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What's the worst thing ever? Right, a firefighter. James had always been sure of that. It just came natural to him, after all, the only thing those were good at was splashing with water and sliding down poles. As an officer of the law he had had his run-ins with their lot a couple of times. Something that always left an after taste of something he couldn't accurately describe for some reason.
“Another arson case?” James groaned, grabbing his jacket and partner to head out to Soho. Someone had set fire to a bar which could only mean one thing, another rendezvous with the fire department and his beloved fire marshal Black.
“Look who's finally here!” The smug little fucker greeted him, wiping a bit of sweat off his forehead with the back of his ridiculously large protective gloves, “maybe if we had called you yesterday you could've made it on time, Potter?”.
James rolled his eyes in annoyance, “we can't all waste our time playing stripper and besides, I'm not here to splash some water, I'm here to do the actual job, Black.”.
“And what is that?” The marshall grinned back at him, ripping open the velcro of his fire resistant jacket to reveal the tight black shirt he was wearing underneath, “stacking donuts on your baton and beating up innocent people? Sounds incredibly important, glad you're doing that.” He scoffed, meeting his eyes with a challenge. Fire marshal Black hadn't been the only one to notice the quick one over James had given him in that stupid sweaty clingy shirt.
“Catching the people responsible for burning down one of our city's finest establishments.” He grit out, leaning in a bit. James had never been one to back down from a challenge.
“It's a strip club.”.
“It could've still been, if you had gotten here earlier.”. Oh, James was aware of what it was, or what the crispy, wet mess of burned furniture had been before the fire.
Black laughed, “that's not my job, that's your job. I'm here to contain the tragedy you couldn't prevent, Cop.”.
“Funny,” James didn't take the bait, “thought your job was putting out the fire before it consumed the whole place? Fallen off the pole too many times to remember?”.
“You couldn't do it.” He had gotten under his skin enough to provoke the fire within.
“What? Slide down a pole?” James laughed, “any fourth grader could do it.”.
Marshal Black crossed his arms in front of his chest, the smug grin sliding back in place, “you seem to know an awful lot about poles, did we just put out your favourite strip club or why are you getting so worked up about it, Potter?”.
Yes. “No.” He rolled his eyes, avoiding the ones staring back at him for a solid two seconds.
“Solve this case, maybe they'll give you a call once they reopen, though I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you,” he shrugged, taking a last step forward to size him up, “in case of arson, the owner always does it. You know, insurance fraud. You should know what that means right?” He grinned, walking off again to leave James fuming in his wake.
Stupid fire marshal, always so smug and smoldering hot. What?
“Why do you always let him win when he comes closer? It's like a switch goes off and suddenly you become all awkward and like this is the first time he's done that.” Lily was sipping at her to go cuppa, silently observing their little rivalry like she always did: with maximum enjoyment.
She had a point, so of course, James stomped off towards the dripping, molten front door, mumbling under his breath, “piss off, Evans.”.
“You're like a toddler when he's around.” The redhead laughed, following him to the wreckage to inspect it, “so what do you reckon?”.
“Arson.”.
“So what he said?” She grinned, tossing her long hair over her shoulder matter-of-factly.
“No,” James grunted, “what I said before we came here.”.
“Yea but that was just a lucky guess,” she stepped through the shattered window, taking a quick look around before returning to the outside, “he actually knows where the fire started, we should talk to him, get his report.”.
“Fine but for the record, I think this is a dumb idea.” He agreed begrudgingly, following his partner back to the main fire truck.
Marshal Black had now ditched the protective jacket and gloves, standing in just the heavy duty trousers and a loose white t-shirt, his suspenders falling off his shoulder on his sides as he filled out some paperwork.
His hair was curling up into tight spirals from getting sweaty and the front of that shirt was sticking to him again. Seriously, somebody get this man freaking towel!
James bit away a low displeased grumble. He hated talking to firefighters, especially this one and even more so when he was looking like that. All handsome and ready for the next charity calendar shoot, why did hot firemen sell that good?
“..yea, it's pretty clear,” the marshal pointed out to Lily– wait when had they started talking?– “the signature burn pattern of a liquid accelerator but without testing we can't be sure of what it was, could be gasoline, could be turpentine.”.
“We'll send something to the lab for testing.” She nodded, marking it down in her notepad, “did you guys see anything when you arrived? Any suspicious activity?”.
“No, nothing stood out.” The black haired man shook his head, glancing at the charred front of what used to be a place for fun and entertainment, “a few people running away but that's to be expected, luckily it wasn't open yet so there wasn't anyone inside.”.
She nodded, jotting down the things he told her.
“Any witnesses? What about the owner?” James asked, looking around the spectators and firemen.
“Well, this is a busy street but,” Black turned around, pointing at the open rear end of an ambulance and the girls sitting on the back of it, “they say they saw someone acting sketchy. They also called us in, so maybe go talk to them.”.
The partners turned, acknowledging the girls.
“Why the ambulance?” Lily asked, barely looking up from her notepad.
The marshal let out a rather exhausted sigh, “they tried to put the fire out and got a little burned, nothing too serious only lightly but still, they shouldn't have gotten themselves into the way of the fire, that's just stupid.”.
“It's more courageous than stupid, they tried to help, shouldn't you be thankful?” James snapped back at him.
“Look,” he shook his head, holding up his hands in defence, “I'm all for helping out where you can but this is a fire set by someone bound on wrecking this place, this is not one of those situations where anyone could just jump in and try their best.” His brown eyes were filled with determination, “they could've gotten themselves killed.”.
“Did you ask for their names?” Lily smiled, cutting through their intense staring before the sparks ignited another fire. She knew better than anyone that deep down, James would agree with him if he wasn't so blinded by what he was doing for a living.
“Marlene McKinnon and Dorcas Meadows. Meadows is eighteen, we've already contacted McKinnon's parents.”.
“Thanks, Reg.” Lily nodded, “hope we won't see you soon.”. Contrary to James she didn't say those words to spite the fireman, she was genuinely hoping to not have to solve an arson case in the near future, for the sake of peace.
