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James and Regulus both had detentions. Granted, they somehow got them on separate occasions but on the same day. Now, they had to receive their punishments together. Luckily for them, before Filch could get a word in to help professor Mcgonagall decide their punishments, Professor Sprout provided her ideas.
“I have some of my students’ plants growing in the greenhouses that need to be monitored overnight, every hour, for the next week. I was going to do it myself, but as that seems rather uneventful, I suppose the boys here could do the first night tomorrow for me. It seems as though they enjoy sneaking from their dorms at all hours of the night, anyhow. It is, after all, a Friday night, they have nothing important, such as classes, to attend tomorrow.” she said with a sarcastic grin. Though it did seem to have some sincerity behind it when she mentioned that it was too uneventful for her to do it herself.
Neither James nor Regulus complained out loud, but they did, in fact, have places to be tomorrow. While it may not be classes, they both were secretly looking forward to the trip to Hogsmead. James really wanted to have a look at the new quidditch equipment and some chocolate frogs. Regulus desperately needed some new quills, and he wouldn’t have minded a butterbeer either.
Somehow, they both got the same punishments for doing similar, but also vastly different things. As Professor Sprout had mentioned, they were both out of bed at odd hours of the night. Regulus was in the astronomy tower; stargazing. Tonight was one of the few nights where both Regulus and Sirius were visible in the sky. The Black brothers used to sneak out of bed and ride their brooms high into the sky to watch their stars. Regulus found himself determined to carry on the tradition, even if he was alone in his endeavour to do so. He didn’t know that when James had left his own dorm, Sirius was gazing out of the window, directly at the sky.
James’ reasons for creeping around the castle were far less wholesome than Regulus’. He was using the map, which was currently burning a hole in his pocket, to try and sneak into the kitchens. Remus, Sirius and Peter were waiting in their dorm for James to return. They were discussing plans for a prank against Snivellus and needed some snacks. Their previous trip to Hogsmead was a while before, so apart from Remus’ chocolate for his next full moon, there was no food in their room. Somehow, he hadn’t seen Mrs Norris and had tripped over her, toppling him down the stairs. The invisibility cloak slipped off him, and he didn’t have enough time to toss it back over himself before Filch came around the corner. At least he had managed to hide it under his robes.
Nevertheless, they both got detentions despite having different intentions behind their breaking of curfews, which felt rather ridiculous to have now that they were both of age. Professor Sprout had been kind enough to summon their beds to the greenhouses, telling them what to check the plants for, every hour, on the hour. She had also said, Four to a tray — there is a large supply of pots here — compost in the sacks over there — and be careful of the Venomous Tentacula, it's teething." This only made James regret sneaking out of bed even more. Not that it would stop him in the future.
James had offered to check first, and Regulus hadn’t argued. They each got into their respective beds, and fell asleep rather quickly. James had remembered to set an alarm on his wand to wake him up in an hour's time.
James was not happy when his alarm woke him at 11pm. He had only just gotten into a proper deep sleep. Despite this, he sat up with a groan and quickly silenced his alarm so as to not wake Regulus. When he made sure that the other boy was asleep, he walked around monitoring each plant. He made notes on the pieces of parchment that was with each plant, marking the time and how far along they seemed to be.
Professor Sprout had told them that her sixth year students had charmed Venomous Tentacula seeds to grow faster and with stronger roots and stems. James was to measure how long their vines were at each interval, without the vines from nearby plants attacking him. How exhilarating. He circled the room measuring each plant as he went and dodging nearby ones that were a bit too mobile for his liking, when he reached one that looked a little different from the others.
All of the other plants had long vines with large, spiky, green leaves covering them. Some of them were starting to be weighed down and were starting to droop over the edge of the pot they were in. but this particular plant had something a little different. Like the others, it had long vines with green leaves, but between some of the leaves were tiny budding flowers. He couldn’t see the colour of the petals yet, but if they were spelled to grow quickly then maybe he would before the sun rose. Perhaps, the buds were an extra enchantment a student had put on their seeds. He decided to mark on the parchment buds sprouted, 23:04pm. Then he got back in bed, setting an alarm for Regulus.
