#embarrass

@jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic March 14, Word count 446

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“Do you want a drink?” Regulus asked once they’d finished unloading all the band’s gear into the flat. “We have Coke, orange juice, Ribena, tea, coffee and water,” Regulus listed off everything they had in the flat that wasn’t alcohol. 

“A Coke might be nice,” James nodded, his eyes roaming around the flat, taking everything in. 

Regulus grabbed two red cans from the fridge, the ones with white lettering, not black (no zero sugar for him). 

“Do you want it in a glass?” Normally, Regulus would drink it straight from the can, less washing up that way, but he knew some people preferred it in a glass. 

“No, thank you,” James replied, so Regulus walked back around the kitchen counter and into the living room. 

They settled on the sofa, James trying his hardest to keep to his own side, but it was a small sofa. Regulus rolled his eyes and shoved his leg against James’s, so the other boy would stop trying to embarrass himself by making himself small again. 

James’s cheeks burned pink again through his golden skin, and Regulus felt his breathing stutter. He busied himself with opening his drink, starting when it fizzed everywhere. Barty!!! Sticky, syrupy liquid covered his and James’s laps. 

“Fuck!” he cried out as it soaked into his jeans. “I’m going to kill him!” Regulus got up and stormed into the bathroom, stripping off as he went, forgetting that James was still sitting on the sofa, dripping with Regulus’s exploded drink. He walked back into the living room in nothing but his tight black boxer briefs. He grabbed the paper towels from the kitchen and set to work mopping up as much liquid as he could. 

Regulus held out the roll of paper towels to James, intending for him to clean up the mess on him, but James seemed to be in some sort of trance. His mouth hung slack, his eyes slightly glassy, staring straight at Regulus. 

Regulus waved his hand a few times in front of James’s unblinking eyes, but got no reaction. “James!” He said loudly, clapping his hands together. James jerked, alert again. He blinked a few times and then picked up the paper towels and began dabbing at his jeans and the sofa beneath him, his cheeks glowing again. “I’m going to take a shower. You can have one after, if you want. That is, if you’ll fit. It’s a pretty tight squeeze,” Regulus continued, not wanting James to think he was being rude. 

“Thanks,” James answered, his voice sounding slightly strained, his eyes looking anywhere but at Regulus. Regulus found this odd, but shrugged it off and went to have his shower. 

Fluster 💛

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I just didn't realize he meant as a "nude" model!?!

I was so embarrassed as I stripped off in front of my classmates but I kept my hands strategically over my growing cock.

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@jegulus-microfic April 16, Word count 854

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James actually ran as soon as he got out of Regulus and Sirius’s suite. He was so stupid throwing himself at a stranger without even asking if they were single. He thought Regulus would have told him, but clearly not. Then again, he thought, he did tell me to go away repeatedly, and I wouldn’t go. Barty was right to be angry at me. 

His feet had led him back to his own room. Clumsily, he scanned the door card and let himself in. Maybe he’d go out onto the slopes and have a ski. He hadn’t done that for a few days. Not since he ran into Regulus. He could hardly embarrass himself more than he’d already done today.

He had just hauled himself off the bed and started to look for his skiing clothes when the room phone rang. He picked it up in case it was his parents, but they had his mobile number, so it would be odd if it were them. 

“Hello?” He said into the receiver. 

“James? James, is that you? Please don’t hang up. Can you come back, and I’ll explain.” Regulus’s panicked voice buzzed down the phone line. James sunk onto his bed. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Reg. My intentions aren’t exactly platonic, and you have a boyfriend—”

“I DO NOT HAVE A BOYFRIEND!!!” Regulus shouted, clearly aggravated. “Sorry. Barty is not my boyfriend. I broke up with him, and he refuses to accept it. But I swear, James, I would have told you if he were. Please come back.” James ran his hand through his hair as he debated. “Please, James.”

“Ugh,” He grunted. “Okay, fine. Is Sirius there to let me back in?” He’d already stood up and walked towards the door but was suddenly yanked backwards by the corded phone. “Ouch!” He cried as he landed heavily on his arse. 

“You just tried to walk away with the hotel’s phone, didn’t you?” Regulus said, trying to hold back a snicker. 

“Shut up, or I’m not coming.” He hung the phone up and, rubbing his rump, left his room. 

It wasn’t until he was approaching Regulus’s room that he realised he’d never gotten an answer if Sirius was there to let him in. He really didn’t want Regulus to have to hop all the way through to open the door.

As luck would have it, Dr Lupin had just raised his hand to knock on the door. “Dr Lupin,” James called out, waving at the man and jogging the last few steps to get to him. “You here to check on Regulus’s ankle?” He asked with a big smile breaking across his face. 

“Oh, er—I mean—Yes, yes. That’s right. Regulus’s ankle—Yep—Exactly.” The young doctor seemed flustered, with a pink flush creeping over his face. He was saved from further explanation when the door suddenly opened. 

“Remus!” Sirius beamed at him. His face dropped when he saw James standing next to him. 

“Hello, Mr Black. I’m here to check on Regulus’s ankle.” Remus stared straight at Sirius. 

“Huh? Oh—Yeah, brilliant. Thank you, Dr Lupin.” Sirius moved aside and let him in. James flicked his head between the two men but couldn’t figure out what he was missing. He shrugged his shoulders and followed them in. 

They crowded into Regulus’s room, much to Regulus’s surprise. 

“Hello, Regulus. How are you today? I’ve come to check your ankle.” Remus got Regulus to stand and move a few steps as he observed and nodded at his progress. “Excellent. It’s healing well. You can probably do some light exercise with it now. Walk around the suite at least today and try a bit further tomorrow. You should be almost back to normal by the time you go home, though I’m afraid I can’t recommend any more skiing while you’re here.” Remus told him in his doctor’s voice. 

“Thank you, Dr Lupin,” Regulus said as he lowered himself back onto the bed. 

“You’re welcome,” Remus said, straightening his jumper. “I’ve taken enough of your time. If you want a final check before you leave, let me know.” He turned towards the door.

“I’ll see you out,” Sirius told him, following him through the door.

“Hi,” Regulus murmured once they were alone. 

“Hi,” James sighed and sunk onto the end of the bed. 

“I’m sorry if he said anything to upset you. I’ve blocked his number now. Hopefully, he’ll get the message.” They sat there in awkward silence. 

Regulus shuffled himself up the bed so he was propped up by his pillows. “Can we just forget that moron spoke to you and just go back to how we were this morning?” He asked hopefully. “I found a film I think you might like. It’s all romantic, and there’s sword fighting and pirates and Rodents of unusual size.” He smiled shyly at James as he flicked the TV on. 

With very little encouragement, James flopped backwards next to Regulus. 

Regulus immediately snuggled into his side and nudged James’s arm until he wrapped it around him. Regulus sighed contentedly as he put the film on.