“We will if you don't catch the guy!” He grinned back, a friendly challenge in his tone when he was talking to her, for James he only offered his cold shoulder and smirk before he turned away.
James didn't have time to get offended by that, his attention was fully on his partner, “you know his name?! Why do you know that?!”.
“He's cute.” She shrugged, walking over to the girls.
“You're gay!” James protested, still in total disbelief.
“Not for me,” Lily smiled at the girls, “for you.”.
“What?!”.
James stared daggers at her but she didn't care, pointedly ignoring him as she introduced herself to the witnesses, “my name's detective Evans, this is my partner detective Potter. We know you've already talked to Marshal Black but we would like to get your statement again for the record, is that fine or would you like to come to the precinct after you've rested?”.
He let her handle the talking, working tirelessly on not looking like a six year old who had been denied a second scoop of ice cream. Honestly, why would she even suggest something so vile? Dating a firefighter? That should be considered a criminal offence and he would know! He was a policeman, a damn good one and having to talk to that stupidly attractive fire hydrant was enough torture for one day, not to mention that this really was a place James frequented whenever he wanted to stop thinking about his cases or the pressure of always being and acting in charge of everything. Now he had to find a new place, marvelous.
Lily handled the rest of the interaction with the girls at the precinct leaving James to log in all the information they had gathered into the system. Unsurprisingly they had a lot to say but Lily bathed in the sort of calming, caring, attentiveness. She could listen to people for days on end, nudging them to answer her questions honestly. James could rely on her.
He had known that before, had learned all about her adorable quirks when they had moved in together after graduating from the police academy together. Initially this had started as something very different from what it was now. The typical will they won't they until the pivotal moment of realisation of fuck, we're gay hit them across the face with a bat. They were still living together, now even more comfortable than before, the stressful factor of trying to impress the other discarded and replaced by pure friendship. Not to mention the relief of finally knowing what that confusion was and driving into it head first.
The questioning was over, Lily had sent them home, yawning as she typed in the last details of information she had gotten from them. “What do you say? It's a pizza night, right? Or tacos? Ooh I could kill for a sake bowl!”.
James laughed, shaking his head, “don't do that, how would that look for me? A cop and a killer sharing an apartment?”.
“That would make a great movie,” she grinned back, “killer, cop starring Andrew Garfield and Ben Barnes.” She nodded approvingly, “I'd watch that.”.
“You watch everything that's gay so that's not really a seal for quality.” He grinned, packing up his things.
“You're one to talk, your favourite movies are lord of the rings and they just walk around for ten hours, it's like watching one of those boring ass travel shows but with less cute animals and yummy looking food.”.
“They have yummy looking elves?” he offered, leaving the precinct with her.
“They do have some hot lady elves in those movies.” She agreed, pleased to think about the actors she had seen while being forced to watch the trilogy with him over and over.
James laughed, nodding along, “if I had a choice I'd go for Frodo.”.
“Mh, because he looks like your sexy firefighter crush? Minus the hairy feet…” She teased, proud of her successful jab.
“I don't have a crush on him, I hate that guy!” He protested, stewing next to her, the very clear signs of lying, though he was mostly lying to himself at this point.
“Riiiight,” she didn't drop the subject, leading them to their apartment, “is that why you keep drooling when he's wearing only a sticky, sweaty shirt and those thick trousers?”.
“He's probably wearing underwear…”.
Lily gasped, laughing as she clicked her tongue berating him, “well, well, look who's thought about what kind of underwear they sexy fire marshal is wearing?”.
“Hey!” He pouted, adding a mumble, “I didn't say what kind…”.
“Didn't need to.”.
Fair.
He had thought about it, arguably more than he should've. Maybe he really should scout for a new club, get his mind off today and hopefully him off too in the process. He had the funds to pay for a private thing and honestly, after having to talk to that smug, infuriating twat James had really earned himself a good distraction so he declined the offer to stream their favourite show and eat take out food because his mind was already set on doing something he'd rather do without his best friend/former girlfriend.
Still, he stopped by their apartment to change into something else than his work clothes and research a fairly good rated club before he left.
Fuego was the one he landed on. Rated well, open to everyone, specifically catering to all sexualities and known for their Latin style cocktails. Truly a place James could get behind
The lights were dim, leading him towards the open showroom. A few tables scattered across the room, all facing the various sized stages.
James got himself a drink, deciding to wait for the next scheduled show and choosing a seat a little off to the side, away from other people and in front of the smallest of the polestages. This wasn't his usual club and if the show didn't entice him the way he wanted he didn't want to seem too rude sneaking out.
The music grew steadily louder, James hadn't even noticed it all that much before, now it was unmistakable. He watched as a group of people strutted onto the stage, each and everyone of them in barely any clothes but with one very notable detail, the masks. Not the kind of masks you would get in a Halloween store, not the kind of terrifying face or misshapen animal, no. Those masks were different, silk, lace or leather, covering only the upper half of faces but leaving enough to draw him in.
To James' delight the pole in front of him had been occupied by a man. Not that he wouldn't watch a beautiful woman dance her heart out for him but after the day he's had, seeing some jacked man spread his legs for him was really what he came here for.
The show commenced, the music weaving with the lights and flowing movements of the dancers. Definitely a choreographed routine but every now and then the man in front of him changed things, put emphasis on creating elements or locked eyes with him in the most delightful way.
James was mesmerized, watching in awe as the man showcased his skills on the spinning metal pole. Strong moves and he made them look as if it was easy. James was sure those weren't easy at all but this man completed the illusion, making it look weightless and light all while being sensual and erotic.
The song was over way too soon, James almost reached out to hold him back before he left the stage. Luckily he caught himself before he did something dumb, getting himself kicked out in the process.
His drink was nearing empty now and the show was over but the performance wasn't.
The dancers made their way back into the room, this time strolling or strutting right through the crowd. James kept an eye out for the man he had just watched, a silk mask covering his face, sinfully tight black shorts and presumably nothing underneath. Yes, James had looked.
Just when he thought this dancer had decided not to join the others he felt it, a hand, softly caressing over his shoulder from behind, “your drink is empty,” he spoke, whispered into James' ear, the hand now gliding over his chest, “should I serve you another one?”.
