pretty little thing (stopped him in his tracks)
by ScreamingFae (ao3)
James grinned as he led a group of his friends down the stairs into the darkness of the strip club. The walls were lined with the pink glow of neon lights, but it was mostly dim, and James had to squint to see his way ahead.
A bouncer on the door glanced James and his group up and down, before shaking his head. “No Stag parties,” he announced gruffly, and kept his position in front of the door, arms folded firmly.
“I’ll deal with this,” Sirius drawled from the back of the group, and he stepped forward. James had to hand it to him—even in the ridiculous, garish pink t-shirt with ‘RIP Single James’ printed in neon orange across the front, he still managed to look regal and important when he tossed his long hair back and looked down his nose at the bouncer.
“Who do you think you are, the Queen of Sheba?” The bouncer rolled his eyes at Sirius.
Sirius snorted. “No, but I’m probably related to her somewhere down the line.” He stuck out his hand. “Sirius Black. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
The bouncer looked down at Sirius’s hand, then back up at his face. “B-Black?” he repeated. “As in…the Black family?”
Sirius grinned widely. “The very same!”
James looked around at his friends and saw Remus roll his eyes and smirk. Sirius hated his family, but he just loved to name drop himself whenever he saw fit.
“My apologies, Mr Black,” the bouncer said, dipping his head in shame. For a second, James thought that he was actually going to bow to Sirius. He silently thanked whatever deities were listening that he hadn’t, as James didn’t think he could cope with the size Sirius’s head would’ve swelled to.
“So, what was that you were saying about no Stag parties?” Sirius continued. “Because my friend here is about to get married, and this is his last night as a single man. I personally selected this establishment, and it would be extremely…dishonourable…to turn me away.”
“Dishonourable,” scoffed Remus quietly. Peter and Frank stifled their laughter.
“Oh, never mind that, mister—I mean, sir. We just…we don’t let the…er…the riff-raff…types of…”
Sirius raised a neat, dark eyebrow. “Are you saying my party of elite gentlemen is riff-raff?”
“Elite gentlemen,” repeated Remus behind his hand. James choked back a laugh and Sirius shot him a glare.
“No, I didn’t mean you, of course not, sir!” The bouncer said, panic evident in his voice.
“Sirius, leave the poor man alone,” James interrupted. “Look, mate, are you going to let us in or not?” James grinned hopefully at the bouncer. “It is my last night as a free man, after all.”
The bouncer nodded, still staring at Sirius. “O-of course. Go right in, gents. I’ll make sure there’s a booth set up for you!” He pushed the door open and gestured for the group to walk in. As they walked through the door, James heard the bouncer muttering into his radio: “Sirius Black. Get them the best booth—I don’t care who is in it! He’ll spend big money!”
“He doesn’t know you very well,” Remus snorted as they walked down the dark corridor, “if he did, he’d know you were a tight-arse these days.”
Sirius looped an arm around Remus’s neck, throttling him playfully. “Shut up, or they won’t give us the VIP suite.”
“Eventually your name dropping is going to stop working, mate,” James said. “When your parents start telling people they don’t have anything to do with you.”
“Please,” scoffed Sirius. “They’re far too ashamed of the fact that they actually had to disown me to go around telling people. I’ll be able to use them to my advantage for the rest of my life.” He flashed his teeth at James in a smirk as they reached the end of the corridor. Dull, throbbing music could be heard from the other side.
“Can you imagine what they’d say if they knew you were in this place right now?” asked James, sniggering.
“They’d never even imagine it,” Sirius replied. “They would never think any of our precious family would shame themselves by coming to a place like this. None of them would dare.”
“I don’t know,” Remus said softly. “I bet Regulus would love it here.”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” snapped Sirius. “He wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Can we just go inside?” James interrupted, impatiently. “I’d like to start my stag night, if it’s all the same to you.”
Sirius gestured dramatically to the door. “After you, sir.”
James rolled his eyes and reached for the door. He pushed it open and led his friends into the depths of the club.
It was like nowhere he’d ever been before. Sirius was right that it was for elite clientele when he’d suggested this venue for James’s stag night, and he suddenly started to feel extremely self consicious in his stupid pink stag shirt. The club was privy to men and women alike, and all of them were dressed smartly, in expensive dark suits or cocktail dresses. They lounged in circular booths, most of which had a large table in the centre that was big enough for a person to stand on top of—and in some cases that was happening, scantily clad dancers moved languidly on the tables while the punters slipped cash into their undergarments. There was a mahogany bar on the far wall, where a bartender stood polishing glasses. He spotted the group and hurried over from the bar.
He was a pale fellow with sandy coloured hair that hung limply over his forehead, and he eyed James and the group with what James suspected was distaste, his gaze lingering on the t-shirts. Once again, James wished he was wearing something more presentable, but it had been Sirius’s grand idea to purchase ridiculous stag t-shirts.
“I assume that you’re the group booked into the VIP booth?” he asked, somewhat snottily, a single eyebrow raised.
Sirius pushed forward once again, wearing his best important wealthy customer look, his chest puffed out dramatically. “We are indeed.” Sirius glanced down at the bartender’s name badge, which was pinned to the lapel of his waistcoat. “Barty, excellent name. I’m Sirius Black, and these are my…gentlemanly friends. You’ll be taking us to the VIP booth, I assume?”
Barty’s eyes flashed as Sirius gave his name, and his lips curled into a smirk. “Of course,” he responded. “Mr Black,” he added a great deal of emphasis to Sirius’s surname, and started to lead them through the dimly lit club.
“Do you know him?” James asked Sirius quietly as they followed him through the club. Sirius shook his head, looking dumbfounded.
