Paint It... Potter?

Breakfast

Regulus wished he could say that was the first, and last  time, he would be waking up in James Potter's bead with a slamming hangover. But well, history was doomed to repeat itself.

Unlike the times before their shirts had remained on, and unfortunately, they had not passionately made out. James was a proper gentleman. It was infuriating how he could speak to Regulus with that sultry voice and then do absolutely nothing. James Potter. The world's biggest tease.

Regulus huffed and rolled over, looking at his annoyingly perfect face. He hated it. It was completely unnatural for somebody to look that good while asleep. Or so Regulus had thought.

"Morning." James said, eyes still closed. His voice thick with sleep. Regulus froze, like a deer in headlights.

"I know you're awake," James said again, still unmoving.

"No, I'm not," Regulus replied.

"Whatever you say, love," James said, pulling the blankets up to his chin. Regulus subconsciously slid closer. James met him halfway, and Regulus attached himself to James.

"I'm not good for you, James." Regulus said with a sigh as he fit himself to the older boy. James hummed in return, brushing his hand over Regulus hair.

"Mary, get the camera." He knew it was too good to be true. He burrowed his head deep into James's chest.

"Way ahead of you lils." Regulus didn't dare look he could tell from the large flash the picture had already been taken. He was now placed eternally in this bed. Not too bad of idea, actually.

"Alright, come on, you tossers." Lily said, pulling at the sheets.

"You two better be wearing pants." Mary said, helping the other girl.

"Fuck off Macdonald." Regulus said still not moving. James laughed and the sound echoed through him.

"Oh, come on, we even made breakfast."

"What did you make?" Regulus asked, opening one eye to look at the pair standing over him.

"Over easy eggs served up  in an ashtray." She saidbendingdown to look him in the eyes.  The description mixed with her strong mint toothpaste made his stomach turn.

"Bitch," he muttered.

"Yeah, yeah." Lily said cutting Mary off from her retort.  "Breakfast. Downstairs. Ten minutes"

"Yes, mam." James said with a short laugh.

"I mean it." Lily said.

"We'll be there." James said

The door shut, signaling safety to Regulus. He had no intentions of going to breakfast. In fact, if he stood upright now, he would probably spew. That wouldn't be very lord Black of him. But cuddling in be with James wasn't very lord Black either, nor was going out to a muggle concert. He made a mental not to be slightly sneaker next time. 

"You know we have to go down there, right?" James spoke, breaking the silence after a few moments.

"Do we really have  to, though?"Regulus asked, refusing to move, even as James began to sit up.

James pushed Regulus off of him as he stood up. James stretched, revealing a small strip of skin between his shirt and the waist band of his trousers. James was sculpted like a Greek God. It was absolutely Devine. He was daydreaming, particularly about James and him as Greek gods.the would live in the clouds of Mount Olympus dressed in togas, golden leaves adorning their heads. James would be Apolo, of course. Being the sun personified, it was very fitting. And Regulus. Who would Regulus be? The underworld appealed to him, though he was surely no hades. Perhaps he could be the moon.