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The house was full, the rooms were limited, beds had to be shared.
He was going to be fine.
He was going to be fine, despite having James Potter in the same bed as him.
And he would’ve been fine, if Potter had the decency to stop moving.
It was driving him utterly insane, the alarm-clock was saying it was 2.30 in the morning and Regulus didn’t think James Potter had slept a wink. It was starting to effect his mental stability. No one likes sleeping next to someone who is awake, it feels awkward and Regulus didn’t like that he couldn’t see when he was being observed. The only person that he had ever shared a bed with, was Sirius and Sirius is also the only person that he can trust with his guard down. Having to relax next to someone who isn’t him is making him uncomfortable, and it would’ve been ok if James was at least pretending to be asleep but it didn’t look like he was going to relax any time s-
James turned and his hand smacked him in the face.
‘Jesus fuck-, potter what the hell’
‘Goderic Reg I am so so sorry, o shit did I hit you hard? Does it hurt?’ James’ voice sounded scratchy form sleep and was laced with concern.
‘It was only a light tap James calm down, you just caught me by surprise.’
James hands had found regulus face in the dark and where now very carefully touching it, mapping it almost, to see if he really didn’t have any injuries. This was doing things to him, things that had to be stopped.
‘Potter,’ Regulus said, grabbing his wrists and pulling his hands away from his face, almost immediately missing their warmth.
‘Have you even slept at all?’
‘No.. why have I kept you awake?’
‘O no I’m just very interested in your well-being all of the sudden.
Yes you kept me awake.’
‘Sorry.’
‘Stop saying that.’
‘Right. Sorry.’
Regulus groaned, and he could practically feel Potter grin.
‘Is there something I can do to help?’
Silence.
‘What-‘
‘As in, would it help if I knocked you out or something?
Potter snorted at this.
‘No thanks, very generous of you to offer though.’
‘I can be generous when I’m in the mood, which is rarely so if you’re sure that you don’t want to take this opportunity..’
‘Quite sure.’
‘So you’re ok me with spitting and stepping on but you draw the line at knocking out?’
Potter turned completely still for a few cherishable moments.
‘You overheard-‘
‘I overheard you talking to Lily yes. You’re lucky really, could’ve been Sirius. He would’ve torn you to shreds for thinking those things about his baby brother.’
James moved very quickly all of the sudden, bending over Regulus, his proximity almost unbearable, his hand moving towards.. the light switch. Regulus groaned at the bright light that was attacking his vision all of the sudden, and squeezed his eyes shut.
‘But you don’t seem upset at all.’
Regulus opened his eyes to find that
James hadn’t moved that far back, and that his face was hovering a few inches from his. His hair was an even extremer mess than usual which was honestly impressing, his face looked tired and creased, and he was squinting his eyes because he wasn’t wearing his glasses. This had no business being hot, but it was. And that this thought had even come up in Regulus head was very problematic, but at this moment he knew it was inevitable not too.
Potter raised his eyebrows curiously.
Instead of answering Regulus grabbed his glasses from the bedside table, and gently put them on James’ face, his fingers lingering on his cheeks for just a second.
‘You looked ridiculous,’ he explained quietly.
‘But I can’t wear them when I’m sleeping.’
‘We both know you’re not going to sleep.’
‘Hmm, and why’s that?’
‘I don’t know, maybe you’re an insomniac.’
‘I can think of better reasons to stay awake.’
And just like that James’ lips were on his.
Somehow Regulus hadn’t expected James to actually have the guts to do so. Thank the founders for Gryffindor courage.
He kissed him gently, slow but with confidence. He kissed Regulus like he was precious, like kissing Regulus was a gift that they shared. It was almost too much. It was definitely too much. It was, but Regulus found peace in its quantity. If James Potter was overflowing with affection then Regulus Black was willing to drown in it.