[ The shoot goes well, obviously, even if Jamie is more than a little distracted for most of it. The camera loves him though, and Jamie has always loved it back enough to preen under a lense without much prompting required so yeah it's good, it's great, and if he's antsy waiting for it to finish, bouncing on his heels and stretching out the bottom of his kit by balling and unballing his fists up inside of it while the others have their turns, well, then, that's just his business, isn't it?
No one says anything, at least, but that's probably because they're used to Jamie fidgeting around in the lulls between activity, all his pent up energy coming out in little bursts until he can actually do something about it. They do ask him to come out with them after just like Roy thought they would, excited and eager as if a Nandos sponsorship is AFC Richmond's biggest win yet(which Jamie expected), and they all share the same annoying knowing look between themselves when Jamie declines with the vague excuse that he has something to take care of(which Jamie resolutely fucking ignores). There's no way they actually know, because insane sexting fantasies aside Roy and Jamie act the way they always have with each other at work, but the way Sam had been smiling at him when he finally threw his phone in his bag to prep for the shoot means that there's no way they don't know his something to take care of is really a someone.
They're good lads, though, and so they let him off the hook with only a little ribbing about it, threatening to make him make good on his promise of next time or else, and Jamie only feels a little bad about the fact that he can't get the fuck away fast enough to high tail it to where he really wants to be.
He does stop for food on the way even though he's not really thinking about eating, as if that might prove to himself that he's not as embarrassingly desperate and eager as he actually feels to be back around Roy again, like he's been away from the man for days and not just a few fucking hours, christ, and he lets himself into Roy's house with the key that he still sometimes has a hard time believing actually lives on his keyring to use whenever he wants.
His skin is buzzing a little, partly because he'd been thinking about their texts again on the way over, but mostly because that's just what happens lately whenever Jamie knows he's about to get to spend the night greedily soaking in all of the other man's attention all for himself.
Fuck, that's pathetic.
He kicks off his shoes at the door and calls out: ]
You better not be asleep already, you fucking antique.
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Date: 2023-06-18 02:47 pm (UTC)[ The shoot goes well, obviously, even if Jamie is more than a little distracted for most of it. The camera loves him though, and Jamie has always loved it back enough to preen under a lense without much prompting required so yeah it's good, it's great, and if he's antsy waiting for it to finish, bouncing on his heels and stretching out the bottom of his kit by balling and unballing his fists up inside of it while the others have their turns, well, then, that's just his business, isn't it?
No one says anything, at least, but that's probably because they're used to Jamie fidgeting around in the lulls between activity, all his pent up energy coming out in little bursts until he can actually do something about it. They do ask him to come out with them after just like Roy thought they would, excited and eager as if a Nandos sponsorship is AFC Richmond's biggest win yet(which Jamie expected), and they all share the same annoying knowing look between themselves when Jamie declines with the vague excuse that he has something to take care of(which Jamie resolutely fucking ignores). There's no way they actually know, because insane sexting fantasies aside Roy and Jamie act the way they always have with each other at work, but the way Sam had been smiling at him when he finally threw his phone in his bag to prep for the shoot means that there's no way they don't know his something to take care of is really a someone.
They're good lads, though, and so they let him off the hook with only a little ribbing about it, threatening to make him make good on his promise of next time or else, and Jamie only feels a little bad about the fact that he can't get the fuck away fast enough to high tail it to where he really wants to be.
He does stop for food on the way even though he's not really thinking about eating, as if that might prove to himself that he's not as embarrassingly desperate and eager as he actually feels to be back around Roy again, like he's been away from the man for days and not just a few fucking hours, christ, and he lets himself into Roy's house with the key that he still sometimes has a hard time believing actually lives on his keyring to use whenever he wants.
His skin is buzzing a little, partly because he'd been thinking about their texts again on the way over, but mostly because that's just what happens lately whenever Jamie knows he's about to get to spend the night greedily soaking in all of the other man's attention all for himself.
Fuck, that's pathetic.
He kicks off his shoes at the door and calls out: ]
You better not be asleep already, you fucking antique.