[ Jamie thinks Roy is going to kiss him, a little bit.
That's how it always goes in films, isn't it? After all the drama of the person you want to make a big, stupid grand gesture not going through with it, and then they fucking do, standing right there in front of you when you really didn't expect that it would happen, and then they kiss you and probably fuck your brains out after--
Roy just shoves passed him instead, which is both predictable and fucking annoying, even if the way the man growls low in his throat while he does it still makes Jamie's dick twitch a little, anyway. He rolls his eyes, head shaking as he swings the door back shut, and Jamie's mouth is open to deliver little smart-mouthed jab about old people and jet lag when he turns back to face him, only to immediately lose track of the joke when he sees Roy doing...whatever the hell he's fucking doing.
It's like Roy is looking for something, which doesn't make any sense, but he seems intent on pulling Jamie's room apart until he finds it regardless. It's so bizarre that for once Jamie doesn't have anything to say about it, no little shitty quips or sarcastic commentary while he watches the other man work his way through every nook and cranny, and he's still wearing a look of clear, muddy confusion on his face when Roy gets right up into his space to start interrogating him about Brazilians.
It's been a long time since Roy getting in his face like this has triggered the urge to do anything other than bite his mouth or get his hands under Roy's clothes, but threatening is the absolute last thing on Jamie's mind when every fucking word out of Roy's mouth is just making him more confused than he was a second ago. ]
'Course I'm alone. What the fuck are you even talkin' about? [ He is so fucking confused. If Roy had been worried he'd find Keeley in Jamie's room, maybe he could understand that, what with knowing she'd be coming on the trip and all, but this is clearly not that. ] Why would I be shagging Brazilians?
[ Outside of the fact that he's in Brazil, where it's reasonable to suspect most Brazilians would probably be available for said shagging if that's what were happening, and it isn't like they've talked about-- fuck, any of this shit that they're doing, and certainly not in anyway that would invite a discussion about who they are or aren't sleeping with outside of each other. Mostly Jamie really doesn't mind avoiding that conversation, and yeah, maybe it's a little because he doesn't want to deal with whatever tangled up shitty feelings it'll make him feel like to get an answer he doesn't want to get, but-- ] Is that why you're here? To see who I've been fucking on holiday?
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That's how it always goes in films, isn't it? After all the drama of the person you want to make a big, stupid grand gesture not going through with it, and then they fucking do, standing right there in front of you when you really didn't expect that it would happen, and then they kiss you and probably fuck your brains out after--
Roy just shoves passed him instead, which is both predictable and fucking annoying, even if the way the man growls low in his throat while he does it still makes Jamie's dick twitch a little, anyway. He rolls his eyes, head shaking as he swings the door back shut, and Jamie's mouth is open to deliver little smart-mouthed jab about old people and jet lag when he turns back to face him, only to immediately lose track of the joke when he sees Roy doing...whatever the hell he's fucking doing.
It's like Roy is looking for something, which doesn't make any sense, but he seems intent on pulling Jamie's room apart until he finds it regardless. It's so bizarre that for once Jamie doesn't have anything to say about it, no little shitty quips or sarcastic commentary while he watches the other man work his way through every nook and cranny, and he's still wearing a look of clear, muddy confusion on his face when Roy gets right up into his space to start interrogating him about Brazilians.
It's been a long time since Roy getting in his face like this has triggered the urge to do anything other than bite his mouth or get his hands under Roy's clothes, but threatening is the absolute last thing on Jamie's mind when every fucking word out of Roy's mouth is just making him more confused than he was a second ago. ]
'Course I'm alone. What the fuck are you even talkin' about? [ He is so fucking confused. If Roy had been worried he'd find Keeley in Jamie's room, maybe he could understand that, what with knowing she'd be coming on the trip and all, but this is clearly not that. ] Why would I be shagging Brazilians?
[ Outside of the fact that he's in Brazil, where it's reasonable to suspect most Brazilians would probably be available for said shagging if that's what were happening, and it isn't like they've talked about-- fuck, any of this shit that they're doing, and certainly not in anyway that would invite a discussion about who they are or aren't sleeping with outside of each other. Mostly Jamie really doesn't mind avoiding that conversation, and yeah, maybe it's a little because he doesn't want to deal with whatever tangled up shitty feelings it'll make him feel like to get an answer he doesn't want to get, but-- ] Is that why you're here? To see who I've been fucking on holiday?