“Here you are, sirs,” Barty said emphatically. He’d led them up a small flight of stairs, to a booth that overlooked the rest of the club, with an excellent view of the large, catwalk-like dance floor in the middle of all the other booths below. “I’ll bring you a selection of drinks shortly.” He smiled widely at all of them, his eyes lingering a little on Sirius, and then whipped away.
“That was weird,” said Peter.
“He definitely knows you,” added Frank.
“I’ve never seen him before in my life,” Sirius insisted. “He probably recognises me. I am somewhat of a local celebrity, after all.” He tossed his hair over his shoulder and smirked around the group.
“Give it a rest,” Remus snorted, shoving him into James. James shoved him back and looked over at the rest of the club, trying to peer at the semi-sheer curtains at the back of the catwalk. He noticed that some of the booths at a much darker end of the club had heavy velvet curtains obscuring them from view.
“Does this club offer private shows?” James asked interestedly, leaning over to try and get a better look.
“It does indeed,” Sirius confirmed. “And your best friends may have clubbed together to get you a private show with one of the best.”
“Hopefully the best, anyway,” Remus added. “We paid the highest amount to get you the best, so if it’s not, you better tell us so we can get some money back.” He grinned. “Kidding.”
“I’m not!” Peter added. “I put more than—”
“Alright, shut up,” Sirius muttered. “Don’t give away the cost. This is a gift for our best friend!”
“Recompense for his single life,” Benjy said, in a dramatic, mournful tone.
“Who is it?” James said excitedly, almost jumping in his seat. He’d been to strip clubs many times before with Sirius, and sometimes the others, but he’d never had a private dance.
“I don’t know yet. There’s three or four to choose from, I think.”
“Your drinks!” a familiar voice sang, and suddenly Barty the bartender was standing at their booth again, holding a circular tray of miscellaneous cocktails with one hand. “I brought you a selection of cocktails to try. If there’s any you’d like a repeat order of, please press the little button under the table, and I’ll be right back to take your order.” He placed the tray on the table, then turned to face James, wearing an unreadable smile. His eyes glittered dangerously, and James had the funny feeling that he was plotting something. “Did I overhear you discussing your private show?”
“Yes,” Sirius interrupted. “We bought James the…platinum package.”
Barty’s grin only widened, and he kept his gaze on James. “Ah yes, our most prestigious package. You’ll have a selection of three of our most highly sought-after dancers. Would you like me to bring them up here so you can choose?” James didn’t miss the way that Barty’s eyes flickered to Sirius as he spoke.
“Honestly, I think I’ll be happy with any of them. You choose for me,” James said. He really didn’t fancy the idea of three poor dancers having to parade in front of him, for James to awkwardly have to pick one out of the bunch. Even though he was sure that the dancers were completely used to it, he still didn’t want to potentially make one of them feel bad for him not picking them.
He mentally kicked himself for such a stupid thought. Of course they wouldn’t feel bad. Who did he think he was?
“Of course,” Barty continued. “Would you prefer a male or female dancer?”
James must have looked hesitant, as Sirius decided to answer for him. “Get him a bloke!” he shouted. “He’s about to be married to a woman for the rest of his life, and he’s never going to get another chance with a dick again.”
James cringed inwardly at Sirius’s words, but the bartender looked weirdly thrilled by Sirius’s choice. “Of course. Only one of the three platinum package dancers is male…I’ll make sure he’s ready for you. I’ll return for you shortly.” Barty smirked around at the group and hurried out of the way. James peered over the railing to the rest of the club, and watched Barty cross to the back of the club and walk through a dark-painted door.
In less than an hour, Barty came back for James and led him back down into the club. His friends cheered and catcalled as James was guided towards one of the curtained booths, and he looked apologetically at Barty. “Sorry about them,” he said sheepishly.
“There’s nothing to apologise for.” Barty held open the wine-coloured velvet curtain to allow James inside the booth. James noticed that Barty was no longer sneering at him, or talking down his nose the way he had when James and his friends first entered the club. He was gleeful and wearing a knowing smirk, and James was sure he was hiding something.
“What’s changed?” he asked as he sat down in the booth. There was no table in this booth, only an empty space in the centre of the circular sofa, presumably to give as much room for the dancer as was needed. “You’re getting…a lot of fun out of this. Are they playing some kind of joke on me that you’re in on? It wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Not at all,” Barty replied smoothly. “I just have a feeling that you…and your friend…are really going to enjoy who comes through this curtain in a few moments.”
“What do you mean?” James demanded to know.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” Barty said. “Now, there’s a few rules you must be aware of.”
“Rules…sure.”
“No touching the dancer,” Barty explained. “That is the most important one. The dancer will touch you, unless you do not want that. Is that going to be a problem?”
James tried not to think about some scantily clad dancer touching him anywhere, for fear of the blood rushing to his dick while Barty was still in the booth. “Uhh…no, that won’t be a problem.”
“You have one hour. If you want any longer, you’ll have to pay for another full platinum package. There will be a bouncer stationed right outside this curtain when your dance begins. The dancer will alert the bouncer if you do anything…inappropriate.”
“Understood.”
“Your dancer’s name is Starlet. If you recognise him…make sure you don’t use any other names.” Barty flashed his teeth in an almost predatory smile, and slipped through the gap in the curtain before James could ask what he was talking about this time.
James slumped back against the sofa, his brow furrowed as he ran Barty’s vague statements through his mind. Even if Sirius and the others weren’t in on some kind of hilarious stag night prank at James’s expense, it was pretty clear that something was going on.
Slow, thudding music started to play within the booth, and James sat bolt upright in his seat, staring at the slit in the curtain where Barty had left through.
There was movement from opposite the spot Barty had exited, however. James turned his head towards the rustle in the curtains, and saw a pink-gloved hand slip through a crack in the curtain that James hadn’t known existed. The dancer was coming through a separate entrance to the booth—probably a private one, where he wouldn’t have to be leered at by the rest of the club as he entered the booth.
