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3rd person POV-
James felt like he was high on adrenaline. The mix of alcohol and excitement weren't doing him well. He felt the relief of his worries being washed away as he melted into the party. He danced, and drank and laughed, all of it flowing naturally to him, filling his mind with a kind of fuzz, making his vision a little blurry and his head spin a little. It was the feeling he craved, the alcohol flowing through his veins, the rest of the world a blur around him.
Regulus on the other hand hadn't had the chance to feel these gratifying effects. Rather he was sitting in the Slytherin common room, watching the flames lick and dance around the wood that fed it. The rest of the room was like a lingering pain in the back of his head. People crowded around in groups, talking loudly about their recent loss.
Regulus looked around the somewhat enchanting room. To many people it was beautiful, secluded and dark. Regulus hated those people. They were like the mould that grows into the dark and damp places they loved so much. Regulus' mind fleeted to his mother, the exact type he had been thinking minutes before. Oh how he hated that bitch. How he wanted to rip her apart, to make her mad, to poke the bear. He revolted in being her perfect son. He hated his mother for hating his brother. Could you even call them brothers? They were nothing alike, yet Regulus so craved to be more like him, loud and flirty, a true womaniser and trouble maker.
Regulus recognised his own thoughts that grabbed at his mind. He was suddenly craving a cigarette, despite not having smoked in months he craved the distraction. He got up, excusing himself to no one in particular, and walked out into the cold stone hallway, stopping for a minute to let himself adjust to the cold. He began his walk, wrapping his coat a little tighter around himself, his legs leading him by default to his hidden hallway where he would go when he needed a break from the world.
As he passed by the Gryffindor he heard the soft beat of music leaking out from behind a badly cast silencing charm. But it wasn't the music that intrigued him, but rather the voice singing loudly on the other side of the door. The melodic tune, tainted with the beautiful (but horribly out of pitch) voice of James Potter. Regulus turned towards the door.
Here's your chance to disappoint your poor mother Reggie.
Instead of taking a second to think about what he wanted to do, he eased the door open just enough before slipping inside. He was greeted with a scene he was unfamiliar with. A dark and hot room, music pumping, vibrating through the walls. He turned to grab a drink, grateful for the relaxing feeling of the cool liquid slipping down his throat.
Regulus heard the record player clicking, and the sound of someone scurrying to change the record. The next song that played was erotic of sorts, much to his distaste. He rolled his eyes, turning to the centre of the room only to be greeted by the one and only James Potter. And to say that he was hot was understatement. He was fucking ethereal.
He was sweating, his tan skin shining slightly under the lights. He stood up on the table, dancing with Sirius, looking as if he had no other thoughts in his head other than the music flowing through his body. His shirt was unbuttoned, his hair astray on his head, glasses slightly tipping on his face as he swung and danced atop the table.
Oh boy this is going to be fun.
As the song came to a close, James and Sirius left the table, allowing two people that Regulus didn't recognise to climb up onto the table for the next song. Regulus spotted them sitting down, out of breath, holding back tears of laughter, both of them spilling over the edge from tipsy to drunk. Regulus’ breath caught in his throat as James’ eyes locked with his own, James’ looking up with doe eyes, seemingly a little shocked.
And shocked he was. He was shocked to see his best friend's brother at all, let alone see Regulus looking at him the way he was. His eyes were narrowed, and he looked down upon him, creating a strange sense of dominance over James. He felt almost weak under his gaze, a sensation he wasn’t used to.
James sat there, feeling stupid and hot all over as Regulus’ eyes undressed him, right there in the middle of the party. His eyes flicked up and down his body, almost lazily, as if he was in a trance. He didn’t bother to hide the fact that he was checking James out. His eyes snapped back towards James’ own, before offering him a quick wink.
Regulus turned back to his drink, downing it before he could feel the anxiety creep in on him. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted James getting up from his spot on the floor, leaving Sirius sitting on his own, swaying to the music, blissfully unaware. He could feel James’ burning stare as he turned to get himself another drink.
He felt a hand on his shoulder, as he was spun around and pushed towards the table in the middle of the room. He clambered up ungracefully, looking around at faces he didn’t recognise. Regulus debated stepping down, before seeing a face in the crowd he did recognise. He looked down into James’ eyes.
His eyes were like a maze. Brown with flecks of green, dancing under the light. His eyes held so much emotion, Regulus felt a little light headed looking into those lust filled eyes. That look was all it took for Regulus to make his decision.
James watched in awe as Regulus began to dance atop the table. His movements were almost hypnotic, his pale skin against the rough black of his shirt. His eyes were only just open, looking down upon James with that same dominant look in his eyes. James thought he might pass out, his breath suddenly knocked out of him.
James put a hand to his cheek, feeling the hot blood boiling just below his skin. The blur of the alcohol had vanished, and in its place came this feeling of clarity, his vision clearing just enough to see Regulus clearly. Regulus bent down, leaning towards him before softly taking his tanned hand into his pale one.
Regulus was losing himself in the song, singing the lyrics out to the boy in front of him, letting himself get lost in those honey eyes. He turned himself away from James’ beautiful face before he was overcome with his urges.
He watched James get swallowed up in the crowd, leaning back on the wall, his face like a tomato. His breathing was deep and heavy. As he danced he spotted the quiet Remus Lupin with his arm around a very flustered James Potter. He looked to be comforting the boy, but still jealousy still surged through Regulus. He stepped off the table, anger surging through his veins.
As he approached the pair, Remus excused himself and left James on his own, giving Regulus that same look that made his heart melt a little. He pushed through the crowd, heading towards the tall boy. Before he could say anything he felt a mouth against his own.
Oh.
This wasn’t how he expected this night to go, but he was enjoying it. They moved their mouths against one another. It was gentle and rough at the same time. James’ mouth was soft and warm, Regulus’ slightly rough due to his habit of picking at his skin. They broke apart, both gasping for breath.
Before James’ mind could catch up with what had happened he felt Regulus’ lips against his neck. He pushed him back against the wall, trailing kisses up towards his lips. They met in a joyful embrace. Regulus pressed his tongue against the seam of James’ lips, letting his tongue dance against his own. They forgot about the party, getting lost in the other person.
The rest of their night was a blissful blur, filled with the others' embrace.
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