CANNONBALL ⇒ jegulus

FOURTEEN

They pull apart, James' hands still gripping Regulus' waist while Regulus' hands linger on James' face, taking in his expression as he pulls away.

"James..." Regulus whispers. "Shit-"

But James has already pulled him back in, reconnecting their lips and deepening the kiss. As James' tongue enters his mouth, Regulus feels as though he's been transported back to the night it all started. James' hands tug him closer, their bodies pressed together.

This time, James pulls away. "Reg...I-I...fuck, sorry," He exhales. "Shit, this is all a lot and you're bloody pregnant and I-" He cuts himself off. "And I don't want to confuse you-"

Regulus pauses with a small sigh, looking down for a quick moment. "James," He whispers, his grey eyes dart back up to see James. "I'm pregnant, yeah? Worst case scenario is we never talk to each other again and this baby only gets one parent. There are worse things that can happen other than me being confused," He bites his lip.

James gently cups a hand to his face. "What happened to normal, eh?"

"What happened to normal when you asked to kiss me?" Regulus shoots back playfully. He sighs once more before, "Look, we've already went back on just being friends by snogging one another, so we might as well finish out the job, eh? Just for one night," He looks to the hand of James' that remains on his belly. "And if we hate it, blame it on hormones," He tries to joke.

James shakes his head, clenching his jaw before, "Bed. God, get on the bed now, Reg," He orders. "If we hate it, he says," He scoffs softly. "Fuck, how could I hate this, you fool?"

Regulus doesn't need to be told twice. With a giddy grin, he lays flat on the bed; his legs spread slightly, James tugging up his brand new nightgown.

"Just make me come, okay?" Regulus utters breathlessly. "If this is the first and last time we let this fuckin' happen, I want it to be bloody good, James,"

James nods. "I'll make it good, I'll take care of you," He promises. "This is the only time, though, isn't it?"

"Yes," Regulus breaths, promising himself that they're only doing this to get it out of their systems.

“I’m gonna make you come untouched,” James declares in a whisper, muttering into the skin of Regulus' thighs as he ducks his head. He licks a stripe up each, stopping just short of where it matters.

Regulus is shivering with pleasure and anticipation and James palms himself a little roughly at the sound of his desperate whines.

“I’ve never come untouched,” Regulus manages to say in between his deep, bone-rattling moans that James hopes that his elder brother down the hall can't hear. The last thing he needs right now is Sirius catching them preforming an act they've vowed to do now and now only. "B-but lube’s in the top drawer if you want to try.” He whispers.

“Jesus, this hotel's staff needs a ruddy raise," James smirks before, "Try, my arse,” James laughs as he fumbles for it in the semi-darkness. “I’m gonna achieve it, you beautiful, sexy git.”

“How on earth do you manage to make an insult turn me on even more?” Regulus gasps as the cold tip of James' long finger circles his arsehole tantalizingly.

“How on earth are you still so verbose?” James counters, biting down on his bottom lip as if in an attempt to shut him up. “I want you incoherent. I want to fuck the ability to string words into sentences out of you. Writer or not,” He finally pushes in a finger and crooks it to elicit a shuddering breath that makes him grin. “That’s more like it.”

“You’re fucking unbelievable,” Regulus cries out as a skilled finger brushes against his prostrate. "Oh yeah, oh f-fuck, right there, oh y-yeah," He gasps.