#and Jamie tucking his head against Roy’s shoulder

[jopzer]

something about roy tucking his face into jamie's neck during 2x12 as a direct contrast to jamie having fully melted into the hug during 2x08 but still taking a few beats before his eyebrows turn and He tucks in his face and starts hiccuping. yea

[beybaldes]

no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft

Roy Kent × Fem!Reader

word count: 9.8k

summary: jamie tartt once told you Roy needed someone to show him it was okay to be soft; Roy has found that person in you

content warning: spoilers for the plot of 'the couple next door' by Shari Lapena, tooth rotting fluff with the whole Kent bloodline and the Richmond boys, neither reader nor Roy has parents because I said so, allusions to smut but basically non written.

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a/n: this is technically a part 2 to my fic ‘it was simple, it was sweetness, it was good to know’ but can 100% be read as a standalone fic!! Thank you for all the love on the first part I acc can’t believe the amount of love and support it received 🥲🥲

"Hey, hot stuff." Your hands came to rest against Roy's shoulders, squeezing, then moving slowly across his collar bones and down his chest, coming to rest connected just above his heart. A featherlight kiss was pressed to the shell of his ear, and then another behind his ear, followed by a trail of quick kisses down his neck until your face was buried in the crook of it. "How's your book?"

"Fucking great." Roy answered back, voice low and mellow, maintaining the peaceful atmosphere in your living room.

Ever since you'd moved in together a year and a half ago, your entire house had become a sanctuary for the two of you. Roy's new position as manager made it so that even though you worked together, you saw much less of each other during the workday - mainly because it wasn't at his leisure to go in and out of your office all day any more. Even if you did spend every minute of every day around each other, you knew you could never get sick of Roy; you'd become quite the experts at communicating how you were feeling and what you were thinking, especially since every time he tried to keep you out, you would figure it out anyway.

"I mean, I've had my theories throughout about who did it, but I'd never have guessed this." Roy missed your touch as soon as you let go of him, reaching out so that he could hold your hand in his tightly while you walked around the couch to take a seat by his side. "I thought surely, what, with the husband having the affair he did it - and I was half right, the husband staged the kidnapping."

"I knew something was up with him!" You gasped, wrapping your arms around Roy's waist as you curled into his side, the hand that had just been holding yours pulling his blanket to cover your lap then moving to rest across your shoulders. "How was the husband involved? He didn't hurt the baby did he?" He used the palm of his hand to press your head against his chest, tucking your hair back behind your ear and then moving his hand to rest against your bicep, scratching his fingers gently into the exposed flesh there. "Oh my god, he didn't, like, get rid of it so he could be with the neighbour did he?"

"Slow down, slow down," Roy shushed, folding the corner of the page he was on, something so close to the end of the book you could count the pages if you tried. He pressed a chaste, warm kiss to the crown of your head, placing the book down beside him on the couch. "Let me explain, Angel." Roy's other hand, now free from holding the book, cradled your chin gently, tilting your head up so he could press a tender kiss to your lips. "So Anne's dad-"

Another gasp slipped past your lips. More then anything, you wanted to let Roy explain the plot of what he'd been reading, but his nightly updates had kept you on the edge of your seat. Despite not having read a single page, apart from the 2 chapters you read aloud to Roy earlier in the week when he was feeling a little under the weather, you were completely and utterly enthralled; desperate to know how it ended. Besides, this daily discussion was the highlight of your days. No matter how good or bad your day had been, if you'd gone out of your way to ignore each other or talked nonstop: Roy still talked and you still listened. "What did Anne's dad have to do with it?"

"You'll see." He chastised, pressing a kiss to the tip-of your nose before continuing with his explanation. "Marco assists in kidnapping the baby, why? Because his business is going out of money and he plans on faking a ransom note for asking for the exact amount of money he needs to pay up to save his business." Roy slid his hand under the blanket, pulling your legs up and into his lap as you brought your head up from against his chest. Threading your fingers through his hair, you looked at him confused. "Anne's parents are rich, remember? But they won't give him the money so he stages this kidnapping to force them to pay the ransom."

"No." You gasped, you hand clapping against your mouth. "Why wouldn't they give their son in law the money? They do know it directly affects their daughter and grand-daughter, right?"

"They won't give him the money because they don't like him, so get this, the guy who convinced Marco to stage the kidnapping was hired by Anne's dad." Roy laughed at the gasp you let out, you completely enthralled with the story and him completely enthralled with you. He always was. "Anne's dad staged the whole thing because he wanted Anne and Marco to split up. And just when you think everything's okay because they got the baby back; Anne murders the neighbour because she had been having an affair - with Anne’s dad.”

You were practically jumping in your seat.

Sometimes you wish you had the same amount of patience as Roy so you could actually sit down and read with him. Most of the time, however, you were more then happy to listen to him passionately talk you through what he was reading, were happy to watch that wonderful smile you loved so much curl onto his lips.

"But!"

"But-" you repeated after Roy, pressing a kiss to his cheek, urging him to hurry up with his ending; you were waiting to hear it.

"But, Anne doesn't remember killing the neighbour, so there is this whole unreliable light cast on the whole story; it might not have even happened!" Roy expected to find you staring at him in shock, some commentary on what you think happened on the tip of your tongue, but it never came.

Instead, he found you staring at him with complete adoration, like you'd watched him mould the galaxies in his hands, hang the stars in the sky and spin the world on his fingernails. To you, he did, he really did. You leant forward a little, using the hand that you'd tangled in Roy's hair to pull him closer to you so that you could press your lips to his. The kiss was soft and tender, something that Roy, ever intense, had really come to enjoy through out your relationship; you brought out this entirely different side to him that he wasn't even sure existed until he met you.

"I love you." You murmured against his lips, going in for another quick peck before you pulled away, gracing him with the sight of a smile. "I love how passionate you get when talking about the stuff you love, and that smile - ugh that smile, Roy - you're killing me here."

Roy was certain he was doing the right thing. So certain, in fact, that he'd bought the ring the day you got together: Phoebe's accusation in your living room that you were getting married telling him everything he needed to know. The life Roy had dreamed of was right before him, all he had to do now was take it. "Marry me."

"What?" The hand that had began to caress his cheek as you kissed and the hand in his hair stilled; your entire body stilled in fact, and as quickly as he'd become confident enough to ask the question, he'd become nervous again.

"Fuck, what I meant was; will you marry me?" Roy shuffled underneath you, pulling out a ring box from somewhere behind him, though you weren't sure where considering you knew his pyjama bottoms didn't have pockets. "I'm not the kind of guy for a big speech thing, but I wish I was because you fucking deserve that kind of thing. You deserve a lot more then I can ever give you, actually, and yet you still love me day in and day fucking out. I'll admit, sometimes I don't get why you do."

"Roy..." You whimpered, tears brimming in your eyes as you moved both of your hands to cradle his face.

"But you do. And I'd truly, really, be the luckiest man in the world, if you would marry grumpy, old me." Tears had formed in Roy's own eyes, the pair of you totally overwhelmed by the intimate and tender moment. You'd never been more in love with Roy then right now. "Please fucking say yes, I'm an absolute mess without you"

"Yes, please." You whispered, hands still cradling Roy's face even though your eyes remained on the ring in front of you. It was as if he'd peeked inside your brain and made the perfect ring; it was simple yet elegant and entirely you, it was really perfect. This time, you answered louder. "Please, yes."

You pulled Roy's face to you, pressing a firm and hot kiss to his lips. You let your hands leave his face, sliding up and over his cheekbones until you reached his hair, twisting your fingers into it and pulling him even tighter against you, deepening the kiss as you did. "A million times yes, Roy, yes, yes, yes." Tears had begun to freely flow down your cheeks, though there was not an ounce of sadness to them. You were insurmountably happy - over the fucking moon. "I'd say yes in every fucking language in the world if I could. I love you Roy." You bit your lip back between your teeth, trying to contain your smile since your cheeks burned. "Mrs Kent." A giggle slipped past your lips. "That's me."

"Fuck yeah, that's you." Roy growled, pulling you into him and pressing a kiss to your lips. His grip in your hair allowed him to tilt your head back slightly, giving him the perfect angle to push his tongue past your lips with a tug of his hand on your hair. If he had already put the ring on your finger, he'd have picked you up and taken you to bed then and there with the moan you let out. "Now, Mrs Kent, you going to let me put this ring on your fucking finger or what?"

~*~

You were thankful Roy had proposed on a Friday night; not only because that meant you didn't have to worry about how late he kept you up or how quickly you needed to regain the ability to walk straight, but because it gave you the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday to figure out how to tell your friends. Phoebe and Molly were coming over for dinner later that night, but you had a slight feeling you weren't actually going to have to say anything to them - you had no doubt Roy had consulted Molly over it, and Phoebe, well, you just knew she'd pick up on it the second she saw you.

"C'mere." Roy groaned beside you, not giving you the chance to move yourself before he was wrapping one arm around your waist and the other under your thigh. He slid you across the bed with ease, years of training still paying off despite the fact he hadn't played on a pitch in nearly 4 years now. Placing the leg he'd grabbed over his own leg, he pulled you flush against him, chest pressed to chest. "Good morning, Angel, sleep good?"

Roy's voice had a deeper edge then usual to it in the morning. "Always do when I'm with you, Handsome." You purred, gently scratching your fingers against his chest. "Although I've got this awful kink in my neck, must’ve slept funny."

"I can think of a few other kinks you've got." Roy murmured against your shoulder, pressing open mouthed kissed along it and up your neck. When he nipped at the sensitive skin just under your ear, you pushed yourself away from him, not out of want, but out of necessity.

"We've got guests in a few hours, remember?"

"I can do a lot in an hour alone." Given how late the two of you had been up doing things, you'd slept in till lunch, but that didn't make the sound of sleepy and slow morning sex with Roy any less appealing. God, the thought of it alone had you wanting to cancel everything ever and stay here forever.

"Hmm, that you can do." Pulling his head out of the crook of your neck, you pressed a kiss to his lips, tangling your hands into Roy's hair and trying impossibly hard to get even closer to him. "Show me what you got, coach."

A growl rolled out of Roy's throat and he was quick to get started on his own assault of your lips, fully using the position he'd pulled you into to his advantage.

~*~

After everything the two of you spent your early afternoon doing, you only had 2 hours to make sure everything was ready for when Molly and Phoebe showed up, and since your cooking skills ended at turkey dinosaurs and pizza, you left most of the work down to Roy. He let you help prepare ingredients, standing behind you with an arm wrapped around your waist and a hand guiding your hand to cut things a specific way. But when the time came to actually cook the meal, he guided you out of the kitchen, encouraging you to go and get ready with a soft kiss; one to your cheek and another to your temple.

When you'd showered and gotten ready, you made it your turn to kick Roy out of the kitchen, promising not to touch anything unless he asked you to. You made sure to set the table all nice and proper for Phoebe and Molly's arrival, still slightly starstruck by the actual use of the dining table and not just eating dinner on your couch like you'd become so accustomed to before you and Roy moved in together. Sometimes though, especially when Phoebe stayed over, you'd all eat dinner together on the sofa, spy kids playing in the background, for old times sake. And before you knew it, you'd heard the knock at the door.

Swinging the door open, you knelt down immediately, sweeping Phoebe into your arms and hugging her tightly. With her head tucked in between your shoulder and neck, you stuck out your left hand at Molly, wriggling your ring finger enthusiastically. Phoebe squealed your name, wrapping her little arms tightly around your neck; even though you'd seen her two days ago when you picked her up from school, she still missed you as much as if she hadn't seen you for a million years.

As you went to stand back up, phoebe kept her grip on your neck, a silent plea for you to pick her up. Even at 9 years old, she still loved being paraded around in your arms, taking full advantage of your love for her and her love of being close to you. You pulled Molly into the house by the hand, kicking the door shut with your foot and leading them to the kitchen, where Roy was finishing up dinner.

"Hi, Uncle Roy!" Phoebe opted to stay in your arms instead of wiggling out of them to give Roy a 'hello' hug, knowing he was busy cooking and shouldn't be interrupted.

"Hey Phoebe, dinner will be ready in 2 minutes, okay? Why don't you go and grab your phoebe mug from your room before we all sit down?" When you and Roy moved in together, it was a unanimous decision that Phoebe needed her own room in your house; and when you were moving her things from Roy and your separate houses into your new house you got her a 'phoebe mug' as a housewarming gift. It was a bright pink ceramic mug, her name written once by you on the front and once by Roy on the back - it was the only thing she would drink out of when she was at your house.

The second phoebe had slipped out of the room, you turned to Molly with a squeal, the two of you grabbing tightly onto each other and jumping around the kitchen. Roy watched fondly as the two of you gushed over the ring Molly had already seen a thousand times. She took your hand in hers, running her finger over the ring with a featherlight touch, tears filling her waterline. Molly grabbed your hand and pulled it over her shoulder, hugging you again, though this time more tenderly, more teary-eyed.

"I'd say welcome to the family, but I think you've been a part of it since the day you met Phoebe." Tears began to fill your own eyes at the words she whispered against the shell of your ear. "You make him so happy, so, so happy, and that's all I could ever want for Roy. It's all I ever way for you." Molly pulled away from the hug, wiping her thumb under your eye as your tears threatened to spill over. "He loves you. We all do. I love you."

"I love you too, Molly." Just as quickly as she'd pushed you away, you pulled her in for another hug, squeezing her tightly as though it would convey everything you were feeling. It did.

At the sound of feet running down your hallway, Molly jumped away from you, quickly wiping at her own eyes before turning to face her little girl. She gently took the mug from her hands and passed it to you, ushering her to the dining table while you and Roy plated up.

"What did she say to you?" Roy asked, knocking his hip against yours as he he started putting food into each plate.

You pulled Phoebe's favourite cordial off your shelf, pouring some in then moving past Roy to get to the sink to dilute it. "Nothing." He couldn't see the smile that formed on your face as you thought on what your future sister in law had said to you moments prior. "Just that she loves me, she loves you. That she's happy for us."

Roy wrapped an arm around you from behind as he came to join you at the sink, leaning past you to put his cooking tongs in. "I can't wait to see Phoebe's reaction." Roy murmured against the skin of your neck, pressing a kiss there then spinning you around to face him. "She absolutely adores you. She's gonna be over the fucking moon."

"Not more over the moon then me." You pressed another kiss to his lips, making sure to keep the cordial far away from you and Roy incase it spilled.

Roy turned his back on you, picking up two of the bigger plates. "I wouldn't be so sure about that."

"Oh really?" You asked, picking up the final big plate and Phoebe's smaller own. "I get to marry the love of my life and be officially related to some of the people I love the most. I think I win."

"We'll see." With one last kiss the two of you headed towards the dining table, all four of you tucking into dinner and telling each other about your weeks like clockwork; though you and Roy refrained from one pretty big event till after dinner.

When your food was all finished, you'd given Phoebe a bigger bowl of ice cream then usual, immediately prompting her to be suspicious. "Either I've been really good at school this week, or you guys have done something really bad."

"It's not like that Pheeb's, we're actually celebrating." Phoebe's head perked up at that as she mentally checked it wasn't anyone's birthday, or 'uncles day,' or Mother's Day, or 'future aunties day' (as she'd dubbed it) and she'd forgotten. When she ruled that she definitely hadn't forgotten anything, she turned to you in wait.

"What are we celebrating?"

"Me and your uncle Roy-"

"Holy shit." Smiles crept on all three of your faces as Phoebe pieced it together in her mind. "Are you getting married? Please tell me you're getting married?"

"Are getting married." As you brought your ring adorned hand up for her to see, Phoebe burst into tears, jumping off of her seat and running around to the other side of the table where you and Roy sat. She was quick to climb into Roy's lap, wrapping one arm around each of your knecks to pull you into a hug.

"This is the best day of my life." She whispered, her words coming out in a whine as she tried desperately hard to keep her tears in. "Do I get to be a flower girl?"

"Of course you get to be the flower girl, what kind of fucking question is that?" Roy scolded though a smile remained on his face, you wouldn't have anyone one else as your flower girl. Your niece was barely walking and besides, not that you'd ever admit it with them present, but you much preferred Phoebe to any blood relative you had.

Phoebe's face turned into a frown at Roy's words. "You owe me £1, uncle Roy."

"After the S-bomb you dropped before? I think we're even."

