Jamie is only the reason he ever stays up past 10 PM. He tends to be wide awake when Jamie is around for obvious reasons, but when Jamie isn't with him, he usually just goes to bed early, ready for another day of football (football really is life for Roy, but lately life is football and Jamie).
While Jamie was busy getting photographed, Roy was having a hard time concentrating on anything at home. He's definitely looking forward to seeing Jamie later, but every time he checks the clock to see how much time has passed, it's like time is slowing down to fuck with him. He'd tried to read, tried watching a movie, tried watching Richmond's last match - but that last choice proved to be a big mistake. He'd been trying not to think about Jamie like some obsessive freak, but what he'd ended up doing was replaying Jamie's goals over and over with his hand down his shorts.
He can't believe he's using footy matches as porn to wank off to Jamie Tart. What the fuck has become of him?
But back to Roy being asleep - the sound of the front door slamming shut is what wakes Roy up with a start. For a second he thinks he's about to be burgled and is ready to fuck up said burglar until he remembers he gave Jamie a key. He'd fallen asleep on the sofa, but he's not going to give Jamie the satisfaction of being right, so he suddenly sits up, grabs The Da Vinci Code from the coffee table and pretends like he's been reading. Of course, all the signs are there that he's been snoozing, from the patch of drool on his shirt, to his slightly touseled hair, to the sleep still in his eyes. ]
For your fucking information, I've been reading my book. [ That would probably be more believable if he wasn't holding said book upside down. ]
How'd it go? Did they make you spill a bottle of peri-peri sauce on yourself? [ That's supposed to be a joke but his cock actually twitches at the thought of shirtless Jamie covered in sauce. God help him if he starts using Nando ads of Jamie to wank off to next. ]
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Date: 2023-06-19 09:43 pm (UTC)Jamie is only the reason he ever stays up past 10 PM. He tends to be wide awake when Jamie is around for obvious reasons, but when Jamie isn't with him, he usually just goes to bed early, ready for another day of football (football really is life for Roy, but lately life is football and Jamie).
While Jamie was busy getting photographed, Roy was having a hard time concentrating on anything at home. He's definitely looking forward to seeing Jamie later, but every time he checks the clock to see how much time has passed, it's like time is slowing down to fuck with him. He'd tried to read, tried watching a movie, tried watching Richmond's last match - but that last choice proved to be a big mistake. He'd been trying not to think about Jamie like some obsessive freak, but what he'd ended up doing was replaying Jamie's goals over and over with his hand down his shorts.
He can't believe he's using footy matches as porn to wank off to Jamie Tart. What the fuck has become of him?
But back to Roy being asleep - the sound of the front door slamming shut is what wakes Roy up with a start. For a second he thinks he's about to be burgled and is ready to fuck up said burglar until he remembers he gave Jamie a key. He'd fallen asleep on the sofa, but he's not going to give Jamie the satisfaction of being right, so he suddenly sits up, grabs The Da Vinci Code from the coffee table and pretends like he's been reading. Of course, all the signs are there that he's been snoozing, from the patch of drool on his shirt, to his slightly touseled hair, to the sleep still in his eyes. ]
For your fucking information, I've been reading my book. [ That would probably be more believable if he wasn't holding said book upside down. ]
How'd it go? Did they make you spill a bottle of peri-peri sauce on yourself? [ That's supposed to be a joke but his cock actually twitches at the thought of shirtless Jamie covered in sauce. God help him if he starts using Nando ads of Jamie to wank off to next. ]