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@finefurryfella

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[ Roy calls him Prince Prick and-- yeah, alright. Maybe he will let the topic slide off when not sure he's even ready to touch it, when it's easier to snort a pleased laugh to himself about the stupid nickname that's stuck and be tugged along on the sharpest conversation detour he's ever seen that ends in fucking vanilla vodka of all things.

Sometimes Jamie can't tell if Roy is bad at being subtle or if he himself is just too good at reading into shit that isn't even there. Roy called him a child the last time he thought Jamie was drinking it, but then he remembered, didn't he, enough to think that maybe Jamie would want it again, and now Jamie has a gift waiting for him wrapped in an invitation that he's been looking forward to all day.

Fuck. ]

wow i'm touched

might be a bit late. keeley's got us doing that shoot for the nandos thing and the lads are going fucking mental about it so

but yeah. i'll be there

[ brazil ]

[finefurryfella]

[ Roy thinks he might love Keeley (just not in that way anymore) for getting him to Brazil without any complications. He'd sent her a text saying I need your help surprising Jamie, and under half an hour, she's organised him flight tickets, his hotel (the same as Jamie's, booked under a fake name) and even transport. It's insane how good she is at her job. She sends him a "have fun with jamie 😘" text which suggests she probably knows there's something going on between them, but he's running on too much adrenaline to care. Besides, he's got to pack up his shit before he flies.

He comes up with a plan that should help him go unnoticed by the public. Everyone who knows who he is knows he only wears dark heathered charcoal (i.e. black). He's instantly recognizable by his wardrobe, particularly his trademark leather jacket. So he brings nothing black, apart from underwear, and chooses the most ridiculous outfit he can come up with to travel in.

Miraculously, it works. Nobody bats an eye at him when he's at the airport. He blends in with all the other stupidly dressed holidaymakers. Why the fuck didn't he dress like an idiot sooner?

It's a long flight from London and he only gets about an hour's kip because he's so nervous he's made a mistake and Jamie will think he's the clingiest man he's ever met to follow him to fucking Brazil, even if Jamie wanted him there in the first place.

Knowing what room is Jamie's thanks to Keeley, he knocks on his door and waits. What Jamie will be greeted by is a bearded man wearing a familiar tie-dye shirt, red joggers, a bucket hat with a smiley face on it, and a pair of sunglasses. He has no idea if Jamie is even in his room or not. He might be working, lounging by the pool, or even flirting with hot Brazilians his own age.

Suddenly he has an image of a Brazilian model Jamie is fucking opening the door and looks the complete opposite of the smiley on his hat, frowning to himself. ]

Fuuuuuu—

@finefurryfella

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[ How is it that every time Roy threatens to fuck him exhausted it always makes his stomach do an excited little flip like it's the first time all over again-- ]

killjoy

what about an apron? one of them little ones to protect your cock and shit

bet nigella lawson cooks with her tits n arse out for her boyfriend if he asks