve gone without you since you started there. Surprised the place is still functioning with you there."

"It’s all due to your mum and Cas," Regulus smiles, his arrogance slipping when he speaks of James’ mother and his friend. "Cas did phone me the other day though and told me I wasn’t allowed to take another holiday until her retirement."

"I bet she misses you."

Regulus hums. "I miss her too. I thought I’d miss work more, though. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job. I just wasn’t expecting to not miss it as much as I have while we’ve been away."

"Clearly you were destined to be more than just an overworked doctor in the middle of London," James smiles, nudging his shoulder. "You’ve got the facial structure of a Greek God. You fit right in here."

Regulus blushes and James’ heart soars.

"I think I’m going to go back to work," James admits out loud.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," James echoes, nodding. "I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently. I’ve had months off now, and I really miss it."

It’s true; James has been thinking about it a lot. He’s been out of work for months now, and while he’s enjoyed it, he worked hard for his degree and he wants to use it. He enjoyed being a paramedic, and he misses the pride of his work and the gratitude he felt when he knew he was helping people in their time of need.

James has watched Regulus work for months. He’s heard about the people he’s helped, the differences he’s made, the power his brain and intellect has when people are in front of him with things to be fixed. James wants that feeling too, he wants to be able to go to sleep knowing he’s changed someone’s life with the skills and the training he paid and worked so hard to achieve.

James felt a type of purpose when he was working as a paramedic, as he’s sure all people do when they are getting up everyday and achieving something. James wants that purpose back, and it’s long overdue.

"Are you…" Regulus starts, sounding suddenly unsure. "Where are you going to join?"

"London, of course," James replies, without hesitation.

Instantly, Regulus’ shoulders relax and slouch. James eyes him with curiosity.

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing," Regulus replies, but when James just stares at him with a disbelieving look, he shrugs and adds, "I didn’t know if you’d go back to Scotland to work where you trained."

"Scotland?" James echoes, frowning. "No, baby. Why would I go back to Scotland? Everyone I love is in London. You’re in London. I’m not going anywhere unless you’re going with me."

Regulus’ eyes are wide and watching him. "Oh," he breathes weakly.

"The dream was to always work in London. Scotland was the uni experience, but London is where I want to work," James adds, then shrugs, "Plus, if I work in London, then I’ll be coming to the hospital on every shift. I can see you more."

"I spend most of my time in neuro," Regulus reminds him, but James isn’t deterred.

"I get a small break between dropping off patients at A&E," James shrugs. "My crew mate can clean the truck while I get us both coffees and hand deliver yours to neuro ward with a kiss and a hug."

"I’m sure your crew mate will love that arrangement."

"When they meet you, they’ll understand."

Regulus rolls his eyes before looking back at the water. A moment later, he drops his head onto James’ shoulder.

"It’ll be weird you going back to work," Regulus says. "I’ve never known you when you haven’t been around all the time."

"I’ll still be around," James laughs, kissing his hair.

"It’s hard enough seeing you around my shifts," Regulus grumbles. "Now we’re going to have to work around two sets of shifts? What am I going to do without you being there at my constant beck and call?"

"Work or not, you know I’ll always be there for your beck and call, baby," James says, happy to feed into Regulus half-hearted drama queen act.

"I don’t want to share you," Regulus whines.

"Who do you think you’re going to have to share me with?"

"Sick people wanting your attention and energy."

James rolls his eyes, "Like I do everyday for you?"

"It’s different. I don’t actually give a shit or have emotional attachments to the whiney bitches of London. You do. You have a heart. You care about people. They’re going to drain you and then you’ll have nothing left for me."

James can’t stop the chuckle that escapes him. Bless Reg for believing that James will ever be too drained to love him as much as he deserves.

"I do have a heart," he agrees, "And trust me, baby, when I tell you that so much of it is reserved for you that no amount of emotional shifts will ever leave me too drained to see you."

