[ Well, at least he doesn't answer the door wearing only his shirt...
Except maybe the reality is a lot worse. There's a possibility Roy has never seen Jamie look any better than this, even with the bit of a sunburn across his nose. The sunburn makes him look more human, a reminder that he isn't perfect, even if his body looks it half the time, and it's stupidly endearing. His hair looks ridiculous in that way that makes Roy want to run his fingers through it, brushing back those strands out of his eyes. What Jamie is wearing - which is very little - Roy honestly can't tell are meant to be shorts or underwear. If it's not underwear, they should be illegal. And Jamie's semi is enough to make his brain shut down for at least five seconds, glad for the sunglasses he's still wearing (he didn't need to wear them inside but he's technically still incognito) that hide the sudden desire in his eyes to pull down Jamie's shorts, kneel down and suck his cock right in the doorway.
Of course, a hot Brazilian could be responsible for the way Jamie looks, and that's what stops him from grabbing Jamie and kissing him. Instead, in a classic display of Roy Kent behaviour, he shoves Jamie back so there's enough room for him to pass, growling in response to the clown joke because that was only funny when used to describe Ted.
He takes off his sunglasses so he can see better, then proceeds to search Jamie's hotel room. He starts with the bed, pulling the covers off to make sure no one's under there (no Brazilian). He checks out the bathroom, including in the shower (no Brazilian). He checks the balcony (no Brazilian), behind the curtains (no Brazilian) and finally in the wardrobe (still no fucking Brazilian). ]
...No one's here. [ He sounds so confused, his voice rising as it always does when he's having some kind of mental breakdown, which Jamie is usually responsible for. He gets all up in Jamie's face, which isn't at all threatening in his outfit. ] Why the fuck are you alone? Why aren't you shagging fit Brazilians?
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Date: 2023-06-13 11:49 pm (UTC)Except maybe the reality is a lot worse. There's a possibility Roy has never seen Jamie look any better than this, even with the bit of a sunburn across his nose. The sunburn makes him look more human, a reminder that he isn't perfect, even if his body looks it half the time, and it's stupidly endearing. His hair looks ridiculous in that way that makes Roy want to run his fingers through it, brushing back those strands out of his eyes. What Jamie is wearing - which is very little - Roy honestly can't tell are meant to be shorts or underwear. If it's not underwear, they should be illegal. And Jamie's semi is enough to make his brain shut down for at least five seconds, glad for the sunglasses he's still wearing (he didn't need to wear them inside but he's technically still incognito) that hide the sudden desire in his eyes to pull down Jamie's shorts, kneel down and suck his cock right in the doorway.
Of course, a hot Brazilian could be responsible for the way Jamie looks, and that's what stops him from grabbing Jamie and kissing him. Instead, in a classic display of Roy Kent behaviour, he shoves Jamie back so there's enough room for him to pass, growling in response to the clown joke because that was only funny when used to describe Ted.
He takes off his sunglasses so he can see better, then proceeds to search Jamie's hotel room. He starts with the bed, pulling the covers off to make sure no one's under there (no Brazilian). He checks out the bathroom, including in the shower (no Brazilian). He checks the balcony (no Brazilian), behind the curtains (no Brazilian) and finally in the wardrobe (still no fucking Brazilian). ]
...No one's here. [ He sounds so confused, his voice rising as it always does when he's having some kind of mental breakdown, which Jamie is usually responsible for. He gets all up in Jamie's face, which isn't at all threatening in his outfit. ] Why the fuck are you alone? Why aren't you shagging fit Brazilians?