When the alarm went off, both boys groaned this time. But, when James turned it off he went back to sleep, and Regulus had to get up. He stretched his arms over his head and stood from his bed. He walked around the room, measuring vine length and recording it on parchment, just as James had done the hour before him. One flower struck him in the back when he turned away for too long, and he cursed as it pushed him forwards unexpectedly. Nevertheless, he stood- rubbing his back to try and soothe the sting from the spikes- and turned to the next plant. The next one was the plant with flower buds, and he squinted confusedly at it. Venomous tentacula didn’t have flowers, only vines with leaves. What was this one then?
Eventually he came to the same conclusion as James had done the hour before; one of the students was experimenting with charms on the plant seeds. He couldn’t say he blamed them, growing these plants was rather dangerous and quite annoying. At least they were permitted to swear when one strangled them in lessons. Though, this one didn’t seem so lively and violent at the moment. That being said, none of them really did, which he was thankful for. Being choked out by a teething plant at 6 minutes past midnight wasn’t at the top of his to do list. So he promptly got back into bed. It didn’t take long to fall back asleep as he set an alarm for James.
How many times would they have to do this? James thought as he stopped the alarm. 1:00am wasn’t the time to be waking up. It was exceptionally cold in the greenhouse now, and as he watched Regulus stir from the alarm, he noticed that the other boy’s blankets were pulled much higher over his body than they were last time.
He stumbled around the room, dodging violent plants and measuring others, all while wiping the bleariness from his eyes. His handwriting was nearly illegible as the need for sleep caught up with him. What was the point of this? Wasn’t there a spell that Sprout could’ve used instead? James was more alert and awake than ever when he got to the strange flower furthest from where they slept. Its buds have fully sprouted, and the flowers were a mix of a gorgeous icy blue and the most vibrant pink he thinks he’s ever seen from a plant before.
He marked down what had happened to the plant on the parchment, then decided he really needed to know what was happening with this plant before he fell asleep in the room next to it. It was behaving weirdly; different from the others. Its vines were not violent and its leaves were not spiky. Instead, its leaves were incredibly soft, almost like satin, and the vines swished back and forth with a sense of grace that none of the other plants seemed to have. It was truly a beautiful plant, but he needed to know why it was different; something about its calming, gentle nature spooked him. This plant was nothing like what it was supposed to be.
So, timidly, he woke Regulus. He gently shook the younger boy’s shoulders, and watched as he stirred. “What, Potter?” he asked, rather disgruntled with his annoyance. He was going to be woken up multiple times tonight despite his protests, why was James waking him up on purpose an additional time?
“I’m sorry Reggie, I didn’t want to wake you, but this plant is being weird and I don’t want to just go to sleep without knowing why it’s different.” he said. Regulus sat up, rubbing his eyes as he did. His hair was all over from where he had tossed and turned in his sleep, trying to maintain some warmth. Though his hair was not like James’, which was rather dendritic upon his head.
“You mean the only one with the flowers?” he asks quietly, far too tired to speak any louder than necessary. Plus, the greenhouse was surprisingly quite echoey.
“Exactly! Do you know what it is? I thought it might just be one of the students experimenting on the seeds, but it seems like a completely different plant from the rest, right?” he asks, unsure of his thoughts. He’s always known that Regulus was smarter than him despite his age, and it made James feel a little inferior, which he felt so rarely.
“I don’t have a clue what it is,” Regulus started. That made James feel better at least. “But like you said, I’m not sleeping in here if there’s a chance it could grow legs and kill us in our sleep.” he finished, standing from the bed as well. He seemed annoyed that he had been woken, but luckily not annoyed at James specifically; more like he was annoyed at the situation.
They both stood over the plant for a few minutes, which seemed to get longer as each one ticked by. They watched the vines sway gently, when all of a sudden, the petals curled around each other, like the flower was budding up again. But then it seemed to spit at them.
They both swatted the air, attempting to dissipate the purple cloud of glittering smoke that surrounded them. “What the hell is that?!” James spluttered.
“Like I know!” Regulus replied, seemingly growing increasingly frustrated.
