Regulus woke up from the ache under his knees and on his thighs. The alarm clock reading 5:42 AM.

With a groan he sat up, then felt it. The sharp ache and the soothing balm that is James' arm.. Wait, what.

James- He looks down so quickly he got whiplash. ShitShitShitShitShit-

He looks around the room and counts one, two, three, four pairs of red converse, in different shades, platform, etc. and a single pair of never worn black converse. Jeez, did this man own any other types of shoes?

Well. His fate is sealed,. He's going to lose his job amd he's judging the man's- his boss'- taste in shoes anyways. Why not savor it? He lays back down and curls into the man. All thoughts forgotten as he breathes in his scent.

The fact he's practically naked as his boxers barely reach his hips? The fact he's going to lose his job? Gone.

James wakes up to a head of messy, black hair and the strong, comforting sweet scent of old books and the sea. Though, there was something else he can't seem to pinpoint.

He smiles at the feeling of a head against his bare chest and the heat against his side. In response, he wraps his arm around Regulus, and pulls him closer.

James takes note of the soft, barely there hums coming from the smaller male and smiles. Cute

"Morning, Black..." He mumbles in his ear sweetly, tracing up his waist, to his wrists, tracing the soft scars there, he frowns softly, kissing the scar tissue gently.

Regulus was in Heaven. There's no other possibility.

He'd died, and God decided he needed a reward after all his hardships.

No other excuse could ever describe the fact he was being held in James' arms.

A man so perfect, he's been in the tabloids more times than he's been on a date.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the feeling of those lips on his scars.

Regulus' eyes shot open as he looks up at the man above him, blushing bright red. "'s too early, you prick." he grumbles and curls up, pulling his wrists away to cling to James' shirt