~*~

When Monday rolled around, you were extremely nervous. It wasn't that you thought any of the people at Nelson road would react badly to your engagement, you knew non of them would, you were nervous in the way you are at 8 years old on Christmas Eve - in a giddy way when you can't wait for what you feel to be shared.

You'd come up with a plan in bed the night before - announce it to Beard first, then to the boys, and then you'd make your way up to Rebecca's office to announce it to her, Higgins and Keeley (who'd you thankfully knew would be at the dog track this morning for a meeting).

To execute step 1 with no interruptions, you made sure to arrive an hour earlier to work then you usually would - knowing that Beard liked to show up early and the boys would show up as close to practice as they could get away with. Just as you expected, Beard was alone in the office, only a couple of other people in the building at all, making for an easy entrance.

"Well, to what do I owe the pleasure of you two showing up earlier then you ever have in the 5 years I've known you." Beard asked, his feet perched high up on his desk and an open book dropped against his chest.

"I needed to ask you something, actually." Roy wrapped an arm around your waist, rubbing soothing circles into your skin, silently encouraging you to ask what you wanted to ask.

"Fire away, Katniss."

"I actually wanted to ask, um, well, if you'd walk me down the aisle?"

Beard stilled, then took a shaky breath, then stilled again. He slowly picked up the book from his chest, dog-eared the page and swung his feet down from his desk, standing and crossing the room so that he could stand in front of you. "You, you-" Another shaky breath. "You want me? Me? To walk you down the aisle?"

"Yeah. You're the closest thing I've ever had to a father and-"

Beard pulled you into a hug, something he'd never done before, and tentatively wrapped his arms under yours, pinning you against him. He was warm and smelled like cinnamon, and though you'd never been a big fan of the scent, you found right now that you'd happily bask in it forever. "Yes, of course I will, it'd be an honour."

No further words were exchanged between the two of you until he pulled away, quickly wiping at his eyes before turning to Roy with a scowl. "I can fight, just so you know." He took a step closer to him, and you swore you'd never seen Roy so afraid as when Beard stuck a firm finger in his chest. "If you hurt her, I'll hurt you." Then he retreated to his chair, picking up his book and replacing it against his chest. "So when were you thinking? I always thing spring is the best time for a wedding."

The three of you discussed everything from what date you were thinking to ideal song choices while you waited for the changing room to fill up, wanting to make sure everyone had arrived before you shared the news. When Roy had done his 6th head count and found everyone had arrived, he nodded towards the door, asking if you were ready to go and tell everyone. You nodded, letting Roy lead the way and hanging in the doorway of the coaches office until Beard was at your side.

"You didn't have to threaten him, you know. He's never hurt me once, I don't think he's going to start now."

Beard folded his arms across his chest then nudged you gently in the side as the the two of you came to stand next to Roy, him shouting 'whistle,' silencing the changing room. "Hey, that's what dads are for."

"Before I start, someone grab Nate and Will from the boot room." Jamie, being closest to the boot room, dashed in and right back out, Will and Nate right behind him. "Right. Angel, the floor is yours."

You thanked Roy before turning back to the boys, all of them waiting anxiously as they waited to see what you had to say that was so important Roy had even called Will and Nate out. "I need to know if you're all available next June - we're talking the end of June, early July." Thankfully, your job at Richmond often required planning things far in advance, even if far in advance was a year away, so no one expected anything as you started to speak. "I know it's the off season but I need you all here, in Richmond. Especially Colin."

"Why especially me?" Colin asked, one hand nervously wringing the other.

"Because I absolutely refuse to get married if my man of honour won't be able to make it."

The whole changing room erupted into a chorus of gasps, quickly followed by cheers and players and kitmen alike swarming you and Roy with hugs and cries of congratulations - which, for once, he actually entertained.

Colin was the first to reach for you to pull you into a hug, his hands shaking as he did. "You really want me to be your man of honour? At your wedding?"

"Of course I do, Col." It didn't get any less tearful asking people to be apart of your wedding. "Your my best friend. I love you." No sooner then Colin had pulled you into another hug had you been torn out of it, by a very excited Jamie.

"I can't fucking believe it me. Well, I can actually, but I also can't." He pulled you in for an even tighter hug then Colin had, probably down to the fact he had more excitement then nerves coursing through his system. "Feels like yesterday me and Phoebe were sat on your couch convincing you Roy did love you, and now look at yous."

"Will Phoebe be at the wedding?" Isaac had spun you out of Jamie's hold and into his, keeping one arm around your shoulder as he spoke to you. "Cause I don't want to be the only person eating the turkey dinosaurs; there will be turkey dinosaurs right?"

"Of course there will be, Isaac." Will pulled you out from under Isaac's arm and into a sweet, although brief, hug. "Right? Otherwise I might have to RSVP no."

"Im sure it can be arranged, what, with all of Roy's footballer money." The two laughed at your words, though a certain footballer turned coach found them more amusing.

"All my footballer money, huh?"

"I hope the fact I'm only marrying you for your money doesn't make you want to call off the wedding." You teased, spinning around and wrapping your arms around Roy's neck.

He pressed a slow and sensual kiss to your lips, ignoring the teasing shouts and cheers from his team. "Hmm, you're lucky you're cute." Roy pressed another kiss to your lips, paying no mind to the curious stares of the team around him. Though when they began to linger for a minute too long, he pulled away from you with a sigh. "Right, 50 laps, all of you." When no one moved, he raised his voice. "Now!"

Roy intertwined his fingers with yours, waving a goodbye to Beard but promising to be back before the boys had finished their 50 laps.

Keeley had reacted just how you expected her to - with many screams and squeals and a tight hug that nearly knocked you off the ground. Rebecca and Higgins were much more reserved in their responses but each offered a hug and a congratulation's to the happy couple. Roy kept your fingers intertwined the whole time, squeezing your hand tight each time someone reached out for a hug but putting up with their love otherwise.

You couldn't wait to marry him.

~*~

Knowing that the off season would start around  the beginning of June, you'd decided early on the last week of June was the perfect time for the two of you to get married. And while the end of June was still a month and a half away, you were seriously considering calling the wedding off.

When you'd found out you were pregnant in February, you knew you had to keep it a close secret until you'd finished the first trimester, just incase anything happened to you or the baby, and each week since you'd found out you kept swearing to yourself you were going to tell Roy. You still hadn't. Which brought you to right now, where you were crying on the floor of your ensuite bathroom at the dead of night, at just over 12 weeks pregnant and a baby bump beginning to show.

Given the cold weather of early spring you'd kept it hidden pretty well so far, but with the progressively warmer weather, it was getting harder and harder to hide. Above that, you were now very much aware that since the baby bump had appeared, it was only going to get bigger - and you were in absolute tears over wether or not you were still going to fit into the outfit you'd picked. While your choice of outfit for your wedding wasn't anything extravagant, it made you feel extremely pretty, and hugged you in just the right way - it wouldn't if you were four months pregnant and with a baby bump that you felt was the size of Saturn.

One particularly loud sob had you clamping a hand over your mouth, hoping and praying to anything out there that Roy hadn't heard you. You didn't want him stressing, especially when you were crying over trivial things considering the life you'd always dreamed was within your grasp.

Roy's eyes blinked open though he wasn't entirely sure why, however, when he rolled over and attempted to wrap his arms around you, he was met with cold and empty sheets. The cool feel of the sheets beneath his fingers had him shooting awake; clearly you'd been out of bed a while, and considering it was pushing 2am, his first thought was that you were sick. Which wasn't too far from the truth.

Slowly, he made his way towards your en-suite bathroom, rubbing at his eyes to get him to wake up quicker. Pushing the door open, his entire being froze at the sight of you crying on the bathroom floor, him immediately falling to the ground next to you and pulling you into his lap. One hand brushed your hair out of your face while the other cupped the back of your head, pressing it into the crook of his neck. "It's okay Angel, I'm here, I'm here."

It took Roy roughly 15 minutes of rocking you gently in his arms and whispering soothing words into your hair before your sobs calmed down enough that you could talk without your words turning into a whimper. "C'mon Angel, talk to me." The way Roy oh so gently cradled your face had tears springing to your eyes again. "Or is it about me? Do you want me to call Molly? I'm sure she wouldn't mind-"

"No, it's about me." A fresh set of tears were rolling down your cheeks, but the heaving sobs that had been coming from your chest before ceased. "It's me, I've ruined everything."

"Angel..."

"I just wanted to wear a nice fucking outfit on my wedding day, and I can't, and its making me so sad it's stupid." Roy's thumb continuously wiped at the tears that were furiously running down your cheeks. "And it makes me even more sad because, because, I'm getting everything I've ever dreamed of and I'm sad over something stupid like what I can wear."

"It's not stupid, Angel face." Roy murmured against your temple, the scratch of his beard against your skin familiar and comforting. "Nothings stupid if it makes you so upset. Just talk me through it, yeah? Why can't you wear what you picked? Did it get damaged or something?"

"No, no, it's fine, it's just- it won't fit me anymore." Roy pressed a kiss to your temple, immediately spouting words of reassurance that it would still fit you and if it didn't he'd hire the best tailor in the world to make it fit and that regardless, you'd look incredibly beautiful no matter what you wore. You shook your head gently. "It's not that Roy, it's, I'm-"

You readjusted yourself in Roy's lap, turning so that your legs were either side of his, caging him in. You wrapped your arms around his neck, looking down at the bump you could just see through one of Roy's old jerseys you'd fallen asleep in, while you avoided his concerned gaze. "It's not going to fit me anymore, because I'm pregnant, Roy."

Silence filled the bathroom.

When you finally gained the courage to look up at Roy, tears were pooled in his eyes, that wonderful smile of his making the most tender appearance you'd ever seen. "You're pregnant?" He whispered, mumbling the two words over, and over, and over again. "You're pregnant."

Before you could ask Roy if he was okay, he was pressing his lips to yours, allowing the tears to fall from his eyes though without the noise of a sob. He simply kissed you over, and over, and over again, only pulling away when he could no longer contain the smile that what pulling at his lips. Your hands cradled his cheeks, wiping away each tear gently with the pad of your thumb. "I can't believe I'm crying." He scoffed, though didn't move away from to ur touch as you continued to wipe away his tears.

"If it makes you feel any better, I find the vulnerability of it incredibly hot."

One of Roy's hands moved from the side of your thighs to cup your cheek, pushing hair back behind your ear as a watery smile took over his face.

"You know," Roy paused, tenderly running his fingers up and down the side of your neck as his hand slipped down from your cheek to hold you there. "If you'd come to me 5 years ago, back when Ted and Beard first started, and told me in 5 years time I'd have everything I'd ever dreamed of? And, with the gorgeous woman from the office outside the changing rooms? I would've laughed in your face and told you to fuck off." After a moments thought, he added. "I probably wouldn't have let anyone get close enough to me to tell me that in the first place, to be honest."

"Look how far you've come." You mused, one hand slipping into the hair at the base of Roy's neck as his tears slowly stopped. "Some might say that I've made you go soft.”

Roy laughed, head tilted back against the bathroom wall as he was prevented from throwing it back further. The tilt of his head upwards granted you the perfect position to press a chaste kiss to his lips. He smiled at you softly, bringing his hand forward from the side of your neck so that he could cup your jaw. "To be loved, is to be changed." He hummed, his chest tightening as tears filled your eyes once more.

"I love you, Roy." You whispered, as though even saying it would break the sincerity of the words slipping from your lips. Although you'd said them a thousand times, it was like Roy was hearing it for the first time all over again. "Like I really, really love you Roy." Leaning forward, you rested your forehead against his. "So much... so much so that I feel like I'm never going to be able to express it enough, like if I don't get it out of me, I might die."

Roy pressed a searing kiss to your lips, sliding his hand back up your jaw and under your ear, tangling his fingers in the hair there. "I love you too, more then i ever thought I was capable of loving anyone.” Roy leaned in for another kiss then pulled away with a smirk as you ground yourself into him. "Want me to show you how much I love you, yeah?"

"Definitely."

Roy put his hands back to their original place under your thighs, slowly moving the two of you from your position on the bathroom floor to standing once more. When he was standing, you held in his arms with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, you continued the clash of tongue and teeth you'd started moments again. However, before he could get started on showing you just how much he loved you, you leaned away from him, eyes running over his whole face. "You might have to hold off on doing that thing with your hips, y'know, because of the baby."

"I'll stop doing that when the doctor tells me to stop."

~*~

Fortunately for you, at your next check up the following Thursday, the doctor gave you the all clear - on the health of the baby and the fact Roy could continue working magic with his hips. Considering you were nearly 14 weeks along, the ultrasound technician had offered to let you know the gender of the baby, but both you and Roy had agreed that you didn't want to know. You so seriously didn't want anyone to know, in fact, that Roy made a show of ripping up the envelope that contained the baby's gender right in front of the ultrasound technician after she offered it out to you; her suggestion of a gender reveal dying on her tongue.

Roy had been nothing but attentive since he'd found out; moving at your beck and call even more then normal, so much so that people around Nelson road were beginning to notice.

"Alright, what's going on?" The second Roy left your office, Isaac, Colin and Will crowed into the room, locking the door behind them. If you weren’t such a veteran of their shenanigans, you'd be getting concerned. "Are you dying?"

"Why would I be dying?" You asked, clicking the email you'd been writing closed, giving the three lads your undivided attention.

"Roy's been following you, like, more then usual though." Isaac stated, folding his arms tightly across his chest. "Weird, innit."

Before you could question what they found weird about you talking to and hanging around your fiancé, Will stepped forward, his hands tucked sheepishly in his pockets. "You're pregnant, right? I'm like 80% sure you're pregnant."

Your hand came to rest against the small bump you'd concealed under your Richmond sweater.

"Holy fuck boyo." Colin gasped, smacking his hand into Will's chest. "She is. How did you know?"

"She's glowing." Isaac and Colin tilted their heads in sync while their gaze remained directly on you, as though they were trying to see what Will saw. When it appeared they couldn't, Will let out a sigh, scratching nervously at the back of his neck. "I don't know; maybe it's the lighting."

Silence took over your small office space, the four of you alternating between staring at each other and the hand that rested against your stomach.

"Angel, you got-" Roy paused at the sight before him, scanning the room with a pointed glare. While Isaac had had the sense to lock the main door to your office when he started his interrogation, it had seemed he had forgotten to lock the connecting door from your office into the changing rooms. You'd never been more thankful to be in an office with two doors.  After a few more seconds of assessment, he seethed out a "Fuck! Not a word of this to anyone, yeah?"

All three lads nodded in silence, scurrying from the room after a particularly harsh glare from Roy had told them they had overstayed their welcome in your office. As your head fell into your hands due to the stress of it all, Roy crossed the room, slipping his fingers into your hair and scratching gently at your scalp. "They're not going to tell anyone, Angel, don't stress."

"But, what-"

"No buts, or what if's, or anything." Roy chastised, pulling your head out of your hands and crouching down to meet you at eye level. He took your hands in his own, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles. "We tell everyone when you're ready. And if that's after the wedding, then that's after the wedding." Roy pressed a kiss to your knuckles. "And that's that."

You let out a long sigh, weight lifted from your shoulders at Roy's gentle touch and soothing words. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

"You've mentioned it once or twice."

~*~

You were too scared to put your outfit on. After almost 10 months of planning every detail and waking up to see your engagement ring on your finger, you were finally getting to be Mrs Kent. And you were too scared to go out there and get dressed.

When Will, Colin and Isaac found out you were pregnant, it was on accident, but going out there, before your man of honour, bridesmaids, Phoebe and Beard to put on your outfit would be intentionally revealing your baby bump. It was so stupid, you thought, to be this worried about something that would make people happy - that would make you and Roy happy. But a small part of you just wanted things to work out how you'd planned then in your head; like being able to wear what you'd picked to marry the love of your life.

However, you wanted to get married to Roy more then you cared about keeping the baby a secret.

Everyone gasped as you walked into the main part of the hotel room. You'd forgone a dressing gown in favour of getting ready in the comfort of pyjama shorts and one of Roy's old jerseys, wanting to have a part of him with you even though you wouldn't see him the night before the wedding.

Roy had actually wanted to forgo the traditional 'no seeing the bride bullshit,' him in favour of spending every second he could get with you, but Keeley and Jamie had convinced him it would make that moment of you walking down the aisle all the more special. Though as you walked into the room, you'd wished more then anything you'd convinced Keeley to let him stay with you. All you wanted was his hand in yours as you did this.

