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Regulus glared out of his car’s window, annoyed that the sky decided to open up just as he’d parked at his destination.
The rain drops were thunderous against the roof of the silent car.
Mocking him.
He hadn’t even worn a jacket. Which he was now regretting as he stared through the downpour at the house lit up with activity.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, probably a text from Sirius telling him he was late.
He wasn’t.
Not yet anyway, but if he sat in the car any longer he would be.
He searched the car for anything he could throw over his head to protect him from the rain, but came up short. It had been futile, the rental car’s interior was pristine, not a speck of trash in sight. The only thing cleaner than the inside was the shiny outside.
His phone buzzed again, and with a low groan he resigned himself to meeting his brother’s entourage dripping wet.
He glanced at himself in the rear view mirror and prayed his water proof eyeliner wouldn’t run.
His phone buzzed again.
“Christ, alright!” He shoved out of the car, keeping his head down in an attempt to mitigate the icy water chilling his exposed skin from touching his face as he slammed the door behind him.
He locked the car without a backward glance, and made a mad dash for the Potter’s, thankfully, covered front porch.
Despite his urgency to get out of the rain, he rang the bell rather than bang on the door. Then valiantly resisted the urge to press the button a second time.
Thankfully, the door swung open not moments later.
Sirius stared down at him. “You’re late.”
Regulus rolled his eyes. “No, I’m not. You said six thirty and it’s only six twenty eight.”
Sirius’ lip twitched.
“Should I go,” he drawled, “or are you going to let me in?”
“Sirius? Is that him? Is that Regulus? It’s pouring outside, let him in!” A woman’s kind voice chastised.
Sirius stepped aside, making room for Regulus to step over the threshold.
He suppressed a shiver at the sudden change in temperature.
“Regulus, dear,” Mrs. Potter smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to his chilled cheek, “it’s so lovely to finally meet you, Sirius has told us so much about you.”
Regulus offered her a smile, “Its nice to meet you, Mrs. Potter,”
She scoffed out a laugh, “Please, call me Effie, won’t you?”
“Effie,” he corrected.
Sirius clapped him on the shoulder, “everyone’s in the dining room, come on so we can eat.”
“They’ll survive,” Effie huffed, but led them further into the house, down the hall and through kitchen to the dining room.
Regulus paused in the arch at the heads that turned at his entrance.
Remus, Regulus recognized from Sirius’ pictures online, and he guessed Mr. Potter was the older man in the room, a slight graying at his temple giving him a silver fox look.
The others he knew their names but not which was which, though looking at Mr. potter he could guess.
“Regulus, this is Effie’s husband Monty, you remember Remus, that’s Peter there, sneaking a roll, and that’s James.”
He received a smile and a wave from each of them, though Monty stood, stepping around the table to firmly shake his hand.
“Nice to finally meet you, son,” he greeted, before motioning to a chair across from James, “please, have a seat.”
Regulus took the seat, glancing around the table as his brother and Mr. and Mrs. Potter did the same.
Almost immediately dishes began passing around the table as they unabashedly filled their plates.
Sirius, beside him, handed him a bowl of mashed potatoes.
Using the serving spoon he scooped a small pile on his plate. Awkwardly he handed it off to James across from him.
James smiled, “thank yo—” his smile dropped slightly, a small pucker forming between his brows as he stared at Regulus.
Regulus made sure the bowl of mashed potatoes was firmly in his hands before letting go.
James blinked, hand dropping slightly with the full weight of the dish. “Oh sorry, it’s just—have we met before?” He asked, absently scooping potatoes onto his plate.
Regulus glanced over at him unnecessarily, he’d remember a face like that. Unblemished golden brown skin, stunningly hazel eyes set behind a pair of gold framed glasses. “Sorry, I don’t think so,” he returned, accepting the dish of vegetables from Sirius.
He plated a few, before handing them off. Though when he held them out to James, he found the man still watching him, the pucker still pinching his brow.
“Steak?” Sirius asked, drawing his attention.
Regulus glanced at the meat and found it seemed to be cooked perfectly. He took it with a nod, “Um thanks.”
“Monty cooked those on the grill,” Effie said, “melts right in your mouth.”
“It’s the only thing she willingly lets me make, believe it or not,” Monty chuckled, white teeth flashing.
Looking from James to Monty like this was like peering into past, present, and future all at once. James a near mirror to his dad, aside from his eye color, Regulus idly noted. “It looks delicious,” he said in response.
The next few minutes were filled with silence as the tables occupant dug into their meal.
“So, Regulus,” Monty began, “Sirius tells us you’re visiting from France, how long are you in London for?”
Regulus spared his brother a glance as he swallowed his last bite of food, before wiping his mouth on his napkin. “Oh, a week, maybe two.”
“Regulus is here on business,” Sirius explained.