“Yes.” James breathed, too quick to really think about the question. If this man was offering, he would take it!
The time it took to fulfil the order felt way too long, James was aching to see him again, to have him close, see him dance again.
Of course the man returned, sitting the cocktail down on the table next to James as he strolled around his chair to face him, “you were watching so vigilantly, did you enjoy the show?”.
James nodded, his eyes wandering over the glistening body in front of him. He wanted more, wanted to see him sway to the music again, wanted to touch him but he knew how this worked, that he'd have to pay to continue.
“I could dance again, just for you, be all yours.” He hummed, certainly knowing which buttons to push, “do you want that?”.
“Yes.” James answered, already pulling out his money to pay him, not even thinking about the amount. He wanted to see him again, have him perform just for him.
“Here are the rules:,” the man stuffed the money into his pocket, already winding to the music as he explained, “you can look but you can't touch. If you're being good I'll let you touch but only where I put your hands and you are not allowed to grab me.” He looked into James' eyes, “clear?”.
James nodded again, laying his hands onto his own thighs, “clear.”.
“Good boy.” He mused, moving to the sensual rhythm of the music.
Ohhh yes, James liked that, loved the praise, loved the attention, loved everything about this.
It started slow, building up over the course of the music until he was finally touching him again, gently tracing his hands over James' thighs, to his hands and up his arms to settle on his shoulders, “is there anywhere you explicitly don't want me to touch?”.
“No.” James was almost panting at this point, watching him, his hands clawing into the material of his trousers to keep them from trying to reach out.
“Okay,” the dancer nodded, ghosting his fingers over the exposed parts of James' neck, his hips rolling forward as he smoothly slid onto his lap, straddling him but not really putting any weight on him, “still, you let me know if you want me to stop.”.
“No, don't ever do that!” James chanted, enthralled by the show, the way he was moving around him, getting excited when he touched him softly.
This was the kind of thing he had come here for, the kind of thing that wiped his mind clear of the stresses of the day. He was here, in this moment, in this chair, at the mercy of this man and his powers.
“The song is almost over, do you want me to keep dancing after that?” He cooed, putting on a soft pout and rocking a little bit closer to James' hands.
“Yes!”. He knew what this meant, that he'd have to pay again but honestly, this was worth his money tenfold, so he paid, watching as the dancer slid off his thighs to change position, turning around to present his arse in these unbearably tight shorts.
It was pathetic, really but James could feel the space in his own trousers slipping away, his cock stirring up when he bent over, his hands on his still clothes cheeks as he spread them a little before slowly sinking down on his lap, right onto the upside of his hands. James groaned a little, his body begging him to betray the promise, to pull him onto his hardening cock but he didn't cave.
“Give me your hands.” The sticky wet dream on his thighs instructed, putting his over James' as he guided them to the inside of his thighs to spread them apart on James' lap.
“Oh fuck…” James groaned, biting his lip, his eyes glued to the arse so close to the bulge in his crotch. The fabric of the dancer's jeans stuck out a bit to reveal what James had been thinking about, the type of underwear he was wearing and this little peak did not disappoint. It was lace and if experience was anything to go off it was surely something James would love to pull to the side while fucking into him. “Is dancing all you do?” He wanted him. Fuck, no. He craved him!
He couldn't see it but he was sure to hear the grin on the dancer's lips when he answered, “I don't do penetration,” he hummed, sliding further back and closer to James' pulsing cock, “I do do other things though.”.
“Yea?” James pulled in a sharp breath, his body was close to betraying his orders, “what kind?”.
“Do you want a preview?” He was moving James' hands over his thighs, letting them come close to his middle but never quite there.
“Fuck, yes, absolutely!” It came out as a little more of a pant than what he had hoped but how was he supposed to keep it together when he had some half naked fever dream sitting on his lap talking about the services he offered?
The next thing happened fast, James barely had time to register it before his mind was overwhelmed by muscle memory, a pathetic moan escaping him as the dancer slid onto his fully erect cock, grinding into him once only to slip away again. By then James' hands had moved on their own, one to the side of his hips and the other one to grab his crotch. “Fuck! I'm so sorry!”.
Shit! Had he messed it up? Was this his first and last experience in this club?
“Naw,” the dancer chuckled, “you're cute James. Just really can't control yourself, can you?” He turned to look at him, a smug grin on his sparsely lit face.
Huh?
James' mind was overwhelmed. Did that guy just say his name? Did he not jump to have him kicked out?
“Did I tell you my name?” He asked, still trying to piece everything together and to remember the brief conversations they had shared before.
“You did not.” The dancer grinned, switching up his position again to straddle him facing him.
James frowned lostly, the alcohol in his cocktails was not helping him at all. “Then how do you?”.
“I know who you are.” He grinned, his hands back on James' chest, gently rubbing up to his shoulders.
“You do?”. How?!
The dancer nodded, leaning in to whisper into his ear, “yes, officer.”.
James' eyes widened. Who was this guy?! Was he someone he had arrested? Someone he had interviewed as a witness? Someone he had helped? Or was he someone who sought revenge on him?!
“Mh, that reminds me,” the dancer grinned into the crook of his neck, his breath fanning hotly against the sensitive skin, “after you've seen me on the pole, do you still think a fourth grader could do it?”.
No. James groaned. Frustration taking over, “take off that mask.”. He knew who was gently riding his thigh, still putting on a show for him and he was not pleased to see him at all.
“That's not part of the dance.” The bane of his existence, the drop of stale milk in his morning coffee, the absolute pain of every interdepartmental case kept playing, now taking it even further by licking a trail from James' collarbone to the side of his jaw.
“Dance is over, take it off.” James demanded, biting his tongue to not moan out in pleasure. He was still so painfully hard, his body still hoping to look past the inconvenience and finally get its release.
“Mh, you're right, Officer,” Black grinned, nibbling softly on his earlobe, “you were planning on paying for something more.”. James didn't know when it had happened but one of the fire marshals hands was now lightly pressing on his still desperately stiffened cock.