All eyes fell to the shadow of a baby bump that could be seen through the loose material of Roy's jersey; it was the one he wore at his very first Richmond match, Kent printed and worn proudly on the back. No one moved or even dared to breath.

"Surprise?" You didn't mean for it to come out as a question, but the tense silence and feel of everyone's eyes on you had you shying away from your friends and family in a way you'd never done before. "I'm pregnant!"

Molly was the first to move, crossing the length of the room and pulling you into an embrace. "I love you." She whispered against your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "I'm going to be an auntie." Within seconds the remaining people in the room swarmed you into one big group hug. Each of Colin, Keeley, Rebecca and Beard whispered congratulations to you, telling you just how beautiful you looked and how excited they were to see you walk down the aisle. Phoebe, however, pulled the funniest face at you, her brow tense in the spitting image of Roy.

"You're not wearing that, are you?"

Phoebe had magically broke the tension of the room, smiles all around as Molly and Keeley ushered you back to the other side of the door, helping you into your outfit and making sure your hair stayed in the way you'd styled it when you got changed. Fully dressed and feeling yourself, you stepped back into the main room with newfound confidence.

You were going to marry Roy - Roy who updated you on his book every night and valued your opinion on it, who still brought you lunch everyday at work, who was willing to hold you on the bathroom floor at 3am when he should've been sleeping, who made you feel like you were the only person in a room that mattered - and you couldn't be more excited.

Colin held your hand the entire drive from the hotel and the whole way from the car to the church doors. Only two pieces of wood separated you from everything you'd ever wanted. He pressed a featherlight kiss to your cheek and wished you luck before heading inside, leaving just you and Beard outside the building.

"You nervous?" He asked, moving his hand so that it rested lovingly on the small of your back.

"It's Roy." Roy always made you nervous. From the smile that had you weak in the knees when he actually decided to show it, to the butterflies the simple movement of his fingers against your skin caused; Roy had you swooning every time he looked at you. "I can't wait to get in there."

"Can you wait a second?" Ted Lasso was stood behind you, hands bashfully tucked into suit pants pockets.

"Ted." You gasped, opening your arms but not leaving Beard's side. The American rushed towards you, scooping you into a tender hug. "What are you doing here? I thought you couldn't make it..."

"Well, you know how Roy is, stubborn, hard-headed," Ted had aged a little since you last saw him on English soil, but he still held that quintessential ted spirit to him; even though he looked a lot more tired then you ever remembered him being. "Will do anything for the people he loves. Even if that's calling someone everyday for 8 months straight and convincing them to clear their calendar."

Roy who called one of your favourite people daily until he convinced them to make time to come to your wedding despite the fact they'd have to fly halfway across the world to attend.

"Well, I'm glad you're here Ted." He pressed a kiss to your temple, unwrapping himself from you and flattening out the front of his suit.

"I'll see you in there." Ted walked to the doors Colin had entered through moments ago, stopping and turning back to you at the last second. "You look beautiful by the way, you're practically glowing." With a knowing wink, Ted slipped through the doors, finding the way to his seat to wait for the ceremony to begin.

"Well, I think we're really ready now." You mused, linking your arm though Beard's. When you turned to flash a smile at him, you saw eyes filled with fondness, tears threatening to cloud his vision if he thought about the scene before him for too long. "Aren't we Willis?"

"Lets go, sweetheart." The pet name struck you to your core, your hand squeezing his bicep in reassurance. There was no one else you'd want to walk you down the aisle. "You're getting married!"

The ceremony ran perfectly. Willis walked you down the aisle and handed you off to Roy after whispering what you were certain was a threat in his ear. Tears brimmed Roy's waterline the whole ceremony, but they didn't spill over under you were pronounced husband and wife. No one commented on the tears that ran down Roy's cheeks, and you didn't think anyone was ever going to bring it up; a mutual understanding settling over the room that the Roy Kent that stood at the alter wasn't Roy Kent football sensation, but that he was Roy Kent, loving husband.

All those years ago Jamie had been completely and utterly right, all Roy needed was someone to show him it was okay to be soft. Thankfully, he had found that in you.

~*~

"Nell, go back to sleep baby, daddy's here."

Roy had his back turned to you as he rocked Penelope in his arms, murmuring some song that you couldn't quite make out under his breath to help her get back to sleep. In the 4 weeks since Penelope - or 'Nell' as Roy had lovingly started calling her - had been born, Roy had more then proved himself to be the amazing dad you knew he would be. Though he'd voiced his worries about not being a good dad several times throughout your pregnancy, each time you'd soothed away the worry; scratching your fingers against his scalp and reminding him of everything he'd ever done for Phoebe.

Phoebe had been the most excited to meet the baby, begging her mum to let her come over every single day after school so that she could spend time with her newborn cousin (even though that time was mostly spent with Phoebe in your lap with Nell in hers).

The Boys at Nelson Road came in for a close second when it came to being excited to meet the baby. Will, Colin and Isaac had made it their duty to show up to you and Roy's house every day after training when you were 7 months along in order to paint the babies nursery and build all the furniture that you'd bought.

They were even worse when you went into labour.

Roy had called Beard to let him know the two of you wouldn't be able to make it to work that Tuesday, and Beard loaded up the coach for a group trip to Richmond's hospital. You had the whole of AFC Richmond crowded in the waiting room, arms filled with stuffed animals, balloons and flowers. Jamie had charmed up the nurse who you were charged to, convincing him to let all of the players into your room at once. While most of the team fawned over the baby, gave you their best wishes then made their way back to the coach, Colin, Isaac, and Will asked to hold her, tears filling their eyes as they took in the sight of the tiny baby.

"She's beautiful." Colin whispered, lightly running the tip of his finger up and down her button nose. "With your parents, you're going to be the coolest kid ever. And Uncle Colin is going to make sure of it."

"You know," Will whispered, stiff as a board as he held Penelope on his arms, scared to even breath less it hurt the baby. "I remember that day I saw you with Phoebe in Tesco, and I told you I didn't realise you were a mum." Roy shot you a confused glance, reminding you you'd never actually filled him in on your trip to the supermarket that day with Phoebe. "And now you are one. It almost doesn't feel real."

"I've never held a baby before." Isaac admitted, the most relaxed holding her despite his inexperience. "It's weird, innit. Like, this baby I'm holding right now started out nothing and now she's real and alive and in my arms…Spooky."

Jamie, however, you practically had to force to hold Nell; and even then he was scared shitless. When you managed to convince him to take a seat on your hospital bed, he seemed less tense about holding her, but the ever present crease in his brow told you otherwise. "She looks just like you."

"She's got Roy's nose, and I bet she'll have his eyebrows too."

Jamie's eyes never left the baby, even as the other boys slipped out of the room with one last goodbye and a promise to come and visit Nell again when you got sent home.

"Ask us what her full name is." Roy kicked Jamie's foot, finally snapping his attention away from the newborn.

"You what?”

Apparently, he hadn't been listening, the tender tone to Roy's voice leaving as soon as it had arrived. "I said ask us what her full name is, fuckhead."

Jamie didn't ask you, he wasn't sure he could get the words out without choking up, the suggestion of the question springing tears to his eyes.

"Her full name is Penelope Jamie Kent." You hadn't seen Jamie so upset since Roy dragged him into your office, sobs wracking his body, two years ago before the journey up north to play against Manchester City at the Etihad.

He pulled Nell closer to his chest, hugging her as best as you could hold a baby, then passed her to Beard, pulling Roy in for the tightest hug you'd ever seen the two share. When Jamie came to hug you, he pressed a kiss to your cheek, whispering in your ear; "You've made Grandad go all soft." And after a brief pause. "The rest of us too."

Beard didn't stay long after Jamie left, knowing the coach was only waiting on him to return to training. He muttered something under his breath, pressed a kiss to Nell's head and then handed her back to you, pressing a kiss to yours. "Jamie’s right. Spitting image of you. Though I do agree she has Roy's nose."

"I hope she gets his smile." You quietly confessed, not missing the way Roy's lips curled up into the wonderful  smile you loved so much. "We got something for you." Roy pulled out a gift bag from next to your 'we need to go to the hospital the baby is coming' bag and handed it to his fellow coach. Beard waisted no time opening the gift, a soft smile curling on his lips as he pulled out the mug, 'worlds best grandad' printed on the front and a Richmond crest printed on the back. "I love you...dad."

A tear silently ran down Beard' cheek but he didn't wipe it away, pulling you and the baby in for a group hug. After a tight squeeze, he opened up his arms, a silent invite for Roy to join. He did so without question, thanking Willis for everything.

Beard had used the mug at Nelson Road everyday since.

Nell had made a total of 3 visits so far to Nelson Road; every Thursday afternoon being the day you'd come to the dog track with her and disrupt afternoon training so that the boys could fawn over her as an end of the week treat. Tomorrow would be her 4th visit, and yet, Roy had been the one to wake up and tend to her when he'd have to be up in a few hours to coach Jamie and you could essentially sleep in until 12 and still be on time.

As he put Nell back inside her cot, you wrapped your arms around his waist and slid them up and under the front of his t-shirt. "You're such a good dad, Roy."

"Only cause you make me a good dad." He turned around in your hold, your hands now up the back of his shirt, his arms now over your shoulders/

"That doesn't even make sense." You countered, resting your chin against his chest so that you could look at him. Roy took the opportunity to press a slow and tender kiss to your lips.

"Fuck off, it totally does."

"Doesn't."

"Does."

"Doesn't."

"Does."

At a whine from Nell, the two of you fell silent, not wanting to wake her after Roy had just put her back to sleep.

"She know it makes sense." The two of your were looking down at Nell's tony from where she slept soundly in the crib.

"She's only agreeing cause it's you." You lowered your chin so that the side of your head rested against Roy's chest, giving you a better look at your beautiful baby girl. "She's a total daddy's girl already, you know."

"Gets that from her mother." Roy paused after he spoke, realising quickly that his words hadn't made much sense or come out in the way he intended. "I meant, she's a total me, girl. Like she loves me a lot because you love me a lot. Fuck."

"I knew what you meant, handsome."

Roy quirked his eyebrow at your response. "You did huh?" He swept you off your feet, literally, carrying you back to your bedroom with a slip in his step.

You hand slapped against his bicep, a gasp slipping from your lips as your pieced together Roy's words paired with his suggestive tone and that glint in his eye. "The doctor said no sex for 6 weeks, Roy."

"No penetrative sex for six weeks." Roy clarified, laying you down on the mused bedsheets and kissing his way down your form; starting with scrapes of teeth against the sensitive skin of your neck, all the way down to the thick skin of your thighs. "The guy said nothing about oral."

an : thanks for reading this far *mwah* I love you <33 I hope you enjoyed this!!! Please feel free to send in a request for Roy or Jamie I'd love to write it!!!

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Shut Up and Drive (Chapter 4)

Roy Kent x F1 Driver!Reader

4.4k words

Warnings: Language, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, no foreplay or lube (because it's fiction), mentions of being cheated on, pining and some angst, Keeley is determined to get Roy laid

@agentstarkid is always the best at letting me ramble and plan ❤️

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Wednesday morning, Roy stood on the pitch, watching the Greyhounds amble out of the tunnel for training. He snuck a glance at his phone; still no new messages. He thought back to that morning in your bed. Yeah, he’d put in his number on your phone correctly, he was sure of it. You’d had a good time that night. You definitely came- multiple times, in fact. And you looked almost disappointed when he had to leave to be a responsible baby-sitter for his idiot team.

So why the fuck hadn’t you texted him?

“Mornin’, Coach!” Jamie chirped, his stupid pink headband giving Roy a headache. “Alright?”

Before Roy could open his mouth for some expletive-laced response, the mobile in his hand buzzed. Unable to help himself, he quickly opened the incoming message.

There you were.

Gorgeous as ever in a dark pair of leggings and a Ferrari t-shirt, you leaned against your beautiful car, cocky grin and mischievous eyes threatening to give Roy a hardon. The attached message made things worse:

She’s purring 😼

“Whoa there, Grandad.”

Realizing that Jamie was still over his shoulder, Roy stuffed his phone into his pocket with a scowl. “Go get warmed up, Tartt.”

Jamie’s eyes were bright with amusement. “You made her purr?” he scoffed. “The fuck did you do to her, Roy? And please, draw me a diagram or some shit.”

Roy’s face was bright red; whether from annoyance, embarrassment, or arousal he wasn’t quite sure. “Her fucking car,” he muttered.

“You fucked her in her racecar?” Jamie looked like a child who’d been visited by Father Christmas. “You are a god, Roy Kent-”

Roy threw his head back with a loud groan. “She’s talking about her car,” he barked. “Purring means it sounds good or whatever.” He pointed towards the pitch. “Now fucking go on before I have you tie a string around your prick again and give the other end to the mascot.”

With Jamie still laughing but finally gone, Roy snuck another glance at his phone, that horny little voice in his head telling him not to care if he popped a boner in front of the whole team. To his surprise, there was already another text waiting for him.

The car, I mean. You’ll have to make something else purr yourself, Kent.

Fuck. He bit his lip and tucked his phone away, wondering how the hell he was going to focus on training, or anything really, after reading that text.

You were going to be the death of him.

~

Eying Roy carefully over her salad, Keeley opened her mouth. “So how was your night with the Empress?” Her deepened, teasing voice had Roy scowling.

“Fuck are you on about?” He narrowed his eyes at the blonde who was perched on his desk after insisting they have lunch together. “I walked her to the hotel, apologized for the way the guys were all over, and went the fuck to bed. It was well past my bedtime.” He took a particularly aggressive bite of his own salad.

“Well, that’s disappointing.” Keeley pouted. “I think someone like you’d be good for her.”

Roy sighed and slammed his salad onto his desk. This conversation clearly wasn’t ending anytime soon. “Fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

A moment passed in silence as Keeley pursed her lips and studied Roy’s sullen face. “Well… about a year ago she had this beautiful, vile boyfriend. A model. Built like a Greek god or something. They were very hot and heavy, very public, for about three years. Aaaaaand he cheated on her. Quite publicly.” Keeley’s expression was heavy with sympathy. “Ever since, she hasn’t been seen with the same guy for more than two weeks.”

Color flooded Roy’s face. “And why the fuck d’you think I’d be good for her or whatever?”

Keeley reached out and touched Roy’s cheek, smugly noting how unusually warm it felt. “You’re a good guy, Roy. A damn good boyfriend. Probably the best one I ever had.” She shrugged and withdrew her hand. “She could use some of that.”

Roy stared at his salad. No wonder you were keeping him at arm’s length, leaving things up in the air about seeing each other again. He was just another fun time you were using to help you get over some other prick.

He hated how badly he wanted to let you use him.

“Who the fuck did he cheat with anyway?” Roy spat, ignoring the knots in his stomach. “Liz Hurly in the 90s?” His mouth moved ahead of his brain. “Because I can’t think of anyone who’d be worth losing- I mean, she’s just so fucking badass and gorgeous-”

“That, that right there!” Keeley lit up, pointing at Roy’s red face with her fork. “That’s why I think you’d be so nice for her. Look at you, already gushing over her. It’s kind of cute.” She tilted her head, reminding Roy of the poodle his great-aunt Natalie used to keep. “And I think it’s mutual,” she added slowly. “The couple of times you two’ve been in the same room, it’s obvious. There’s an attraction there. And I mean, you’re both legends in your sport, you’re both fit, you’re both full of white-hot passion-”

Roy rolled his eyes. “You trying to set me up on a date, or are you trying to cast a commercial?”

Keeley grinned. “Alright but think about how hot the two of you would look in a magazine- The Empress and the Greyhound.”

Pretending he didn’t love the sound of that, Roy picked a piece of shredded carrot out of his salad and tossed it at Keeley’s open mouth. “Eat your fucking lunch.”

~

You probably weren’t supposed to be in this hallway. You had promised to meet Keeley and Rebecca in the owner’s box, fully intent on drinking your weight in champagne while cheering on the Greyhounds. But you found yourself wandering down an empty hallway, wondering which way it was to the changing rooms, despite your inner voice scolding you about how you were getting far too comfortable with finding Roy Kent in your bed and reminding you not to start any bad habits with that gorgeous man who you had texted far too often this week.

“Oi.”