A slender, pale leg peeked through the booth, and James noticed that it was covered up to the thigh with the same bright pink latex as the glove. He leaned back in his chair, watching as the dancer slipped through the curtain with the grace of a cat.
James’s jaw almost fell to the floor. He never thought a grown man could look so alluring while dressed head to toe in barbie-pink: thigh-high boots and gloves up to his armpits, a tiny scrap of underwear, and a rubber pink choker around his neck with a diamante-encrusted bow at the front of his throat. His bare back was shimmering with glitter, making him sparkle in the dim red glow of the booth.
The dancer didn’t face him straight away. James admired as he slid into the centre of the booth, his arms above his head as he swayed gently to the music. His hair was thick and black and combed back slickly around his ears and tickling the back of his neck. Slowly, he started to turn around, wearing a sultry smile on his glossy lips.
The smile was wiped off his face instantly as he made eye contact with James, and James gasped in shock as he almost fell off his seat.
“James!”
“Regulus?!” James hissed, scrabbling back in his seat. The erection that was growing in his pants suddenly felt very confused. He wasn’t sure where to look, but he was certain he probably shouldn’t be looking at the shiny bars that were pierced into each of Regulus’s nipples, and the matching ring in his belly button that was encrusted with a pale pink gem.
He found himself absently wondering why he hadn’t known about Regulus’s body piercings before now. James mentally walloped himself again—of course he wouldn’t know. He hadn’t seen Regulus since college, and he’d always been dressed. Why would he know about them?
“My face is up here,” Regulus said, and James let his eyes wander back up to Regulus’s face. He was standing with his hands on his hips, his plastic pink outfit that was making all the blood in James’s body travel to his crotch, and he had an interested smirk on his face. He glanced down at James’s shirt, and once again James wished he was wearing anything else. “RIP Single James?” he read, raising one neat dark eyebrow. James wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole. “You’re getting married?”
“Uh…” James found himself looking back down at Regulus’s sparkling chest again. He was close to forgetting his name, never mind the fact that he was getting married. “Yeah. I…I guess so.”
Regulus stepped closer to James, and James could smell a sweet, fruity perfume coming off him in waves. It was intoxicating. “I’m assuming your friends—presumably my brother—bought you this dance as a stag gift?”
“Y-yeah,” James was staring at the bars in Regulus’s nipples again, and found himself wishing he was rolling them around with his tongue. He was so focused on them that he didn’t register Regulus’s proximity until he was pushing James’s legs apart with his knees.
Regulus put his hands on James’s shoulders and clucked his tongue, looking thoughtful. “My brother has no idea what I do for a living, so I’m certain he didn’t buy you this dance deliberately,” Regulus mused. “This is Barty’s doing. That little shit. I’m sure he finds this whole thing absolutely hilarious.”
“Uh..huh…” James was looking down at Regulus’s latex-covered knee, which was extremely close to the bulge in James’s pants. He barely heard what Regulus was saying.
Regulus suddenly took a step back, removing his hands from James’s shoulders, and James almost whined at the loss. “If this is too weird for you…” Regulus said softly. “I can go. I can get you one of the other dancers—”
“No!” James all but shouted. He had to resist the urge to reach out and grab hold of Regulus and pull him back again; he longed to feel the latex under his fingers and breathe in that wonderful fruity scent. But he remembered the rules, and sat firmly on his hands. “No,” he repeated, quieter this time. “Sorry…I just…no.”
James didn’t think he’d ever been more aroused in his life. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen anything that excited him more than Regulus did right at that moment. He realised he didn’t care that this was Sirius’s little brother—he didn’t care about anything other than the glittering man in front of him. James knew there wasn’t a single other dancer—or person—on the planet who would be able to make him feel the way he was feeling right at that moment.
He’s good at his job, James thought avidly to himself. He hasn’t even started dancing yet, and already I’m losing my mind.
Regulus’s smirk grew wider and he stepped closer again, placing his hands back on James’s shoulders and seating himself comfortably on James’s lap. “Is this contact okay?” he purred, and James reminded himself to keep his hands by his sides. He nodded eagerly.
“R-Reg, if…what you said…” James was finding it hard to concentrate. Regulus was beginning to move his torso slightly to the beat of the music, undulating his hips gently. “Fuck. If…this is weird for you, you can…uh…you don’t have to…”
“Not at all.” He stood up and reached behind James for a dial on the wall, which turned up the music slightly. “I’ve been waiting a long time to get you in a position like this, James Potter.”
James was about to ask Regulus what he was talking about, but then Regulus started to dance, properly dance, and the words were lost on his tongue.
He moved sensually to the beat, twisting his hips and waist like a snake, bending each knee slightly. James had never seen anything so erotic, and he’d been to strip clubs many times before now. He put his arms over his head, his eyes never leaving James, and started to peel away each of his latex gloves, one by one. He spun each one around in his hand before throwing them across the booth, where they landed on the couch besides James.
Regulus slinked over towards James again and propped up one of his long legs on the seat by James, and James let his eyes travel all the way up the pale pink material that covered his legs, and lingered his gaze on the suspenders that connected his boots to his matching underwear. He wanted to feel those thin straps between his teeth.
James leaned back in his seat as Regulus climbed onto his lap again, and he resisted the urge to groan as Regulus started to grind his hips in time to the music, rubbing his body along the bulge in James’s pants. James felt his face beginning to burn—surely Regulus could feel how hard he was underneath him? Surely this was against the rules?
