starchaser.

“Fuck,” James groaned, pulling back as the man in his arms bit at his lip and soothed over the small pain with his tongue, making James’s body erupt in goosebumps. “Come back to my dorm room, yeah? I’ll kick out my roommate, we can…we can keep going?”

The man, whose name he’d yet to figure out, levelled him a glare, tendrils of his wavy black hair slipping in front of haunting silver eyes. “Presumptuous, no?” he drawled, kiss-bitten lips twitching the slightest bit in a smirk.

James’s stomach dipped. “Shit, no! M’sorry, I didn’t mean–”

But the shorter man was already leaning forward to shipper in his ear, his sinful tongue tracing along his earlobe. “I’m fucking with you. Take me home. Now.”

So he nearly ran, dragging the man away from the dark, crowded house party where they’d met only hours ago and bringing him back to his dorm a few blocks away. As they walked, James reflected on his luck–how had he managed to convinced this man, the man he’d spotted across the room and promptly fallen in love with, the man who’d sent him a scathing ‘fuck you’ look when he’d asked him to dance, the man who’d then eyefucked him all night long only to corner him in the kitchen, to come back with him?

Magic, maybe? It must’ve been?

He decided to stop questioning it and to just focus on the fact it was happening, as soon as they got to his room. The gray-eyed man was already slipping hands under the hem of his shirt, skating lips over his collarbone. He shivered in anticipation, knowing that this was certainly going to be one of the best nights of his life.

“Let me just kick my roommate out, yeah? We have an agreement about leaving if the other has…company,” James murmured, groaning a bit and fishing in his pocket for his key.

“You have company often?” the man asked, pulling back and raising an eyebrow.

“Er…not much,” he settled on, turning and opening the door. “But he’s got a boyfriend, so I’m forced to stay with my friend, Pete, often enough…oi, Sirius, get the fuck out, mate, I want to…”

But he trailed off as he spoke, realizing that Sirius and the man were staring at each other with matching dumbfounded expressions.

“What’s…going on?” he asked nervously, realizing he was missing something.

Sirius gave him a look that might’ve frozen the sun. “Prongs,” he said softly, pressing a finger to his temple. “Please tell me you’re not kicking me out so you can fuck my brother.”

“I’m not–”

But then it hit him….the dark hair, the gray eyes…”Regulus,” he muttered breathlessly, turning to gaze back at the man he’d been snogging for the past hour.

Regulus crossed his arms. “That’s me, yes. Will that be a problem?”

James only had to think for half a second. He was already too far in this to turn back now.

He turned to Sirius. “I love you, mate…but you have to get out.”

"What!??" Sirius exclaims, distraught (he's not like the other girls).

"Wow, you're so different and quirky, Sirius!" Niall comments.

"Most girls would be excited to see us. Not you, though, you're so different," Harry says from his place next to Walburga.

"I'm not like the other girls," Sirius counters.

Walburga stomps her foot. "Enough! These men payed a good price for you, and I will not tolerate you misbehaving. You will go with them, and you will not fight. Stop being such a brat, Sirius Orion."

Sirius scoffs, and suddenly his hair falls out of his messy bun. "What the—!" He flips his hair.

"The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed. Here, let me," Zane says, standing from the couch. He approaches Sirius and steps behind him, grabbing his hair and pulling it back up into a new messy bun. "There you go, all better." Sirius refuses to blush.

"Well then, Mrs. Black, if we're all set, we'll be off. The money should be in your account by tomorrow night," Harry says.

"But wait! Can't I at least change out of my quirky pajamas!!?" Sirius asks, astounded.

"Shut up, you insolent child. You will go with these men, and you will go with no further fight," his mom says.

"It's okay, love, we'll get you some new clothes," Harry says. Sirius rolls his eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes, Bein' the way you are is enough," Liam says.

James: Kiss and marry Regulus, kill Barty

Barty: I wasn’t even one of the options??

“Have you seen this?” Sirius asked, chuckling warmly as he threw his phone at Regulus, who caught it with a disdainful expression.

“Shit, Sirius, warn me before you throw things at my head,” the younger man grumbled, before looking at the screen. However, as soon as he read over the words and took a look at the accompanying picture, his face broke into a smirk. “Potter!” he called.

Immediately, as if appearing from thin air, James ran down the hall, ignoring Sirius’s teasing grin at his eagerness. “Yeah, baby?” he asked, eyes full of stars.

“Since when are you cheating on me with my brother?” Regulus demanded, holding up the phone.

Face full of confusion, James looked at the article. “‘Sirius Black, infamously known for being recently disinherited by Orion Black, London Stock Exchange millionaire, pictured below with unknown male lover,’” he read, nose wrinkling at the quote. “Bloody hell, they didn’t at least work to get my name?” 

Regulus rolled his eyes. “James, that’s not the point. You’re dating me!”

“Yeah, of course, darling,” the taller man said placatingly, quickly kissing Regulus’s head. But I look fit in this picture! The least they could do is get my name!”

“How d’you think I feel?” Sirius said loudly, pouting as he crossed his arms. “They think I have such terrible taste in men that I’m sleeping with you?”

“Oi!”

James, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Sirius, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you

Regulus: You’re a hazard to society

and

Remus: Yes, James and my husband sometimes have sleepovers.

Remus: In my bed.

James shifted uncomfortably in his seat, completely aware that every eye in the room was on him. 

It had been an innocent question. They’d all come home to the Potters’ for the holidays–James, Sirius, and Regulus, and were sitting around the table with Monty and Effie, discussing Sirius and Remus’s budding relationship. Once the conversation had lulled, Effie had turned to James and asked, as any mother would, “And you, dear? Any new girls lately?”

Which was fine. Except James had not had his eye on a girl in a long time.

Lately–since the summer, to be exact–all he could think of was dark curls and cool gray eyes and pale skin and the way Regulus frowned when he read a particularly interesting book.

He knew he was horrible at hiding it. He’d seen Sirius give him pointed looks when he trailed after Regulus like a puppy dog. He’d heard Marlene’s thinly-veiled jokes. But he didn’t want to admit it because he had no idea how Regulus felt.

Sure, sometimes he thought, maybe there was something there. When he was able to get him alone. When they spent late nights hidden in abandoned corners of the castle or gazing at the stars, and little edges of Regulus’s walls crumbled the smallest bit. When Regulus smiled at him, and he felt like they were the only two in the world.

But other times, he feared he was delusional.

Still, as everyone stared at him, he felt like now was the moment to be at least a little honest. Because his feelings for Regulus felt bigger than just a passing crush. They felt deep. Like they meant something.

“Erm…no girls,” he mumbled, trying to stay calm. “I…I think there’s this boy, though…I’m not sure how he feels, but I really like him…”

Effie and Monty took his confession in stride, smiling encouragingly and saying they hoped things worked out. Sirius gave him a smirk and an eye-roll, confirming what James had figured–as always, Sirius knew him as well as he knew himself.

Sirius : Get the emergency supply!

Remus: *carries Regulus and places them in front of James*

Regulus: *smiles*

Sirius: I’m home dangerously.

Remus: Stop it.

Regulus: Hey, James!

Barty: Whatever you say, love.

*sometime later*

Barty: Here you go.

James, holding flowers: Thank you??