Neither of them realised that they were breathing vapours that were affecting their libido massively. Not until all the smoke had gone and they made eye contact. James suddenly felt warmth consume him, swelling in his chest. He grew lightheaded, his knees felt weak and his hands were shaking. He felt sick as butterflies swarmed in his stomach from nerves. A bead of sweat was dripping down his forehead, when had it gotten so warm in here? Both boys could see their breath from the cold only moments ago. Now, the windows were fogged up from the heat of both of their bodies.
both of their bodies. Because Regulus was breathing heavily too. He couldn’t take his eyes off the older boy, and he felt like he would collapse from weak knees at any moment. How embarrassing that would be. A bead of sweat was making its way down the back of his neck rather than his forehead, and he had the dying urge to wipe it away, but he couldn’t move. His eyes fixated on James’ mouth as he took deep breaths.
“Please tell me you feel weird too?” James asks with a shaky voice and the odd stutter. Regulus would feel inclined to tease him for this, if only he wasn’t the same.
“Uhh, yeah I feel pretty weird.” he answered.
James felt like he could physically feel the blood drain from unnecessary places straight into his cock. Regulus tried to shove his sweating hands into his pockets so that he could pull the front of his trousers away from his body to his own hardening dick.
James couldn’t pull his eyes from Regulus’ neck. He watched it pulse with his heartbeat, and he could see the bead of sweat that Regulus could feel. He watched it seep into the collar of his shirt, but only after it had rolled over his collar bones, that James was now entranced with. How were his neck and collarbones demanding so much attention?
Regulus was transfixed on James’ chest and arms. His chest was practically stretching his shirt beyond its limit. The shirt must be too small for James, it might as well have been painted on at this rate. His biceps were bulging from the arm holes of the shirt he had slept in, and Reguls couldn’t tear his eyes away from the veins in his forearms and the back of his hands. What business did hands have being this attractive?
Whereas James was bound in his shirt, Regulus was practically drowning in his. James was very aware of how the other boy’s shirt fit. Afterall, it was the only reason that he could actually see the other’s collarbones in the first place. Though it wasn’t only the neckhole that was too big. The sleeves, which were most certainly supposed to be short, fell to his elbows, and the bottom of the shirt fell to his mid thigh. This did nothing to help James’ imagination of Regulus in James’ shirt……. And nothing else.
He could feel his cock swell at the mere thought, and he unconsciously took a step closer to the other, who gasped at the sudden movement, but made no move to get further away. Why would he? He was too busy imagining James’ veiny hands as a necklace for himself. Not that he knew why.
Neither of them knew why they were suddenly having these thoughts, but they both felt that they were in no position to question them. James’ heart started beating erratically as Regulus started suddenly moving closer with determination in his eyes. He stood in front of James, peering up at him, but said nothing. It was as though he was waiting for James to make the next move.
Then James realised he was waiting for James to make the next move. This was uncharted territory for the both of them. Regulus was James’ best friend’s brother. James was Regulus’ brother’s best friend. They weren’t allowed to do this. But everything was telling them to.
James’ gaze locked on Regulus’ mouth when he wet his lips with his tongue, too anxious not to do something, move in some way. Then James could feel him, could taste him, all in his own mind. He was plagued with thoughts of mashing his lips into Regulus’s so hard that they bruised.
After a moment, he decided that he couldn’t withhold neither himself nor Regulus to that feeling. With one last look into Regulu’s eyes, which James realised were shining from the moonlight streaming in through the walls of the greenhouse, James seemed to ask for permission. Regulus took a deep breath, before giving a minute nod.
James surged forward, grasping Regulus’ face in a gentle grip, and forcefully pressed his lips to the other’s with a groan. Regulus followed, bringing his hands to clutch at what little of James’ shirt he could pull away from his stomach. He used his leverage on the fabric to pull the other boy closer. Their lips felt right against each other, like they had finally made their way home. Regulus’ lips were chapped, worried from biting and picking when the cold had come and exams had begun. James’ lips were soft; constantly moisturised by his tongue as he licked over in place of biting like he usually would.
Regulus groaned when he swiped his tongue across the softest lips he had ever felt on his own. Barty’s were always rough, not chapped but never soft. James’ were like a daydream. He seemed to have no other choice but to sink his teeth gently into the other boy's bottom lip as they pulled away for a breath, only to pull him back in when a roaring desperation filled his lungs. It felt impossible to breathe when the smallest part of his body was no longer touching James.
