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Colourful lights all around him, chatters and laughters. Someone shouting over the music.
That damn music is so loud, and he can't even hear the sound of his own thoughts.
He stumbles onto the dance floor, drink in hand, bodies all around him, touching him.
He just wants to find his boyfriend and go home, and fuck, yeah he wants to have sex so badly.
Why is everyone so much taller than him?
He can't find James, he can't find his friends or his brother, where are they?
Oh, maybe they are still outside where Sirius dragged them to have a smoke.
Regulus was freezing so he decided to enter the club once again. Now he kinda regrets that.
Maybe he can grab another drink and then find James, yeah that's a good plan.
Finishing the one that is still in his hand, he makes his way towards the bartenders and asks another whiskey.
A big gulp and it's gone.
Now mission : find James
He giggles when a girl winks at him, he is so gay, no chances for that poor lady.
Oh, he is almost at the entrance when a big guy crashes into him and a drink is pouring onto his shirt, soaking him.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry." The guy tries to apologise, but Regulus shrugs it off, he just wants to go home now.
The guy calls him out, offering him a drink but Regulus is already out the door.
Fresh air hits him and after a quick look around he can easily spot his friends and, most importantly, his boyfriend.
"Jamieee," he calls out happily, but James does not turn around. Maybe he didn't hear him.
He comes behind the taller boy and tries to hug him. "James, James, can you guess who it is?" he laughs.
"Regulus love, come here, let me see you," James says before twisting his neck to look at him. "What did you do to your shirt, baby? what happened?" he asks with a slight crease between his eyes.
Regulus just rolls his eyes, James is always so protective. It's sexy "Oh nothing, Jamie, just a guy," he smirks.
"What do you mean, just a guy? Do I need to worry? Do I need to punch someone?"
"Oi chill out Potter, he is here, isn't he?" Barty's voice calls out laughing.
"Yeah, whatever, are you alright, babe? Do you want some water?" James asks anyway.
"No, no," Regulus gets up on his toes and whispers in his boyfriend's ear "I want to go home and I want you to fuck me so good I can't even walk tomorrow"
A big flush covers James's face when Regulus looks at him, and before he can respond, Sirius' voice breaks the tension. "Hey! No flirting in front of me!"
"Oh, 'cmon Sirius, we've been together for five years now. You should be used to it by now, " retorts Regulus.
"Never, and no funny business, you are too drunk for that," announced Sirius while giving a pointed look at James.
James coughs embarrassed, but he nods towards Sirius. "Obviously, mate, he can't even stand straight."
"That" observe Regulus "is because I am not straight Jamie, you should know that!"
A bunch of laughters roll around them, and Regulus looks mildly offended while James just shakes his head amused.
"Let's go home, baby,"
"To have sex?" asks hopefully Regulus
Sirius' groan and Barty's laugh can be heard in the background.
James ignores him entirely, but he subtly rolls his eyes. He knows it's going to be a long night once they will be able to get home.
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
They stumble in the living room, Regulus is draped all over James, gently mounting at his neck.
"James, please," he whines.
"Love, you are drunk, I will get you some water, and then we will go to bed. How's that sound?"
"Horribile"
"Reg..." James tries to get him to sit on the couch, but Regulus is stubborn. He is like a little snake, wrapped around James, unwilling to let go.
"No, Jamie, please, don't you love me? I love you," a moment of silence "and I want you to fuck me, I've wanted that since we stepped foot into that club"
"Of course I love you" scoffs James in a fake offended sort of way "but you are not in your right mind and I don't want to do things that would make you uncomfortable, if you want tomorrow, when you are sober, we will do anything you want" whispers James trying to reassure the younger boy.
"But Jamiee," he whimpers, hugging him, hand in his hair and lips on his cheeks, in a weak attempt at seduction.
James, in the endeavour to escape his clingy boyfriend, puts a hand onto his shoulder and succeeds in making him sit.
Regulus just sighs, but he is not ready to give up just yet. What if he is a little drunk? What if he can't even stand on his own, he want James. He is aching for him, actually, and he is not going to go to bed dissatisfied.
Meanwhile in the kitchen James is trying is best to adjust his hard cock in his jeans, he knows that Regulus is to out of it and he doesn't want to do anything, especially 'cause he is sober while his boyfriend is this drunk.
That does not mean he is not affected, damn Regulus spent the last ten minutes rubbing himself on James.
He returns into the living room with a glass of water ready to make Regulus drink it, and maybe convince him that going to sleep is the best curse of action.
He nearly drops the glass.
Regulus is lying on the couch, completely undressed (minus his socks that in his drunken mindset forgot to pull off), and he is staring right at James while teasing his entrance.
"Oh Jamie, here you are, I started to think that you didn't want me anymore," he says sweetly, a soft pout on his lips.
James is about one second from going "fuck it" and actually undress and have sex with his beautiful boyfriend but he steadies himself.
"Reg, c'mon, up and in bed," he tries to sound stern, but even at his own hears he sounds weak and a little breathless.
"Do you want me to beg Jamie? I can beg, please, James, just fuck me" he whines.
Oh, his boyfriend is a menace.
James is about to say that out loud when Regulus is shaken by a violent cough.
Without thinking, James grabs him and takes him to the bathroom, where the younger boy is able to reach a bucket just in time before starting to empty his stomach.
James pats lightly on his boyfriend shoulders and keeps his hair out of his face, murmuring sweet words.
"Oh God, I'm a mess," sniffles Regulus.
"No love, you are just drunk, you'll be alright, yeah? let's get you to bed."
Without any major inconvenience and after whiping Regulus' face with a wet towel, they get to the bedroom where James helps his boyfriend into a clean pair of briefs, and pyjama bottoms.
After cuddling close under the sheets, Regulus whispers, "I'm sorry, Jamie, I'm so sorry."
"Oh, don't be love, I'm not angry, let's sleep and we can talk about it tomorrow if you want."
Regulus mumbles his agreement, and right before falling asleep, he murmurs, "Love you."
"I love you too, sweetheart, I love you too."
And if the next day Regulus is too embarrassed to talk about it and James teases him restlessly is no one buisness but their own.
After all, if there is love, there is everything.