He moaned out pathetically, spanking the man on his lap in return. Not the brightest idea as he learnt only seconds later when he moaned out his name. “Hm James, you're not allowed to do that.” He hummed, thoroughly enjoying how harsh he had hit him.
“I don't care, idiot. Kick me out for all I care, I'm not paying you to keep grinding on me.” James grunted in return.
“You don't have to, I'd do this for free,” he confessed, sliding back onto James' cock, “anything to finally feel you, James!”.
“What?!”. It was impossible to keep a coherent thought with how aggressively he was grinding down on his cock now, nothing of that smooth teasing anymore, this man was needy!
“You heard me,” he answered between soft moans and frantic motions, “I can't keep eye-fucking you, I want the real thing! Please, I want it so bad!”.
James' mind was struggling, on one side he wanted to be angry, annoyed, even feel betrayed but on the other…
“Can we go somewhere private?” James sighed, his hands on Black's hips to slow him down a bit, “I'd rather do this without everyone watching.”.
“Yes!” He chanted, swinging his legs off James' lap to pull him to the assortment of private rooms and locking the door behind them.
James followed, still not fully comprehending that this was someone he knew, someone he hated, someone he spent hours fantasising about.
The room was small, just a big sofa and a coffee table with a bowl of lube, condoms and other contraceptives.
“My rules are:–”.
“I'm not paying for this.” James shook his head, eyes locked on marshal Black and what his body looked like when he was all riled up.
“Right, sorry, force of habit.” He tossed that list, pressing his body against James' again.
“Not so fast.” James grinned, his hands on his hips to push him away but not far enough he couldn't come back, “so this is what you do when you're off work? Whoring yourself out to anyone who asks?”.
“Anyone who pays.” He replied, changing his tactic now that he knew James was making him work for it.
“Right.” James nodded, gently tracing up the sides of Regulus' body, “who knew the head of the fire department was such a cock slut?” He teased but his hits didn't land.
Instead his rival simply dropped to his knees, his face mere millimetres away from James' erection, “you would've, if you weren't so goddamn hard to talk to, Potter.”.
“You talk to me every time, didn't know you were struggling with that?” James grinned, undoing the button on his trousers.
“Why do you think I started talking to your friend?” The marshal hummed, “did she not relay the message I gave her?”.
James shook his head, slowly unzipping his fly, “no, what message?”.
“That I want to wrap my lips around your massive cock, want you to bend me over your stupid desk and pound into me like it would solve everything we ever fought about?”. The patience this man could muster was really impressive, through all his slothful undressing the marshal had never even wavered from his position.
“She conveniently left it out when she was nudging me towards realising that I want that too.” James slid down his trousers but not the shorts he was wearing underneath.
There was finally some annoyance creeping onto the others face but he stayed put, “then let's take care of that first part here and then take me home and fuck me there to prove a point.”.
“I don't like you,” he shook his head, threading his hand into his dark curls to keep his head steady before removing the last piece of clothing between them, “but I like the way you think.”.
“Stop talking. Fuck my throat.” Black looked up at him, not with a grin or a challenge or any of that teasing, this was a demand, an order and James was trained to fulfil those.
He shoved his cock into Black's open mouth, going a little slow and careful but that quickly changed when the black haired man started bobbing his head, driving him further into his mouth and down his throat until it completely disappeared making James moan out loudly in the process, “fucking hell!”.
James barely had the capacity to form a full thought, his head falling against the padded door as the fire marshal sucked him into his mouth, truly giving him the best blowjob he had had in a long time and still putting on a show like the performer that he was. All the slurping, the sensual sounds and muffled moans around his cock were erasing any former doubt right out his brain. Why hadn't they been doing this earlier?!
If he knew it he would moan out his name but he still hadn't asked, nor really listened when Lily had said it this morning but this man was steadily working him to his high, making him almost wail in embarrassment as he came down his throat after only a few minutes.
“Don't really last long Potter?” The man on his knees commented, wiping his chin, his chest trembling unevenly after he had been cutting off his own airflow but he wasn't mocking him like he usually did, “I'm good with that as long as you can go again?”.
“What's your name?” James panted, getting dressed again as he watched him finally take off that mask.
“Regulus.” The marshal grinned, stepping so close James could feel his erection against his sensitive cock, “answer my question James.”.
He grinned, his hands gliding over Regulus' body to settle on his arse, “I'll take you home, Regulus,” he hummed, softly massaging him through the tight shorts, “I'll fuck you once,” now it was his turn to tease, to play a game, to rile him up until he was pathetically begging him to keep going, “then I'll apologise to Lily for being loud,” Regulus' neck was simply daring him to take a bite, leave marks and traces of their encounter, “and then I'll do it again. How does that sound, Reggie?”.
“Yes!” He chanted, shaking with desire, his head turned to the side in anticipation of feeling James' mouth on his skin but he let him wait, merely ghosting over the sensitive spots, “please! Want it all!”.
“And need it bad,” James added, scraping his teeth against his neck.
Regulus nodded softly, not wanting to detach James from himself, “so bad!”.
He teased a little longer, working his way up to face him again, “when did you know it was me you were dancing for?”.
“Saw you when you walked in.” Regulus whined, starving for James' touch, “traded places to get your pole.”.
He chuckled, softly spanking him again, “are you so desperate for my attention?”.
Regulus' knees buckled, making him grind his straining cock against James' thigh, “haven't noticed that before?” He groaned, riding James' thigh to get off, “I even changed shirts this morning but you weren't looking when I did.”.
“No,” he grinned, “but I noticed and I literally can't decide which one looked better,” the muscles in his thigh flexed a little to gratify him better, “though I think this looks good on you too.”.
“Shirtless?” He moaned, getting faster.
“Desperate.”.
“You have no idea!”. His movements were getting frantic, sloppy, imprecise until he stopped, moaning loudly, his thighs snapping together, shaking under the intensity of satisfaction.
“I think I can take an educated guess.” James grinned back, lifting his chin, “you said you don't do penetration, what exactly do you do at this club?”.
Regulus was not really in his right mind yet but that look on his nemesis’ face, the pure desire, the complete convergence of lust and adoration, he couldn't leave unanswered, “dance.”.