James felt the same. When he felt Regulus pull away, he could barely pull a breath in before he felt the impossible need to be close to the other boy in any way possible. The kiss grew more heated, and their faces began to tilt from one side to the other as teeth clashed. Quiet breaths turned into wanton moans and anguished groans. How were they ever expected to be apart again?
Hands began to pull at clothes and wind into tendrils of hair, and names were whispered between them. Regulus started inching James backwards, and while he may not have known where he was going, he was happy to concede if it meant getting to continue this. How was he supposed to do anything but obey when a gorgeous man was hanging off his arms, pressing their tongue into his mouth and pulling hungrily at his hair so that he could pull James’ head back and move yearning kisses from his mouth down his jaw and neck.
Regulus clearly wasn’t expecting the high whine that was torn from James’ throat, as he rolled his hips harshly into James, leaving them both groaning at the friction it provided. Once they had found that glorious feeling, they couldn’t avoid it anymore. A heat built up in Regulus’ lower stomach, and the second he had James pushed down onto his green sheets, he was thirstily rolling their hips together with as much force as he could muster.
James had brought his hands up to clutch Regulus' waist, pulling him into himself with impossible strength, which only seemed to urge Regulus on more. Regulus knew there was no coming back from this when James let out a high pitched moan of “Regulus, please.” as he scrambled to readjust his grip on the younger man.
“Fuck, James.” was pulled from his chest, and suddenly he was up on his knees, wrenching his own shirt off over his head. If he had pulled at it with any more force it would’ve torn clean it two. Before long he was splaying his chest over Potter’s in a desperate attempt to be as close to him as possible at that moment. Hr returned his forceful kisses to James lips, pulling moan after moan and groan after groan from the other man.
When one of his hands came down to cup the bulge in James’ sweatpants, he couldn’t honestly say he was expecting the shout that came from him. His head was tossed back at such an alarming rate that Regulus was sure he’d have whiplash. His back arched so far off the bed that Regulus was sure he'd snap in two. His hands clutched so tightly into the bed sheets beneath himself that Regulus was sure they’d tear.
But none of that happened. His back flattened against the bed, his head came to rest straight and his hands came up to grasp Regulus by the waist, though they didn’t stop there. They forced the boy over so that he was now on his back with a shocked gasp. James pulled himself between Regulus’ legs, and repressed their hips together, craving that friction once again. When he got it, he dug his head into the crook of Regulus’ shoulder and whimpered his name. Regulus thrust his hips up from the bed to intensify the friction, and from James’ sob it worked.
“Reggie, please!” he mewled, digging his fingertips into Regulus’ waist so hard that it was sure to bruise a deep purple.
“Please what? What do you need, Jamie?” he asked, running his hands through James’ hair, accidentally pulling at the knots, though James didn’t seem to mind if his moans were anything to go off.
“Let me fuck you. Please, I need it so bad! I’ve never needed anything more in my life!” he cried. And he fully believed every word that spilled from his mouth. Regulus felt the same. The desperation they both felt to have the other so impossibly close was overwhelming and terrifying, but they found that they loved it the same.
“Get your clothes off.” Regulus said simply. James nearly cried in anguish when he freed his cock from its confines. He hadn’t been hard for very long, but his cock was already nearly purple, and pre-cum was beading at the tip. It throbbed horribly when he took hold of it, desperate for some relief.
Regulus felt much the same when his own pants were off, though his dick didn’t look any more aggressively painful than James’. His cock was red with anger, needing to be touched in anyway possible as soon as possible. Preferably by the gorgeous, naked man between his legs.
“Come on, James. Need you to fuck me.” he murmured, so desperate for anything that he felt he could barely move. James nearly cried with relief when he was given the go ahead. They didn’t prep or have any lube, but the plant seemed to have taken care of that as some form of sticky liquid was pooled around Regulus’ rim.
James couldn’t control the gasp that was ripped from him when he felt it. It was warm and sticky, and somehow everything he needed to feel in that moment. Regulus was everything he needed to feel in that moment.
And he felt all of him as he pushed in gently. His head was thrown back in bliss and he spluttered a soundless moan. Despite the lack of prep, Regulus seemed perfectly tight. James stilled for a moment when he had pushed all the way in, seemingly trying to catch his breath.