James is certain in his promise. Sure, he’s had hard shifts during his training and when he qualified that left him speechless, mentally and emotionally maxed-out to the point that he could barely form a conversation when he got home. There were shifts that left him feeling like the tank had been emptied, that his brain was turned into a raisin and he wanted to be left alone, but James won’t feel like that with Regulus. He also knows, that for all of Regulus’ current argument, that Regulus will relate and understand the signs of someone who needs silence to process what they’ve seen and witnessed. He knows that if he ever got back from a shift feeling mentally drained, then Regulus will know what to do to give James the safety he needs to process it.

He understands Regulus’ fears, but he also knows that they’re futile. No bad of a shift will ever make James not want to see Regulus. If anything, he thinks Regulus will make the bad shifts easier, to know he’s going home to someone who can empathise and comfort him.

James shifts and cups Regulus’ face, lifting his head so he can look the younger man in the eye.

"No matter what shift I ever have, I promise you are the person I will always want to come home to," James says, tone stern and allowing no room for doubt.

Regulus’ eyes sweep over his face, and James knows he’s looking for the indications of fault or lie. He see’s Regulus do it a lot, as if he’s always waiting for James to let him down or lie to him. James hates it, but he also understands that after everything Regulus has been through, the journey of unconditional trust is a long haul. He’s prepared to wait, to continue building Regulus’ trust, because bloody hell, the man deserves someone to be patient with him.

When Regulus seems satisfied and assured James isn’t trying to trick him, the younger man’s face softens.

"You know I’ll be proud of you, right?" He says, voice barely above a whisper. "You’re going to be an amazing paramedic. London aren’t going to know what’s hit them."

James’ heart bursts right there and then.

Match.

Flame.

Boom.

"Thank you, love," James smiles, pulling Regulus’ face up so their lips meet.

Regulus makes a noise of pleasure as he shifts up on his knees and sits himself down on James’ lap. His knees bracket James’ hips as he cradles his face, resting his weight down. James’ hands find Regulus’ hips, pulling him close all without breaking the connection of their lips.

Regulus deepens the kiss, and James falls into it without hesitation. They move together, their lips and tongues messy in this fight and desperation to taste every inch of one another. Hands exploring each others bodies, trailing up and down. Their kisses are sloppy, passionate and hungry, like their both starving and deprived and desperate.

James' lungs burn from a lack of oxygen, but it's nothing compared to the fire that's been lit in his stomach and groin. He kisses Regulus back just as messy, hands jerkily and greedily roaming over Regulus' body, underneath his top and brushing over his sensitive nipples.

Regulus gasps into his mouth, grinding his hips down just as James rolls his own up. Both of their hard and straining groins grind against each other, causing them both to moan breathlessly and their movements becoming more desperate.

James doesn't know how long their make out for. The concept of time slips away from him whenever he has Regulus in his lap. His trousers are painfully tight. He feels lightheaded, brain oxygen starved and all the blood in his body having rushed to his cock in a matter of minutes of Regulus laying his lips on his.

When Regulus pulls away suddenly, James unconsciously follows him, unwilling to allow their mouths to be apart so soon. Regulus is panting as hard as James, his hand resting on his chest to keep him back. Regulus' lips are red and swollen, his hair askew and eyes hooded. He looks fucking edible, and hot and bothered and kiss drunk.

"W-we need to go back to the villa," Regulus pants against his mouth. "We can't do this here, James."

James whines petulantly, wanting nothing more than to rip Regulus' clothes off here and now. He wants to grind Regulus into the sand, to watch him come undone and turn him into a pile of mush with the waves crashing a few meters away from them. But he knows he can't, they shouldn't. The beach may be empty now, but anyone could walk on and see them. And while James doesn't really care, and the idea kind of excites him, he also doesn't fancy getting arrested in a foreign country for indecent exposure and public sexual intercourse.

"Okay," James pants, nodding. "Okay. Let's go."

Regulus grins at him, practically leaping off James' lap. James scrambles to his feet, clumsy and erratic, grabbing Regulus' hand before he's even stood up straight to drag him back to the villa.

The half walk half run is frustratingly long. James knows it barely takes them minutes to get back to the villa, but he feels the pent up frustration building up with every second that passes that he's not naked and in bed with Regulus. His feet slip in the stupid sand and his legs burn from the effort, but nothing is worse than the concentration and determination it takes to not just tackle Regulus to the ground with every minute that passes.