“If all goes well I’ll be out in a week, but it might take longer,” he added.
“And what is it you do?” Effie asked, earnest curiosity shining in her eyes.
Regulus gave her his usual answer, before eating a forkful of mashed potatoes, “I’m a freelance photographer.”
Effie’s eyes brightened, “Oh, how nice!”
“That must be exciting,” Monty chimed.
Regulus hummed in agreement, mouth to fill to speak just yet.
“What do you usually photograph?” Effie asked.
Regulus swallowed his mouthful, “a little of this, a little of that,” he said vaguely, before filling his mouth with more potatoes.
“Do you spend much time in London?”
Regulus returned his gaze to James, who’d asked the question. “Not really, not since I was a kid.”
James frowned slightly, “really? I swear I’ve seen you somewhere before.”
Regulus tilted his head, considering him.
“You’re probably just remembering him from the pictures I’ve shown you.” Sirius suggested.
“Right,” James murmured, though he didn’t seem convinced.
“Pictures?” Regulus asked, eyeing his brother wearily.
“From when we were kids,” Sirius explained, “some from you socials.”
Regulus nodded.
“Now that you mention it, James,” Someone further down the table said, the other man, Pierre or something said thoughtfully, “he does look sort of familiar.”
Effie chuckled, “well his likeness to Sirius is pretty strong.” She looked between them, “aside from their hair lengths and the height difference.”
Regulus shared a glance with Sirius, who’s face had scrunched in a frown.
“Yes, but I’m better looking,” Sirius returned.
Regulus scoffed, “hardly.”
The table laughed, and conversation moved on as they finished their meal.
“Dessert?” Effie asked.
“I wouldn’t say no,” Monty chuckled, patting his stomach.
“Please, let me help,” Regulus said, standing to follow her into the kitchen.
She beamed at him, motioning him along, “thank you, Regulus.”
He was handed a set of bowls and spoons. As he returned to the dining room he nearly slammed into James who was entering the kitchen, his hands filled with their used plates.
Regulus swore as he hastily stepped back. “Fuck, sorry, I didn’t see you there.”
James stared at him, that pucker returning between his brow.
Regulus frowned, “everything alright? Did anything break?”
James seemed to shake himself from his stupor, “I—what? No, sorry I was just, bringing the dirty dishes in.”
Regulus raised a brow, “yes, James, I can see that.”
“Oh, right,” he blinked, then pursed his lips.
“You alright?” Regulus asked, stepping around him.
James turned with him, watching Regulus. “No—I mean yes—it’s just, I swear I’ve seen you before.”
Regulus paused, staring up at James. Going by his frown he did truly seem to recognize him, but that was impossible, Regulus spent more time in France than not.
“Have you ever been to Lorraine,” Regulus asked in a vain attempt to help—he’d never met James Potter in his life.
“What?” James asked with a small frown.
“Lorraine…France?” He added at his confusion, though that sort of answered his question, didn’t it?
“Oh, no, never,” James admitted.
Regulus turned away, “then you must be thinking of someone else.” He said, but paused, glancing back at James who made for the sink.
Could James be thinking of… Regulus shook his head dismissing the idea as he made his way back to the table and handed over the bowls and spoons.
The thought, however, seemed to hover at the back of his mind as James retook his seat, and Effie returned with a truly divine looking banoffee pie that effectively stole his attention.
He glanced at Sirius, as his favorite dessert was passed around, “you didn’t…”
Sirius smirked at him, “Effie insisted on making your favorite, you’re gonna love it, Reggie.”
“I do hope you enjoy it, Regulus,” Effie added, eyes bright.
Regulus felt his mouth begin to water. “Thank you, it looks delicious.”
He allowed himself a rather large piece when the dessert reached him, given most of the table had already grabbed some.
Sirius snickered.
Regulus didn’t care, he barely registered handing the remainder off to James before bringing a spoonful to his mouth.
Heaven.
It was absolute heaven in his mouth.
He moaned at the glorious combination of cream, graham crackers, pure sugar and bananas.
Absolutely delicious.
“I think he likes it, Effie,” Sirius said, outright laughing now.
Regulus barely spared his brother a glance, “you have a gift,” he said to Effie, his next spoonful already halfway to his mouth. “This might be the best I’ve ever had.”
He bit back a whimper, it was even better a second time.
On his next scoop, he caught sight of James staring at him again, his mouth slightly parted, and his spoon frozen mid way to his mouth.
Regulus flushed as he realized he’d actually moaned at the dinner table, as if he were shooting a scene and….and…and.
He stared at James, banoffee pie momentarily forgotten, which was no small feat.
Surely, not.
Surely, James didn’t recognize him from his second job.
Regulus was indeed a photographer. He shot weddings, engagements, party’s and the like.