Heart skipping a beat, you turned around. All thoughts of not hooking up with Roy Kent again were immediately silenced when you caught sight of those trackpants, already starting to look tight as he quirked an eyebrow at you. It was kind of stupid of you to think you’d be able see him without your thoughts turning dirty, because there you were, face to face with the man and practically drooling in more ways than one.

“Roy Kent,” you greeted, at least appearing cool with your little smirk.

Roy’s eyes scanned your body slowly, unabashedly, taking in your tight red pants and low-cut tank top, all the way up to your Ferrari cap. Almost as if he knew you’d picked out this outfit hoping he’d see it. “Thought you were supposed to give me a heads up next time.”

You shrugged as you closed the distance between the two of you, barely resisting the urge to totally press your body to his. “Wasn’t sure if I’d see you this trip,” you admitted.

“What, already tired of sharing your hotel whiskey with me?” Despite his teasing voice, his furrowed eyebrows exposed his disappointment.

That sweet disappointment had you tugging at his open jacket with a little pout. “No hotel whiskey this time,” you purred. “Only here for the afternoon. I’m flying out after the match.”

“What’s with the quick turnaround?”

You smiled, wishing you could reach up and ease the wrinkle between his brows, instead choosing to use your grip on his jacket to tug him a smidge closer. “I was just here to meet with Rebecca. Keeley heard someone was selling a few shares, and Becca’s hoping I’ll scoop them up. She’s wining and dining me during the match today.”

His confidence returned, a smirk forming on those lips you wanted to feel on every inch of your body. “What, you think if you become an owner, you can boss me around?”

Completely ignoring that gnawing feeling deep in your gut telling you to turn around, to walk away from this beautiful man and find a less secluded hallway, you giggled and let one hand wander to his bicep. “Roy Kent, I don’t need to be an owner to tell you what to do.”

“Oh really?” His eyes darkened as he took another look up and down your body, lingering on all of his favorite parts. “Prove it.”

You stood on tiptoe, bringing your lips to his ear, savoring his shiver as you whispered, “Fuck me.”

In no time his hand was scandalously low on your back as he steered you to a nearby door, practically shoving you inside. Once the door was closed and locked behind you, Roy set to work making sure the boot room was empty- no Will Kitman hiding in some corner, too scared to move from his post- locking every door and shutting every set of blinds he could find. Roy Kent was a rather selfish man when it came to you; he wanted the delicious sounds of your moans and whimpers all to himself.

Satisfied that the two of you had the most privacy possible in a stadium packed with athletes, fans, and the press, Roy pulled you to himself, roughly pressing his mouth to yours, wasting no time before sliding his tongue inside. Somewhere in the kiss, your cap fell to the floor. Sighing into his open mouth, you wrapped your arms around his neck, wondering how you ever thought you’d be able to come to Nelson Road and resist him when he on his home turf.

He walked you backwards until your back hit a counter and let his hands wander down to the button of your red jeans. “Don’t have much time,” he mumbled, lips roving to your jaw. “Gotta be quick, alright?”

Eyes fluttering shut, you nodded, desperate for anything he’d give you. “Quick,” you breathed, already feeling yourself turn to putty under his rough hands.

Roy made quick work of your jeans, tugging them down your ankles, along with the pretty panties you’d picked just for him. Eyes on your glistening sex, he wiggled down his trackpants, revealing how hard he already was. Gripping your hips, he helped you hop onto the counter, where you spread your legs for him. He pressed his forehead to yours as he slowly slid himself into your entrance, bringing himself to a stop at the first whine that slipped past your lips.

“I know,” he cooed, bringing down one hand to soothingly rub your clit as he resumed inching into you. “I know, baby. You’re doing so well, taking me so fucking well.”

Your breath caught in your throat, this time from his words more than the burning feeling of his cock stretching you. Baby. You hated when men called you that, men who hadn’t been around long enough to call you such a sweet, gentle name. It was an instant turn-off. Too loving, too intimate.

But when Roy Kent said it? It sounded like heaven.

The feeling of him filling you up brought your thoughts back to the moment. He froze, letting you have a moment to get used to the sensation- as if you could ever get used to being fucked by Roy Kent.  You wrapped your legs around his waist and brought your lips to his, letting your rough kiss give him permission to move again.

He started with slow, dragging strokes, watching your face with an intense gaze as you gripped his arms. You threw your head back against the wall, the pain giving way to familiar pleasure, especially with the way Roy expertly massaged your clit.

Feeling the needy way your cunt clenched around him, Roy picked up his pace, roughly thrusting into you. When a loud moan escaped your lips, he instinctively brought his free hand to your mouth, shaking his head.

“Gotta keep quiet, baby,” he growled. He could practically feel your pussy throb at the word. “Think you could do that for me?” When you nodded, he removed his hand and brought it to your clothed breast, squeezing it roughly through your top. “Good girl.”

Fuck. Was he trying to make you moan again?

Desperate for something to occupy your mouth, you latched your lips to his jaw, pressing slobbery kisses there as Roy drove into you, biting his lower lip to hold in his own moans. When his cock hit that perfect spot deep inside you, you whined against his skin and began sucking on the spot. Part of you scolded yourself; you were definitely going to leave a mark on his jaw. But the part of you that was drunk off of Roy’s cock hoped you left him with a reminder of this romp.

His garbled moan told you that he was close, so fucking close. Determined to be a gentleman, he quickened his strokes on your clit, bringing his free hand to your hip to attempt to hold you as still as possible so he could absolutely pound into you.

“Roy,” you whimpered against his jaw as that coil in your tummy wound tighter and tighter. You felt yourself start to spasm around his cock.

“That’s it, gorgeous,” he whispered, his thrusts becoming sloppy. “Come for me, baby. Fucking come for me. I need it. Need you.”

His words made you snap. You gripped his biceps as if your life depended on it, and your teeth sunk into that spot on his jaw you’d been sucking to muffle the moan you felt sure the entire building could hear. He fucked you through your orgasm, wishing more than anything that he had time to make you come over and over again instead of having to savor this one like the treasure it was.

Your body spasmed beautifully against his until you looked up at him through your eyelashes, eyes glossy, completely fucked out. The sight only had him pounding harder, determined to give you something to remember him by before the two of you parted ways.

“Fuck,” he hissed, releasing your clit so he could grab your face and tilt it towards his. “Want me to fucking come for you?”

All you could do was nod and capture his lips with yours, your kiss sloppy and wet, tongues wrestling, teeth knocking carelessly. Your legs pulled him deeper, your fucked out mind desperate for him to fill you up.

Finally regaining some control of your still very horny mind, you brought your lips to his ear. “Roy,” you cooed, giving a little nibble to his lobe. “Come for me, baby.”

That fucking did it.

Roy’s whole body jerked as his cock spasmed and emptied inside you, your name softly falling from his lips like it was the only word he knew. Your eyes rolled back at the overstimulation, grateful that you were sitting because your knees were beyond weak, even weaker than your resolve had been when you’d first laid eyes on Roy in the hallway.

It felt much too soon when the two of you collapsed in each other’s arms, panting quietly. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, intoxicated by the scent of sex and Roy; fuck you wished you were staying in Richmond tonight. But the part of you that knew you were starting to get needy for Roy Kent was grateful you were leaving as soon as the match ended. This was getting far too easy.

With a quiet groan, Roy pulled out of you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, almost as an apology for having to rush things. As much as he needed to be inside you, he regretted that it was so sloppy, so hasty. If there was anything he wanted to take his time with, it was you.

He offered you his hand and helped you off the counter, which you couldn’t bring yourself to look at, fearful that you’d left a puddle behind. The two of you quickly fixed yourselves, pulling up pants and fixing hair. Roy bent down and picked up your hat, handing it to you with an almost bashful look on his flushed face.

“That was…” He raised his eyebrows, question marks in his eyes.

You let out a breathy chuckle as you put your hat back on, grateful that it would hide some of the mess Roy had made of your hair. “Yeah.” You ran your hands down your body, smoothing out your clothes. Fuck, you felt ready to pass out. Or ready to ask Roy to fill you up again.

“C’mere.” Roy grabbed your hand and pulled you to himself, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You better stay overnight next time,” he murmured, his thumb stroking a small piece of your exposed skin. “Because I want to take my time with you, got it?” He kissed your lips deeply. “Fucking Empress deserves to be treated properly.”

If the fucking hadn’t weakened your knees, Roy’s words sure would have. All you could do was kiss him back, wishing you had more time and wishing that you weren’t wishing that. Roy Kent had a reputation. Models, actresses, an heiress or two. And now, thanks to you, he could add F1 Driver to his resumé. Back at Silverstone, you figured he’d be fun, another nice little distraction, good for the weekend and maybe another hookup in Richmond if you ever came to a match. You’d promised yourself you weren’t stupid enough to actually fall for the footballer whose Chelsea kit still hung in the back of your closet somewhere.

But you also weren’t expecting those brown eyes to have that look as he gazed down at you.

“I better go,” you murmured, equally desperate to stay and get as far away as possible. “Becca and Keeley’ll be sending a search party soon.”

“Right.” He pressed another kiss to your lips. “Enjoy the match, yeah?”

You offered him a ghost of a smile as you tiptoed out of the boot room, trying to look as if you were supposed to be there, not that you’d snuck in for a quick fuck with the manager.

As you strode down the hall, walking quickly to get to the owners’ box before the girls could begin to wonder where you were, it dawned on you. This being a quick trip, you had no change of clothes. Meaning you were now stuck with a soaking pair of panties that would slowly fill with everything Roy had just given you. As annoyed as part of you was, knowing it was going to be an uncomfortable as hell football match and flight, some dirty little part of you couldn’t help but feel turned on at the thought.

Fuck. You liked shagging Roy Kent a lot more than you should.

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[sighonaraa]

I love dialogue prompts, they're so fun! How about: “Don’t feel like it today.”

ignore me taking approximately 5 million business years to get to all the dialogue prompts i've got languishing in my inbox............ ANYWAYS.

They're halfway through the season, and the ground's gone hard with frost most days. There's a nip to the air that bites, Roy's got a pair of Phoebe's lumpy, misshapen mittens in his pocket, and he's about to tear Tartt a new one if the muppet doesn't open his door in the next two minutes. He pulls his fist back and drives it forward; the door swings open before they reach and he drops his arm. "Where the fuck," he begins, and has to immediately stop, because Jamie's got his forehead pressed to the doorframe and there's a grey pallor to his face that is not, in any capacity, fucking normal. "Sorry, Coach," Jamie says--slurs, really, mouth barely opening enough to permit the words to pass through. He uses his elbow to push himself up, like that's going to fix anything. Like that's going to make Roy forget the rest of it. "Couldn't hear'ya." Roy swallows the last dregs of frostbitten anger. "Jesus Christ," he says, which--is definitely the wrong thing to say, considering Jamie flinches against it, shoulders hiking to his ears. "M'sorry," he mumbles. His movements are slow, lethargic. His eyes blink with all the laziness of a cat in the sun, except he's not a fucking cat in the sun, he's a fucking idiot who's gone and worked himself too hard and gotten sick about it. "M'ready, though. To, uh. Run." He does a pantomime of a runner, swinging his arms back and forth, and almost keels over with the exertion of it. Roy darts forward to nudge his shoulder beneath Jamie's. "Careful, you muppet," he says, softening the sharp edges of his voice the way he does with Phoebe when she's got a fever. Actually... He passes the back of his hand across Jamie's brow. Hotter than a skillet. Christ. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me you're not feeling well?" "Huh? M'feelin'...m'feelin' fine, Coach," Jamie says, attempting to swing his head up. It's a horrible fucking attempt. "So fine. Look, m'runnin' right now." "No, you're not," says Roy. Jamie's nose crinkles. "M'not?" "No," says Roy. "C'mon, let's go inside." "Nuh-uh. Gotta...gotta go. Do the trainin'." "You--" Roy grits his teeth; contemplates his options. Snow's beginning to fall from the clouds overhead, and the world's been cast in shades of echo and memory. The lamplight reflects off the wet pavement. All the windows along the street are dark. "I don't feel like it today." "Huh?" "I don't feel like training today," Roy repeats. He lifts Jamie a bit higher, tucks the lad beneath his arm. Shuffles them both across the threshold into the foyer. "C'mon, Jamie. Let's get inside."

[jamiesfootball]

🌹🌹!!!!

What if my brain continued spinning the wheels about the mess I left in that other prompt fic, and instead of letting me work on anything else I had to write more Sam-hugs? What then?

And then what if I just. released them piecemeal.

Part one here

Other small scene here

What if there was now a chapter count-?

Sam had a smile that could light up the room on the best of days, but the way he beamed when he opened the door could brighten up the whole of Britain through a long winter. Jamie’s heart flopped uselessly in his chest, unable to muster up the same back. “‘Ey, twenty-four. Not too late for you, am I?” “Not at all,” Sam reassured, and then he was stepping forward to wrap Jamie in another hug. Two Obisanya hugs in a day. Not that Jamie minded. Most of the time it was Jamie cadging for scraps, but he supposed even Sam had moments where he needed help minding the gaps where the ugly stuff bled through. A nasty voice in the back of his head reminded him that he hadn’t earned it, hadn’t even scored any goals during their last match on account of the- But he didn’t want to think about that with Sam tucked up against his chest. That could wait 'til he got home. For now, all he had to do was help Sam. When Sam pulled away, having had his fill, he clapped Jamie’s on the shoulder. Jamie bit down the yelp on his tongue. “Although you should have called,” Sam admonished, wagging his finger with an air of disappointment that was transparently fake. “Seriously. I was worried. Any longer and I would have had to call Roy.”

Jamie snorted. “Ain’t you feeling cheeky? Nah, man, traffic was a nightmare,” he lied. “Brought this for us though?”

At the offered chardonnay, Sam cooed. It was his favorite brand too - something he described as buttery, which Jamie figured meant dry and cloying. He'd made himself late by having to swing by the shops, but he was working apology on top of apology here. Besides, it was worth it to have Sam waving him inside, quickly, we have just enough time to let it chill before dinner.

Jamie stepped inside, quickly. The whole house smelled amazing. Sam had something cooking on the stove, and the aroma of it set his mouth watering. All the lights were dimmed, but the space felt bright. He had pictures everywhere, and big paintings on the wall that were probably from all those local art shows he attended, and every piece of furniture had it's own blanket thrown over it like surviving the winter was going to be a team effort. This, despite Sam keeping the place a little warmer than most people liked it in London. Nice and toasty -- Jamie didn't think twice of sliding off his coat. He slung it on the hook by the door, right next to Sam's new bomber jacket.

Then he went to slide off his shoes and his knees buckled out from under him. A shocked noise escaped as he caught himself against the side table.

"Did you say something?" asked Sam, leaning out of the kitchen with a corkscrew wielded in one hand and the bottle in the other.

"Slipped," Jamie answered.

Sam disappeared back into the kitchen. Jamie shook his head at himself.

He wasn't dehydrated. Sure, his stomach was growling all of the sudden, but it wasn't like he'd skipped his smoothie that morning. Could barely exercise until he was cleared by the physios, could he, and the handful of injuries-

Well. None of them were on his knees, were they?

Fucking weird.

The weirdness didn't end there. Soon as he sat down at the table - Sam, feeling himself an extra cheeky lad that evening, pulled his chair out for him - it slapped Jamie in the face.

He was tired.

Scratch that, he was exhausted.

Surrounded by soothing kitchen music, the smell of baked bread ("We won't tell, Coach."), and half a glass of chilled wine ("We will tell, Coach."), every scrap of tension holding him upright had suddenly vanished. All he wanted to do was lie down under the table and take a nap.

His breath hitched.

Mortified, he glanced over his shoulder, certain that Sam had heard it. A wave of dizziness crashed into him as he realised he hoped Sam had heard it. Because Sam would have something nice to say about it, wouldn't he? Sam with his endless patience for Jamie's unending string of messes and his endless tolerance until Jamie had done whatever he had done. That Sam would take one look at Jamie -- and look at the mess he'd made; no way his face was hiding anything right now -- and his head would tilt and his face would soften into something that looked like pity and he would tell Jamie something nice because Jamie needed it. He needed it more than water and protein shakes and bread and cold wine and the painkillers that wore off hours ago except he couldn't have them in the house any more.

Sam had something nice to say about everything under the sun.

More than anything right now, Jamie could use a little sun.

Instead, Sam ladled a bowl of something that smelled- fuck, delicious, and said with low hint of regret in his voice, "I think we should discuss what happened at the match."