Finally, finally, they make it back to the villa. They burst through the back door, sprinting up the stairs. James rips his top off halfway up the stairs, kicking his shoes off when he gets to the top. He's barely taken two steps into the bedroom, hasn't got the chance to even touch his shorts and boxers before Regulus is grabbing him by the shoulders and pushing him onto the bed.

He lands on his back, bouncing from the momentum. He shimmies and kicks off his shorts and pants frantically, and as soon as they're off, Regulus is climbing onto his legs. James' breath has already caught in his throat when his cock was released from it's cruel confines of his boxers, and his entire body shudders when Regulus licks the underside of his cock. Regulus rests his lips against the drooling head of his cock, kissing it tenderly, and if James wasn't so desperate, he'd find it sensual and intimate.

Except, James is desperate.

He feels seconds away from shooting his load entirely prematurely, and it's only made worse by Regulus' hot breath being panted on his hard cock.

"Fuck, Reg!" James moans, loud and shameless and desperate. Regulus watches him as he swears and stutters, smirking at his suffering. "Please, can you— please, j-just—"

James cuts himself off with a low, hoarse groan when Regulus takes his whole length in his mouth. James' entire brain short-circuits rapidly, his pulsating cock swallowed whole in Regulus' hot mouth.

Regulus hollows his cheeks, sucking and bobbing his head in earnest that has James' entire body shaking. His hand instantly goes to Regulus' hair, desperate for purchase and something to ground himself off. Sweat breaks out over his entire body, his chest in heaving and a stream of groans and moans escape his mouth.

His hand tugs Regulus' hair roughly when the younger man's teeth gently graze the tip of his cock, the action not painful, but so incredibly sensitive and sending sparks down James' spine. His back arches, hips stuttering, and he accidentally shoves himself further into Regulus and his already full mouth.

James feels completely consumed by pleasure and arousal and heat. His body is on fire, his lungs unable to contract and relax properly. All his focus and attention is on he undeniable fact that Regulus is trying to suck the life out of him through the tip of his cock.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod, oh— fuck!" James pants and groans and suddenly shouts, body trembling when Regulus' skilled ministrations on his cock makes him see stars.

Regulus chuckles, the bastard, and it's rumbles down his cock and into his groin like an electric shock.

James has had a lot of blowjobs from Regulus. More than he can count anymore, and half of their holiday so far seems to involve sex or intimacy of some kind. Yet, every time Regulus places his lips on James' cock and takes it into his sensational mouth, it's the best head in the world.

The best and the worst thing is, Regulus is so good at sucking James off that it genuinely takes all of James' control and more to not orgasm the moment it starts.

"R-Reg—" James grunts, panting mouth open like he's run a marathon. "I'm— Reg, I-I'm close... I'm gonna—"

Regulus shows no mercy. He doesn't hesitate or slow down. Instead, he cups James' balls, grazing his nails down them lightly, and sucks harder, cheeks hollowed. He meets James' eyes as he runs his tongue down the underside of his cock, ripping a groan out of James that seems to punch its way out of his chest.

"Reg, baby—" James grunts, hips stuttering, the heat in his stomach and groin unimaginable. "Baby, I'm— f-fuck!"

The organism rips through him violently. His vision blows white, his breath disappears from his lungs in a single whoosh. Every muscle in his body trembles and strains as if he's seizing, his hand tightening in Regulus' hair as the younger boy swallows his cum without a flinch, continuing to suck him off until he's soft and over sensitive.

Regulus' mouth releases him with a wet pop, and James is left panting and boneless on the bed, trying to catch his breath. His hair sticks to his forehead with sweat, the residue shakes still twitching in his limbs.

"You okay?" Regulus asks, voice raspy and hoarse and wrecked. James' cock almost gets hard instantly again just from the sound of it.

"S-so good," James exhales, lifting his head to look at Regulus still sat on his legs. He flashes what he knows is a dopey smile at the younger boy, because he's still feeling like he's on cloud fucking nine right now.

Regulus chuckles at him, seemingly very pleased with himself as he rests back, his thumb stroking slowly across James' hip bone.