After a few moments, James started to realise through his arousal that Regulus’s movements were no longer synced with the music. His head was thrown back as he ground himself into James, his eyes closed, his perfect, pretty pink mouth lolling open. If James wasn’t mistaken, there was a lot more friction being generated between their bodies. Almost as if Regulus was—
“Regulus.” James wanted to grab at his hips to still him, but he remembered himself at the last minute. He’d never been good at following the rules. His college tutor, McGonagall, would be proud of him at that moment. “Regulus, are you…”
In answer to James’s question, Regulus rolled his hips downwards again, proving that he was just as hard as James was. James threw his head back on the sofa, his eyes fluttering closed.
“Fuck,” Regulus whined, and his voice sent shockwaves through James’s body, “James…” His movements slowed, and James opened his eyes to look at Regulus, longing for him to pick up the pace again. Regulus lowered his voice and leaned forwards, his breath ghosting across James’s ear. “This doesn’t happen, James,” he murmured. “I don’t get hard on the job, ever.”
“Fucking hell…” James whispered.
“I want you to touch me.”
James blinked up at Regulus, his mouth falling open slightly. “Wh-what?”
“You heard me.” Regulus’s voice was low enough that the bouncer wouldn’t be able to hear outside the curtain, but James could still hear him over the music.
“Are you sure?” James lifted his hands, hovering them over Regulus’s hips. “Barty said—”
“I don’t give a fuck what Barty said,” Regulus said dangerously, his voice reverberating right through James’s bones. Fuck, he’s so hot. “Touch me, now.”
James rested his hands chastely on Regulus’s hips and Regulus practically moaned in response. He started to move his hips again, and James silently thanked whatever deities were listening that he was, because it felt incredible.
Regulus’s weight on top of him felt right. The hands at his shoulders felt right. The smell of Regulus’s fruity perfume once again invading his perfumes felt right. Everything was right in that moment, and it took all of James’s strength not to come in his pants there and then.
“Can I kiss you?” Regulus whispered suddenly, and James realised that his peachy lips were close to James’s. He nodded fervently, and Regulus pressed their mouths together, sliding a hand around the back of James’s head to card his fingers through his hair. He moaned into James’s mouth as he increased the speed of his grinding,
Kissing Regulus was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. Regulus’s lips were full and sweet, his tongue probed alongside James’s in a dominating dance, and his teeth grazed across James’s bottom lip threateningly. He moved his mouth along James’s jaw, pressing wet kisses across his skin until he was sucking a bruise onto the hollow part of James’s neck.
“Uhh…Reg…” James whimpered, rolling his head back. His hands were sliding up Regulus’s torso, and he allowed the pads of his thumbs to graze across the bars in his nipples.
“Can I ask you something else?” Regulus murmured into the skin of James’s neck.
“Y-yeah…”
“Will you fuck me?”
James almost choked on the gasp that was released from his throat, and he gazed up at Regulus in awe. How had his evening gone from a relatively normal night at a strip club, to this? “Uhh…fuck…”
Regulus leaned back, raising an eyebrow and smirking down at James. “Cat got your tongue?” He paused. “Or is this because of your…fiancée.” He rolled the word around his mouth, almost sarcastically.
“My…” James wracked his brain for a moment, realising he’d almost forgotten the name of his damned fiancée. It was hard to think about anything else while he had around eleven stone of pure sex appeal sitting in his lap. “Shit…yeah. No.” He screwed up his eyes for a moment, trying to remember what he and Lily had talked about before he went out for his stag night. “We…we gave ourselves a free pass for the night. Last night being single…all that stuff…” James was trying to reach Regulus’s mouth again, desperate to feel their lips connect again.
“I see,” Regulus murmured, “well, I suppose that’s okay then.” He stood up once again, and James’s lap felt strangely empty without Regulus sitting in it. “Come with me.”
“Come with you?”
“You can’t fuck me in here,” Regulus murmured, taking one of James’s hands and dragging him to his feet, “if the bouncer overhears, he’ll throw you out.” Regulus pushed aside the curtain that he had come through, which led to a dark corridor beyond. “Come.”
James nodded, and eagerly followed Regulus through the curtain, into the depths of the private parts of the club.
Sirius stared down at the closed curtains of the booth below where James was, waiting for any slip of the curtain so that he could see who was dancing for his best friend. There had been several dancers that had come up to the VIP booth to perform for them, but Sirius had no interest in them. He was curious to see who the platinum grade stripper was that he and his friends had paid for.
Barty the bartender had been acting extremely weird about it, after all.
He’d expected the dancer to enter the booth the same way that James had, but when a bouncer had been stationed outside and no one else had gone near it, he assumed that the dancer had another, separate entrance to the private booths.
His attention was piqued suddenly as Barty strode over to the bouncer and said something to him. The bouncer nodded and Barty parted the curtains ever so slightly, peering through. He turned to say something else to the bouncer, who nodded again and then walked away from the booth.
“What is going on…?” Sirius murmured.
Barty started pushing the curtains open, and Sirius realised that the booth was empty. James wasn’t in there, and neither was the mystery dancer. Barty glanced up to where Sirius and his friends sat, and met his eye with a smirk.
“James is gone?” Peter exclaimed.
“What? Where’s he gone?” asked Remus.
“He can’t be far,” Benjy interjected.
“I know what he’s doing…” Sirius said, and he started to laugh. “He’s fucking the stripper!”
James’s eyes were everywhere as Regulus pulled him through the pink neon glow of the corridors. He didn’t have a clue where he was going—the backstage of the club was like a rat warren of interlinking corridors leading to various private rooms.
Finally, they arrived outside a room with a silver plaque on the door, which read ‘Starlet’. James was momentarily confused, until he remembered Barty using that name for his dancer before he realised it was actually Regulus.
Regulus put his thumb to a print scanner at the side of the door. There was a click of the lock, and Regulus pushed the door open.
“Fancy,” murmured James.