[catalogercas]

Gray Hair, Don't Care (Unless You're Jamie Tartt)

A03

"Suppose I can call you 'Granddad' now," Roy snorts as Jamie tugs at the offending slivers of gray peaking through whatever version of "essentially brown" or "essentially blonde" Jamie's hair currently is and glares at them in the mirror. Like glaring at them will make them fucking disappear or change color or something.

He looks so upset it's almost comical.

And Roy knows instantly that he's made a critical error in judgment. If there is anything that Jamie is extremely fucking sensitive about, it's his fucking hair.

Which is why he isn't exactly surprised to be physically shoved out of the bathroom with the door slammed in his face.

"I'm sorry, Jamie," he says to the closed door.

Jamie doesn't say anything, but Roy can hear him practically sobbing, which he hopes is more about the gray hair itself than what he said.

He slumps against the other side of the door and texts Keeley. "Jamie's freaking the fuck out about having a few gray hairs. How quickly can you get hair dye that he'll actually use?"

"But he'd look so sexy with gray! He could be a silver fox like Nate." Keeley replies.

"Yeah, I'll tell him he looks like Nate. That won't make him have more of a fucking conniption." Roy replies.

"Yeah, you're right. Heading to the shops. I'll be over in around an hour. Think you can handle your own boyfriend until then?" Keeley replies.

"Considering I fucking called him "Granddad," debatable." Roy replies.

"Oh! Oh no! You didn't! 🤣😭. RIP 🪦⚰️ " Keeley replies. "Good luck! 💕"

Roy sighs and runs his hand down his face before gently knocking on the bathroom door. "You okay in there?"

"Fine," Jamie says, his voice raspy enough that Roy knows he's still crying, and how Roy has ended up with the kind of boyfriend that would have a meltdown about fucking gray hair is a mystery for the fucking ages. Jamie fucking Tartt. Jesus.

"Are you going to come out or let me back in?" Roy asks.

"Eventually, yeah," Jamie murmurs. Before saying, " 'S 'not fair. You're fucking ancient and all your hair's still solid black."

"Want me to dye it gray?" Roy asks. "I fucking will. Chest and all."

That gets some snickering from Jamie at least.

"Jamie, I know you're fucking twenty-six. A few gray hairs isn't changing that. Hell, a whole head of gray hair isn't changing that. I'm still fucking fifteen years older than you and always will be."

"I know that," Jamie mumbles. "I just don't want me hair going gray is all."

"Yeah, I fucking know that. Keeley's getting hair dye for you. She'll be over in a while," Roy says.

"Really?" Jamie asks.

"Yeah. I knew you wouldn't use anything I fucking picked, but I figured you'd trust her judgment," Roy says.

"Sound. Yeah, I do," Jamie says.

He still doesn't come out of the bathroom for another twenty minutes, and Roy hopes he hasn't been in there crying about it the whole fucking time, but, knowing Jamie, he probably has.

Roy's been sitting on the bed waiting for him and immediately gets up to wrap him in a tight hug. "I love you, Jamie, gray hair and all. And, I love you even though you're having a fucking meltdown about your fucking hair."

"Yeah, yeah," Jamie says as he tucks his head against Roy's shoulder. "What's this about you dyeing your chest hair gray in solitary?"

"Solidarity," Roy says.

"Yeah, whatever. You're doing that," Jamie says.

Roy rolls his eyes. "Fuck. Fine. I'll text Keeley to get dye for me too."

"What? Really?" Jamie says. "I didn't think you were serious, mate."

"If it makes you feel better, I'll fucking do it," Roy says.

"I love you," Jamie says, pulling back to look Roy in the eye, his own eyes red rimmed and watery.

Roy moves his hands to cup Jamie's chin before rubbing his thumbs against the drying tear tracks before leaning in to kiss both his eyelids.

He can't believe how much Jamie looks like a kicked puppy over this, of all things, and, he also can't believe that he finds it fucking endearing.

He is absolutely fucking gone on Jamie fucking Tartt, and he's pretty sure this proves, more than anything else already has, that there's absolutely no turning back.

He's crossed the fucking Rubicon, hasn't he?

So when he's in his kitchen later watching Keeley pull a rainbow tie dyed cape around Jamie's neck, he's pulling up a site to look at engraved commitment rings.

[firstdegreefangirl]

Keeping Jamie Warm

Jamie wiggles his toes back and forth and tries to be subtle about the way he’s brushing his hands up and down his arms. He doesn’t want Roy to notice, so he keeps the movements slow in case it jostles Roy where their bodies are pressed together.

Across the room, there’s a marine life documentary playing on Roy’s TV. He’s dozing next to Jamie, legs propped up on the ottoman and one arm slung along the back of the sofa. It creates a space where Jamie is tucked against his side, head resting somewhere between Roy’s shoulder and his chest.

It’s nice, easy and domestic in a way Jamie’s never really had before. Even his previous relationships were always focused on doing things together, never just being together. But as much as he gives Roy a hard time about being a Granddad, he’s not actually all that opposed to quiet nights in front of the TV or playing checkers or baking cookies together.

Roy is trying to teach him the rules of chess, but apparently his pawns aren’t allowed to jump over Roy’s pieces, and there’s no way to turn any of the other characters into kings, so Jamie thinks it’s pretty boring.

Tonight, they’d thought about an action movie, or maybe some sitcoms, but when Roy scrolled past a program about the coral reefs, they ended up settling on the gentle, soothing content to wind down the day.

In these quiet moments, Jamie marvels at how well he and Roy are fitting together. It’s only been a few weeks, sure, but the transition from friends to something more and better has been almost seamless – even if they haven’t found the right label for it yet, or been able to tell their friends. His mum knows, and Roy’s sister and Phoebe, and that’s perfect for now. Somehow they’re able to spend every day together, from morning workouts – it's not training, not like it used to be, now that Roy is the head gaffer and has to worry about the optics of favoritism, but they both like to start the day with a run, and there’s no sense in not doing it together – to team training and then back to Roy’s house for the evening, unless they have something else planned.

It’s maybe the best thing Jamie’s ever had.

The only way it could be better would be if Roy kept the place a couple of degrees warmer.

Read the rest on ao3 here!

[eggcompany]

What a Nasty Little Mutt

Jamie's had wet dreams about Roy Kent since he started having wet dreams. He's had one at least once a week for at least a decade. But after a bus ride where he was forced to sit next to Roy he started having... different dreams. They felt so much more real. Like he knew what Roy felt like.

It all came to a head when he was being a bitch, there was something stuck in his tail, right at the base of his tail. And it was driving him insane. That was until Roy offered to help and rough grabbed at Jamie's tail... It wasn't his fault he got hard! He just never expected Roy to actually give him what he wanted. He never thought Roy would ever actually let him be a good boy. All Jamie ever wanted to be was Roy Kent's good little mutt.

(Dog Hybrids AU, Jamie's got characteristics like ears and a tail, Roy doesn't but is still dog-ish in behaviors.)

“They’re making me sit next to you. I’m not choosing it.” Jamie said as he climbed over Roy to sit by the window. Roy raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes as Jamie dragged his hood up over his messy hair and soft ears, blanket being wadded up behind his head. He had his thicker hoodie on, one that Roy often called disgusting because of the usual slobber coating the hood strings. Slobbering dog, never remembering his chewy toys. 

Roy huffed and leaned back, getting comfy in his seat for the four hour drive back to Nelson Road. 

Ted walked by,  pausing at Roy with a hand on his shoulder. His usual look of ‘ I know you hate it but it’s good for you’ obvious on his face. 

“There was an incident with him and a blanket. It was a self soothe, I’m sure, but we can’t have that on the bus. Keep an eye on him, make sure he keeps it in his pants.” Ted said quietly, squeezing Roy’s shoulder before walking back to sit with Beard. 

Roy just grunted. Of course Jamie jerked off on the bus, the horny bitch. 

-0-0-0-0-0-

The bus was quiet, dark, the heaters were on lowly. Ted and Beard talked quietly. Roy was only woken up by the tickling at his scruffy chin. He woke up, immediately turning his head away from the irritant, blinking blearily until he got his bearings. 

Jamie was leaning against him, face tucked away against Roy’s chest, ears flicking against Roy’s neck, arm thrown over Roy’s lap in a half cuddle. His mouth was open slightly, warm little breaths hitting Roy’s sternum through his thinner jacket, eye’s closed, completely dissolved into sleep. 

“Fuck’s sake” Roy grumbled and tried to go back to sleep, ignoring the burning warmth that was spilling onto his lap. He ended up with one hand lying awkwardly on the back of the chairs and the other hanging loosely into the aisle. That didn’t last very long given Roy’s back started to ache within the first minute. 

“If you’re awake, I’ll kill you here.” Roy grumbled and pulled Jamie by the hips to sit fully in his lap, side saddle style. The older man was surprised how much Jamie weighed. He was heavy. A heavy solid weight that felt like a weighted blanket as Jamie laid against his chest, calming and comforting. 

Jamie’s eyes only flickered as he melted into Roy’s lap, hiding his face back in Roy’s neck, cold nose finding a soft warm spot in the tender space around his jugular vein. He gave a small huff when his hands were pulled away from Roy’s warm belly to be held in the older man’s own hands, but he was fast asleep as soon as Roy started rubbing a thumb across the rough pads on Jamie’s palm. 

-0-0-0-0-0-

Roy woke up again when Jamie kicked him in the knee, god bless his good knee, and his arms twitched. He thought it was Jamie trying to get away, so he wrapped his arms around the younger man’s waist securely. However then Jamie was hiccuping, eyes wet against Roy’s skin, and his arms twitched up again. 

“Sh sh sh” Roy shushed gently as he got a hand under the hood of Jamie’s hoodie, hands finding warm soft bleached ears, rubbing over them back and forth. Jamie sniffled, turning more toward Roy, feet finding their way to his own empty seat so he could be chest to chest, hands smashed between their pecs, spread and cold. 

He was hiding, Roy thought sleepily as he petted through the softest fur at the bases of Jamie’s ears. He smiled at himself when he thought about how small Jamie’s ears were. Little and pointy, Roy thought as Jamie calmed down from his little fit. 

“Go back to sleep puppy, we’re still an hour away. Go back to sleep.” Roy said quietly, more breathing it than speaking it. He reached over for Jamie’s blanket, rich little thing it was. He threw it over them, pulling it up to Jamie’s chin. The younger man immediately caught some in his fists, gripping it tightly. 

“Dad, don’ hit me, I scored” Jamie mumbled and pressed closer to Roy before falling back to peaceful sleep. 

“You did good, puppy, calm down” Roy mumbled and tried to go back to sleep. But between rubbing Jamie’s ridiculously soft ears and occasionally slipping his hand down to rub up and down the younger man’s back, he didn’t get much sleep. Not when his mind was thinking far too much about how Jamie had played so well, celebrated with the lads, and had been the big man, but still had nightmares about his dad. And maybe that made Roy have a feeling in his chest but that was a thought he refused to have. 

-0-0-0-0-0-

When they neared Nelson Road, Roy slipped Jamie back into his seat, leaning him so his back was to Roy, Just how he’d fallen asleep. The screeching of the breaks woke Jamie. He yawned, pointed teeth showing, and rubbed at his eyes sleepily. He had a slight smile on his face, the look of a satisfied well rested boy, until he looked at Roy. And immediately frowned. 

-0-0-0-0-0-

Jamie couldn’t quite make out what was and what was a dream. He swears he could * feel * the warmth of someone’s hands on his back, his ears, the base of his tail. He swears he could hear someone talking to him in a honey sweet way. He could still smell the scent of something on his cheek. 

But in his dream it was all wild. One second it was a perfect dream, laying out on his floor, carpet warm and soft and plush, hot tea and those cheap strawberry filled chocolates he loves, naked as the day he was born, it was a perfect dream. But then he was on the pitch, getting pulled up and screamed at for tripping, he was in the boot room getting screamed at by his father, then everything was his father screaming his face drunk and his fist raised and and and then- 

Then it was Roy Kent. Roy Kent, Captain of the first mixed species football club in England, the nearly human hybrid as the papers said when he first started out, he was only 10% canine anyway. Then it was a Roy Kent dream like he’d had at least once a week for the past fourteen years. Strong hands, bristly face, hard hot cock and coarse hair rubbing against Jamie’s own waxed skin and begging hole. Perfect. 

But Roy didn’t really speak in his dreams, other than calling him a nasty bitch and a mutt in the latest editions. In this one Roy was rumbling against his forehead, soothing sounds, something that was words but Jamie didn’t hear them. 

It was still a Roy Kent dream but this one was… warmer. Less roughly rutting and being bred and more…. Being taken care of and…. Roy being a proper alpha dog. Nice, warm, something that Jamie craved and his filthiest moments. 

And it was driving him insane. Not knowing why for the last two weeks every time he’s working himself over and he’s one more pull away from cumming he hears Roy’s growling and whimpers out for Roy. And oh the dreams happened so much more often, and these new Roy Kents fucking talked . And Jamie just whimpered for Roy with each shivering orgasm and woke up hard. 

-0-0-0-

It all came to a head when there was an itch in Jamie’s tail. Of course while on the field players have to have their tails tied down. Bandaged to their leg or up against their back or around their waist. But at practice Ted let them have leeway. 

And Jamie was fucking itchy. Right at the base of his tail, right where his fur started against the smooth skin of his tailbone. He combed and combed and washed and picked and there was nothing except an itch. It made his leg twitchy and made his nerves short. He knew he was being a prick but he couldn’t do anything about it. He was irritated and everyone else fucking sucked anyway and-

“Tartt!” Roy yelled after Jamie tripped over the ball and immediately started yelling when he stood up. Jamie whipped his head around, ready to yell at Ted or anyone else for that matter, but just shut his mouth and looked down when he saw it was Roy. 

“The fucks wrong with you today?” Roy asked when Jamie jogged over to him. The player just looked down at the ground and screwed up the grass a bit. 

“I’m fuckin itchy. There’s something in my fucking skin and I can’t fuckin get it and I don’t know what to do I don’t wanna have to shave my fucking tail.” Jamie ranted quietly and yanked at his fluffy tail until it came loose from being wrapped around his waist. 

He couldn’t see what was bothering him so he couldn’t fix it. He’d have to go to the clinic or the salon and those have huge wait lists for private rooms and he’d have to get NDAs and it would take way longer than to just shave the patch but then his tail would be uneven and… he was frustrated. And uncomfortable.  

“Do you a med check?” Roy asked when he saw how tense Jamie was, how red his face was. 

“No, I just need something to make it stop.” Jamie said, the misery heavy in his voice. It was pitiful. A little itch was crumbling him. It made Roy concerned, of course it did, but he just didn’t know how to fix it.

“Do you have a tick? Or flea or something?” Roy asked awkwardly trying to figure out a way to fix Jamie. Jamie just held the end of his tail like a baby and shook his head, eyes cast down in embarrassment and for the fact he couldn’t look at Roy too long without getting a boner. 

“I can’t see it’s too far up.” He admitted and looked back to where he couldn’t see where it was itchiest. 

“Come on then, you’re being a raging bitch.” Roy said and turned to walk back into the locker room. Jamie was stuck for a second before looking back to see some of the other players and Ted looking at him and the rest giving him side eye. He hung his head and jogged to catch up to Roy. 

Roy was standing there beside Jamie’s locker and spot on the bench, arms crossed, eyes locking on Jamie like there wasn’t anything else to look at. 

“Alright show me where” Roy said easily and waited for Jamie.

 Jamie however felt a shock gluing his feet down, making him drag himself to be in front of Roy. He felt like his head was set on fire, he knew his face was red. How was it not supposed to be when Roy was basically asking to see his ass, or chest, or anywhere else that was that sensitive. 

“It’s on my tail.” Jamie said even as he caught the end of his tail again, holding it to cover his cock that was slowly starting to grow heavier in his pants. 

“Okay” Roy said drying and waited for Jamie to show where. 

“The base of my tail” Jamie said and fidgeted, hands finding themselves twisting at his own tail, long fur winding between his fingers.  

“Okay? Turn around.” Roy said, getting exasperated by the brat’s slowness. He was being a huge prick and now he wouldn’t even let Roy see the problem.  

Jamie turned around and kept his eyes down as his face burned red. His hands stayed on his tail, but soon jumped to grab his own locker when Roy’s hands yanked down his trackies and pants from his hips to sit at the swell of his ass. Exposing far more than necessary, but Jamie was not going to disagree. Not when Roy’s warm hand was holding that sensitive spot right on the underside of his tail. 