James continues to pant as he comes down from his high, the heat in his body momentarily sated until he looks back at Regulus. He's still sat back on James' legs, still soothingly and patiently rubbing his hipbone while James catches his breath. He looks so beautiful, looking down at him, his curls falling onto his face. He must have ditched his shirt and trousers when they got into the room, but he's still got his boxers on. Realising that the younger man is still clothed, and that is unacceptable, James' body floods with energy.

James sits up abruptly, body shooting up from the bed. Regulus startles slightly, body being rocked by the momentum of James sitting up sharply. James steadies him by wrapping his arms around his skinny waist, Regulus' hands resting against his chest as he smashes their mouths together.

The kiss is bruising and animalistic. James can taste himself on Regulus' tongue, but if anything he finds that so much fucking sexier. His cock begins to throb and harden again, despite it only being minutes since his orgasm. The arousal floors him, and he tightens his arms around Regulus' dainty waist to pull him as close as possible so their chests are pressed together. He swallows every moan and gasp that Regulus' lets out as he teasingly palms Regulus' clothed cock. The younger boys boxers begin to grow damp underneath James' hand, his hips rolling and breath stuttering.

James loves to tease him, but he begins to feel desperate himself.

With one hand wrapped around Regulus' lower back and the other cupping the back of his head, James quickly flips them over so Regulus is flat on his back and James is kneeling in between his legs. Regulus lets out a startled yell at the abrupt change of position, and James grins when the shocked expression changes to something hungry as James slides his fingers under the waist band of the smaller man's boxers.

Regulus squirms as James presses slow and light kisses down the flat expanse of his torso.

"You're so beautiful, Reg," James says, kissing each of his hipbones. "So—" kiss, "so—" kiss, "beautiful."

The younger man's chest heaves as James mouths at the swell beneath his boxers.

"James!" Regulus growls, shifting his hips impatiently. "Please. Please, will you just—"

Regulus cuts himself off when James yanks his boxers down, and they both groan when Regulus' hard and leaking cock springs free. James takes one look at Regulus' thrown back head and splayed out curls before he's taking Regulus in his mouth.

He feels the member throb and pulsate in his mouth, the taste of pre-cum on his tongue as he sucks and bobs his head in earnest. He hears Regulus let out loud and obscene moans above him, can feel the younger man's thighs shaking as he hollows his cheeks and swirls his tongue around the tip of Regulus' cock. 

Regulus' hips jolt and hitch upwards, shoving his cock further into James' mouth and hitting the back of his throat. James doesn't mind, breathing deeply through his nose and taking Regulus as much as he can. A hand is in his hair, tugging on the strands but James doesn't ease up, he wants to drive Regulus up the mountain until he sees stars and is falling apart on his way down.

After a few minutes, he feels Regulus' body shake and tremble, the smaller man letting out a keening sound. The cock in his mouth pulsates and James knows Regulus in close, his moans getting louder and thighs trembling. James hollows his cheeks, gently tugs on Regulus' balls, and with a strangled cry, James is swallowing down Regulus' climax.

James sits back and grins with pride at how Regulus has become a pile of goo on the bed just underneath James' ministrations. He watches the younger boy gasp and shiver, sweat glistening on his face and stomach.

"I need—" Regulus pants, looking up at James with hooded eyes, "I need you inside me. Right now. R-right now, James!"

And as if James can create any resistance when Regulus is looking like that: naked, sweaty, and absolutely debauched underneath him.

"Okay, baby," he nods, his own cock already swollen and hard and leaking against his stomach.

He grabs the lube off the side table beside the bed, coating his fingers generously. He leans up to give Regulus a bruising, long kiss, before he's reaching down and circling the younger man's hole. Regulus shivers violently underneath him, his whole body tensing as if he's touched a live wire. James mouths and sucks at Regulus' neck when he pushes the first finger in, Regulus' throat vibrating against his lips when the smaller man groans lewdly at the intrusion.