Regulus was in the same boat. The sudden intrusion and debilitating feeling of being so full was exhilarating. His legs were already shaking, and that was only heightened when James threw his legs over his shoulder and pulled out. Then, all the air was punched from Regulus’ chest as he thrust back in. the head of his cock slammed almost directly into his prostate and Regulus barely had the time to scream “There, oh my god there!” before James was slamming into it again.
Regulus’ head began to spin as pleasure shot through his spine, and James wasn’t much better. His knees were shaking where they were digging into the mattress, and his hips felt weak as he pistoned them back and forth. His hands gripped tightly onto Regulus’ thighs, leaving bruises instantly, and Regulus found that he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
“Fuck, Regulus! You feel so good, I can’t stop.” he seethed through gritted teeth. His words shot a strange buzzing through his body, and he felt it reach the tip of his cock.
“Don’t stop! Don’t want you to stop, James!” he yelled, letting out little ah,ah,ah’s as he was pushed further up the bed from the force of James’ thrusts, which sped up with Regulus’ pleading.
Then Regulus was patting and clawing desperately at James’ chest to get his attention. James stopped his thrusting, and looked down at Regulus, who was trying to pull his legs from James’ grip.
“I want on top. Lay down!” he practically demanded. James’ pulled out, leaving Regulus feeling emptier than ever before, and laid on his back. It didn’t take long for Regulus to swing one of his legs over James’ waist to straddle him, wasting no time in James’ cock in hand and sliding down on it. This time, Regulus’ head was thrown back, and James was left scrambling to clamp his hands down on something, that something being Regulus’ thighs.
Regulus bounced up and down with vigour, chasing his own high but feeling elated when he ripped moans, whine, whimpers and groans out of his brother’s best friend. And if that didn’t turn Regulus on more. His brother’s best friend, technically an older man, was mewling and squirming underneath him as he rode his cock. What a sight to see, James Potter, so unearthed by pleasure that his eyes were in the back of his head and he could no longer filter any of the sounds he made. Though he did manage to bring his legs up so that he could start thrusting up to meet Regulus’ bouncing.
Eventually, their breathing became even more laboured, their thrusts and bounces becoming sloppy and losing rhythm, and Regulus could feel a burning, coiling need to release building in his lower stomach and the end of his cock, even without stimulation. James was about ready to explode from overstimulation. Somehow, neither of them noticed that he had cum already, and that it was dripping out of Regulus and onto his own thighs, but they hadn’t noticed. So now, his cock was aching, somehow still hard and ready for another orgasm, though it was like every little touch from Regulus had been dialled up to 100.
Regulus only needed a little more, and he felt tears leave his eyes as he begged James for help. “Touch my cock, please James I need it, I’m gonna cum!” he practically screamed.
James brought his trembling hand up to Regulus’ cock and took it in his grip. At this, Regulus keened and fell forward, bracing himself on James’ chest with his hands. As James stroked his cock, increasing the pace every time Regulus muttered “more”, Regulus’ nails scraped down his chest and over his abs. His bounces became even more uneven, and as James cried that he was cumming, for a second time, Regulus burst. White ropes of cum splattered across James’ stomach, chest, neck and even a little on his face.
This time, Regulus felt as James filled him up, and moaned with him as he had never felt more full or satisfied. Regulus brought his bouncing to a halt, and James stopped thrusting and moved his hand from Regulus cock. He brought both of his arms to rest over Regulus’ back as the younger boy simply flopped down onto his messy chest, not caring that James was still inside him. He was exhausted and needed to catch his breath. So he basked in the warmth of James’ body, and snuggled down into his chest.
He didn’t even register when James slipped out and used his shirt to gently clean him up. He felt an excess of warmth when James pulled the blanket over the two of them, but couldn't even figure out what it was; his eyelids were too heavy to check. He was already asleep when James turned off all the alarms he had set. They didn’t need to wake up randomly throughout the night after this; they were far too tired.
He didn’t mean to fall asleep after being fucked in the greenhouses after some magical plant made them both extremely horny. But when he woke up the next morning and realised that he did in fact accidentally fall asleep fucked out in the greenhouses, and Professor Sprout was stood over him and his lover looking all kinds of disturbed, he was shocked to find that he didn’t care, because he was with James Potter. And god was he a good lay.