“Coach-” Jamie started but then Roy’s hands were buried in his fur, callused hand holding his tail straight and splaying across his tailbone, other hand twisting and pulling the hair. Jamie bit his bottom lip hard, trying his all to keep the moan that was bubbling up out of him down. He had to focus to keep his legs from buckling under him. His brain was melting like ice in the middle of august. 

“There’s a fucking thread tangled up. You’ve been a raging bitch all day because of this?” Roy asked as he gripped Jamie’s tail and pulled the white thread from where it was tangled in the trimmed and bleached fur. Jamie was breathing hard, trembling as Roy stood there thread in hand. 

It was just… and his dick was hard and his mind was all mushy and his ears were itching and he wanted to roll over and show Roy his belly. He wanted those hands back on him, he wanted everything that’s been on his mind for the past weeks, months, years. He needed it before he actually dropped dead right there in the locker room. 

“The fucks wrong with you now?” Roy asked as he watched Jamie’s shoulders heave up and down with labored breath. 

“Fuck” Jamie bit out and let his head hang between his arms. 

Roy just watched him. Confused as fuck. This was supposed to fix Jamie, not make him worse. 

Jamie finally breathed out heavily after a few moments of panting. His ears shook on his head for a moment, their short points catching Roy’s attention for a second as he briefly wished to rub them. 

Jamie stood up, back straightening up, legs trying to buckle but he kept himself up not facing Roy, his mind was trying to think but his stupid cock just wanted to be- 

“Fuck!” Jamie cried out and fell back against Roy’s chest as a warm broad hand grabbed his cock through his shorts and underwear. Roy grabbed him, hand rough as he grabbed and pulled away just to hold Jamie’s hips. The rough treatment to his sensitive cock pulling the last of Jamie’s thoughts from his head and promptly throwing them out. 

“You’ve been hard this whole time?” Roy asked dubiously. Jamie was panting against his shoulder, mind turned off at the rough touch of a proper pack alpha. The younger man struggled to take in Roy’s words, senses focused on the heat burning on the skin of his exposed hips, of the rough grip holding him in place. 

“When you-you said you’d help.” Jamie answered, brain putting all power just to give Roy what he wanted answers or otherwise. He’d probably been hard for the past forever when it came to anything Roy Kent, even getting yelled at and the hero in his mind hating him, it all still made him hard. 

Roy hummed, nose finding Jamie’s jaw, hands massaging where they stayed on his hips. Jamie was soft, nice to hold, sturdy, and damn if he hadn’t been having thoughts. The way Jamie’s tail was wiggling and wagging right over the crotch of Roy’s trackies wasn’t helping. He was just a man. He had needs and wants. 

“What do you want from me Jamie?” Roy asked, voice rumbling into the sensitive skin of Jamie’s temple. Roy nuzzled deeper into the side of Jamie’s head, soft hair and warm skin smelling of something floral and fragrant. His ears were warm, twitching atop his head, smelling abit like baby powder. 

“Dick” Jamie asked, smile coming to his lips as he turned to lick the furry jaw he could reach. He was melting away from his own head. Roy was offering. Jamie just told the truth and the way Roy squeezed his hips just fueled Jamie’s fire. 

Roy huffed and let go of his hips, stepping back to get away from his wagging tail, watching with a grin as Jamie stumbled and nearly fell backwards as he spun around to grab back on the older man’s body. 

Roy couldn’t do this to him! He couldn’t just leave after dangling a treat in front of his face like this! Jamie panicked, rushing to grab back onto the older man. 

“No, no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please Roy, please, I’ll be good, swear it, I’ll be good. Please just once, get it out my system” Jamie begged and pushed his body against Roy’s, shoving his cock against the inside of Roy’s thigh, hands grabbing and twisting into knots in the sides of Roy’s shirt. He said each word looking at Roy’s face. He liked Roy’s face, his beard was bushier than normal and his eyes had this weird look in them and Jamie just wanted Roy so bad and had wanted him for literal decades and now he’d touched him but was being a fucking prick about it.

“You want dick?” Roy asked, one eyebrow tilting up. Jamie just looked at him, bottom lip shaking, ears turning down, he just wanted Roy to give it to him and stop talking.

Roy just looked at him, pitiful little puppy eyes, and that was the last straw. Fuck the future, fuck consequences, and importantly fuck Jamie Tartt. 

“You want me to fuck you?” Roy asked, leaning down to nose at Jamie’s cheek, turning the younger man’s face up. Jamie nodded, eyes shut, waiting for Roy. Finally, his dreams were gonna come true. 

Only if Roy wasn’t such a fucking asshole. 

“Get out on the pitch, stop being a cunt, and I’ll take you home and fuck you through the fucking mattress.” Roy said and grabbed Jamie’s chin roughly. The younger man just gasped, eyes wide open, lips parted, panting tail hanging still behind him. He nodded, a breathy ‘ yes’ escaped him. Close enough. 

Jamie whined when Roy nuzzled against his cheek, tongue dragging across his freshly shaved face. The older man licked across his face, exactly the way that had Jamie’s legs turning to jelly. It was humiliating, it showed such power. It was a simple way to show Jamie who was in charge, who was alpha and who was owned . 

“Please Roy, I can’t go out there now. No one’s gonna come in, please.” Jamie begged as Roy kept one hand gripping his chin as the other messily pulled up his pants, letting them hang low enough Jamie’s tail hung out. The younger man didn’t dare reach down and try to stop him, he was gonna be good for Roy. God all he wanted was to be a good boy for Roy and get crammed full of dick. He apparently just had to work for it. 

Jamie just whined when Roy shook his head and stepped away, looking him up and down. 

“Go practice. If you’re bitchy again, I’ll take you home and put you over my fucking knee like the bratty pup you are. Need to get you a fucking kennel, time out like you’re four.” Roy ordered and walked back to the pitch to shoot a look at Ted and Beard before yelling at the rest of the team. He just tried not to think about Jamie, mind forcing in images of mud and dirty stadiums and anything else to keep his hardon at bay. 

Though it was hard when Jamie came walking back from the locker room with his tail messily wrapped around him to cover his crotch. It was hard when Jamie pushed himself to show his best, when he was doing exactly what Roy had told him to do. It was nearly impossible when the whistles blew and everyone started heading in to shower and head home, and Jamie ran right up to Roy, eye’s sparkling, and asked-

“Did I earn the good bits, Roy?” He looked so eager, so excited, ears raised up. Roy just rolled his eyes at the bouncy behavior over earning a rough fucking. He turned and watched everyone else leave the field, before turning back to the younger man who was nearly shaking out of his skin with anticipation and anxiety. 

“You did good. You earned the good bits, puppy. Go shower so you don’t stink up my fucking car.” Roy ordered and Jamie was nodding and actually skipping back to the locker room. 

Roy was waved over to Ted’s office when he reentered. He looked at the two Americans that sat in the chairs, shutting the door behind himself and crossing his arms defensively. 

“What did you do? Because I have never seen Jamie so excited to throw himself face first into the ground.” Ted asked and looked keenly into Roy’s eyes which shifted around uncomfortably. 

“One of my old Chelsea jerseys. I’m taking him home right now, leave me alone.” Roy said and promptly left before he saw the look Beard had on his face. He didn’t need to see that ‘ knowing’ look. 

He snapped his fingers and Jamie was hastily yanking his left sneaker on, hopping on one leg to make sure he stayed in step with the older man as they left. They both chose to ignore the catcalls and whispers that flooded from the rest of the team. 

As soon as they were both seat belted into Roy’s G Wagon, Jamie started leaning closer to Roy, nearly climbing over the console. 

“Please I can ride you here, I need it so bad Roy” Jamie begged and reached for Roy’s crotch but was swatted away. Roy held the steering wheel with one hand and held one of Jamie’s in his other. The older man kept his eyes on the road, trying to look uncaring and flippant but he was fucking struggling not to pull Jamie out and fuck there in the middle of goddamn road. 

“I’m not fucking you in my car. Can’t have a tabloids ranting about me fucking a mutt in public, can I?” Roy said, teasing but Jamie was whining, hand squeezing. He was so desperate and Roy knew it. Knew that the same neediness he’d been feeling the last few weeks, Jamie felt too. 

“But they’d know” Jamie whined, catching the end of his tail in his hand to pet at it, when Roy had to let go for a moment to turn, only a few more minutes away. 

“Know what, Jamie?” He asked as he stopped at a red light to look the younger man in the eyes. Those twinkly eyes. That stupid perfect jaw, stupid soft ears perfectly brushed and bleached, stupid perfect muscle sculpture that he’d help create, stupid soft lips that were begging to be kissed gently… or wrapped around a cock. 

“Know I’m yours, at least… for now.” Jamie said and turned away from Roy, hand going to pull at the front of his jeans. He would blame the fact all his blood was away from his brain for that comment. 

Roy couldn’t help the knot in his chest or the throb in his pants at that. It took the older man a minute to get his head cleared backup and maybe he drove a little faster but who was watching. Other than Jamie who was staring at Roy’s face longingly, like he might puppy-eye Roy into fucking him in the middle of the street. 

“Out, I want you stripped by the time I hit that bedroom.” Roy ordered and unlocked the front door from his phone as he parked the car. Jamie was jumping out of the car before Roy even had it in park. 

Roy took his time getting Jamie’s bag from where it had been slung in the backseat, gingerly walking to the house, making sure the door was locked behind him. It was all easy going slow until he heard the unmistakable thud of knees hitting the floor in his bedroom. He quickly got a few bottles of water and headed to his room with a bit more haste than before. 

“Ro~oy, please, I’m gonna actually explode. Just use spit, I can take it” Jamie said before Roy was even through the door. Roy stopped in his tracks in the doorway, hoping to come off as appraising and not overwhelmingly appreciative of Jamie’s kneeling body. 

The younger man was fucking stunning. Stripped down to his white socks, abs a pretty frame for his red cock that stood up proudly, thighs thick and begging to be bitten, ears perky and forward, tail flicking in a swaying rhythm against the floor, hands laying atop his legs submissively, and his posture was perfect . And Roy found the white socks still clinging to his feet cute, a little rebellion. But he couldn’t ask for anything more from Tartt. 

“What a good fucking boy, who knew you could actually listen.” Roy said slowly and walked around Jamie to set the water on the nightstand. He stayed behind Jamie, admiring his broad shoulders, rippling back muscles, and soft, peachy ass. His hand found its way to the pup's ears and hair, scuffing up the damp hair and petting over the soft ridges of his twitchy little ears. 

He only stopped when he noticed Jamie’s hands starting to dig into the tops of his thighs, nervously. 

“How do you expect me to fuck you like this? I’m still dressed, Jamie. Take my shoes off.” Roy ordered and sat on the edge of the bed, smiling to himself when Jamie scrambled against the floor to get his hands on Roy’s trainers. He yanked at the ties like his life depended on it, pulling roughly at them to get them off. Roy let Jamie rush until the younger was roughly pulling his sock off of his bad knee. 

“Hey, be careful with that. You earned a reward, it’s not going anywhere. Desperate bitch, you’re not getting soft anytime soon.” Roy said and Jamie looked up at him and then down at his own leaking red cock and back up at Roy who was standing, throwing his own jacket to the corner of the room. 

“I feel like my balls are going to actually explode if I don’t cum soon, I just want it so fucking bad Roy. Been needing it for like… me whole life. I can take it raw even, I’ll be fine.” Jamie begged, eyes getting wet as he shakily untied the ties inside Roy’s trackies. Roy felt… drunk but so fucking clear headed. It felt so good to have so much control over someone. Especially Jamie. 

“I want you laying in the middle of this bed.” Roy ordered after watching Jamie’s arms start to shake as he gently pulled Roy’s pants off, leaving him in briefs. Jamie nodded and quickly climbed onto the bed, body stretching out into the prettiest picture, it hurt Roy that he couldn’t take a photo right then. Thick muscles, skin begging to be fucking marked, perfect body, so young and fucking perfect. 

The younger man laid down on his stomach, knees drawing up so his ass was up in the air, fluffy tail flicking to try and be out of the way, when Roy yanked his shirt off and barked out another order. 

“On your back.” He said gruffly and Jamie rushed to do just that, keeping his hands away from himself, grabbed into Roy’s black duvet, holding onto it for dear life. Roy stood at the foot of the bed for a moment, cock hard in his underwear, just to enjoy the way Jamie was twitching and breathing heavily in the middle of his bed. His tail was trying to wag as it was pinned to the bed to the side. 

“You’re too fucking ramped up. You like being told what to do? Why don’t you ever listen anywhere else?” Roy asked and stared at Jamie’s eyes as the younger man nodded along with each of Roy’s words. 

“I’m sorry, I’ll listen now, swear it.” Jamie begged and Roy rolled his eyes, climbing onto the bed so he was between Jamie’s spread plush thighs, staring down at his waxed skin. It was nice, pale skin smooth and soft. Right down from his cock to his pink hole. 

“I’m not fucking you till you calm down.” Roy announced and Jamie’s eyes grew wide, not in need or surprise, but fear. His ears flicked down, scared. 

“I can last, even if I cum you can still fuck me I can have like three in a r- Oh fuck Roy, yes yes yes ” Jamie was starting to beg again but moaned out loudly when Roy wrapped a hand around his precum soaked cock, jerking him quickly. 

“Oh Roy please please please, fuck fuck fuck, thank you thank you fuck thank fuck” Jamie blabbered on as his hands nearly ripped through the fabric wadded up in his hands, his hips bucked up into Roy’s unforgiving hand. The older man just jerked him, clean hand holding onto Jamie’s upraised knee. Rough palms creating the best friction against Jamie’s burning hot skin, a sharp contrast that had the dog desperate for more. 

“You’re going to cum so I can fuck you. Fucking desperate bitch, I knew you were nothing more than a horny little puppy. I fucking knew you’d be needy, messy. Is that what you are Jamie? A messy little mutt?” Roy growled and watched Jamie’s face, not wanting to ruin it all. But Jamie just let out a moan, loud enough the neighbors probably would have heard if they were home, and spilled across Roy’s knuckles. 

Roy pulled his hand away, eyebrows raised at the pure quantity of cum spilling down his hand, down Jamie’s still hard cock, and puddling in the divets of Jamie’s belly. It was a lot of thick creamy cum. Enough to drip off his entire hand, spill across his belly and chest, and make little puddles on the bedding, tangling into the soft fur at the base of his tail. It was… Roy wasn’t sure how it all fit inside Jamie’s soft balls, as average as they were. 

“I’m sorry” Is all Jamie said as he came down, catching his breath. He couldn’t look at Roy as the older man grabbed the entire box of tissues to clean his hand off. Roy just gave him a comforting smile, small and real. 

“You’re a good dog, Jamie. You’re doing a good job. It’s a lot because you’re a messy boy.” Roy said and wiped some of the cum up to watch it spread between his fingers before rubbing it across Jamie’s twitching hole. Jamie let out a sigh at that, he loved when people fingered him, especially if it was Roy. Roy and his big warm rough hands, Jamie felt his cock twitch. 

“Is-is it okay? It’ll be like that for the next one too.” Jamie said, shame heavy in his voice. People usually hated it, told him he should have warned them he was gonna make a mess like that on purpose. That it was disgusting. That even a dog shouldn’t have that much spend. Jamie just looked to the side, trying not to look at Roy. 

Roy leaned over him, pressing a warm kiss to his lips. It was close-mouthed, warm, and Jamie relaxed back onto the bed, cock hard as ever once again as Roy led the next tongue filled kiss, hand cradling Jamie’s jaw, dirty hand rubbing soft circles over Jamie’s cum slick hole. 

“It would be better if you shut up and let me fuck you.” Roy said and Jamie’s hands shot up to grab at Roy’s shoulders, to keep him there, finally getting his fill of feeling Roy’s skin. The older man let Jamie lick into his mouth, suck on his tongue, run his tongue across Roy’s teeth, as he kicked away his briefs. The younger man never stopped moving his hands, grabbing and touching every inch of skin he could reach from Roy’s thick hair down to his supple ass, moaning the whole way. 

“Enough. Roll over, show me if you can be a good bitch or not.” Roy ordered, pulling Jamie’s hands away from his body, and sat back to watch Jamie roll back over, this time he kept himself up on his forearms as his knees spread, tail flicking to be out of the way to the side. His back dipped as his hips leaned forward, putting his cum covered hole on display. 