After a few minutes, James adds a second finger, scissoring them to stretch Regulus as fast as he safely and painlessly as he can. He kisses Regulus hot and messy as he curls his two fingers, hooking them and tugging on the muscle of Regulus’ rim. Regulus gasps into his mouth, shuddering, and James gently bites his bottom lip in absolute pleasure.

"God, I love the way you moan when I work you open, Reg," James says, kissing the corner of his mouth. "You look so beautiful like this."

He watches as Regulus’ flushed cheeks become even more rosy from his praise, and he kisses the warm spaces of flesh tenderly.

By the time he’s added a third finger and is pumping and thrusting his digits into Regulus’ hole, Regulus is shivering and moaning beneath him, his fingers twitching on the bedsheets.

"I’m ready," Regulus pants, cheeks flushed and glistering with sweat. "Please, James! Please, please, please—!"

James chuckles softly, loving that he’s got Regulus begging and pleading, but more so, desperate to appease his wishes.

"I got you, Reg," he rasps in reply, shifting on the bed and lining himself up.

"Fuck, yes!"

After James bottoms out, it gets significantly rougher. James’ fingers, which were moments ago softly cradling Regulus’ sides, are now digging into his hips. He jackknifes his groin and hips, pistoning rapidly while Regulus meets his thrusts in the middle. They get loud, grunts and panting and wanton moaning shamelessly.

Regulus comes first, his fingernails cutting into the skin of James’ shoulders as he screams with his release. It takes barely a few seconds before James is following him.

Spots swam in front of James’ eyes as his orgasm rips through him, his entire body seizing like he’s being electrocuted. Regulus tightens around him, squeezing his cock and he spills into the younger man.

"Bloody hell," James pants, barely managing to catch his breath. "No matter how many times we shag, it’s always bloody mind-blowing."

Regulus huffs breathlessly beneath him, kissing his neck sloppily. "That’s because I’m great at sex."

"You are," James agrees. "So fucking great, Reg."

It takes James a few minutes for the shaking in his legs to stop and he finds the energy to stumble off the bed and grab a cloth. He cleans them both up lazily, before tossing the cloth towards the bathroom and lays back down. Instantly, Regulus curls into him, shoving himself into James’ side. It appears that no matter how hot it’s been on their holiday, Regulus is an avid cuddle when they’re in bed. James doesn’t mind, in fact, he loves it. As someone who’s incredibly tactile and thrives off human touch and affection, he’s adored with the way he’s managed to find someone who’s secretly as physically affectionate and cuddly as him.

"I love you," Regulus says, kissing the skin of his neck.

"I love you too," James whispers in reply, tightening his grip on Regulus’ waist. "Always."

An hour later, Regulus shifts on the mattress beside him, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he moves impossibly closer against James' side, tucking his face into his chest.

James smiles, dropping a kiss down into the chaos that is Regulus' post-fuck bed hair, the curls that smell of sweat from sun and sex and oranges from his shampoo tickling his nose. He's grateful for this cosy moment, sharing a bed where they just shared wild and intense, yet also contrastingly soft and gentle sex.

Sometimes, when they lay together at night, James can't stop thinking. It doesn't always have to follow a round or two of mind blowing good sex, but also seems to happen after soft moments of domestic bliss, of comforting evenings laying on the sofa watching Grand Design's reruns. No matter how tired, satisfied, or comfortable James is, he can't get his brain to shut up.

Most of the time, it's because of an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the person beside him. It's the insanity that someone who's filled James' world with light, laughter and complete joy has come into his life and stuck there. He feels the warmth of Regulus beside him, listens to the sounds of his breathing, feels the beat of his heart beneath his skin, and he can't help but be so overwhelmed with how lucky he is.

Other times, James can't stop thinking about how close he was to losing Regulus before he really had him. Or if he really thinks back, before he even had the chance to meet him.

He looks at the arm slung across his bare chest, the angle allowing James to see the violent scar on the inner forearm so clearly.

Every time James see's them, he feels overcome with sadness, hatred and anger. The emotions aren't directed at Regulus, because James could never hate Regulus, and he could never be angry at him for doing what he did. No, the hatred and anger is directed at the two people who drove Regulus to such extreme circumstances. The unforgivable actions of Walburga and Orion Black that almost cost Regulus his life.