“Like you did for me?” he saw it, Regulus was still struggling to form a thought, fighting to answer him honestly. James couldn't help but swoon, reach out and steady him as he drooped against his chest, gently stroking over his exposed back for comfort. He was truly adorable.
“Less.” the shorter one sighed contently, holding on to him a bit more.
James gave him a moment to come back down to earth before continuing his questions, there was so much more he simply was dying to ask about, now that he could without the need for insults. Like how was his hair always so perfect? How did he always look like he was dolled up for a photoshoot? How did he manage to look into his eyes and reach for his soul? In essence, was he only looking for something casual or did James have the time to drag out his questions, preferably over the span of several years?
Regulus finally pulled out of their hug, clearing a rasp in his throat a little awkwardly, “so.. is this it or do you still want to–?”.
“Oh, you're coming home with me!” James laughed, surprised to see him this insecure, “can you just leave or do you still have to work?”.
“I can leave,” he bit his lip, “but you'll have to come to the back with me, if I go out the front door someone will ask me for something and then I can't leave..”.
“What is that logic?” James frowned, following Regulus to the staff area after checking to see if the coast was clear.
Regulus only stopped to explain once they had made it to some sort of locker room, “I can't leave if someone wants me to work for them.”.
“That sounds exploitative, want me to look into it?”. Besides the other people in that room, varying in stages of undressed, James could only stare at Regulus taking off his black trousers to reveal the dirty slip he was wearing underneath.
The black haired’ voice brought him back into reality, “you're such a cop, I don't need saving, I'm doing this as a hobby,” he chuckled, pulling on considerably less enticing clothes, “done staring? Can we go?”.
He had been staring. Shamelessly and blatantly, right at him. It would honestly not even surprise him if he had started drooling too. Of course he had seen men before. Naked, in a towel, fully dressed, all cute and perfect in lingerie but this man? He was lethal.
Regulus chuckled again, moving closer. Calculated, each step with purpose like the trained temptation he was. “I asked you a question James,” he mused, letting his fingers dance over his chest as he circled him slowly, stopping behind him to rest his forearms along his shoulders, “are you done staring? Can we go home?”.
James was still in a sort of trance, turning around to him, his hands on his hips but the carefully crafted response was cut off by someone else.
“Your boyfriend's so cute Reg.” A woman squealed into his ear. Not literally but she might as well have with the way it eliminated everything James' brain had worked so hard for.
Regulus grinned at her, taking James' hand to lead him out the back entrance, “not my boyfriend,” he stopped, judging the expression on James' bewildered face before adding, “not yet.”.
What?!
What was that supposed to mean?!
Well, logically, it could only mean one thing but still, what?!
“This is a fling,” he asked, still letting himself be dragged to the metro station, Regulus' hand in his, “a one time thing, right?”.
“Sure.” The other one shrugged, grinning way too menacingly to be truthful. “One time.”.
James nodded, eyeing him carefully.
“One time here, one time there,” Regulus mused, turning back to him, “just once.”.
“Reg…”.
“And then another time,” he nodded, pulling James to his chest, “I'll smother you slowly, each time will feel like you're in control and then,” he grinned, looking deep into his eyes, “you'll be mine.”.
James didn't answer, didn't know what to say, didn't want to disagree.
Regulus grinned broadly at him, stepping closer when they had made it onto the train, “no arguments?” He chuckled, draping his arms over James' shoulders, “does that mean you agree?”.
He sighed, holding onto a pole next to them, the other arm around his waist to keep him close, “means I'm not saying no until I've had you.” He grit out, not even looking him in the eye when he lied. It was just an excuse anyway. He wanted to sleep with him, yes, and then… he wanted to do it again, and again. One time here, one time there… and then repeat that exact process. Just once… dragged out over several months if not years. Just like he had said.
“You won't want to say no,” Regulus mused, leaning in, “especially not after you've had me.” He grinned again, “I'll make sure of it.”.
James started down at his lips, imagining if they'd ever be so close he could taste them. “What are you gonna do? Voodoo me?” He scoffed.
“I might.” Regulus shrugged, licking his lips to keep his attention then letting his head fall back to expose his throat. He knew what he was doing, after all, he was getting paid to be this irresistible but on James it had the most of an effect it had ever done. He was eating it up, following each movement with his eyes, the grip around Regulus's waist growing more persistent, the desire to be intimate again increasing tenfold. He was making him desperate, with nothing but words and simple gestures.
“How does that work?” James' voice was only a whisper now, almost incomprehensibly against the rustling of the train, “with some weird puppet that looks like me?”.
“You don't look weird, James,” Regulus' eyes were back on him, dark and intense, “you're absolutely fucking gorgeous.”.
James gulped, needing a moment to process this look in his eyes and the weight of it on his body.
“Divine and edible,” Regulus continued, moving closer again, one of hands threading into James' hair, “I could devour you right now.” He grinned, rolling his body into his in one fluid motion.
“Yeah,” James breathed out, trying to finally kiss him but Regulus' hand held him in place. His mind had signed off a few minutes ago, nothing was listening to him anymore, the only commands were those Regulus laid out and James was following each one like the devout soldier he was.
“Not here.” Regulus reminded him of their predicament – public role models and all, even when off duty. Though the position they were in didn't leave much room for speculation of what was going to follow when they had made it to James and Lily's flat.
How they made it there was all but a blurry haze to James, his muscles led the way from memory while his brain was occupied with ideas on how to ask whether sleeping with someone while she was there would be a problem for his roommate. They shared that home and James didn't want to kick her out in the middle of the night with no further warning.
He fumbled with the keys a bit, a little anxious that despite this burning desire to fuck his obscenely attractive nemesis he wouldn't get to do it. Regulus didn't chastise him, didn't mock him for dropping the keys, he just stayed calm, smiling softly at him or eyeing him with a hunger James hadn't seen in a while.
“Lily,” he opened the door to their apartment, cautiously glancing around the hallway and doors, “I'm home…”.
Regulus followed him in, taking in their colorful decor and pitifully stroking over the dying leaf of one of their houseplants.
“D’you find a new place?” She called back from somewhere inside the apartment.
