The Sun & The Stars - Jegulus Oneshots

May I Fulfill Your Dirty Fantasies about Me? [part1/2](SMUT)

"Reggie," – a low sound, barely audible. Regulus stops. It didn't quite sound like James was actually calling him. Regulus steps closer to the door, pressing his ear against it.

"Fuck, Reggie," James groans. A long dragged-out moan makes the blood rush into Regulus' cheeks. He quickly moves away from the door and goes back to his room.

Okay. Two options: 1, James has a lover with him in that room with the same nickname as Regulus, he is fucking that lover and that person is very quiet. 2 (and Regulus would prefer this) James is alone, having a wank while saying Regulus' name while thinking about him.

Regulus presses his face into his pillow and lets out a little scream. One of these options would be his absolute nightmare, the other his biggest dream.

***

Regulus decides to investigate the next day. James and Sirius accompany Euphemia Potter to the market every Sunday morning. They should be back soon, so Regulus (who values his sleep and wouldn't get up early for this) has to be quick.

He slips into the room James and Sirius are sharing and goes to James' bed. Sure, he is nineteen, but he is just a boy like every other. If he has some secret wanking fantasy he will have some kind of visual material here, right? Regulus is pretty sure about that – not out of personal experience of course.

He opens the drawers of the bedside table, looking through the contents and looking for secret hiding spots. He finds many lost and forgotten notes like "times Sirius has mentioned Remus, August 1976" – the answer is 62. He finds pens, muggle money, pictures of his friends and family, a card game, a book and two wrinkled bookmarks. This boy is messy.

"Come on, James," he whispers to himself, "You have to have something here."

Under his bed, he finds a Hogwarts tie. At first, he doesn't think much of it, until he gets it out from under the bed and looks at it in the light. It isn't red and gold like the ties belonging to James and his friends. It is silver and green like Regulus has worn it. He has to bite his lip to not break out into a grin. He turns the tie to look for the three letters he has stitched into all of his Hogwarts ties. And there they are, very neatly and readable: RAB – Regulus Arcturus Black.

James keeps one of his old ties under his bed. Now he allows himself to grin. Then again, it could be that this thing lies here by accident and James simply never cleans. So, Regulus must keep looking. Okay, maybe he just needs an excuse to lie down in James' bed. When he takes his spot maybe he will be able to think as he does.

The pillow smells like James.

If one shares his room with the brother of someone's (potential) object of affection, where would one keep his dirty secrets?

Regulus has, much like James and Sirius, spent the better part of his teenage years in a dorm he shared with two boys. It isn't too hard to think of hiding spots.

He runs his hands over the edge of the mattress, reaching between mattress and bedframe. He feels the edges of a paper and pulls it out. It seems to be a folded photograph.

Regulus takes a breath and then unfolds it.

A year ago, James got a camera for his birthday, he has spent a great deal of the following days taking pictures of everyone and everything, including Regulus. The picture Regulus found in James' bed is one of them. Regulus is sitting on the couch in the living room, head turned to the side in conversation with someone, most likely Fleamont. His elbows are propped up on his thighs, and he is leaned forwards. The smile on his lips is easy and genuine. The curls of his hair are in slight disarray. It is nothing special really. The picture is slightly wrinkled from being tucked away and gripped tightly.