hot (july 3) @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic jegulus | 380 words
The display is downright obscene. James PotterāCannons captain, war hero, father, utter tartāhas been shirtless for approximately twenty minutes. He glows in the midday sun as if heās made of it, his skin bronzed to gold, sweat shining across broad shoulders.Ā Ā
And Regulus canāt even enjoy himself, because heās too busy glaring at the group of playersā partners off to the side.
āWell fit, isnāt he? Potter,ā one of them said the moment James shucked his jersey halfway through his laps. The group broke into appreciative, juvenile twittering, and Regulus thinks he might have cracked a molar for how tight his jaw went.
James can read it all over him as he jogs over for a quick drinkāheās beaming. He doesnāt hesitate to sling an arm around Regulusās waist and draw him close.Ā
āItās hot,ā James says against his throat, sounding unbearably pleased.Ā
Regulus manages to catch the flutter in his chest before it takes him. āIs it?ā he asks airily. āIām not the one out there showing off, so I wouldnāt know.ā Still, he shivers anyway when James huffs a warm laugh into his hair.Ā
āNo. I meant you. This whole little jealousy thing of yours. Itās hot. I like it.ā
A scoff. āIām not jealous. ā
āMy mistake. In that case, sāpose I should get back to it, thenāā lightning-quick, Regulusās hand whips out and wraps tight around Jamesās wrist. He smiles. āOr not.ā
Regulus turns just enough to glance over his shoulder, eyes fixed on Jamesās mouth. The heat between them risesāit would burn, even on a cooler day. Thatās all it takes, sometimes. A word. A look.Ā
But Regulus has more than that today. He guides Jamesās hand to slide down his stomach, stopping at the hem of his shirt. Of his own accord, Jamesās fingers dip into his waistband andā
āHot?ā James says again, this time in a whimper. āIs thatā? What the fuck. Thatās so bloody hot.ā He makes another pathetic little noise when Regulus pulls away. āWhere are you going? Have you been wearing those all day? Reg. Regulus.ā
āPut a shirt on, and Iāll let you find out what color they are later."
James tears away to scramble back into his jerseyāthen does one better, and shrugs on his jacket for good measure.Ā