The implications of that question weren't lost on Regulus, he simply grinned knowingly at him, mouthing, “so that was your favourite club?”. To which James rolled his eyes in annoyance.
“Listen Lil,” James let out a breath, glancing into the open rooms to see where she was but not finding her, “where are you?”.
“Here,” she answered, chuckling as she stepped out of the bathroom in her pyjamas, a towel wrapped around her head and a toothbrush in her hand. Her eyes immediately fell onto Regulus, gleaming brighter, “hey Reg,” she grinned broadly, pointing between the two of them with her toothbrush, “answers, please.”.
“He needed a place to stay.”. It shot out of James, confounding all three of them. Why would he try to lie?
Regulus snorted a laugh, softly shaking his head as they watched the chaos on James face, “not really,” he chuckled, looking back at Lily, “I'm actually here to keep getting dick from him.”.
James' face turned deep red as he stared back at him in embarrassment.
“Keep?” Lily nodded knowingly, laughing because of James' reaction, “well don't let me stop you, I reckon I still got those noise cancelling headphones ‘round here somewhere?” She pointed the toothbrush around again, “bet they're probably in your room though?” She looked back at her roommate.
He was still processing, blinking froggly before comprehending the conversation. “Wait, what, you're fine with it?!”. Clearly a few of James' brain cells were having a field day somewhere else.
“‘Of course I'm fine with it?” Lily laughed again, walking into James' bedroom to look for the pair of wireless headphones, the toothbrush clamped between her teeth and cheek, “I'm actually rooting for you to realise you've been wanting to bone him for ages! It's so obvious too, the way you keep staring at him like his shirt would disappear if you tried hard enough.”.
It was mostly very difficult to understand what she was mumbling with the piece of bamboo in her mouth but Regulus had understood every word, grinning even more sure of himself now. “And it does disappear sometimes but when that happens so does every bit of self control, hm?”.
James scowled in response, pouting at him.
Lily continued her search in a different drawer, “I can imagine,” she chuckled, finding a different pair of headphones and shaking her head, “how come he's seen you without the shirt today? I mean besides when you changed it out on the street earlier.”.
“Wasn't wearing one to begin with.” Regulus grinned again, making things cryptic so James would have to explain his embarrassment.
“You just walk around shirtless?” Lily's eyes were occupied on the search, making her miss the glances between them.
“Shirtless, shortless,” Regulus shrugged matter-of-factly, “depends on what you pay me.”.
“Pay you?” She frowned, turning back around, taking the brush out to point at James, “you paid him to come home with you?”.
“No! I didn't!” James wailed, frustrated with how humiliating this conversation felt and already on edge watching Lily rummage through his room and only one drawer away from where he kept the few toys he owned.
Regulus chuckled, “he only paid me to dance, the rest was all consensual foreplay,” he smiled politely, "Do you see yourself being done any time soon, Miss Evans? I'd like to get fucked now.”.
“Oh–” she paused, stunned by how direct he was, stuttering as she held up the pair of headphones she had finally found, “ye-yeah, sorry. Off I go!”. She scurried out of the room, closing the door behind herself.
James shot him a look of utter disbelief, “you're so fucking blunt…”.
“I only get meaner when you keep me waiting, James.” He let out, recognising what that sounded like but too riled up to really apologize now.
James nodded, looking around his room for a second, a timid gesture to it before he continued, “so…. This is my room…, that's my bed…,” he pointed to it, unsure of what to do with himself now after Lily had pretty much exposed how he really felt about Regulus and that this was actually something he had been fantasizing about just the day before. Begrudgingly, one might add and in complete denial about those hidden layered emotions he held for him.
“I can see that,” Regulus sighed, stepping closer to him again, “are you stalling for her to get the headphones on or because you don't want to fuck me anymore? Because if it's not the first one I might combust into a pathetic little ball of shame.”.
“No, don't do that,” James frowned, confused by what he meant.
Regulus gave him another second to figure it out but nothing came so he stepped closer again, finding James' hand to hold on to just the tips of his fingers, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest. “You're thick,” he sighed, glancing up at him but shyly looking away again, “so I guess I'll have to really say it out loud…”.
He wanted to protest at being called dumb but Regulus shut him up with a look.
“Damn it, I feel like a bloody baby having to spell it out for you,” he sighed, snapping both his hands to James' cheeks to pull him into a heedy desperate kiss.
James' eyes blew wide. Was he being kissed right now?! Was Regulus being shy about something?!
He broke away again, biting his lip. James hadn't kissed him back at all, had just let him manhandle him into this position without saying anything. “Oh god!” Regulus panicked, backing away in horror, his heart breaking into pieces, he could hear them hit the ground, “sorry!”.
What? Had he done something wrong?
“Yea, okay!” Regulus nodded frantically, “just a fling to you, should've known!”.
“Where did your confidence go?” James asked lostly, watching Regulus slowly creep backwards towards the door, “didn't you say you wanted to do me here and there and everywhere? Make me want you and all that?”.
He took a few steps forward to him, confused by this complete shift, “what part of Lily's crusade to embarrass and humiliate me in front of you made you reconsider this because I need to know what I'm supposed to be angry at. Was it that ‘I should realise that I want you’ part?” He sighed, “or the questions about paying you to sleep with me?”.
Regulus watched him, the wheels turning behind his eyes.
James continued, biting the bubbling anger away, “Paying you is just about one of the only things I definitely wouldn't do to sleep with you. It wouldn't feel real and I'd at least want to pretend that it was.”.
Evidently these idiots were saying the same things to each other, just not in a way either explanation made full sense to the other. Blame it on alcohol, nerves and exhaustion after a full day of work.
“I don't want to pretend either.” Regulus spoke softly, looking into his eyes this time, “I want you.” He took a breath for strength, “beyond just one fuck, one night together, once and then it's done. I want more than that. I don't wanna be someone you call when your cock hurts and your hand is sore. I want you to call me when you wake up and before you go to bed, I want to hear how your day was and what you ate for lunch. A–”.
“Relationship, yes.” James ended his sentence, nodding firmly, "that's what I want.”.
