games and james
Regulus POV:
I walk forward and I lean in, picturing what James' lips would taste like against mine. Would they be soft, or would they be rough? Would they have a more sweet or savory taste to them? I pause, doubt flooding my body. "You're a dumbass, James. The answer to that question is looking right at you and you can't take the hint. "What was that for? And what do you mean it's staring at me?" Sometimes I wonder how I, in all my brilliance, had fallen for this absolute idiot.
I shake my head, my smile loud, and slightly out of place considering the situation at hand, on my face. "Let's go get me cleaned up."
The way James is looking at me compels me to compare him to a confused puppy. And all he said was, "Yeah... let's."
He turns back around and opens the door to the bathroom, urging me inside before he closes the door behind us.
He turns away from closing and locking the door and faces me again. "Regulus, take off your shirt."
"I would prefer to be wined and dined first. I see that manners are clearly not at hand here though. Shows up to my dorm, yells at me, and is now ever so graciously demanding I get half naked. Everyone was lying when they said you were a charismatic gentleman." Ok so maybe I wasn't as blind as him. I had realized how he felt only a few months after I realized how I felt. But can't a gay kid have some fun around here?
"I- That's not- I don't- I didn't mean-" He sighs, an obvious blush creeping onto his face, " Just do it won't you?"
"That's no fun, what happened to the other person taking off their partner's shirt? Chivalry must be dead." It's fun to tease him.
"You want me to do it for you? Fine I will." I laughed because there is just no way he is being serious right now. Or I thought that until he was standing in front of me reaching for my shirt.
I looked up from his hand moving towards me and into his face. His stupid smirk is on his face. He's catching on.
"Are you ok with this?" He whispered to me before he took it off.
All I did was nod. I couldn't speak. James Potter was like a drug, he got me all high and once I start, I know I'll never be able to stop.
He carefully peels the shirt off of me and we make eye contact. It's intoxicating, I know at once that I need him. And I need him fast.
"Um, we should probably get me cleaned up... you know, infections and all." I laugh nervously. I knew something almost happened, and I couldn't let it happen. Sirius was okay with me being mates with his best mate. He said it was like 'his brothers were finally becoming brothers with each other too.' But he most likely wouldn't be too thrilled with his best mate making moves on his little brother.
He's staring directly at my lips.
"James? Are you ok?" He needs to focus; on whatever it is he's going to do that will be so much better than how I take care of my cuts.
"What?" His head snaps up to meet mine. "Oh yeah um, I'm fine. Let's get down to it!" He rushes his statement as if he can't trust what words will come out of his mouth and he needs to beat anything he doesn't want to be said.
He grabs some potion out of his pocket and applies it to my arms. It doesn't hurt but it tingles on the cuts. I have no clue what it is or why he has it with him.
"What is this?"
"Hm? Oh, the potion? It's just a healing potion. I have a bottle of it with me at all times. I've carried it around ever since the first time I found you with cuts. I never wanted to have to leave you alone to get something to help ever again, I wanted to be able to stay with you the whole time. And my friends and I aren't exactly the smartest people, so it just felt good to have it on standby 24/7." He carries it... for me?
I stare at him blankly. "You could always just trust that I know how to deal with my cuts, you don't have to carry that around all the time."
He laughs and shakes his head with a smile. "Oh, my sweet Reggie, what will we ever do with you? I know you can do it yourself, I just thought that I could help with the ones you can't reach or something. I know what you truly mean 'Thank you, James!! You are so nice and very handsome and hot!!!'"
"I would never end my statement with 'You are so handsome and hot' because that's dumb. And because I'm not a fangirl so I don't feel the need to incorporate your level of attractiveness into every other sentence."
"My level of attractiveness? So, you've thought about it?" Again, with him and his stupid fucking smirk. He knows what he's doing, and I don't like it.
"Maybe I have, maybe I haven't. Who knows really?"
"No really, tell me how attractive you think I am. I need to know, for scientific purposes." His smirk. He needs to stop with the smirk. I swear my legs give out when he smirks at me.
"I would but I don't know if you'd like your rating. Don't want to hurt your ego or anything." I take another step toward him with every word. I don't stop until our chests are almost touching.
"I promise I'll take whatever rating you give me without complaint." He whispers to me, our faces very close together.
"Nah, your ego is astronomical, and I don't want to take the honor of humbling you. I'm sure Lily wants to hurt it more; you should let her reject you again."
"I will if you want me to. I'll do anything you want me to, just say the word and I'm there and doing it." He's looking at my lips. We're too close. He's going to do something he regrets. I need to step back, but I can't, it's as if I'm an addict and James is my drug. I need to clear my head. I need to turn my emotions off.
I step back and clear my throat.
"Um, I need you to leave. JUST FOR A MINUTE!!"
"Why? Did that make you uncomfortable? Oh, merlin it probably did. I am so-"
"JAMES!!" I interrupt, "It's fine, I just have some cuts on my thighs that I need to pull my trousers down to get and I didn't want to just do that out of nowhere."
"Oh. Um, do you need any help with that?" Oh god, that smirk.
"I- uh- um." I know I must be blushing like a madman.
"You know because you needed help with your shirt, so I thought maybe you might need some help getting those trousers off." He's feigning innocence. He knows damn well what he's doing.
"And what if I do?" Two can play this game.
It was his turn to blush. He plays it off well. "Well then, I guess I should help you out with it. After all, that's what a gentleman would do."
He walks towards me.
He pulls me into him by pulling me by the top of my trousers. Our chests are only a centimeter apart. His breath hot on my neck.
He unbuttons the top button on my trousers. His hands brushed against my stomach while doing so. His touch was soft and careful.
My breath hitches as he unzips my fly.
It's too much. I want it to stop. "James. Please, stop." I manage to choke out.
He removes his hands and steps back immediately. "Right, I'll go wait for you to apply it onto your thighs." He places the potion on the counter and walks out of the bathroom.
I take my trousers down a bit and put the potion on my thighs. I wait for it to dry before pulling my pants back up and opening the bathroom door.
He startles with the door opening. "Oh! Hi Regulus. Do your thighs feel better?" He stammers throughout the sentence as if he's embarrassed.
"They feel less itchy. And it's ok James. You didn't do anything wrong."
"No, I made you uncomfortable, I'm sorry." He's too good for me.
I step toward him. I'm standing right in front of him again. "Trust me James, what you did was perfectly fine."
His eyes are on my lips again.
He says, "Oh yeah?"
I lick my lips and stare at his. "Yeah, very much yeah."
"Well, that's good to know." He moves closer, filling in the gap between us.
He grabs my chin and lightly pulls my head up, moving my eyes from his lips up to his eyes.
He leans down.
I lean up.
And when our lips touch, it feels like heaven. He tastes like pumpkin and coffee.
The world seems to light up when we kiss. It's as if sparks are truly flying off of us and into the world like little fireflies.
His tongue darts across my bottom lip. I pull back.
He whines at the loss of my lips.
I laugh. "Enjoying yourself too much there James?"
His smile is bigger than I've ever seen, he looks like he just won the world. "I think this is the perfect reaction to getting the boy made of stone to like me back."
"You're ridiculous."