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It’s a game.
It’s always a game.
The lights flicker, striking across the room in a kaleidoscope of colours, and it’s crammed from wall to wall; gyrating bodies, tables with spilt drinks, and an abundance of glitter. Booths line two of the walls, but James isn’t looking there. He won’t be there.
Someone brushes past him, a dainty hand dragging across his shoulders. James doesn’t bother looking down. It’s not him. He knows his touch by now, the way his fingers feel against his skin.
He heads for the bar, ordering something sweet. The bartender hands him the cocktail without a word, tapping his card against the reader, and disappearing off to the next in waiting. James sips and waits.
It doesn’t take long.
Regulus is beautiful, emerging from the crowd with his hair tousled as if someone has been running their fingers through it. There’s a glowing blush on his cheeks, and he moves with ease. Tilting his head and smiling at James teasingly.
“You could’ve at least tried a little harder. You were so easy to find,” he says, leaning on his elbows against the bar. James only tips towards him slightly.
“You little shit.”
He laughs, ignoring him in favour of asking the bartender for three vodka shots. They appear on the counter just as quickly as James’ had, and he downs the first one; tipping his head back, and exposing his pale, unmarked neck. Licking his lips, Regulus places the empty shot glass on the counter.
“So, how’s my brother?” Regulus asks, talking close to his ear. The music is so loud that James can feel it thud through the floor.
“You want to talk about your brother right now?” Pulling away, James watches as Regulus raises his brows, unimpressed. “He’s fine. Taking Remus to dinner tonight I think.”
Nodding, he says, “That’s sweet. I’m glad he’s happy.”
“You could always talk to him yourself, I know he’d be happy to hear from you.”
That wasn’t the right thing to say. Regulus’ face pinches a little, and instead of responding, he takes the next shot. James sips on his drink, having finished at least half. It’s not his first, and they’ve all been a little weak so far.
“So, whilst my brother is taking his boyfriend on a lovely date, you went out with his younger brother?” He asks, biting his lip in an attempt to hide his smile.
Ever since they started this – whatever this is – Regulus has been amused by the fact that James hasn’t mentioned it to Sirius.
That’s for one reason and one reason only. He’d go crazy .
Whilst Regulus and Sirius have no relationship at all and haven’t seen each other in years, he’s still protective of his younger brother, and James doesn’t have a death wish. So when they decide to go out, he either makes sure that Sirius is busy, or he makes up a lie.
Sure, it’s not good, but it’s part of the game.
“Come dance with me.”
Downing the last shot with ease, he takes his hand in his, and James only has a few seconds to put down his drink before Regulus is tugging him into the crowd. He’s got a knack for weaving through, ducking under arms, and boldly walking between couples as if he wouldn’t go spare if someone did that to them.
Regulus turns around, dragging his fingers across James’ biceps, winding his arms around his neck. Almost instinctively, James slides through his belt loops, tugging him closer. Their bodies press together, and he’s stuck on Regulus’ eyes, which are glimmering with confidence, narrowed and surrounded by smudges of black. His mouth tilts into a tantalising smirk.
God. This isn’t a good idea. It’s never a good idea, yet James shows up every time Regulus’ text pings on his phone. One day, Sirius will find out, and this will all come to an end. It doesn’t matter. It’s just sex. Sex with Regulus is something he can live without. Right?
How did this even begin? James remembers walking into this same bar six months ago, planning to pick up some guy and go home. Only he didn’t expect that to be Sirius’ younger brother. It was fast and desperate in the alley behind the club, a rippling privacy ward around them, cast poorly by James who was amid having his dick sucked.
In his arms, Regulus spins to face away from him, hips pointedly pushing back into James. Fuck. He swears if he gets hard in the middle of the crowd, he’ll melt into the floor. James slides his hands up the front of his shirt, lightly caressing all the soft skin.
“I’m thinking the bathroom,” Regulus says nonchalantly, voice barely discernible above the music which is awful tonight by the way.
James rolls his eyes, amused. Responding by murmuring next to his ear, “Classy. I was thinking my living room.”
He stills for a moment before whirling around, Regulus’ eyes wide. “Do you mean that?”
Oh? Was that a step too far? Regulus’ face gives almost nothing away, besides the fact he’s nervous. There are two ways he could play this. James could laugh, and say let’s fuck in the bathroom or he could properly invite him back to his apartment – which he conveniently shares with Sirius, but Regulus doesn’t need to know that.
“Yeah. I mean, wouldn’t you rather be comfy? That way I can take my time with you,” he says, carefully studying his unwavering expression. “I’ll take you apart piece by piece. First, you on your knees–”
Regulus smashes their lips together in the most undignified manner. It’s clumsy and messy, James’ hands tug his hips closer, Regulus’ hands sliding through his hair desperately.
