yeah why not? ain't like you haven't seen all of me already
[ Plus he can think of so many worse things than Roy zeroing in all of his unbearably intense direction solely on Jamie like he's the only thing in the fucking world worth looking at, and fuck, if he holds onto that thought too long he's going to make this Nando's shoot uncomfortable. ]
not sure you'll be able to keep your fucking hands to yourself long enough to get anywhere first though
nah fuck off. i don't think you got it in you. you like making me do what you want too much. it'll drive you fucking mad just sitting back to watch me get off however i want to
bet i don't even get three fingers in before you break.
[ 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.
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. ]
[ 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.
[ Roy can't decide if he regrets teaching Jamie new words or not. On the one hand, it's hot how much Jamie actually listens to him, particularly when he talks about whatever book he's reading. Keeley was never really that interested because she had more important shit to do, which was fair enough, but Jamie always pays attention to him when he's talking about the plot of a book like he's listening to the fucking news.
It can, however, get annoying when Jamie uses the new words he's learned against Roy. And also when he uses those new words in a completely incorrect way, like when he told Roy to go ciper himself. It doesn't matter that it made Roy laugh and that's exactly why Jamie said it. It doesn't matter that Roy replied I'll cipher you and they'd gotten naked shortly after. It's still annoying that Jamie knows exactly how to make him laugh, like he's completely cracked the cipher to Roy's humour. ]
Oi— [ It's a half-hearted oi, his book falling to the floor while Jamie takes his rightful place on his lap, and he can't complain. Even if it hurt his knee, he wouldn't complain. He'd put up with it simply to have Jamie close.
His hands cup Jamie's hips, looking down through his lashes to watch Jamie be his usual cocktease self. He remembers a time when he found Jamie's confidence unbearable, mostly because he made other people feel like shit in the process. Nowadays if Jamie said anything negative about himself, Roy would be arguing just how amazing he is. So it's a good thing he hears Jamie talk about himself like he's the sexiest person in the room because Roy agrees. He's the sexiest person in every room. ]
Fuck. [ His cock perks right up under Jamie, fingers digging into his hips, and he's glad they haven't started the challenge they were talking about earlier yet. He cups the nape of Jamie's neck and draws his face back so he can meet Roy's eyes. ]
Don't tell me you want me to use it as lube? [ He's smirking, obviously winding him up. His hand travels to Jamie's jaw. ] Come here, you filthy poser. [ He wants a kiss and he's not waiting any longer for it. ]
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Date: 2023-06-15 12:05 am (UTC)[ Actually... ]
would you really?
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Date: 2023-06-15 12:20 am (UTC)[ Plus he can think of so many worse things than Roy zeroing in all of his unbearably intense direction solely on Jamie like he's the only thing in the fucking world worth looking at, and fuck, if he holds onto that thought too long he's going to make this Nando's shoot uncomfortable. ]
not sure you'll be able to keep your fucking hands to yourself long enough to get anywhere first though
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Date: 2023-06-15 12:38 am (UTC)I can watch you without touching you
piece of piss
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Date: 2023-06-15 01:01 am (UTC)nah fuck off. i don't think you got it in you. you like making me do what you want too much. it'll drive you fucking mad just sitting back to watch me get off however i want to
bet i don't even get three fingers in before you break.
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Date: 2023-06-18 12:17 am (UTC)game on.
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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.
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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. ]
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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.
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Date: 2023-06-22 12:36 am (UTC)It can, however, get annoying when Jamie uses the new words he's learned against Roy. And also when he uses those new words in a completely incorrect way, like when he told Roy to go ciper himself. It doesn't matter that it made Roy laugh and that's exactly why Jamie said it. It doesn't matter that Roy replied I'll cipher you and they'd gotten naked shortly after. It's still annoying that Jamie knows exactly how to make him laugh, like he's completely cracked the cipher to Roy's humour. ]
Oi— [ It's a half-hearted oi, his book falling to the floor while Jamie takes his rightful place on his lap, and he can't complain. Even if it hurt his knee, he wouldn't complain. He'd put up with it simply to have Jamie close.
His hands cup Jamie's hips, looking down through his lashes to watch Jamie be his usual cocktease self. He remembers a time when he found Jamie's confidence unbearable, mostly because he made other people feel like shit in the process. Nowadays if Jamie said anything negative about himself, Roy would be arguing just how amazing he is. So it's a good thing he hears Jamie talk about himself like he's the sexiest person in the room because Roy agrees. He's the sexiest person in every room. ]
Fuck. [ His cock perks right up under Jamie, fingers digging into his hips, and he's glad they haven't started the challenge they were talking about earlier yet. He cups the nape of Jamie's neck and draws his face back so he can meet Roy's eyes. ]
Don't tell me you want me to use it as lube? [ He's smirking, obviously winding him up. His hand travels to Jamie's jaw. ] Come here, you filthy poser. [ He wants a kiss and he's not waiting any longer for it. ]