Roy grabbed a handful of the younger’s ass, astonished by how soft it was. Roy kept a hand on Jamie’s ass, squeezing and pulling at it as he rummaged through his bedside for the small tube of lube in there. As soon as he found the small black tube he squeezed some of the surely freezing cold gel directly onto Jamie’s hole, just to see the pup jump. 

“Fuck! I don’t need it, just fuck me, please” Jamie begged as he felt his mind melting again. He could feel Roy’s breath on his taint. It was driving him crazy. Roy just breathed out a laugh and gave one of those plush cheeks a bite, letting his teeth sink in just a bit as Jamie cried out, tremendous thights jumping as a shiver crawled it’s way through his body. 

“If you’re going to get riled back up I’m just going to jerk you off and send you home.” Roy threatened, lips dancing across the sensitive skin he’d just bitten. Jamie was shaking his head, shoving his face into the pillow below him. 

“I’ll be good, please just give me something, please Roy.” He begged and Roy finally took pity on the poor dog. 

Roy gave himself a quick tight stroke, his own cock hard and heavy between his thighs. He let his clean hand hold onto Jamie’s thick hip, both to keep the puppy still but to also help ground himself. He took one big breath, forcing himself to go slow as he let two of his fingers press against Jamie’s hole. Jamie let out a shivering breath as Roy slowly let his fingers drag back and forth, slowly working them deeper into the hot soft clutch of Jamie’s body. 

“Fa-Faster, please. Feels so good, Roy, feels so fucking good.” Jamie said in a low, begging way that had Roy’s fingers speeding up, spreading and stretching. The sound of it all, the squelching slide as Jamie opened up for him, it was making Roy feel rabid. He wanted to see how much Jamie could take, how much he would let Roy take from his body. 

But then Jamie was screaming out again, body rigid, hole clenching tightly around three of Roy’s fingers. He was shaking, hands clenching into fists beside his head. Roy immediately started to pull away, shushing Jamie as his fingers slid out. 

“Fuck, fuck, Roy, fuck, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” Jamie was barely speaking, out of breath and trembling. Roy pet his hair with his clean hand, thumb rubbing around the bases of his shivering ears, as his other one rubbed up and down Jamie’s side, he was covered in cum anyway some lube wasn’t going to matter. 

“It’s okay, you’re okay, what happened?” Roy asked as Jamie’s hands slowly unclenched and he blinked open his eyes. Jamie looked up at  him, eye’s spaced out, lips parted panting. He looked fucked out already, cheeks all rosey red, hair a wreck, it was fucking hot. Jamie just looked down at where his hips were still lifted up in the air. 

Roy looked and oh. Oh, he came again, ropes of that thick cum soaking the bed from where his chest was pressed into the bed down to where a drip connected his cherry cockhead to the bed. When the older man looked back at Jamie he just hid his face away from that face. 

“It’s fine Jamie, you said you can have three in a row, yeah? Give me that third one, Puppy.” Roy said and moved ot be back behind Jamie, he grabbed his hips, just holding them so his hole was a breath away from his stretched out drenched hole. 

“I’m sorry about your bed, I’m making it all gross. I’m sorry Roy.” Jamie apologized more as he wiggled his hips invitingly. The younger man took one trembling deep breath, stretching out in front of Roy, hands reaching for the headboard. Roy groaned at the sight, Jamie was fucking perfect. 

“I’m ready now” Jamie said and spread his knees even more. Slut. 

Roy wasn’t holding back as he pressed into Jamie. The younger was so warm, wet, and each inch Jamie let out a filthy moan. When Roy was finally full seated into Jamie it was like he was engulfed in flames. So fucking pretty, desperate, messy, fuckin’ gross little bitch begging for a fucking, fuckin-

“I’m your messy bitch, Roy, promise, please, use me” Jamie whimpered out in response to the words Roy didn’t realize he was growling it into Jamie’s shoulder. 

‘ Use me’ that was it. That was the last thread holding Roy back. 

He pulled back, shoving Jamie forward off his cock just to pull the younger man back and slam his cock back into that tight little hole. Roy was too caught up in it all, the feral itch finally being scratched in the back of his brain. The rough way he could slam into the strong body below him, the way Jamie kept crying out and moaning, the way the younger’s hands scrambled to grab onto the headboard to hold on as Roy manhandled him. Roy felt himself slipping into the best headspace, it was like a rush and a relief. He was so fucking close and Jamie was being so good, such a good boy, such a-

“Please Roy, please please please, cum inside, fill me up, please, nee-eed it, please” Jamie begged as tears coasted down his face, slobber leaking from the corner of his mouth, Roy grabbed his chin, holding him so his face was only half hiding in the pillow, he just stared into that face as Jamie’s eyes squeezed shut and moans rolled from his throat. 

“You want me to fill you up? You fucking slut, you messy little fucking mutt. Say it, say you’re a nasty mutt.” Roy ordered as he focused in on the molten feeling in his gut, he was so fucking close. Jamie’s pathetic perfect beautiful face, wet with tears and spit, it was so gorgeous as his body clenched and tried to pull Roy deeper in. 

Jamie sobbed, lips trying to form words around the ‘ ah ah ah’ that escaped him with each of Roy’s rough, hard thrusts. 

“I’m- ah- I’m a nas-” Jamie moaned, cutting himself off,  Roy’s hand coming down grab roughly at his ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Jamie tried again, Roy was fucking close, he was fucking close, he just had to be good and do what Roy told him. 

“I’m your nasty mutt Roy! I’m I’m your nasty messy bitch” Jamie finally bit out as Roy slammed into one last time, a groan being ripped straight from the older man’s soul. Roy leaned back and held onto Jamie’s hips, keeping himself buried in Jamie’s tense body. 

Jamie felt that lats thrum of his own orgasm, feeling completely boneless and used up. His thighs ached, his shoulders screamed from being yanked around from holding onto the headboard that hand left indents in his palms from being grabbed so hard, his ass throbbed in the best warm way. And his insides… he could feel Roy softening, he could feel the cum filling him, he wished he was at his own home so he could slip a plug in and keep himself full but… just having Roy’s spend in him for a little while was good enough. He felt good, perfect, like he was a pretty doll, all loved up and happy. 

“You grumbling because you don’t feel good or are you grumbling because you got what you wanted?” Roy asked as he pulled out and reached to the bedside to wipe his hand and cock off. Jamie was growling, low and even. He laid with his back on the headboard, knee thrumming achingly lightly already but that was muted out by the pure satisfaction he hadn’t had in… too long. Jamie looked at him from where he’d fallen to lay face down flat on his belly, tail making a slow lazily swish over this reddened thighs. 

“I feel good. I love you.” Jamie grumbled and luxuriated in the warm soft feeling blanketing over his whole body. His brain never felt so empty and light. 

Roy blew out a laugh and shook his head. Of course Jamie would be all gummy headed after. Fuck he felt gummy headed, he wanted to lick Jamie’s face. He was going to lick Jamie’s face. 

“Come up here, gotta get you off the soaked bits.” Roy said and noticed that there was really… not so much space that hadn’t been hit with cum, lube, or anything else. Jamie hummed and pushed himself up and crawled into Roy’s lap, cum and slobber already starting to dry on his skin. 

“I was going to lick some of this off of you but… you need a power wash, Jamie.” Roy said amused as he looked at the mess of Jamie’s body, his cock finally softening. Jamie just hid his wet face in Roy’s chest hair, ears tickling Roy’s chin, the younger’s other hand joining in the soon to be wet mat of hair. Roy just smiled, Jamie was so heavy. Solid weight. 

“Tub?” Jamie asked and Roy nodded, hands rubbing up and down his shivery back, occasionally dipping down to graze the base of his tail. Jamie was getting cold, and there was no way he was getting a blanket while coated in… everything. 

“Yeah puppy, bathtub. Then some fucking takeout, I’m starving.” Roy said and got Jamie onto his feet, granted he was laying against Roy’s chest, but he was standing. Jamie moaned out again, takeout . 

“Candy, pizza, and beer” Jamie listed off, already able to taste each of his favorite things. He loved candy after sex and pizza would be so fucking good all cheesey with all the good shit on top and beer… oh beer. Roy walked them to the en suite, nuzzling at Jamie’s cheek. 

“I’ve got beer, can order a pizza, get some candies for you. Whatever you want, puppy. Did such a good job.” Roy said sincerely as he got them into the shower, sliding the glass door shut behind them. Jamie smiled and hugged Roy around the middle, feeling absolutely stupid happy. 

“Gonna go again next time I earn it?” He asked and looked up at Roy with big eyes, ones that had Roy tilting his face up to press another kiss to his lips as he twisted the different knobs to turn the warm water on, thanking god he got that upgrade so the water started warm and not cold. 

“If you earn it again, I’ll get my mouth on you in the parking lot at Nelson Road.” Roy teased low and quiet, loving the way Jamie gasped as his face grew red again. 

Roy couldn’t wait to get more of it. Who knew he needed to fuck the brat out of Jamie Tartt… should have tried that in the first place. 

[ckerouac]

Jamie says in S1 that when he was growing up he had a poster of Roy on his wall. Makes sense, a lot of kids would have posters of football superstar Roy Kent on their walls. I bet seven-year-old Jamie Tartt would look at that poster every night and imagine he was playing with Roy, playing against Roy, Roy passing the ball so Jamie could score the winning goal, telling everyone he was good but Jamie was great.

And with an abusive prick of a dad in real life, it’s not hard to imagine seven-year-old Jamie believing that football superstar Roy Kent wouldn’t slap him around if he missed a pass, or yell at him in front of the team if he didn’t score the winning goal, or telling him he’s only worth anything if he’s the best. Roy Kent wouldn’t treat him like that. Roy Kent on his poster and in his imagination would care.

And Jamie grew up, and discovered he was himself a superstar and didn’t need validation because he really was the best. Not that that stopped his dad from treating him like shit no matter how many games he won. It wasn’t enough. He didn’t need anyone, and certainly didn’t need validation from Roy Kent, now at the end of his career and no where near as good as Jamie is now. Jamie Tartt doesn’t need validation from anyone.

But everyone has a breaking point, and in the locker room after that gutting loss Jamie finds his. His father’s respect was always conditional, and a bully like him can’t help but slap around his son to diminish Jamie in front of his team. Jamie’s only worth something if he’s winning. That horrible lesson seven year old Jamie internalized. And so, adult Jamie struck his father, standing up for the scared seven-year-old boy still inside him against this prick who caused him a lifetime of pain and disappointment.

And when his dad is removed, and he’s standing there emotionally naked in front of his team, raw to the idea that maybe his father was right, what does he find out?

He finds out seven-year-old Jamie Tartt was right all along - Roy Kent cares.

[artificialqueens]

Drag Con UK 2020 (Biadore) - Sarcastacnt

Greetings! I normally post over at that other place, but figured I would give this a shot since I do spend a lot of time lurking around these parts!

Leave me some love (or hate, either way) and let me know what you thought!

10:45am from Yanx

Conference room 7 at 1. Don’t be fucking late.

Adore frowned at her phone as she read the text from Bianca, it was the first she had heard from Yanx all day. No ‘hey Pussyfart!’,no ‘how’s it going?’. Nothing other then those instructions.

10:47am from Pussyfart Hi to you too bitch.

10:56am from Pussyfart I’ll be there.

~*~

The conference room door was shut when Adore arrived, it was ten to one so maybe the previous occupants weren’t finished yet. She tentatively raised her hand and knocked on the door.

A moment later the door opened and a hand reached out to grab Adore’s shirt before hauling her inside. Adore barley managed to get a startled cry out before she was shoved up against the now closed door, a warm, familiar body holding her in place.

“B! What the hell?!”

“You have no fucking idea how much I missed you.” Bianca moaned right in Adore’s ear as she began to kiss the younger queen’s neck. Her hands found Adore’s waist and pressed their hips together.

“You could have- oh fuckk…. You coulda come see me…” Adore wrapped her arms around Bianca’s shoulders and held her tight. She tilted her head back and moaned as Bianca continued her assault on Adore’s neck. “Or called me.”

Bianca huffed against her skin, “I’ve had zero time for anything. I forced them to give me a decent lunch break, otherwise I’d still be at my booth.” She said before making her way from Adore’s neck to her ear with small licks and brief kisses.

Adore’s eyes had fluttered shut while Bianca worked her sensitive neck but she managed to pry one eye open to speak. “You should be spending that time eating then. Ohhh… you never eat properly when you’re working.” Despite her words, Adore was holding Bianca tightly.

“You want me to go eat?” Bianca muttered in her ear, making Adore shiver. “Or would you like me to fuck your gorgeous ass?” She ran her hands down to said ass and grabbed it roughly.

“Yanxx…” Adore moaned.

Bianca chuckled to herself as she moved one hand to grope Adore’s rapidly hardening cock through her pants. She was already well on her way to a full erection and Bianca could feel how fast Adore’s heart was beating every time she kissed her neck. “Tell me to stop chola.” Bianca challenged as she moved to look at Adore’s face before swiftly undoing the button of her tight, distressed jeans and pushing them open. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

Adore shook her head violently, “I always want you. Please don’t stop, I missed you so much.”

It had been almost a month since they’d been together. With Bianca in London for Jamie and Adore touring South America, there just hadn’t been time for them to meet up. Even phone and FaceTime calls had been few and far between.

“Then stop complaining and relax.” Bianca said, pressing their foreheads together as she reached around Adore to lock the conference room.

“Always ordering me around.” Adore rolled her eyes with a smirk, knowing that her childish behaviour would irritate Bianca.

“Hmm.” Was all Bianca said as she claimed Adore’s lips in a bruising kiss. She ignored the mess they were making of their make up as she licked at Adore’s lips. Her giant purse contained make up wipes and both of their foundations and lipsticks anyway. “I thought about told you to stop complaining?”

Adore blinked a few times, the kiss had left her brain foggy. “Unhun, you did. I like complaining though, what are you gonna do about it?” she teased, Bianca was being more assertive then usual and that almost always translated to hot, aggressive sex.

Bianca arched one painted on eye brow, “That how you wanna play chola?” she pulled Adore away from the wooden door and smacked her ass, hard.

Adore yelped before groaning, “I don’t know grandpa, you said yourself that you’ve been busy. You sure you’re not too old and tired to keep up with me?”

“Bitch.” Bianca said as she smacked Adore again and pushed her pants to the ground. Adore kicked off her shoes and stepped out of the jeans. As soon as she saw the black thong Adore wore, Bianca twisted the waist band in her hand. “Unlike your smart ass, I can go all night.”

“Sure you can.” Adore giggled before jerking as Bianca spanked her now mostly bare ass.

“I’m gonna make sure you have to spend the rest of the day on your feet. Your ass will be too sore to sit comfortably for a week.” Bianca said as she pulled Adore towards a table and pushed her to lay face down.

Adore tried to push herself up on her elbows to look at Bianca but the older queen gripped her bright green wig and pushed her head down. Once Adore complied with the desired position, Bianca turned her attention back to her ass. She ran her hands over the soft skin, the red marks from her hand only fueling her arousal. “Fuck I missed this ass.”

“Is that all I am to you?” Adore tried to sound put out but she couldn’t stop a laugh from escaping.

“Right now you’re a pain in my ass.” Bianca laughed as she spanked Adore a few more times. Seeing Adore squirm under her hands was quickly undoing her control.

“Oh fuck me…” Adore breathed as Bianca ran a finger over her entrance, applying just a little pressure to make her moan.

“Don’t worry baby, I have every intention of fucking you.” Bianca said, “Don’t fucking move.”

Adore did as she was told while Bianca went to her purse and pulled out a bottle of lube. The click of the cap made Adore shiver, the sound brining on memories of many days and nights lost in each other.

Bianca lubed up her fingers before shoving her index finger all the way inside Adore. Adore jerked at the sudden intrusion, “Fuck!” she cried out, gripping the edges of the table tightly.

“Relax love.” Bianca said softly, using her free hand to stroke the redden flesh of her ass. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Adore smiled at the words, no matter how rough they got, Bianca always made sure she wasn’t really hurting her. It was one of the many reasons Adore had fallen so much in love with her.

