September 9: carry | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 190
“Jamie, pleeeease.”
“Reg…”
“I’ll break up with you if you don’t.”
“Reg!”
“James, I might die.”
James’ laugh almost bubbled over and spilled out, but he held it in stoically. Regulus would kill him for laughing at him right now.
Regulus gave James a death stare so intense others might have cried from. Not James though. James merely smiled and finally relented.
“Okay, yes, I’ll carry you for a bit,” James told his boyfriend, who had been dragging his feet through the amusement park for the last hour.
“Finally,” Regulus groaned, hopping up on James’ back and swinging his legs to circle James’ waist.
James caught him and squeezed his thighs lightly. He loved carrying him around like this. And he knew Regulus liked to be carried. So it worked out pretty well for them.
“So which ride did you want to go on next, love?” James asked.
“The one with the snakes,” his boyfriend answered sweetly, angry tone completely evaporated now that he’d gotten his wish.
“That one’s on the other side of the park…” James said slowly.
“I know.”
God, James loved that man. Truly. Bless his soul.
