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As the night got colder, the cheers and laughs got louder in the Gryffindor dorm, everyone drowning in celebration. Presents were unwrapped, pranks were made and punch was spilled. Kisses were shared under the mistletoe and everyone was silently hoping for a certain someone to accidentally end up under with them. Said someone piss drunk on the couch, draped across Remus.
The night was young, and young love was to be seen everywhere. Innocent, sweet love could be found everywhere, even in the most unexpected places. James Potter was looking for his young lover, his secret, one no one would ever guess.
Two hours of silent longing later, James had to excuse himself from the festivities, heading to his room to find out exactly where his darling was.
His search led him to the astronomy tower, where his favourite Black brother was watching the sky with an innocence many would be surprised to see on face.
“Hey love,”
Regulus turned around slowly, his fingers loosening around the railing as his body visibly relaxed.
“My Atlantis,”
“Like—like the lost city? The one that sinked?” James stuttered out, confusion taking over for a minute or two.
“mhm,” letting go of the railing, he walked towards James, the sleeves of James’ sweater almost covering the tips of his fingers.
“Would you sink to the bottom of the ocean with me, my lover?” A red flush was on his cheeks, either from the cold or whatever alcohol was passed around in the Slytherin dorms. He raised a cold finger and ran it along James’ jaw, standing up on his tiptoes and moving even closer to James’ lips.
“Like Pyramus and Thisbe, a perfect kind of love,” the words were barely above a whisper, his free hand slipping down to cling onto James’ shirt. The barely noticeable scent of alcohol clung to Regulus’ clothes, hidden under someone else’s cologne.
“Your favourite,” James said, his volume mirroring Regulus’.
Regulus tilted his head up, shifting his gaze from James’ neck to his face, keeping his eyes locked with his.
Moving both hands to James’ shoulders, he used it to pull himself up to leave a quick peck on James’ lips, before tilting his head to deepen the kiss, leaving a breathy moan against James’ mouth when he tilted his head to reciprocate. That left an opening for James’ to enter his tongue, his fingers digging into the skin beneath Regulus’ sweater, his hands wrapped around his waist. Walking him backward while still snogging him like tomorrow doesn’t exist. Picking Regulus up like he weighed nothing, he placed him onto the railing, drawing a breathy moan out of him.
He keeps kissing him and Regulus is drowning. Sinking into James Potter but he just can’t help himself because it’s James sodding Potter and how is Regulus supposed to not enjoy snogging him. When he’s right there and he’s snogging him like he’s the only person that exists to him. Like he truly does love him. And Regulus can’t help but think that he could just stay there and drown in the miracle that is James and never have to take a breath again because James is all he needs. He is his oxygen, his lifeline, the heart racing in his chest. James is the only thing Regulus needs to survive and he's okay with that. Because James is kissing him like he thinks that all he needs forever is Regulus. His whole life, his past, present and future is in his arms and it’s name is Regulus Arcturus Black.
Eventually, they do have to pull it away, their foreheads against each other as they catched their breath. Regulus’ eyes stayed trained onto where their hands were interlocked on his lap, leaning into James’ hold.
“I’d sink to the bottom of the ocean with you, Reg,” James answered his question from earlier, pulling his hand away from Regulus’ to tilt his chin up. “Like Pyramus and Thisbe,” and he leaned down to leave another kiss on Regulus’ red and swollen lips, a quick and innocent peck on the lips before he was staring into Regulus’ eyes again.
“You’d die with me?”
“I’d die for you, my lover,” And he meant it. James Potter would gladly throw himself on a sword for Regulus. Without hesitation.
“ I’d die for you. Not the other way around. I’d rather drown than let you die before me.” James heard the unspoken confession. I’m scared to be alone. Don’t die before me and leave me alone.
He cupped Regulus’ cheek and left a kiss on his forehead, whispering, “Then what if I don’t want to be alone without you?”
“Then you look to the sky and I’ll be there.”