Regulus laughed. “Well, we can exactly keep keys on us, can we?” He patted his latex underwear. “No pockets.”
James stepped into the room and let Regulus close the door behind him. It wasn’t exactly what he expected of a stripper’s dressing room. It was decorated nicely, and almost looked like it could have been anyone's bedroom.
There was a small double bed against the wall with furry pillows decorating the dark red bedding, a white wooden vanity unit with bright bulbs surrounding the mirror, and a canvas wardrobe that was unzipped, showing various skimpy outfits hanging on the rail inside. There was another door in the room, which James assumed led to an en-suite.
“Do all the staff get dressing rooms like this?” He asked in surprise.
Regulus tittered as he pushed open the door to the en-suite and gestured for James to follow him. “Of course not. It’s one of the perks of being platinum.”
“Platinum,” repeated James with a snigger.
“Shut up,” Regulus muttered, grabbing James by the collar to yank him into the bathroom, “and take your clothes off.”
James felt his breath hitch in his throat again. Even though Regulus had explicitly told James what he wanted for him, and was now ordering him to remove his clothes, it still didn’t seem real.
“Now, James.”
James nodded obediently and fumbled with the hem of his stupid stag t-shirt, pulling it over his head in one sweep. He watched Regulus’s eyes scan his bare torso almost hungrily, and all the blood in his body was rushing to his dick once again.
“And the rest,” Regulus muttered, nodding at his jeans. He walked away from James towards the shower cubicle, stopping to reach in and turn on the water. James kicked off his shoes and started struggling out of his skinny jeans, almost falling over them in his fervour.
Regulus sniggered and proceeded to undress, in a much more graceful fashion than James. He peeled away the layers of pink latex like it was a second skin, starting with the boots, which he unzipped slowly, bending his body at the middle as he reached his ankles and then slid them off. The scrap of pink underwear came off even slower, rolling over his hips and down his lithe white legs, leaving him completely nude apart from the piercings in his nipples and navel, and the collar around his neck.
“Jesus, Reg,” James breathed, unable to tear his eyes away from Regulus. “You’re killing me.”
Regulus only smirked and ran his fingers through his hair before stepping into the shower cubicle, leaving the door ajar. James watched as he stood under the shower, facing away from James and letting the water run over his head. He shook out his dark hair and glanced at James over his shoulder. “Are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to join me?”
James didn’t need telling twice. He hurried into the shower after Regulus, pulling the glass door closed behind him.
Regulus leaned up against him as soon as they were trapped in the confines of the cubicle together. He reached up and threaded his wet hands into James’s hair and pulled his face down to his, pressing their lips together. James moaned into the kiss as Regulus pushed his body against James’s, and he felt his bare erection grinding into thigh.
“Can I touch you?” Regulus whispered into the kiss, and James nodded again.
“Fuck, yes…”
Regulus ran his hands down James’s wet chest until he reached his destination. He used both hands to grasp James’s cock firmly, and bit down on James’s bottom lip as he started to slide his palms up and down the length. James groaned, his head falling back against the glass.
He didn’t realise that Regulus had dropped to his knees until he felt a hand moving around the back of his thigh, and he looked down. Regulus was gazing up at him with huge, beguiling silvery eyes, holding James’s dick by the base, resting the head dangerously close to his sly, smiling lips. James felt his breath catch in his throat and his blood thunder in his ears.
“Reg, fuck…”
“What’s the matter?” Regulus purred. His breath was almost electric on the sensitive head of James’s cock.
“You look obscene.”
“Really?” Regulus murmured, and shifted James’s cock across his lips. “How obscene do I look…when I do this…?”
Slowly, Regulus sucked the head of James’s dick into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he moved down to the base, burying his nose in the damp hair of James’s pubic area as he choked around James’s cock. James grabbed helplessly at the glass behind him, desperate to get purchase on anything at all, for fear of his knees buckling underneath him. Regulus’s mouth was warm and wet and positively sinful. He’d never felt anything like it.
Regulus’s eyes bored into him as he worked James’s cock, rubbing his hand up and down the length as he sucked. James rested one of his hands on Regulus’s head and threaded his fingers gently into his damp hair. He wanted to tighten his grip, but he didn’t know what Regulus liked, so he kept his fingers loose.
As if in answer, Regulus reached up and put his hand over James’s, encouraging him to grip his hair more forcefully.
“You want me to…?”
Regulus nodded the best he could with his mouth full, and James tentatively put his other hand on Regulus’s head, gripping his wet curls tightly. Regulus whined appreciatively at the pull on his hair, and the vibration of his throat made James almost keel over.
“Reg, if you don’t stop…” Despite James’s words, he continued to buck his hips into Regulus’s mouth, his head lolling back against the glass.
Regulus pulled off James slowly, gazing up at him with watering eyes and swollen lips. James pulled him to his feet and spun them around so that Regulus had his chest pressed to the glass. James started to kiss along Regulus’s shoulder, his neck, the soft spot below his ear. Regulus shivered under his touch and arched his back, pressing his backside against James’s crotch.
“I want you.”
“Fuck.” James looked down at Regulus’s backside, which he was grinding deliciously against James’s dick, his shaft sliding down the cleft of his buttocks. One slightly angled movement from Regulus would be all it took to be inside him. “Yeah…”
He remembered himself; remembered that preparation was important, no matter how desperate they both were. Carefully, he dropped to his knees and spread Regulus’s cheeks, admiring the fluttering pink hole.
“James!” Regulus’s voice was practically a yelp. James looked up at him, and saw that his face was flushed pink with embarrassment—a surprising change in his demeanour. “What are you…oh.”