James remembers the vulnerability and fear Regulus' entire demeanour floored him with when he first showed James the masks on his skin. He'd hidden it for so long, from everyone around him, that James wanted to feel honoured that Regulus felt comfortable enough to show him, to share that part of him and his history. At the time, and still now occasionally, all James could feel was the crushing anguish at the sight of them, and worse, what they'd intended to lead to.

Regulus had wanted to die.

Regulus had tried to die.

James had a hard time looking at the scars and accepting that. Now, he tries to look at them with gratitude. He tries to not see Regulus as someone who wanted out, who wanted to die, but someone who brushed with death, and who used it to finally get himself out of that house and away from the people who dared to title themselves as his parents.

James runs the pad of his finger over the scar, feeling the familiar raised and uneven ridges of the damaged skin.

He means it when he says he loves every inch of Regulus.

He doesn't see Regulus' scars as ugly, or ghastly, or imperfections. They are not a sign of weakness, but a testimony to Regulus' strength. James has always felt strongly that it takes a strong person to attempt and commit suicide, he's never perceived those who take their own lives to be weak. It takes a lot of strength to do something so irreversible, so drastic. As well as that, James see's strength in Regulus' fight. While Regulus did not have a choice when Kreacher saved him, he had a choice in his decision to carry on. Regulus could have easily re-attempted, but instead he used the anguish, the anger, the pain to carry on, to fight back and find a way out of that awful home.

Regulus snuffles against his chest, his body moving against James' unconsciously entwining their legs. He lets out a small, sleepy sigh, and just like that, solace and warmth spreads through James that allows him to breathe easier.

Regulus is here, with him, and where he belongs.

He's by James' side, alive and beautiful.

They're together. Like they should be.

James knew there was something between them since the very beginning. Ever since the day he first saw Regulus in the hospital, when he was chatting to his mum at the reception desk and only caught a side eyed glimpse of the dark haired guy sitting on the other side, James knew. What he knew exactly, he wasn't sure, but his gut told him enough to go back and see him again.

Even when he was glared at, insulted, and shunned, James still had that feeling. Solid and unable to ignore in his gut, he felt drawn to Regulus. Something told him not to give up, not to deter, because he could tell there was something beneath the hard exterior of Doctor Black that was waiting to be exposed, to be freed.

And everyday, James is glad he didn't run. He's glad, that despite the pushes, despite the physical sudden departures and disappearing acts that Regulus pulled, James is so fucking glad he stuck around.

James can't blame Regulus for how he acted. He knows Regulus was scared, initially of the vulnerability that comes with committing to someone, to letting them in, and with a past like Regulus', James could never fault him for being protective of himself.

Then, there was the Sirius showdown.

Honestly, James wasn't expecting anything to survive that. He was sure Regulus was going to walk away, and as painful as it would have been, James wouldn't have been able to blame him. Regulus had every right to be angry, resentful, untrusting. James may not have done the crime, but he was undoubtably and irreversibly connected to the person that hurt Regulus most in the world.

James doesn't know where Regulus found the strength to stay with him. Regulus had every reason to walk away, to cut them off, to save himself the repeated pain of allowing Sirius and James to stay in his life.

Feeling somber, James can't help but press a heavy kiss onto Regulus' forehead. James wants to stay like this forever. He never wants to lose Regulus again. He wants a lifetime of going to sleep and waking up beside him each morning. He wants to be the sole recipient of Regulus' kisses and hugs. He wants to be the one who takes him apart and put him back together again slowly and ravishingly every night. He wants to protect Regulus, like no one has ever done before, to be the one who supports him during his struggles and holds him when he can't take anymore. He wants to be beside Regulus through all of his successes, to be the loudest one in the crowd cheering, because Regulus deserves that and so much more.

"I love you," James whispers, not expecting an answer, but feeling the burning need to say it out loud.

Regulus grunts, body shifting lethargically. A moment later, James feels the tickling sensation of Regulus' ridiculously long eyelashes fluttering against his chest, and then his head is shifting so he's looking up at James, sleep-swollen eyes blinking lethargically.