“Even if I'm a firefighter?” He had to ask, after all the times they had argued about their jobs he simply needed to know, even at the risk of sounding ridiculous.
James laughed, nodding softly, “even if you're a stripper after work, baby,” he winked, “as long as I get to see you practice from time to time?”.
Regulus chuckled, grinning at him again, his confidence returning out of the pit it had fallen into, “it's a deal, officer.”.
“Mhh, don't call me that,” James hummed, placing his hands on Regulus' hips to pull him closer, “I'll get so hard whenever I think about it.”.
“Can't help it,” Regulus smiled back, beaming like a thousand suns, “my boyfriend's a cop.”. There was a question lingering behind those words, a distant call for confirmation James was happy to give.
“Your boyfriend's dying to finally have you, please fucking let him already.” He grinned, leaning in all the way to kiss him softly, precisely the way he should've done before.
Regulus slung his arms around him, pouring his soul into the kiss, quickly abandoning the soft and loving nature of it to make room for the pent up desire in him, the flames of pleasure licking up from within. A fire he didn't want to extinguish and neither did James.
He pulled him to his bed, blindly guiding him to straddle his lap again, “can I touch you freely?”.
Regulus nodded, grinding his arse against James' solidly hard dick, “yes! Do whatever you want but please, do me!”.
He wouldn't need to be told twice, not after that conversation, not with how these words were spoken like a plea, not when his boyfriend was grinding against him so desperately. He let his hands drift over his body, pushing up the hem of his shirt to discard it first, “I gotta say, I can't keep a coherent thought when you take your shirt off.” James marveled, tracing over the defined lines of the muscles on his torso, “or when you wear those tight shirts.”.
Regulus nodded softly, closing his eyes to enjoy the soft touches, a grin spreading across his face again, “knew you were staring at me this morning.”.
“Been staring at you for a while now.” James chuckled, turning them around to rid Regulus of his trousers, to finally see him in that lacy black slip again. His cock was twitching at the mere thought of it.
“And yet you couldn't remember my name?” He teased, stopping James' hands to get started on his clothes instead.
“If I did, I'd have to admit that I want to do more than just staring.” James got the message, hurriedly taking off his shirt and trousers again.
Regulus nodded, looping his fingers under his panties to pull them off with his trousers but James stopped him, lewdly glancing at his exposed dick, “would you mind keeping the underwear on? It's kind of a fantasy…”.
“Did I choose a kinky man?” he grinned, pulling the slip back up, winding out of the rest of his clothes like he was still performing for him.
“You did.” James nodded, wrapping his hand around his throbbing cock through the shorts, a spot of darkened fabric exposing his excitement, “I'm so going to watch you perform again, baby.”.
“I’ll be extra pretty when you're there.” Regulus winked, sitting up to rid James of his underwear. He couldn't wait any longer, he wanted him, wanted to taste him again, feel him in his hands, stretch around him when he pushed inside. He pulled him down onto the bed with him, hands in his hair to keep him close, “James,” he breathed, crossing his ankles behind his back, “I need you. Now.”.
James nodded, bending down to kiss him again, rough and demanding this time, so desperate it was barely a kiss anymore, just a wet messy tangle of tongues brushing past one another, teeth scraping against soft skin, sounds of pleasure between them. He let his fingers glide over the slip, over Regulus' full cock, between his thighs to pull the sticky fabric aside and dip the tip of his fingers into that welcoming warmth.
Regulus moaned out, his body arching into the motion of those fingers, “yes, James, fuck me open.”. His voice was already straining a bit, pleasure mixing with vocals, breaths of luxurious air panted between them. James wanted to swallow them up, wanted to be as close as possible, drink the air Regulus hummed out, wanted to be at the source of those sounds. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed and it belonged to him. Only him.
He let his fingers dig deeper, spread them a little, curved and elegant like he was leading his body with nothing but those fingers. Regulus followed, rewarded every movement with a sound, his face twisting and changing, all of his emotions spelled out clearly. The pleasure, every plea for more, the foundation of satisfaction, slowly building higher. James wanted to break through, wanted to give it one precise push to let the structure collapse like a house of cards catching him when he fell.
“More, please, James!” His boyfriend whined, shaking from stimulation, from having James' fingers pushed in and out to prepare him for the throbbing cock, patiently waiting to be used. “Can't wait! Please!”.
James grinned broadly, retrieving his fingers, dragging them over his spot one last time, agonizingly slow, pinning him down with his eyes on his, “how could I say no when you're begging?”.
Regulus groaned out loudly again, quivering under him, his slip clinging to the wet head of his leaking cock, “yes, yes please! Fuck me! Please!”. Begging was becoming something beyond a choice for him, his mind was flipping ahead, envisioning James inside him, his body in the motion of sex, the way his face might show how much he would be loving it, hoping fervently that he would be loving it.
“Want you so bad! Fuck me hard! Make me scream!” He chanted, giving James enough space to pull on a condom and using the moment to prop up on his elbows, legs apart like he could simply unhinge his hips to give him the grandest entrance, widest access. His muscles were still warm up from work and being able to fold almost in half always garnered a welcomed response. James was no different, he held onto his dick, his eyes wandering over Regulus' exposed body, lingering over the slip.
A thought hushed across his face, installing a wicked grin, “Remind me to eat you out baby, this view is fucking divine.”.
Regulus shuddered with excitement, nodding almost imperceptibly, stunned by just how visibly aroused James was at the thought of doing something only for him. “I will…” Regulus whispered, letting out a shaky breath.
“I like this shade of pink on you,” James winked, climbing on top of him, peppering soft kisses on his cheeks, down to the curve of his jawline, one hand around his own cock to guide it into Regulus loosened hole next to the slip, “fuck you're still so tight!”.
He wanted to hide, wanted to conceal his flustereness but none of that was necessary. James didn't see it as a flaw, didn't mock him, simply dove head first into this emotion, caught him when he thought he was falling.