His voice tailed off into a blissful moan as James pressed his tongue to the flat area behind his balls, before dragging it up slowly to dance around the tight ring of muscle. Regulus clenched and unclenched as James circled his tongue around the hole, before gently probing inside. Regulus whined above him, his body relaxing into James’s touch, and James was able to slide his tongue deeper. Regulus started to buck his hips frantically, fucking himself desperately on James’s tongue.
“James…fuck…that feels…oh…”
“Touch yourself,” James muttered between his ministrations, and Regulus reached down to fist his own cock, using his free arm to steady himself against the glass.
James pressed a finger against Regulus’s entrance as he continued to lick him, and Regulus groaned as James slid the digit inside. He shifted it in and out a few times, giving Regulus time to get used to the intrusion, and then he pressed it firmly against the spot that he knew would make Regulus squirm.
“Fuck!” Regulus gasped, and he slipped down the wall slightly. James laughed quietly, and continued to pump his finger against that spot. After a few moments he added another finger, and started to scissor and stretch them inside Regulus, listening for any sounds of discomfort.
“God, Reg. You’re so fucking tight…”
“Just shut up and fuck me,” Regulus gasped. James removed his fingers and climbed to his feet, running his hands up and down Regulus’s wet sides.
“Do you have a condom?” James murmured, leaning over Regulus’s back to mouth a kiss on the back of his neck.
“I don’t know what kind of harlot you think I am, but I don’t make a habit of fucking people in my dressing room,” Regulus muttered, pushing his backside against James’s dick once again, “No, I don’t.”
James groaned inwardly. Even though he and Lily had agreed that they would have a ‘free pass’ if the opportunity arose on their stag and hen nights, he still hadn’t actually expected to get lucky.
“Are you tested?” Regulus asked. “I get tested routinely. I haven’t been with anyone for months. I’m clean.”
If this has been just some random shag, James probably wouldn’t have believed him. But this was Regulus. “Yeah,” he breathed, relief washing over him, “yeah, I’m tested.” It wasn't a lie—he and Lily had both been tested after they came to this agreement, so that they would know where to pinpoint the source should either of them be unfortunate enough to catch anything.
“Then stop talking,” Regulus said in a dangerously low voice, “and fuck me.”
James would probably have thrown himself into traffic at that moment if Regulus had asked him to. His body moved of its own accord: he put one hand on the glass wall next to Regulus’s head to steady himself, and gripped his dick to angle it against Regulus’s entrance. Regulus backed onto him despite James’s best efforts to go slow, and before James could process it, he was fully sheathed inside almost painfully tight heat. He held himself still for a moment, relishing in the feel of Regulus clenching around him as he got used to James’s length. James needed to adjust to it, too—he was sure if he moved the slightest amount he would come on the spot.
“You’re so fucking…” Regulus groaned, but his words were cut short as James started to carefully pull out, before sliding back into the hilt again.
James gripped Regulus’s hip so hard he was sure he was going to leave fingerprint-shaped bruises on his flesh the next day. “It’s too good,” he moaned, sliding his hand around Regulus’s middle to palm at his straining cock.
It was too good. James had never felt anything like it in his life. He felt like his brain was going to explode; every nerve ending in his body was alive with a pleasure he’d never experienced in his life. Sex had never felt like this before.
“James…if you come already…I’ll fucking…ah!” Once again, Regulus’s words were ripped from his throat as James delivered another thrust, groaning into the back of Regulus’s neck.
James started to slide in and out of Regulus, the water from the shower making everything much more slippery and intense. Regulus moaned loudly, his cheek pressed flush against the glass of the cubicle and his eyes closed. James was sure that everyone in the club would be able to hear the depraved sounds leaving Regulus’s mouth, but he didn’t care.
At that point, he wasn’t sure he cared about anything other than what he was doing to the man in front of him.
“James…I’m…” Regulus was slipping down the glass wall, struggling to hold himself up. “I’m…I’ll fall…fuck…”
James pulled out of Regulus and spun him around by the hips, so they were facing each other again. He slid his hands down to grope at Regulus’s buttocks and thighs, then hoisted him up in one quick movement. Regulus whimpered at being handled so forcefully, and James pressed his back against the glass, using one hand to push his cock back inside Regulus’s velvety heat again.
It was even better that way. James could perfectly see the way Regulus was falling apart in his arms; his face was titillating, his eyes half-lidded and his pupils blown out, his mouth slack as his head lolled back against the glass. He dug his nails into James’s shoulder, and the sting of pain made James hiss and move faster. He easily bounced Regulus up and down on his dick, while angling himself to thrust into him at the same time.
James leaned forward to kiss Regulus, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. Regulus tried to kiss back, but only managed to gasp desperately into James’s mouth.
“James…fuck…I’m so…”
“Me too,” James groaned, burying his face into the crook of Regulus’s neck, “Reg…fuck…”
Regulus arched his back against the wall. “God…right there…oh…”
James lifted his head from Regulus’s neck to look at him. His mouth was lolling open; there was barely a sliver of grey remaining in his blown-out eyes, and his breathing had become erratic. Without warning, he jerked in James’s arms and threw his head back against the glass, screaming a string of nonsense as he came between their wet, slippery bodies, without even needing to touch himself. He clenched around James’s dick as he came, and it was too much.
With a groan, James stilled his hips and came deep inside Regulus, his fingers gripping the flesh of his buttocks bruisingly. He buried his face into Regulus’s neck, inhaling the scent of him as he delivered a few more shallow thrusts, milking the last of his orgasm.
After they had caught their breath, James lowered Regulus slowly to the floor of the shower. “You’re lucky I didn’t drop you,” he murmured, smiling at Regulus, whose cheeks were still flush with the exertion.
Regulus grinned and reached behind James for the scrunchie sponge which was hanging from the shower dial, and started to lather it up with a bar of soap. To James’s surprise, Regulus started to rub the sponge across James’s chest and stomach, washing away the evidence of Regulus’s climax.
“You know,” he said softly as he rubbed the sponge under James’s arms and across his shoulders, “I’ve never…I’ve never come like that. Without actually…you know…touching myself.”
James would never have thought it was possible, but Regulus’s words somehow sent a jolt of interest to his spent cock. He didn’t think his body had the strength to maintain another erection, but he could already feel the blood rushing there once again. He opened his mouth to speak, but realised he didn’t really know what to say.
Regulus moved the sponge lower, washing James’s hips, upper thighs, and finally shifted it across James’s dick. He held the sponge with one hand, and used his other hand to massage his balls and the length of his cock, lathering it up with soap. James’s breath hitched—the head of his cock was still oversensitive from the orgasm, and Regulus was moving his hand slowly up and down. Every time he swept his thumb over the leaking tip, James felt a jolt of electricity sparking his nerves.
“You’re hard again,” Regulus hummed, smirking up at James.
“I don’t know how,” James murmured, leaning back against the shower wall to steady himself, “I was sure you’d milked me completely dry.”
Regulus snorted, and to James’s dismay, he let go of his cock and put the sponge in James’s hand. “Wash me,” he ordered, and turned around to face away from James.
Once again, James found himself wondering if he’d throw himself off a cliff if Regulus told him to. He grabbed the bar of soap and rubbed more into the scrunchie, then started to wash Regulus from head to toe.
He washed his shoulders, the angles of his neck, the delicate curves of his waist and hips. James didn’t leave a single part of Regulus unwashed—he even dropped to his knees to wash Regulus’s calves and feet. When James rinsed him off with the shower head, Regulus looked blissed; his eyes were closed and he swayed gently on the spot.
“That was nice,” he said softly, as James shut off the water once they were both rinsed of soap. He stepped out of the cubicle first, reaching for a fluffy pink towel on the radiator, which he passed over to James. Instead of putting it around himself, James wrapped it around Regulus’s middle and folded it at the front. He reached for the second towel and covered himself, and then followed Regulus back into the dressing room.
Regulus towelled himself off in the middle of the room, and then perched on the edge of his bed, completely, unashamedly naked. James dried himself and then took the towels back to the bathroom, returning with his discarded clothes in hand. Regulus raised an eyebrow at him.
“Are you going somewhere?”
James paused in the middle of trying to pull his boxers back on, blinking at Regulus. “I was…I thought…don’t you want me to go?”
Regulus leaned forward and grabbed James’s hand, yanking him towards the bed. James stumbled over his underwear as they fell back to his ankles, and landed awkwardly on his stomach on the bed. He struggled into a comfortable position, shuffling up to the top of the bed and under the blankets. Regulus joined him, laughing at his clumsiness.
“So…” James started, as Regulus nestled himself comfortably into the crook of James’s arm, “Do you like, live here?”
“What?” Regulus snorted.
“The bed and stuff,” James continued stupidly, “You obviously sleep here sometimes, right? Do you still live at home with your parents?”
“I share a flat with my friend,” Regulus replied. “I stay here sometimes. If it’s a long night and I’m working the following day.” Regulus tipped his chin to look up at James, and hooked an arm over his middle. “I don’t want to talk about me.”
James gazed down at Regulus, considering how strange it was that he was lying in bed with him, still basking in the afterglow of what had just happened not ten minutes earlier. He’d always been attracted to Regulus when they were younger, when Regulus had just been ‘Sirius’s little brother’. Unlike he was now, Regulus was always demure and overly polite and somewhat shy, flushing whenever James spoke to him, but James had never considered acting on his interest. He wasn’t sure that Regulus ever felt the same as he did, and he would never risk asking Sirius what he thought.
“I always fancied you, you know,” Regulus murmured, and James wondered if it was possible that Regulus could read his thoughts, “I wanted this for so long.”
“You wanted to be a stripper?” James asked, raising an eyebrow.
Regulus thumped him lightly on the chest. “Idiot! I wanted to be with you.”
“R-really?”
Regulus propped himself up, leaning over James slightly. “I wanted you for so long,” he muttered. “I was just too…introverted. I was scared you’d reject me. I was also scared that Sirius would go insane.”
“He would,” James confirmed. “He will. If he finds out about this.”
“He will find out about this,” Regulus said. “Barty will make sure of that, I can promise you.”
“Does that…bother you?”
Regulus grinned. “It might have, six years ago. But right now…” he kissed James’s lips lightly. “I don’t care about anything but,” he trailed his hand down James’s chest and stomach, dancing his fingers over his dick, “feeling you inside me again.”
Once again, the blood drained from the rest of James’s body and soared straight to his cock. It was funny how just a few choice words from Regulus did that to him.
“So responsive,” Regulus crooned, his fingers curling around James’s growing erection.
“It’s you,” James groaned, throwing an arm over his face, “you’re going to kill me.”
“You’re going to fuck me again,” Regulus muttered, his eyes burning into James’s, “do you think you have it in you?” His smirk was positively sinful, and James felt his eyes rolling into the back of his head as Regulus rubbed his thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing the pre-come that was gathering there. He pulled his hand away to put his thumb into his mouth, gazing at James as he sucked away the residue, and James tried to concentrate on not coming on the spot.
Regulus really was going to kill him. This is how he was going to die.
He leaned over James to the nightstand, reaching into the drawer and pulling out a clear bottle. James raised his eyebrows. “I thought you didn’t make a habit of fucking people in your dressing room?”
Regulus glowered up at him as he slathered the lubricant over his fingers. “I don’t,” he said. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t have to…see to myself from time to time.”
James was treated to a flashing mental image of Regulus sprawled out on the bed in his pink latex boots, stroking his cock with one hand while he fingered himself with the other. He wasn’t sure his dick could get any harder.
