The Scent In Our Clothes

But Not Like That

Notes:

Aren't you thrilled to see me again?

Please prepare yourselves, because it's about to get sooo good. I am also so happy to report that this chapter only has ONE warning and it is a GOOD one.

About The Chapter:
- Regulus' Pov
- Oblivious gay wizards
- Brother bonding
- Jealous Regulus
- Fluff, Fluff, FLUFF for you!

WARNINGS:
- Smut.

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Sunday 25th of December, 1977.

Regulus isn't James' type.

I mean, he is.

He means, he is.

But not like that.

But not like that.

Like what?

Regulus would love to ask James the exact same question. The problem is that he can't, because that is good. The fact that he's not James' type is perfect for this arrangement, because it means they can't catch feelings for one another.

That James can't catch feelings.

Not that Regulus has, but he feels he would be much quicker to get over it than the other boy would. James was built to create and absorb drama like it was in his blood or something, while Regulus was built to repress anything good he felt until, eventually, he was empty inside. He's gotten way too used to the emptiness in his chest, and the vow is damaging him.

He feels hot, cold, lonely, and full of comfortable warmth, and all of these things always revolve around James, and he doesn't like it. He can't contain smiles now, which is funny because he didn't think he remembered how to even move his mouth that way anymore.

James has also deemed it his challenge to embarrass Regulus in front of his family as much as he can apparently, because he has been staring non-stop. While he is used to his constant glances at school, he usually does so subtly. Since there were so many people at Hogwarts, Regulus felt like the only one who could see him do it.

Here is different. The table is only set for seven, and that's not a big number. So, when James had spent all evening staring at Regulus just the night before, the latter had felt an uncontrollable flush on his face the whole time. Hissing or yelling at him to stop would have embarrassed Regulus more, and there was no way he would ever hex him in his own house.

Also, all that staring, and somehow he is not his type.

All that tension by the Christmas tree, and in the school halls, and in the bedroom when they are alone, and he is not his type.

Maybe Regulus has been imagining it? He's not even sure what that type of tension is supposed to feel like, but he's sure it must be similar to that, right? It's not like they have been at it for a long time. Only three months had passed since the vow was made. It felt like centuries ago, just as their new agreement had already been in place for a few weeks, and had only been 'fulfilled' once.

They hadn't touched each other since the night of Regulus' confession, being interrupted the next morning by none other than his brother. He had been more mad about the interruption than the fact that Sirius hadn't been there for him the night prior. He threw a couple of vases his way, but they eventually sorted it out two days into the holidays.