[ It's difficult to tell if the fucking hell he's hearing is good or bad - that is until the bundle of energy that is Jamie Tartt catapults towards him, and all Roy can do is catch him in his arms, stumbling back into a dresser in the room. He can't even complain about how there's probably a bruise against his lower back from colliding with the furniture thanks to the impact of Jamie kissing him. He can't complain because even for how clumsy the kiss is and how unprepared Roy is for it, it manages to be one of the best kisses of his life for the simple fact that Roy just staked his claim on him and rather than call Roy a delusional twat, he's kissing him for it.
One hand grips the back of Jamie's head, the other wraps around his hip, clutching Jamie flush against him. Fuck, he's missed kissing Jamie, missed it more than he does playing football in a stadium full of people chanting his name, but he's trying to be a better man and he doesn't think Jamie should let him off the hook so easily. ]
But I am fucking sorry— [ He murmurs against Jamie's lips before they're kissing again, Roy guiding Jamie back by his hips until the back of his legs touch the edge of his king-sized bed and Roy pushes him down, climbing on top of him. ] Do you have any idea how jealous I'd be if I found you fucking someone else? The only Brazilians I want you near are the ones you're destroying on the pitch like the talented shit you are.
[ He stares down at Jamie, pinned to the bed by Roy's hips, holding himself up by his elbows. ] Fucking hell, Jamie, I've missed you.
[ It's crazy how much. It's crazy how he went from hating Jamie's guts to not knowing how to function without him. It's crazy how he'd follow Jamie anywhere, catch a thousand pain-in-the-arse flights to be with him, even in an economy seat that's really uncomfortable for his knee. It's crazy how he'd walk 500 miles to be with Jamie, like that annoying as shit song the lads sang at the last karaoke night, which he couldn't help but sing under his breath while looking over at the love of his life.
Fuck, he loves Jamie, but he's not ready to say it. Not today. ]
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Date: 2023-06-29 11:27 pm (UTC)One hand grips the back of Jamie's head, the other wraps around his hip, clutching Jamie flush against him. Fuck, he's missed kissing Jamie, missed it more than he does playing football in a stadium full of people chanting his name, but he's trying to be a better man and he doesn't think Jamie should let him off the hook so easily. ]
But I am fucking sorry— [ He murmurs against Jamie's lips before they're kissing again, Roy guiding Jamie back by his hips until the back of his legs touch the edge of his king-sized bed and Roy pushes him down, climbing on top of him. ] Do you have any idea how jealous I'd be if I found you fucking someone else? The only Brazilians I want you near are the ones you're destroying on the pitch like the talented shit you are.
[ He stares down at Jamie, pinned to the bed by Roy's hips, holding himself up by his elbows. ] Fucking hell, Jamie, I've missed you.
[ It's crazy how much. It's crazy how he went from hating Jamie's guts to not knowing how to function without him. It's crazy how he'd follow Jamie anywhere, catch a thousand pain-in-the-arse flights to be with him, even in an economy seat that's really uncomfortable for his knee. It's crazy how he'd walk 500 miles to be with Jamie, like that annoying as shit song the lads sang at the last karaoke night, which he couldn't help but sing under his breath while looking over at the love of his life.
Fuck, he loves Jamie, but he's not ready to say it. Not today. ]