But the real money, the money he used to pay for his flat, car and classes were made as Leonis Le Coeur, the Camstar.
Though, surely James didn’t recognize him from porn, of all things… but what else could it be?
The more he thought about it, however, the more it made since. He was positive he’d never met James before tonight, and neither Sirius’ explanation nor Effie’s had appeased his insistence that he’d seen Regulus before.
It was the only explanation.
A feeling like pleasure tingled up his spine, and Regulus found he was flattered. If James truly recognized him as Leonis that meant he’d watched his…performances more than once or twice… in fact…could he be a subscriber?
Regulus hid a pleased smirk behind another spoonful of decadent banoffee pie. James himself was truly a sight to behold, that he sought Leonis for his relief…well… how could Regulus not feel flattered.
James had managed to stop staring at him, but Regulus didn’t miss the subtle glances he was stealing.
Leonis peaked an eye open at the attention, his favorite dessert. Unable to resist the urge to toy with his apparent fan, Regulus gave an inch to his alter ego.
Slowly, Regulus brought his own spoonful of the fluffy white dessert to his mouth, angling his head away from the rest of the table, but still in James’ sight line.
Languidly, he licked the whipped cream covered treat from his spoon, dragging out the flick of his tongue lewdly; with half lidded eyes he let out another moan.
Across from him, James choked on his mouthful, sounding as if he’d swallowed his own tongue.
Regulus hastily dropped his gaze to his bowl, the sound of Remus slapping James’ back nearly sending him into a fit of giggles.
“Alright, Jamie?” Effie asked, concern filling her tone.
“M’fine,” James coughed, “wrong pipe.”
Regulus nearly snorted, but covered it in his napkin.
“Bless you,” Sirius said absently, mistaking the noise for a sneeze.
“Thank you,” he huffed, watching James from beneath his lashes, as he licked the cream from his lips.
James’ eyes seemed to track the movement, his lower lip caught between his teeth.
Oh, Sirius’ best friend had indeed been watching Leonis Le Coeur, and from the way he was watching Regulus he wouldn’t mind a private show.
He’d never met someone who’d watched his porn before, well not that he knew of. People rarely admitted to watching it in person, the forums were a different story. And Regulus was aware of his “fan base”, they paid his bills after all.
As did James apparently.
The thought made his stomach drop, and he subtly glanced at his brother. His brother who had no idea his baby brother was a pornstar.
He planned to keep it that way. The last thing he wanted was a lecture on morality.
Regulus stopped toying with his dessert and finished it without further fan service. A glance at James told him the man still hadn’t placed him, going by his still pinched brow and the on going stolen glances.
Leonis had had his fun. There was no need to help James’ memory along any further. No matter how fun it was.
Barty and Evan at least would get a kick out of the story though.
As dessert ended he offered to help Effie with the dishes, but was instead ushered away into the den with James, Sirius, Remus and Peter.
The group was apparently planning a trip in to the city the next day and were attempting to coax him out on his day off.
“Come on, Reggie, come out with us! You’ve been gone so long,” Sirius whined.
Regulus eyed his brother, surprised to find Sirius’ offer seemed genuine. As opposed to their teenage years when he’d receive a halfhearted invitation, if he received one at all.
He was even more surprised to find he was actually tempted to join them.
Unnerved, Regulus checked the time on his phone, hoping it had stopped raining outside. “Fine,” he finally agreed. “I’ll come out with you, for a bit.”
Sirius beamed, looking triumphant, “that’s the spirit.”
“I should be heading out though,” he hedged, “it’s getting late and I still need to check in to my hotel.”
Sirius nodded, “oh, alright, I’ll walk you out?”
Regulus shrugged, “let me just say goodbye.”
“Effie, Monty?” He peaked into the kitchen to find the handsome couple washing and drying the dishes. “Thank you for dinner, everything was delicious.”
“Oh,” Effie smiled, setting the dried plate down she moved toward him, “you’re welcome here anytime, Regulus, feel free to stop by again while you’re in London,” Effie suggested, pulling him into a firm hug.
“Or the next time,” Monty added, clapping him on the shoulder.
“I will,” Regulus promised, “thank you both.” With a small wave he backed out of the kitchen.
When he returned to the hall, he found Sirius and James chatting by the front door, debating where to go tomorrow.
Regulus waved good bye to Peter and Remus as he passed the den before stopping beside them.
James smiled down at him, offering his hand to shake, “it was very nice meeting you, Regulus, hopefully I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Regulus shook it, and felt Leonis peak another eye open, urging him to play with James one last time.
He won’t tell, he seemed to whisper. Why would James ever confess to watching Regulus’ porn channel to Sirius of all people? He doubted James had a death wish.
Sirius’ back was turned as he undid the locks on the door and Regulus unable to help himself, leaned in closer to James, a coy smile on his lips.
