[ Roy is a shit liar, but that's not exactly news. Jamie doesn't mind so much when it means he looks like he does now, sleepy and warm and with the hair on one side of his head doing something supremely fucking stupid from being mashed into a pillow, all of it enough to make Jamie want to kiss him so bad it's actually driving him a little mad. ]
Yeah, sure. Upside down ciphers this time, is it?
[ Roy taught him what a cipher was, so it only seems fair Jamie gets to use that newfound knowledge to make fun of him as he swans his way into Roy's living room, annoyingly smug. He leaves a trail of things as he goes-- his bag dropped onto a little table as he crosses into the room, his favorite puffer vest unzipped and thrown over the chair he's sucked Roy off in more times than he can count anymore -- until he's close enough to knock the book out of Roy's hands, cheeky without shame.
He's in a good mood, although photographers telling him how good he looks for hours on end does tend to have that effect on him, and Jamie's grinning as he makes himself comfortable, kneeling up onto the couch to swing himself right into Roy's lap, careful as always about his shit knee as he settles himself in place like it's a throne that he owns. ]
It was good, yeah. Had to cut the sauce shot, though. [ The problem with being this close to Roy is that Jamie never really knows where to start on him, never sure what part of Roy he wants to touch the most. He still wants to kiss him but he also wants to keep being a shit, and so he splits the difference by pressing his face into Roy's throat to breath him in a little, sinking into the other man's chest, talking against his skin. ] Didn't want the other lads to feel bad about themselves tryin' to keep up after I would'a looked that fucking amazing.
[ And then he bites, just a little, just a tease, mostly because he can't fucking help himself. ] But they let me take a bottle. You know, in case you needed something to eat off me arse later.
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Date: 2023-06-20 11:59 pm (UTC)Yeah, sure. Upside down ciphers this time, is it?
[ Roy taught him what a cipher was, so it only seems fair Jamie gets to use that newfound knowledge to make fun of him as he swans his way into Roy's living room, annoyingly smug. He leaves a trail of things as he goes-- his bag dropped onto a little table as he crosses into the room, his favorite puffer vest unzipped and thrown over the chair he's sucked Roy off in more times than he can count anymore -- until he's close enough to knock the book out of Roy's hands, cheeky without shame.
He's in a good mood, although photographers telling him how good he looks for hours on end does tend to have that effect on him, and Jamie's grinning as he makes himself comfortable, kneeling up onto the couch to swing himself right into Roy's lap, careful as always about his shit knee as he settles himself in place like it's a throne that he owns. ]
It was good, yeah. Had to cut the sauce shot, though. [ The problem with being this close to Roy is that Jamie never really knows where to start on him, never sure what part of Roy he wants to touch the most. He still wants to kiss him but he also wants to keep being a shit, and so he splits the difference by pressing his face into Roy's throat to breath him in a little, sinking into the other man's chest, talking against his skin. ] Didn't want the other lads to feel bad about themselves tryin' to keep up after I would'a looked that fucking amazing.
[ And then he bites, just a little, just a tease, mostly because he can't fucking help himself. ] But they let me take a bottle. You know, in case you needed something to eat off me arse later.