"What are you doing awake?" He asks, voice husky and clearly displeased at both not being asleep and seeing James the same too. "I thought I wore you out better than that."

James can’t help but chuckle at the sleepy, slightly petulant statement, his heart swelling at the dopey concern that Regulus is giving.

"You do enough, baby," James murmurs, kissing his forehead. "You’re always enough. Every single time."

"Good," Regulus smiles, burying his head against James’ neck and placing a sleepy kiss to the skin there. "'Cause I don’t think I can wake up to wear you out more."

James just tightens his hold, rubbing Regulus’ back until the younger man drifts back to sleep.

James relishes in the moment for a little bit longer. He just holds the man he’s grown to love, feel the warmth of his body, listens to the rhythmic sounds of his breathing.

He startles when Regulus, who he thought had drifted back to sleep, breaks the silence around them.

"What's on your mind?" He asks.

"I thought you went back to sleep?"

"You're thinking too loud," Regulus grumbles, and then, he presses a kiss onto James' collarbone and adds, "I can't sleep if something might be bothering you."

"Nothings bothering me," James assures honestly.

"Then what's keeping you up?"

"I'm happy," James admits softly, throat thick with emotion. "Being here with you, it makes me so bloody happy, Reg. You make me happy.

"You make me happy too," Regulus says, seemingly without hesitation. He sighs, shifting his head back and moving it onto his pillow. He doesn't move far, but far enough that it allows them both to roll onto their sides and face each other. "It scares the shit out of me though."

James watches the vulnerability be painted clear as day on Regulus' face. The moonlight shines through the open curtains perfectly, casting a white glow into the bed and Regulus' face, illuminating the sharp cuts of his cheekbones and jaw, the curve of his nose, the contrast of his pearly white skin and his black hair.

"It scares me too," James admits, and Regulus instantly relaxes. "It's okay, Reg. It's meant to be scary. It means we're allowing ourselves to open up, to be vulnerable and intimate. It's scary because we're scared of it stopping."

"I don't want it to stop," Regulus whispers, voice almost shaking. "I... I don't want to lose you."

James' heart cracks, unable to stop himself from reaching out. He brushes a curl off Regulus' forehead behind his ear, and then he strokes his cheek.

"It's not going to stop," James assures him. "I'm not going anywhere, baby."

After everything they've been through already, after all the elements pulling them apart, the wedges shoved between them, they've still managed to find themselves again. They've won every game of push and pull, and James will be damned if ever lets Regulus go with an easy fight.

"You can't scare me off, Regulus Black," James adds, flashing Regulus a smile. "I hate to break it to you, but you're stuck with me."

Regulus stares at him for a moment, eyes fleeting across his face as if looking for the lie. When he seems to realise that James is telling the truth, his eyes soften, the fear falling from his face. He reaches up and grabs the hand caressing his cheekbone, interlocking their fingers. When he kisses James' knuckles, he can't help but grin as his own chest feels with warmth.

"I'm happy to be stuck with you," Regulus says.

James grins, letting out a relieved and happy laugh.

"I don't want to go home," Regulus confesses, quietly. "I want to stay here forever."

James feels the same, but he also can't help but feel that he doesn't care where they go, whether it be home or another holiday. As long as he's with Reg, he can go anywhere and be happy.

"I don't see London as home anymore," James admits.

Regulus frowns. "Why?"

"They say that home is where the heart is, and my heart doesn't belong to London," James explains. "If home is where the heart is, then my home is you."

"You're such a sap, James Potter."

"I'm serious!" James shakes his head. "Whenever I'm with you, I feel at home."

"I feel at home with you too," Regulus replies, kissing him slowly, softly. When they pull away, Regulus tucks his head into James' chest and pulls him close. James sighs, melting into the bed and moulding himself around the smaller body against him.

After a few minutes of silence, Regulus mutters, "I'd still rather stay in Greece than go back to London, though."

James can't help but laugh, nodding. "A life of sun, sex and no work? I can't blame you."

"And tequila," Regulus adds, voice slurring with sleep once more.

"If I ever win the lottery, we'll move here."

"Thats a good plan."

— tbc.