more - jegulus - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 425
It was when James pulled back from him–again–that Regulus lost his temper.
The thing was, it wouldn’t have been a problem if it wasn’t a pattern. Or if James had given some sort of explanation for his absolutely mad behavior. But ever since they’d made things official–thirty-seven days ago, not that Regulus was counting–James Potter had been ridiculously unwilling to do anything besides a bit of light snogging, and Regulus was going to find out why.
The thing was, he was fine with the concept of taking it slow. Consent was absolutely crucial in a relationship, and he didn’t want to do anything that both parties weren’t thoroughly enjoying.
But Potter had done way more with other people, and with much more enthusiasm and in much less time. So what the fuck was his problem now? Regulus had to think that maybe…the problem was him.
So when, one evening, he tried his best to press James against a wall, slipping his tongue into the older boy’s mouth and pressing his body against his, he went insane when James pulled his head back after a few moments, panting, and said, “We should take a break, yeah?” all while keeping his hands on Regulus’s fucking waist.
“Merlin fuck, Potter!” he exclaimed, stepping back and turning away.
“What?” James asked, sounding dumbfounded. “What, was that too mu–?”
“No!” he nearly yelled, throwing his hands in the air and wheeling around again to face his boyfriend. “Quite the opposite, actually! I’m going mad, here!”
James blinked, looking like he’d been hit over the head with a large stick. “Wait…you don’t…want to take it slow?”
Regulus nearly screamed. “Potter. What part of me shoving my tongue in your mouth, my thigh between your legs, and my chest against yours do you not understand?” he asked, voice deadly calm.
The Gryffindor gaped, then gave a short laugh. “Sirius said…Sirius said I should take it really slow with you. That you were nervous, and that I should make sure we don’t do anything besides snog. I was trying to be respectful, I…”
He was close to murdering someone. “You decided to listen to Sirius? Rather than asking…I don’t know…me?” he demanded, beside himself.
“Well, you didn’t tell me, either!”
“I thought you were secretly straight or something!” he protested.
“Fuck, Reg, no, I–” James laughed, shaking his head with delight. “Definitely not.”
This made Regulus grin a little. “Well. Good to know.”
And then, because he was still a little angry, he turned and walked away, leaving a spluttering James behind him.