James pushed in further, relishing in every increment of pleasure, in the feeling of Regulus stretching around him. He gave him time to get used to him, to adjust to his size before he kept going. Despite what he had thought in the beginning, when Regulus had let him know who he was in the club, this wasn't a hate fucking thing, this wasn't supposed to hurt him or be so rough he would have troubles the next day. This was the first time with his boyfriend, he wanted to go slow, wanted him to enjoy it as much as he did, wanted to please him right.
“You feel so good!” Regulus moaned out loudly, a groan tearing from deep out of his chest when James bottomed out.
James couldn't fathom words right now, couldn't return the compliment or let him know how this felt with anything other than cut-off words, broken sounds and his name, mumbled over and over until it merged into incompressibility.
His eyes found his, clear and with an understanding of what this meant, that yes, this would not be one and done. That the earth could shatter and they still wouldn't stop trying to be close. It was that important. To both of them.
He pulled out enough to bend down to kiss him again, to seal this promise. Regulus smiled softly against his lips, his hands travelling into his hair to keep him close, tugging at the strands between his fingers when the wait was becoming unbearable. “James,” he moaned, looking into his eyes again.
James understood him wordlessly, finally building up a rhythm of thrusts, starting slowly and increasing, chasing the sensations rippling through his veins at every rut against that special spot that made his boyfriend whine out in bliss. “Better?” He asked, panting between them. The amount of exercise he needed to do for his job had drastically decreased once he had made it to detective, Regulus was surely better in shape.
“Yeah!” His boyfriend moaned loudly, digging his nails into James' back, his legs wrapped around his waist, his back arched into the motion. Every fiber set alight through the fire James planted within him, his body aching under the pressure of his growing orgasm but he wasn't there yet.
He tried, he really did, but James simply couldn't keep up this fast and thorough pace for much longer, his body was collapsing as he pushed it past the breaking point, all in favour of fucking him well. His thrust became less precise, still hammering against that spot but exhaustion was claiming more and more of him.
Regulus noticed, stilling James' movements with two strong hands on his hips, “Mh gonna fuck myself on your dick now, James.” He groaned at the empty feeling when he repositioned James on the bed below, wasting no time in seating himself on his wildly pulsing cock again, “mhh,” he grinned broadly, one hand splayed across James' chest but he didn't continue.
“What?” James asked breathlessly, looking up at him, his hands on Regulus' thighs. What was he grinning about?
“Nothing,” he mused, running his fingers over James' arms until he found his hands, pinning them above James' head with ease, “I just like how you look.” He hummed, softly rolling his hips, making James' cock move inside him, the fabric of his slip between them adding to the friction against Regulus' own untouched cock. “All mine, flushed and still aching to come,” Regulus grinned again, lifting his hips and lowering them slothfully, dragging James's cock through pleasure but not giving him enough. He was so close, so ready to fall apart, to come undone and yet he couldn't.
James groaned loudly, trying to free his hands or to fuck up into him but Regulus denied him both with a commanding look. “Ah, ah.” He shook his head, “you'll come when I let you.” He bent down to him, trailing kisses along his neck, sinking his teeth into the softness. Never hard enough to draw blood or cause uncomfortable pain, just enough to make it clear that he was in charge.
“Please Reggie,” James whined, trying once more but that delightful weight on top of him held him in place, “please, I'm so close!”.
He could feel the imprint of Regulus' grin against his skin, the slow roll of his hips as he lifted himself up, residing a moment before sinking down again, “I know, Jamie,” he groaned softly, moving himself more in a way to gratify his own dick along James' lower stomach in that tight lacey piece of fabric, “keep begging, maybe I'll let you.”.
James was cut off by his own voice, a loud moan ripping out of him when Regulus inadvertently started moving faster, bouncing up and down in his lap, skin slapping against skin with every frantic movement. The thought before had been totally erased out of James' mind leaving it blank of what he had said before, “yes! Fuck, yes! Like that!” He moaned out, matching his own thrust with the movement of his boyfriend.
His dick was hurting now, so close to his release, pleasure and pain mixing in the most delicious way. He could feel it building, that familiar pressure in the base of his cock, making him feel full and ready to burst, vision blurring at the edges but he couldn't not look at Regulus. He needed to see it, needed to remember that moment when Regulus would cum too but it didn't. He stopped, chest trembling but with a grin far too mischievous to attest to his own exhaustion. This wasn't a tale of tiredness, this was deliberate and James could only groan and whine.
“Please!” He wailed, pleading with him, eyes watering with frustration, “please! Reg, please!”. Normally he wasn't one to ask for anything more than twice, let alone beg but with this man, he'd do anything. “I need to come, please!”.
Regulus moaned softly, kissing away a tear that made it over the threshold of lashes, pressing another kiss onto his lips, “god, you're angelic when you beg. I don't think I'll ever get enough of it.”.
“Please.” James whined again, his body shaking with anticipation, every shred of self-consciousness wiped away when he saw the look in Regulus' eyes, how much he enjoyed this, how much it was doing for his pleasure to see him like this, to have him beg, to be the one in control.
“Yes, officer.” He kissed him one last time before picking up the pace again, leaning back to fuck himself fast and merciless on James' cock, making him moan out louder than before until he finally came deep inside him. His sight went completely dark for a moment, his body trembling intensely.
Regulus came with him, stuttering on top of him and riding out his high until the sparks cleared away.
After a moment James came back to himself, still in his bed but his boyfriend snuggled up to him at the side, drawing shapes into the bit of hair on his chest.
“That–” James let out the air in his lungs, turning to face him.
Regulus nodded, grinning broadly at him, before pulling him into a kiss, “yes, it was.” He chuckled, “it really was.”.
★★★
“Whatchu got Evans?” James rolled around in his spinny chair to greet his roommate at the door to his office, note book and to go cuppa in hand.
She smiled, nodding her head towards the door, “fire case, you coming?”.
James practically jumped out of his chair, swiftly taking his jacket to head on out to their car.
“Try not to snog your boyfriend behind the fire truck this time.” She chuckled, managing to fasten her seatbelt before James flew them towards the address, siren and blue lights included.
“No promises!” He grinned broadly, trying to control the raging excitement of seeing Regulus again before the end of the day when he would watch him dance at Fuego, followed by a private thing in one of the many rooms at the back of course.