“Or later tonight,” he murmured, before releasing James’ hand.
James’ smile slipped slightly, making way for confusion, “what was that?”
Regulus winked. “Have a good night, James.”
Thankfully the rain had stopped, and Sirius walked him out to his car. After a rather stiff but genuine hug, Regulus climbed inside his rental car and drove off, heart slightly racing at his own daring.
He wondered if James would actually be watching his channel tonight. He’d put out a new scene this morning with the help of Barty.
Bonus James Pov:
James left his parents house a little after nine. He’d given Peter a ride home before parking in the garage of his flat.
He shot off a quick text to his parents, letting them know he was home, then another to Sirius to reassure him having Regulus over had been no trouble. Then he readied for bed.
He’d be lying if he said Regulus hadn’t been occupying his thoughts. Not just the inkling that he’d seen him before.
Regulus was beautiful. His silver eyes lined with black, the way his pink lips had wrapped around his spoon. James felt his cock stir again just remembering the noises he’d made at dessert.
If he didn’t know better, James thought Regulus might’ve been flirting with him. Surely, the banoffee pie alone hadn’t warranted those delectable noises—delicious as his mother’s recipe was.
James climbed between his sheets, his tv turned low as he loaded an entirely different show on his laptop.
He sank back into his pillows and hit play on the newly added video to the XXX channel he’d subscribed too.
Beautiful pale skin filled his screen, as a black gloved hand gripped the curly dark strands of Leonis Le Coeur’s hair, jerking his head back until coal lined silver eyes stared directly into the camera, the straining mushroom head of a dripping cock sliding along his parted lips.
Leonis’ pink tongue darted out to taste the glistening liquid left behind on his lips—the video froze mid lick as James tapped the space bar to pause it.
“Holy shit,” James breathed, shock coursing through his body, “holy fucking shit.”
He gaped at the scene, at Leo’s lust glazed silver eyes.
Hopefully, I’ll see you tomorrow, he’d said to Regulus.
Or later tonight. Regulus’ words clanged through him as understanding finally clued him in to the man’s meaning.
James covered his mouth. “Oh fuck,” he breathed.
He had recognized Regulus.
He’d known he’d seen that stunning face before. And going by his comment, Regulus knew too.
“Well, shit.”
On the screen Leo-No, Regulus stared at him, his kiss swollen lips parted in anticipation.
God, he was beautiful.
James had subscribed to his channel for a reason. He’d stumbled across it months ago, on the XXX site he frequented. It was the first time he’d actually committed to a paid subscription on the website.
Leonis was stunning to look at, and impossible to look away from.
Even more so in person.
Which…left him with a slight dilemma.
Did he hit play?
Should he close out of the tab and find something else to get off to? Someone else?
Should he stop watching his best friend’s little brother’s porn channel?
He had already paid his subscription fee for the month, he reasoned.
And Leonis really was a sight to behold, with his slim waist, flat toned stomach, and a face that could drive a person to sin.
Leonis’ background picture was of him stretched across white bed sheets completely naked with his arms stretched above his head, a knee propped up with the other leg stretched out. The angle of his knee teased the base of his hard dick peaking out from the line of trim black curls.
He’d been looking forward to the release of the new video for a week, ever since it’s blacked out icon had appeared with the message coming soon…
James licked his lips, and hit play on the video. The twinge of guilt he felt became buried beneath the sounds of Leonis’ choked moans as he swallowed the cock of the person off screen.
The hand gripping Leonis’ hair tightened, holding him in place as the person fucked his pretty mouth, forcing desperate dark tears to roll down his hollowed cheeks.
Minutes later, James lay panting on his back, his cock half spent and his guilt slowly reforming with a vengeance.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned.
Was this weird now that he’d met Leonis—Regulus in person?
He was having trouble separating Leonis from Regulus, his on screen moans had been so similar to the ones James had heard during dessert at his parent’s house that he knew Regulus had done it on purpose.
The way he’d swirled his tongue over the spoon had been like watching his own personal Leonis Le Coeur show.
James groaned as his still sensitive cock twitched with interest just thinking about it.
It was a wonder he hadn’t recognized him immediately, but seeing Regulus fully clothed had thrown him off apparently.
James’ eyes fluttered shut as he absently wrapped a hand around his already stiff cock. He recalled the noises Regulus had made, pictured thrusting his dick into Regulus’ mouth instead of the off screen stranger. Hearing him whimper and gag on his length.
He squeezed himself tighter, stroked himself faster.
I’ll see you tomorrow.
Or later tonight.
James came with a hissed breath, and a gruff shout. “Fuck, Regulus.”
He shut his laptop screen with more force than he’d intended, his head dropping back on his pillow as he attempted to gather himself.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned.