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Evan POV
“Wakey wakey eggs and bakey!” a cheerful voice hollered as the door to the 6th year Slytherin Dorm opened with a creak. “Wake up Reg I come bearing breakfast and morning kisses!”
There was a beat of silence then:
“What in the actual fuck is happening?” Evan groaned, pushing his bed curtain to one side and sticking his head out. Greeted with James Potter, an actual breakfast tray in hand, huge grin on his stupid face, he flung the curtain closed and yelled “Nah, it’s too early for your shit Potter, piss off!”
“It’s not that early” Barty said contrarily, from where he was curled on the small bed, facing away from him, squirled into the blankets in the foetal position “It’s light out.”
“Shut the fuck up J.R. It’s Sunday.” Evan murmured, his tone as soft as his words were harsh as he rolled into his side, cocooning Bartys skinny frame with his strong tanned arms and legs. He peppered gentle kisses along his hairline as Barty half heartedly batted him away. “It’s early for Reg, he’s gonna be furious.” He muttered into the other boys shock of black hair.
“Ooh true” Barty laughed, twisting out of Evans embrace and flinging himself over the top of him.
Evan crossed his arms behind his head and watched as Barty stretched his arm out as far as it could go to push the curtain back properly so he could look at James Potter, who was attempting to take his shoes off without putting down the tray. It had been a month since Regulus had banned him from wearing shoes in their dorm after he trekked mud in one afternoon following a Quidditch Practice.
“Regulus!” James called, “Baby I brought you breakfast!”
There was a grouchy sounding grunt from the direction of Regulus’ closed bed curtains which James, for reasons unknown to a frowning Evan, seemed to take as a positive sign if his widening grin was anything to go by.
“Hope there’s not actual eggs on that plate Potter, Regulus hates eggs!” Barty laughed, evil grin in place, resting his chin on the hand of one arm which he’d balanced painfully on Evans chest.
“Ow you menace, move your elbow, OW J.R!” Evan snapped, knocking his arm out from underneath him so Barty face planted on his chest.
“Rosie that was sore!” Barty shouted, digging his teeth into Evans pectoral muscle! “And your 3 chest hairs nearly suffocated me!”
I’ll suffocate you with my gigantic cock you mouthy little bastard.” Evan shot back, manhandling his boyfriend with a firm grip of his hair until he had him face down on the bed and was straddling Bartys skinny hips. “Now hush, be fucking sweet to me.” Evan hissed, pressing a barely there kiss to the back of Bartys pliant shoulder.
Evan relaxed his grip, allowing Barty to peek over his shoulder at him “Why should I?” The smaller boy complained.
“Cause I’m all awake now and I wanna hurt you baby girl.” Evan told him with a saccharine smile and a roll of his hips.
Barty sighed contentedly, snuggling his arse up and back against his boyfriends half-hard cock. “Do your worst Rosie.”
Evan mouthed at the back of his neck, biting at the muscle there and forcing a moan out of the other boy with the strength of his teeth. He worried the bite for just a moment too long, before pulling back to admire the imprints of his teeth, then licked soothingly over the red skin. “Love you.” he whispered as he clenched his teeth over the same spot and bit down again.
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JAMES POV
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James stared faux horrified at the closed curtain blessedly covering the two boys and stifled a laugh. He furrowed his brow when he looked down at his breakfast tray which held a big plate of bacon and fried eggs, coffee and juice . “Guys does he really hate eggs?” He questioned, taking a step closer to the bed containing the two boys and trying to open the curtain with his foot.
There was no response beyond a muffled thump and a broken off scream from Barty, and James retreated hastily.
He adjusted the tray so it was resteding against one forearm and used his free hand to pick up the fork and shovel the eggs into his own mouth. He choked a bit and swallowed.
“Reg. Love. Hellooooo I brought you breakfast” he said, moving his bed curtain aside and looking down at the boy in the bed.
He sighed. Pretty, pretty Regulus Black. Porcelain skin like a China Doll, black curls sleep tousled and spread across his pillow. James chose to ignore that his pretty pink lips were in a pout and his eyes were squeezed tightly shut. His duvet was shoved to one side and he was cuddled into one edge of it, leg thrown over it and most of his body bare in only fitted black boxers.
James gulped.
He placed the tray down on Regulus’ neat bedside table, shoving his alarm clock and book to one side. The book fell noisily onto the floor, broken spine meaning it slopped open in a mess.
He sat on the edge of the bed carefully and managed to sit quietly for about 4 seconds before throwing himself next to the other boy “Wake uuuuuup” he coaxed “Love! I haven’t seen you in forever.”
Regulus lashed out, kneeing James in the stomach “Go away! I saw you the day before yesterday.”
“The thing is Reg, I can’t do that. You’re so cute!” He wriggled around, yanking on Regulus’ duvet until he was underneath it as well, pushing and pulling at the other boy until they were completely entangled.
“I didn’t consent to you assaulting me Potter.” Came the stroppy reply.
“Please love, pleeeeeeeease. It’s cuddle time!”
“It’s fuck off time.” came the retort, even as he pulled himself so he was practically lying on top of James “Its sleeping alone time” Regulus tangled his fingers into James’ messy hair. “It’s quiet, leave me alone and you’re a twat time.” Regulus lips moving up his neck, pulling gently on his hair to bring their mouths together softly “It’s time for you to bugger off and go annoy someone else time.” Regulus hummed, shifting so he was straddling the older boy and licking into his mouth.
James sighed, wriggling happily. “I love you.”
“I hate you” Regulus replied, pulling away from him and sitting up, crossing his arms over his chest.
James cheerily pulled the tray off of the side table and placed it over Regulus’ lap. “Tada!” He said “Bacon for my lovely little piggy.”
“Piggy?!” Regulus stared at him incredulously.
James oinked, staring back at him.
“Gorgeous darling piggy?”
“I do not like Piggy.” Regulus complained “We’re not calling me that.”
He was looking down at the tray in his lap. “Where are my eggs?”
There was a laugh from the other bed. “Yea Potter where are the boys eggs?”
“Evan!” James cried “What the hell?”
More laughter followed and James saw Regulus’ mouth quirk up on on side as he tried to contain a smile.
James deflated a little “He said you didn’t like eggs.” He said sadly.
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REGULUS POV
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And no. It had gone far enough.
Regulus stared at James. Ridiculous, sunshine James.
His Jamie.
Grabbing his wand, he directed a silencing spell around the curtains of his bed and drew them tightly shut.
“Evan’s a twat.” He said simply, picking up his coffee and taking a sip. His eyes closed at that blissful first mouthful. “Perfect” he murmured.
He opened his eyes to James’ face very near his “It’s good?” His boyfriend asked.
“Coffee good.” Regulus reiterated “Lovely coffee, lovely boyfriend.”
Side eyeing James where he’d flung himself down on bed next to him, a look of peace on his face, Regulus took another drink of the hot, strong drink.
“What do you want to do today?” He asked.
“Together?” James asked, eyes widening. “All day?”
“Yup” Regulus confirmed, popping his P.
“Can we play Quidditch?”
Regulus nodded, picking up a piece of bacon and nibbling the crispy edge.
“Picnic by the lake?”
Regulus hummed in agreement, offering James the last of the piece of bacon.
“Will you come to my Common Room for Remus’ birthday party tonight?”
Regulus nodded again, settling his tray onto the floor.
“Can we stay here for a bit longer and … um … you know?”
Regulus shifted so they were face to face under the covers.
“Stay here for a bit longer and … what Jamie?” He bit his lip and watched his boyfriends eyes darken as they tracked the movement.
“Kiss and stuff?” James asked.
Regulus reached his arms out and pulled at James until he was lying on top of him, his weight and the fabric of his Quidditch Jersey and joggers rubbing against his bare skin.
James looked down at him “Yes?” He checked.
“Yes” Regulus whispered, before he was dragged under by the sensation of James Potters lips hot on his, tongue probing at the seam of his lips for entrance.
Pulling back a few millimetres James groaned “Please love” and Regulus let his lips fall open and soon his mouth was being filled perfectly with the warm wet taste of his boyfriend.
He arched up into his kiss, James hands sliding from where they’d been boxing him in to under his arched spine, fingers flexing and a chuckle escaping the older boys lips as Regulus let out a moan at the sensation of skin on skin.
Breaking away, breath laboured and the beginnings of a smile for the boyfriend who was his sunshine, he said: “Thank you for my breakfast.” Regulus finally let his smile spread across his face “Love you Potter.”