One of Us | Jegulus

Twenty-Two

There was a knock on his door. Regulus was sitting on the centre of his bed, leaning on the headboard and staring at the opposite wall. He'd finished his book half an hour ago but simply was too lazy to fetch another one.
"Yes?" he called, thankful for the interruption of his boredom.

It was James, as expected. He shut the door with a kick and closed up to Regulus.
"Here to tell you that the girls are arriving soon."
"Oh, okay."
"What were you doing?" James asked, sitting down on the bed as well.
"Nothing, really. I've probably soon read every single book in your house."
James chuckled. "I think so too. Merlin, you're even worse than Moony!"
"Well, there isn't much else to do here, so it's not my fault."

"Oh, there's plenty to do here," James responded casually and straddled Regulus.

"James!" Regulus hissed, half agitated and half amused.
"Yes?" he answered innocently and leaned down. Their lips almost touched, only an inch apart,
"You can't always do this!" Regulus mumbled, but he didn't pull away.

"You want me to leave?" James teased and drew back slightly.
"Prick," Regulus muttered and gripped James' waist to keep him in place.
James' grin was the widest yet. He knew he'd won. He placed his hands on the back of Regulus' head and pulled him close.
Finally, their lips met.

Regulus wasn't sure if he did everything right but James seemed to like it. Their lips moved in unison, almost automatically. It just fit together, it just made sense.
Regulus could've continued like this forever but James clearly wanted more.

He began to move on Regulus' lap, pushing against him. As Regulus' pleasure started to build up, so did his guilt, but he tried to push the negative thoughts away.
This is okay, he assured himself. This is okay because it doesn't mean anything.

James withdrew and Regulus feared the worst, that it had been all to humiliate him, that James would now be disgusted with him. But he smirked at Regulus before lowering his head again, now dedicating all his attention to Regulus' exposed throat.
He couldn't hold back a slight moan, too surprised by the intensity of the kisses. It felt incredible.
He dug his fingers in James' hips and lolled his head to the side for James to reach more of his sensitive skin.

One of James' hands found his, grasped it and guided it beneath his own waistband. He let Regulus touch him.
First, Regulus flinched slightly back but then he felt a sudden wave of courage and did what he hoped felt good to James.
To his own relief it worked: James' breath suddenly hitched and he started to pant against Regulus' throat.

Regulus figured he heard voices downstairs but it might have been his imagination. Even if, he couldn't care less about it at this moment. All he cared about was James.

He felt the tension building up inside him and suddenly he longed for even more.
He tried to tell James without telling him. He got his attention when he retrieved his fingers. James made a disappointed sound that was immediately suffocated by Regulus' lips.

When James pulled away again, he was smirking mischievously.
"I like this side of you... all demanding," he grinned.
"Shut up," Regulus muttered, shoved James from his lap and climbed atop him.
James immediately grabbed his hips while Regulus tugged on James' shirt to pull it off. With his help they both soon had stripped off all their clothes.

James jerked up his hips and Regulus pushed back down, gasping at their touch.

He wasn't entirely sure of what would follow next and James used his moment of hesitation to take over control, turning them around so he now towered over Regulus.
Slipping one knee between Regulus' legs he pushed them slightly apart.