It’s nothing like he’s ever felt before, waves of desire coursing through his body, and he knows, right then and there, that he’s taking Regulus home. He wants to see him on his knees in his living room, mouth open and ready.
His teeth sink into Regulus’ bottom lip, tugging it towards him, and then James kisses him harder, feeling heady. Their bodies roll together, his erection impossibly hard, and he knows he can’t take this much longer.
Regulus grabs his hand, pulling him through the crowd.
The icy air scrapes against his skin when they get outside, and James winces at the sudden change. He pulls him into the alley, glancing around, telling James to apparate them before they both freeze to death.
Rolling his eyes, James mutters, “You’re so impatient.”
He shoves his shoulder, and James does as he’s told, fishing his wand from his jeans and doing one last check. There’s definitely nobody around. So taking Regulus’ hand, he apparates them into his living room.
A shudder runs through his spine as they rip straight through the wards, and James really hopes Sirius didn’t feel that.
James carelessly tosses his wand onto the couch, cupping his face and tugging Regulus into another kiss.
He’ll never get bored with kissing him, the way Regulus positively melts, whimpering against his lips. It makes James never want to lay a hand on anyone else ever again, and devote himself entirely to Regulus. Oh , if that isn’t a dangerous thought. There’s not meant to be anything between them, nothing permanent. It’s meant to satiate them both. Their personal lives are too busy to go looking for something more.
The first time they kissed, it was uncoordinated and desperate, as if they’d finally found what they’d been looking for. When they’d finished, James did up his trousers, pressed a brief kiss to Regulus’ cheek, headed out and went home. It was good.
Now he needs more.
How is he ever going to sleep with anyone ever again when Regulus is right here, so willing and perfect?
James slips his tongue inside his waiting mouth, their slick kiss deepening.
“Fuck,” Regulus lets out shakily as they part.
“On your knees.”
The simple command has Regulus sinking down, licking his lips. His hands nimbly unbutton his jeans, pulling the belt from its loops and tossing it to the side. James brushes his hair out of his face, feeling Regulus lean into his touch.
He lets out a hiss as his cock is pulled free, the cold of the apartment stark against his skin. Regulus stares up at him, gaze unwavering as he takes James into his mouth, left hand wrapped around the base. Fuck. James groans, hand tightening in his hair as a pavlovian response.
Regulus sucks on just the tip, rolling his tongue over the head, and sliding it between the slit.
He’s so fucking hard, and James doesn’t think he’s ever been this turned on in his life.
“God, Reg. You’re fucking gorgeous like this,” he says as Regulus sinks down further, taking almost his entire length. What he can't do, he pumps with his hand. James wouldn’t say he’s huge or hung, maybe a little above average in length, and Regulus seems to love it, drooling every single time.
His cock hits the back of his throat, and he gags slightly, saliva pooling at the corners of his mouth.
James pushes him down further, asking, “What do you want?”
Regulus whines, the vibrations from his throat sending waves of pleasure through James. His eyes narrow, annoyed by his inability to reply.
“What’s that?” James mocks. “Sorry, baby. I can’t understand what you’re saying.”
That’s when he lets him up, and Regulus coughs, glaring at him. “Asshole.”
“Oh, you can still speak.” He feigns being upset, pouting. “Open.”
Regulus parts his lips, they’re a rouge colour and glistening with precome and spit. Patting his cock against his bottom lip, James watches as he grows frustrated.
“I swear to God, Potter.”
Letting out a little laugh, he slips his cock into his mouth, guiding Regulus down to the base, and this time he takes the whole thing. Tears well in his eyes, Regulus swallowing around his dick, cheeks hollowing obscenely. Bloody hell. He’s beautiful.
His hips move shallowly, fucking his face as the pleasure pools in his abdomen, a fiery heat that makes James want to come down his throat, but he has better plans. Ones that involve him laying Regulus’ out and turning him into a sobbing, babbling mess. The tears roll down his cheeks, smudging the black.
“That’s it.” James lets him up, and Regulus pants, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth.
He helps him to his feet, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.
Smirking, he asks, “Will you suck me off now?”
“Of course.”
It’s only fair after all. James draws him closer, fingers quickly undoing the buttons on his shirt, and pushing it from his shoulders. Then as he undoes his top button, Regulus tries to help him with the zipper, and James bats his hands away, scoffing.
“Let me do it,” he says, pushing the trousers down to reveal sodden boxers. “Lie on the sofa, sweetheart.”