Regulus sat up on his knees, and put his hand behind him, rubbing the lubricant into himself. James watched his eyes glaze over as he touched himself, and wondered, not for the first time, if he was dreaming.
He shifted into the middle of the bed as Regulus swung a leg over James, straddling him with ease, and lifted himself up slightly on his knees. He gripped James’s dick with one hand, and slid it back and forth through his lubricated cheeks, and slowly slid down onto James, inch by inch.
James was thankful that Regulus was still loose from earlier, because he wasn’t sure he would have been able to wait through foreplay. His stomach was in a knot with the effort it was taking not to come already.
Regulus planted his feet on the bed either side of James, and started to lift himself up and slam back down purposefully, and James could hardly bear to look at Regulus’s debauched expression. The new position he was seated in was spreading his buttocks wider, and each time he hammered his hips down, James’s dick went deeper than ever. Regulus’s cock jumped between them, hard and red and leaking, and James managed to lift a shaking hand to stroke it.
Regulus wailed something inaudible, throwing his head back and resting his hands on James’s thighs to balance himself. He bounced quicker, and James felt his balls tightening as he clenched his fist around Regulus’s cock, pulling him to completion.
“Reg…fuck…I can’t…” he gasped, staring up at Regulus in awe as he moved on top of him. “You’re so fucking…amazing…”
For only the second time, James felt Regulus clench brutally around him as he screamed incoherently at the ceiling. James fisted his cock roughly until he was coming across his stomach. James’s climax followed, and he rolled his head back on the pillow as Regulus rocked himself slowly on top of James, whimpering as they both came down from their orgasms.
Regulus flopped to James’s side, panting heavily. James rolled onto his side and curled his arm around Regulus’s neck, burying his face into his hair. “Fuck,” he whispered, breathing in the scent of Regulus’s still-damp hair. The post-haze of his orgasm had him close to tears.
“That was incredible,” Regulus gasped, his voice hot against James’s collarbone, “You really have to go and get married, huh?”
“Shut up,” James murmured, nuzzling into Regulus’s hair, “I don’t know.”
Regulus was quiet afterwards, and James was thankful. He really didn’t want to think about his future, and how he wasn’t sure about the direction it was going to take now, after just one night with Regulus. He let himself be lulled into sleep, feeling more comfortable with Regulus in his arms than he ever had before.
It was bright outside at six in the morning, and Sirius was hanging outside the strip club in Remus’s car, rubbing his throbbing head. Luckily Remus hadn’t drunk much, so he was able to drive them back to the club to wait for James.
“He could’ve made his own way home, you know,” Remus muttered, resting his head on the steering wheel. Despite not nursing a hangover himself, he still hadn’t been happy about being dragged out of bed to take Sirius back to the club.
“I’m thinking about his safety!” snapped Sirius.
“You’re thinking about who the stripper was he clearly fucked and what they look like, you mean.”
“Shut up, Moony,” Sirius replied, rolling his eyes. He sat up in his seat as the front door of the club opened, and James stepped out.
He looked slightly bedraggled, wearing the same clothes as the night before, though they were crumpled and creased. His hair was sticking up worse than ever and he had his glasses tucked in the front of his shirt. He held the door open for the person who he was talking to, and a shorter, dark haired man, dressed in unassuming black jeans and a jumper, stepped out after him.
Remus sat bolt upright in his seat. “Is that…”
“No,” Sirius muttered.
“It is, isn’t it—”
“No!”
“Sirius, that’s—”
“SHUT UP, MOONY!”
James and Regulus both glanced over at the car. James’s face twisted with horror, but Regulus only smirked and shook his head, laughing. Remus hit a button on the dashboard to lock the doors before Sirius could jump out of the car, and started the engine running.
Sirius rolled down the window, spluttering indignantly. “I’m going to kill you both!” he yelled as Remus started to reverse out of the car park. “What the fuck!?”
“See you later, Prongs!” Remus called cheerfully.
As Remus screeched out of the car park, James leant back against the door of the club and looked down at Regulus. “Well, shit.”
Regulus laughed again, and shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “He’ll get over it.”
“I don’t know. He holds a pretty good grudge.”
Regulus shrugged. “It is what it is, I suppose.” He paused, and pressed his lips together before looking up at James. “I guess…I guess this is goodbye, then?”
James closed his eyes. “I don’t know, Reg.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean…” he sighed. “After last night…I don’t know anymore. I don’t know if I can go ahead with…”
Regulus bit his lip. “What are you saying?”
James rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. “I can’t get married to Lily, Reg. Not now. Not after…not after what we did. I know I haven’t seen you in years, and it’s the first time we’ve done anything like that, but…” he pulled Regulus’s hands out of his pockets and threaded his fingers through them. “I don’t ever want to be with anyone else now, Reg. Not like…not like how we were…”
“James…” Regulus murmured, gazing up at him. “Don’t…don’t say things if you don’t mean them.”
“I want to get to know you,” James continued. “Properly. Not just…the fucking. Though I want to do that again. And again, and again.” He grinned. “I don’t want to be with anyone else. I can’t, not now. You’ve…you’re…” his voice tailed off, and he looked at Regulus helplessly.
“It’s okay,” Regulus whispered. “I want all the same things, and more.”
“Really?” James said softly.
“Really.” Regulus pressed his lips to James’s and kissed him chastely. “Let’s do it.”
“Let’s do it,” James repeated into Regulus’s mouth. He lost himself in the kiss, trying not to think about the nightmare that was surely ahead of him when he announced to everyone that he would be breaking up with Lily, for a stripper.
Sirius’s little stripper brother, to be exact.
As Regulus’s hands slid around his waist and he started guiding him back inside the club, he realised he didn’t give a single fuck.