ROCKSTAR ⇒ jegulus

TWO

The man, James isn't even sure he can be considered a man, given his boyish charms and his innocent, youthful appearance, sat opposite James in a busy, hectic, local café surely can not be the same man that James had shared an evening with.

The man that James had slept with had been wild, and enticing, and charming, and enchanting, and bold, and full of a never ending wit that had James lustful for days after.

But this man, this man is wearing a pale blue button up, a red tie hangs loosely around his skinny neck, and white trainers that seem to not fit the rest of his attire.

James has never met somebody that he did not necessarily like as a person. But something about Regulus' character and sullen demeanor tells James that he is about to meet the first person to challenge that.

Regulus Black clears his throat. "So, um, pregnant? You're pregnant then?" He says in a wearily tone, his voice low. His coffee, black and unsweetened and James thinks this is definitely not the most boring thing about Sirius' little brother, sits before him; untouched and steaming.

James adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose, nodding hesitently. "Yeah," He replies. "Yeah, m'pregnant,"

"And...and you're absolutely sure of this?" Regulus questions him.

James wants to snort. Given his status as a rising star in the music world, he wonders if he should even entertain how ironic it is that Regulus may just assume that James is babytrapping him. It should be the other way around, should it not? Regulus babytrapping the ever so slightly famous James?

"Yes. I'm sure. Peed on a stick and all. Now, I haven't brought said stick with me, and I'm glad I haven't, because you genuinely don't seem like the kind that would enjoy that," James shoots.

Regulus brings his mug of coffee to his lips. "Ah," He hums. "This is why my brother likes you," He mumbles. "Because, maybe, you're apparently just as self assured as he is, mmh?"

"I don't think you get to make comments right now, actually," James snaps slightly.

"Right now? Oh, so I get to make them eventually?" Regulus shoots right back. Maybe he is still the witty guy James had taken to bed. "Let me know when I'm near the top of the waiting list then, will you?"

"Is this all a joke to you?"

"Forgive me, James, for questioning your certainty, it's an obvious mistake on my part," Regulus apologizes, blinking his silvery eyes. James can tell that he doesn't mean it. His eyes are just like Sirius' and James wonders how he has missed the similarity between the stranger he had hauled on stage and his own best friend.

Sirius is much more ruggedly handsome, however. But, that is not to say that Regulus himself is not handsome. His attractiveness, however, falls more into the delicate, fragile category. He is more, dare James even think it, prince like, than Sirius is. He is sure that Sirius would have his head over such a thought, but there is something truly so royal about the younger of the two; the way in which he carries himself, his mannerisms. It is almost a combination of haughtiness and sheer charm.

He has sharper features than Sirius, perhaps a more agular chin and his hair curls more than Sirius' does. It is shorter too, his ears are unpierced and James can not, for the life of him, recall if the man before him had any tattoos when they had slept together. Regulus is completely juxtaposed to Sirius, aesthetic wise. But feature wise, they are strikingly similar and James is kicking himself for not realizing, somehow. Perhaps it had been the dim stage lighting?

James sighs. "Look, I didn't ask you here to bloody argue with you, because if you're anything like Sirius; I am not going to win that fight, am I?" He speaks bluntly. "Let's just cut to the point, I'm pregnant, it's yours, I'm keeping the baby-"