Regulus has this perfect flush running up his body, the tips of his ears red. He runs a hand through his unruly hair before climbing onto the sofa, propping his head up on the arm, and James settles between his eagerly spread legs.
He darts down, pressing kisses to his chest, and in response, Regulus wraps his legs around his waist, tugging him closer. A pleased feeling traverses through James, and he laps over his nipples, the scars a few inches beneath them, and then down his stomach. He shuffles backwards, circling his belly button, and then near the waistband of his boxers.
All this time Regulus is wriggling beneath him, trying to roll his hips up to get some form of pleasure, but James denies him until then.
Swiping his tongue over him through the fabric of the boxers, James feels Regulus keen beneath him, moaning. He then moves away, pressing kisses to his thighs, lightly sucking the skin there. It’s enough to form a red mark.
“I– I swear, I’ll kill you if you don’t do something,” he mutters, sounding punched out.
James grins, sitting up. “On the edge already?”
“Fuck you. Nowhere near.”
“We’ll see about that.” Maybe he’s a little overconfident.
Sliding his thumbs under the waistband, he pulls them down and tosses them to the side. James’ warm fingers slide over the wetness, pressing endless kisses to Regulus’ lips until he becomes annoyed again, tugging him into a real one.
Regulus’ tongue slips across his bottom lip, and he lets out a sudden moan when James rubs over his clit. “Fu– Fuck, James. More.”
“More?” He asks against his mouth.
“I hate you.”
“You’re so grouchy when you’re horny. Did you know that?”
James hums as he circles his hole before returning his attention back to his clit.
Shuddering beneath him, Regulus pushes his hips up, trying to seek more. “Please, James. Please.”
“Want me to suck your cock now?”
The question is rhetoric. James kisses him one last time, shuffling back down. He spreads his legs further, admiring the silky skin. His cock twitches at the thought of him being buried inside him soon, and fuck, that thought alone is enough to make precome leak from his cock.
“Fucking hell, James. Touch me.”
“I am touching you,” he says, running his tongue across his thigh.
Making an indignant noise, he protests, “You know what I mean.”
“Mm. I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, you’ll crave it. Then I’ll memorise all the little noises you make, and I’ll save them for later.”
Regulus groans.
Sirius briefly enters his mind because James is really going to shag his brother again. Fuck. Why does he continue to beat himself up about this? It’s probably their fiftieth fuck by now. It’s stupid.
Ducking down, James licks across his wet clit in one long stripe, feeling Regulus’ hands shoot down, grabbing onto his hair.
“Fuck. More.”
A swirl of pride forms in his chest, and he sucks hard. James is so desperate to make this good, make it better than any of the other times they’ve done this. His fingers grip Regulus’ thighs so tightly, he’s sure there will be bruises in the morning. Regulus writhes beneath him, a litany of curses falling from his lips.
“Shit– Oh, fuck. It feels so good. Fuck.”
His back arches, fingers digging into his hair, and it stings, but pleasantly. James’ arousal presses against the sofa, and he knows he’s going to have to clean this up later.
Two of his fingers slip inside him, and Regulus gasps, making his heart flutter. His hips jerk as he slowly pumps them in and out, still relentlessly teasing him. Regulus grinds into his face, one of his hands coming to hold his thigh up, the other still in his hair.
“Oh– Oh, shit. Jamie–”
Fuck. James squeezes his eyes closed as his mouth falls lax briefly. The nickname sends pulses of pleasure down his spine. He hates it when anyone else says it, but when Regulus does, it sounds like Heaven on Earth.
“Good boy,” he murmurs, feeling Regulus tremble beneath him as his fingers press against that spot inside him. “Oh, you like that?”
Regulus gets out, “I’m going to hit you after this. You better fuck me now.”
Now?
Cruelly, James removes his mouth and fingers. Regulus’ eyes shoot open, a murderous look crossing his face.
“I was so close,” he whines.
“You said to fuck you now,” he responds with a little shrug, climbing off the sofa.
James pushes his trousers down, along with his boxers, and he runs a hand over his length, a bead of pre-come forming at the tip. “I hope you know I’m not going to last long.”
“Good. Where’s the condom?”
“Eager much?” James fishes for the condom in one of the drawers in the coffee table.
Kneeling up, Regulus takes it from his hand, tearing it open. He strokes along James’ length once or twice before pinching the condom and rolling it on. There’s a frantic pulse in his cock, and Regulus smiles up at him. He’s perfect, and James wants him forever.
“On your back, baby. Come on,” James orders, trying to push all of those feelings to the back of his mind.
Regulus lies down, gazing up at him with slightly glassy eyes as he spreads his legs. He climbs in between them, hands gripping his hips tightly, and tugging him closer. Letting out a little squeak from the manhandling, Regulus hooks his legs over his hips.
There’s nothing between them now, and his hips roll deliberately against his clit, almost needy and desperate with it. James is barely clinging onto his last strands of sanity. He wants to give in, let himself succumb to the desire, the delicious friction between their bodies amplified by whatever this electricity is between them.
Placing his hands on his shoulders, Regulus tugs him down so they can kiss, lazily moving their tongues together, James’ hips work up a grinding rhythm, the condom becoming coated in his slick. Regulus ducks down slightly, attaching to his neck and sucking roughly.
“Fuck, Regulus,” he groans, eyes squeezing closed as Regulus sinks his teeth into the base of his neck. James gasps, a sharp pain filling him. It’ll be visible tomorrow, but he wants him to do it again, and again, and again.
As if sensing this, Regulus tends to another part of his neck, sucking and then biting. James keens, grip tightening painfully on his hips, his tongue skims over the wound.
“Fuck me,” he whispers against his ear.
James lets go of his hips for a moment, just to grip his cock and line it up. Then he’s sinking in and oh fuck. He’s so tight and warm. Regulus cries out, ankles locking around his back.
“James,” he whimpers.
“That’s it, Reg.” James straightens up a little, thrusting slowly and deeply into him. One hand grips his hip, the other holding himself up near Regulus’ shoulder, fingers splayed against the sofa.
That familiar coil of pleasure builds in him all too quickly. He moves the hand on his hip to rub his thumb over his clit. Regulus moans, mouth falling open, brows knitting together as his hands grip James’ forearms, nails digging in. “So– So good.”
“You feel so fucking tight. Did you know that?” He praises, head tilting towards the ceiling, hips rolling faster.
Looping his arm around his neck, Regulus kisses him again. Their tongues meet in the middle, messily colliding, and he pulls out almost all the way out before burying himself in him again.
Regulus’ babbling becomes incoherent, a stream of curses and pleads. “ Shit. Jamie. Oh, fuck. You have to go faster. Please, James.”
His nails rake against his back, and James shudders .
“Harder, please. Harder.”
Even though the bouts of burning pleasure, James keeps brushing against his clit, the pace consistent, he knows Regulus likes that. “You’re perfect. You know that right? God, Regulus.”
“James, please. I need to come. Need it so badly,” he says, voice whiny, and James doesn’t even know why he’s begging. He’ll give him everything he wants.
“Come on then, baby. Do it for me.”
All it takes is for James to push deep inside of him. He sobs, throwing his head back against the sofa, back arching. He comes, a fresh wave of slick coating his cock, and James groans, knowing he’s not far from his own orgasm.
Regulus blinks up at him, cheeks pink. He finds James’ neck, lazily lapping at it, nipping sharply.
Fuck.
“Come on, James,” he whispers. “Come for me. Want it so badly. Nobody fucks me like you do.”
Later, James will try to convince himself it’s not those words that make him come, and he’ll fail because it is. The promise of something else. James ruts, emptying into the condom, head hanging down, Regulus’ teeth sinking into his neck with a hot, blinding white spike of pleasure.
He slips out of him, noticing the wince on his partner’s face. James mutters a quick apology, pulling the condom off and tying it. Without being bothered to throw it away, he leaves it next to his trousers.
Then his attention turns back to Regulus. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”
As promised, Regulus smacks his arm. “Don’t look so smug.”
Catching his hand, James peppers wet, small kisses down his wrist, unable to contain his smile. Regulus is sweaty, blushing and bloody perfect. He bends down, scooping him up.
“Don’t hit me. You came,” he says as Regulus winds himself around him.
“Shut up.”
James laughs, guiding them towards the bedroom.
“Where are we going?”
“My room.”
“Oh,” Regulus murmurs against his ear. “Are we going to sleep?”
He nods. “Yeah, we are. Is that okay with you?”
“Uh-huh.”
Dropping him on the bed, James pulls the sheets over him and heads back out to pick up their clothes and the condom.
On the way he spots his reflection in the mirror, hair sticking up, a series of hickeys and bite marks on his neck that will surely turn purple tomorrow. Fuck.
He loves them.
Grabbing their stuff, he goes back into the bedroom, Regulus has curled up, face no longer visible. James climbs in after him, pleased when he moves to rest his head against James’ chest.
“Goodnight.”
“Night, Reg.”
Oh, Sirius isn’t going to be amused when he flings open the bedroom door, excited to tell James about his date, only to realise his brother is there.
It’s fine. James will explain it's just a game.
There are no feelings between them.
None at all.