“Good boy.” Bianca praised her as her body relaxed. Once Adore started moving her hips against Bianca’s hand, she pushed another finger inside. “You’re so tight, fuck I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”

Bianca fucked Adore with two and then three fingers, watching the singer fall to pieces. Adore started begging for more, begging for Bianca to fuck her properly.

“Not yet,” Bianca said as she pulled up the hem of her short dress and took off her tights and underwear. She hadn’t bothered to tuck, hoping that today would progress exactly as it had. “Open up.” Bianca said as she moved to stand closer to Adore’s head, maintaining the rough finger fucking as she did.

Adore turned her head to see Bianca’s impressive erection in front of her face. She licked her lips before opening her mouth, tongue sticking out.

Bianca grasped her erection and smacked it on Adore’s tongue a few times before pushing inside her eager mouth. “Fuck.”

Adore hummed around her mouthful, causing Bianca to thrust hard into her mouth. “Fuck I love the way you look sucking my cock.” Bianca said as she ran her thumb over Adore’s lower lip. “You’re such a cock slut.”

Moaning loudly, Adore willed her throat to relax as she took Bianca all the way in. No small feat and something Adore took great pride in. Her deep throating skills were second to none.

Watching Adore thrust against the table while taking Bianca’s cock was quite the view. Her loud moans were only serving to make Bianca fuck both her face and her ass faster.

When a particularly rough thrust from her hips made Adore gag loudly, Bianca slowly pulled out of her mouth, watching a trail of spit and precum stretch between her cock and Adore’s mouth. The sight made Bianca shiver and she removed her fingers, smacking Adore’s ass a few more times. “Ready?”

Adore grinned and nodded eagerly. “Fuck me Yanx, fuck me hard.”

Bianca chuckled and shook her head before grasping Adore’s hips and turning her body so that her legs were hanging off the edge. “You asked for it.” She said as she drizzled lube onto her erection and giving herself a few strokes before pushing all the way into Adore in one harsh move.

“Fuck!” Adore exclaimed, it only took a handful of thrusts slamming against her prostate before she was moaning against the table. “Oh fuck… fuck that’s so good.”

Bianca slapped her ass as she fucked Adore. “Was there ever any doubt? Fuck you feel so god damn good.”

The table groaned with every thrust of Bianca’s hips, protesting the rough treatment. Neither queen paid it any attention though, they were too lost in the feel of each other.

When Adore tried to reach down and touch her own dripping cock, Bianca grabbed both her hands and held them tightly behind her back. Interlocking their fingers, “Let’s see if I can make you cum with just my cock. Think you can do that for me?”

Adore moaned in response, “Can you last that long?” she managed.

“You’re really trying to piss me off aren’t you?” Bianca asked as she shifted Adore’s hands so she could hold both wrists with one hand. Once her right hand was free, Bianca brought it crashing down on Adore’s ass. With every slap, the reddened flesh jiggled and Adore cried out.

“Fuck! Fuck, Roy I’m close! Fuck don’t stop! Right there!” Adore exclaimed as she tried to rock her hips to meet Bianca’s thrusts.

“Cum for me baby boy. Cum on my cock right fucking now!”

Intentional or not, Adore came hard. Her internal muscles gripping and pulsing around Bianca’s cock, making her moan. “Fuck, Danny!” she cried out as she came, filling her lover.

They spent a few moments catching their breath before Bianca leaned forward to kiss the back of Adore’s neck before withdrawing from her body. Both groaned at the loss, “Don’t move love.” Bianca said, moving to grab a packet of wet wipes from her purse. She cleaned Adore up and helped her off the table before wrapping her in a tight hug.

“I love you.” Bianca said as she kissed Adore’s forehead.

Adore smiled, “Love you too. I really missed you though, you need to call me more.”

Bianca chuckled, “Says the person who disappears for days at a time. Phones work two ways love.”

“I know,” Adore sighed and buried her face in Bianca’s neck. “How much longer before you have to go back?”

Bianca glanced at the clock, “Hour and a half.” She said sadly, “When do you need to be back in L.A?”

Adore thought for a minute, “Wellll, my flight leaves tomorrow but I’m off until next Monday.”

“Can you change your flight? I can’t promise we’ll have a ton of time together…but I really don’t want to say goodbye yet.”

Adore traced her hand over Bianca’s cheek, the admission was out of character and the sad tone even more so. “Even if we only see each other at night it’ll be totally worth it.” Adore smiled and rubbed their noses together, “I’m not ready to say goodbye either. I’ll call the airline before I go back to my booth.”

They got dressed and fixed their destroyed make up. Adore grabbed a wet wipe and cleaned up the mess she had made on the floor while Bianca gave the room one last look. “Let’s go to the dressing rooms, maybe we can find some lunch.”

Adore nodded, “Oh! I think there’s pizza!”

Bianca laughed and slung her purse over one shoulder before taking Adore’s hand. “Fucking pizza.”

They left the room together, Bianca still holding Adore’s hand. When Adore questioned the public display, Bianca stopped walking and pulled Adore to her. “It’s time to stop hiding this.”

Adore’s eyes went wide. “Wait, what? Like for real? You’ve always said…”

“I know what I’ve said before but Danny, we’ve been together for more then four years at this point. The only ones who know about us are a handful of queens and our families.” She placed a hand on her cheek, “I’m ready to come out and piss off every other drag queen on the planet with the biadore hash tag that’ll blow up Twitter. I love you, I want everyone to know how happy you make me.”

Adore felt her eyes start to sting, “Oh Yanx… that’s so sweet. You feelin’ ok?”

“Shut up cunt. I’m trying to ask you something!”

Adore cocked her head to the side, “I already said we could make it Facebook official. What else could you wanna know?”

“I wanna know if you want to marry me chola.”

Adore’s jaw dropped and she simply stared at Bianca for a long few moments. “Really B?” she asked in a small voice.

Bianca took both Adore’s hands and nodded. “I love you, so much. You make me happy, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cry.” Adore said, trying to keep it together for the sake of her make up.

“Is that a yes?” Bianca was getting nervous.

Adore smiled so wide it threatened to split her face. Her green eyes, normally so bright seemed to positively sparkle. “Mmm, I’ll get back to you.” With that, Adore skipped off towards the dressing rooms, leaving a stunned Bianca in her wake.

“What… Hey! Get back here! That was a serious question you cunt!” Bianca called after the laughing figure before chasing after her.

Bianca caught up with Adore just as she reached the door to the enormous dressing room that all the queens were sharing. They burst through the doors laughing together, the queens already in the dressing room turned to face them with looks ranging from amusement to irritation.

“What have you two been up to?” came the eternally shady voice of Darienne Lake.

“Probably each other, behind a dumpster or something equally romantic.” Katya added.

“Only you think dumpsters are romantic you disgusting garbage person.” Trixie Mattel said fondly as she gave Katya a funny look, which sent the faux Russian into a fit of wheezey laughter.

“Thanks for your input, but I asked them.” Darienne rolled her eyes at the two blond queens. “So? Why are you so happy? There are thousands of people just outside those doors, that should make at least one of you miserable.”

“Oh fuck you-“

“Bianca just asked me a question.” Adore cut off Bianca’s reply to Darienne. She had a funny grin on her face and held her hands behind her back while she rocked back and forth on her heels.

Bianca whipped around to look at Adore, panic written all over her face. She had no idea what Adore was up to, or even what she was thinking.

“Which was..?” Katya prompted.

Trixie snorted, “It couldn’t have been that interesting. It’s Bianca! It’s not like she proposed or anything!”

“Proposed what?” asked Katya, looking very confused.

“Marriage! What else do people mean when they say someone’s proposed?”

Katya looked around and noticed that Bianca looked pale, even under her make up and Adore was grinning even wider then she had been a moment ago. “Oh mother, I do believe you may have been right after all.”

“I hate that voice!” Trixie laughed at Katya, “Wait, what did you say?” she turned to focus on Adore and Bianca. “No fucking way…”

Darienne clapped her hands together, “Are you serious?” she grabbed her phone, “Hold on! Lemme call Courtney!” she dialed and once the line connected said; “Miss Act! Our babies are finally getting married!”

Everyone in the room heard the loud scream come through the phone. Darienne closed the eye closest to the phone and passed it to Adore, “Tell her she owes me money for hearing aids!”

Before Adore could say anything, Bianca snatched the phone away. “Hey Pussyface. I did. I don’t know she hasn’t answered me yet and this whole thing suddenly became very public. Hold on.” She handed the phone back to Darienne.

“Are you going to answer her?” Trixie asked, her voice was hesitant.

Adore nodded, “Yep. But since she proposed out of nowhere I figured I would torment her a little bit first.” She turned back towards Bianca and took her hands, “I really couldn’t resist. Sorry Yanx.”

Bianca sighed, “It’s fine, I kind of wish I was dead right now but it’s fine.” She squeezed Adore’s hands, “So chola? What’s it going to be?”

Adore laughed, “You’re terrible at this!” she leaned forward, kissing Bianca sweetly. “Yes Roy, I will absolutely marry you.”

Bianca breathed a very visible sigh of relief and pulled Adore into a tight hug. “Fucking took you long enough.”

“Can we get excited now?” Darienne asked, “I’m pretty sure Courtney is going to die if we don’t start soon.”

Bianca rolled her eyes and Adore gave Darienne a thumbs up. “Go for it! We’re getting married bitches!”

A loud cheer came from most of the other queens as Bianca pulled Adore into a kiss, but not before whispering in her ear. “You’re gonna pay for this chola. Remember we’re sharing a bed for the next week. I can take my time.”

Adore shivered, “I can’t wait.” She said as Bianca kissed her, wrapping her arms tightly around Adore as she did so.

“You just wanted to piss me off so I’d take it out on your ass, didn’t you?” Bianca asked, “You could just tell me you’re into masochism.”

Adore grinned, “But you’re hot when you’re pissed off!” she laughed as she kissed Bianca again. ~*~

Later on that afternoon, Bianca walked by Adore’s booth and grinned as she saw the singer standing up, instead of reclining in the comfortable chair she had set up. Even when she had a down minute, Adore remained on her feet.

Bianca chuckled and made her way back to her own booth. She was very lucky to have Adore in her life and soon it was going to be official.

The End.

[sighonaraa]

30 and/or 32 from the Drabble prompt list with any character you like best for it

30: "Do you need a band-aid?"

Sam's not… certain how he feels about Jamie. Not entirely. Not even fractionally, really, because mostly when he tries to figure out how he feels about Jamie he ends up just feeling this sick, twisted knot in the pit of his stomach, and sort of like he wants to cry. So. He tries not to figure it out. Even now that Jamie's started being--

Well. Jamie's started being nice, or nicer, and it's confusing in the way that it's confusing when a teething puppy suddenly stops biting your hands when you try to feed it. You want to be angry at it for how badly it hurt, but you can't. You just can't.

Which means that Sam's doing the only thing he can do: Ignore it. He thanked Jamie for supporting him in the Dubai Air protest, and Jamie accepted the gratitude with an uncharacteristic, silent, almost shy jerk of his head, and since then they've been orbiting the locker room on opposite sides of each other, just waiting for the moment they finally have to collide.

Sam wasn't expecting that collision to happen like this.

**

His knee stings. Worse than stings. It burns, all the way through; the top layer of skin's been shaved off by the rough scrape of grass, and blood's spilling from the wound quicker than Sam thinks should be possible. It's not a bad injury. It's not bad at all. He'd had worse as a kid in the park, playing with his friends. Yet he can't stop the tears from welling in his eyes, nor the thick ache that rises at the back of his throat, and before he knows it he's sitting there in the middle of the practice pitch, silently sobbing over a skinned knee.

He hears a whistle blow, somewhat distantly.

"Hey, Sam," Ted says, a few moments later. Sam sniffles, head tucked to his chest. "Y'alright?"

"I'm fine, Coach," Sam mumbles. His voice is damp, sodden. "Just tripped."

"Yeah, made a little love to the ground with your knee, huh? Been there. You wanna head on inside, get some ice on that baby?"

Sam considers, cheeks hot with shame. He should decline the offer and stand up and continue playing. It's what Isaac would do, what Roy would've done, what Jamie--

Anyway. He should decline. But he still can't stop the tears, and a sob's building in his chest, one that he knows is going to tear out of him soon. And he'd prefer to be alone when that happens. "Thank you, Coach," he says, softly. "I'll do that."

So he heads inside. Makes it to the locker room before slumping onto the bench and burying his face in his hands, shoulders quaking with the strength of his cries, odd, half-strangled sounds escaping his mouth without permission. Much like his feelings about Jamie, he's not entirely certain what it is he's crying about now; only that it's been a long time coming.

"Oi. Twenty-Four."

Sam jerks against his palms; a gut instinct, born of months spent listening to that voice insult him in every possible way under the sun. It takes a moment to remind himself not to immediately snap back, that nothing horrible has been said yet.

"Jamie," he says, scrubbing his eyes before lifting his head and fixing his gaze on their resident recovering prince prick-- Isaac's words, not Sam's, but appropriately applicable in many scenarios. "What do you want?"

It's sharper than, perhaps, Jamie's initial statement warrants. Yet Jamie doesn't rise to the challenge it presents. Instead, he shuffles his feet and shakes them out, one by one. A nervous tic. Sam's noticed it, even though he's done his best not to.

"Coach says you got hurt," says Jamie, strangely hesitant. He twists his mouth to the side. His hands find a home inside the sleeves of his kit. "I, uh. Thought I'd come see, like. Make sure you're… okay, and all."

"…Oh," Sam says. He feels a bit dumbstruck; a bit like his brain's missed a step in this conversation and is now playing catch-up to fill in the gaps. "That's… that's kind of you, Jamie, but. I'm fine. I just--" To his horror, his nose starts to sting again.

Jamie doesn't mention the hitch in Sam's voice. He just rocks up onto the balls of his feet, then back onto the heels. Blurts, "I've got band-aids."

"What?"

"In me locker," Jamie clarifies, hooking a thumb over his shoulder. "I've got band-aids, 'cause, uh-- just 'cause. They've got kittens on 'em. You want one?"

"I don't--"

"I'll get you one," says Jamie, and does exactly that.

When he returns, Sam's crying again; softer than before, less purposeful and more releasing the last of the water from a soaked towel, wringing it out till it's a bit wrinkled but dry at last. Jamie offers the band-aid, and it has got little kittens on it, batting balls of yarn back and forth.

"They're very sweet," says Sam, thickly.

"Always wanted a cat," says Jamie. It's information he offers freely, if awkwardly, as if he hasn't had much practice in the art of talking about the truth of himself. "It's, uh. I can put it on, if you want. 'Cause your hands're shakin', and all."

Sam's hands are shaking. He hadn't noticed. He tucks them beneath his thighs and says, "I would appreciate that."

So Jamie unpeels the back of the band-aid, and presses it gently to the wound on Sam's knee. He makes no comment of the severity -- or lack thereof -- of the injury. He applies it with the same solemn care one might treat a broken arm, brow furrowed and fingers careful, delicate. And when it's finished, Sam makes the decision to scoot in, tuck his thigh against Jamie's and press close, so that the warmth of his body meets the warmth of Jamie's and becomes something new.

They stay there like that until practice ends.

[beybaldes]

and I long to be near you

summer sleepover masterlist

will kitman x gn!reader

summary : “you fell asleep in my arms. it was kind of adorable.” Requested by anon.

an : omg I finally wrote another prompt fic, more coming, one ted, a few Roy, and I think a Jamie in the drafts too? Then I’ll return to the inbox and work on some more. Love you guys!! Title is death with dignity by sufjan stevens <3

You hadn’t planned for things to end up like this. What was supposed to be a night out with the team after another win for Richmond, had somehow become you waking up in someone’s arms on the coach, half way back to London.

As you tried to blink away the sleep in your eyes, you took note of how you were sat. Someone’s hoodie had been put over your ‘going out’ clothes and you were facing Isaac and Colin, who sat together in the row across from you - meaning whoever you were sat with, or on, had had the decency to keep the sun out of your eyes and allow you to sleep. You snuggled into the soft material of the hoodie, tucking your nose under the collar and immediately recognising the smell.

Somehow, you’d ended up in Will’s arms, your side pressed into his chest, one of his arms around your waist and holding you in the seat by your thigh, the other holding your knee with his thumb running up and down. Thankfully, your face was largely hidden from view as it was tucked into the crook of Will’s neck, and what wasn’t, you’d hidden when you’d snuggled up into his jumper.

Though you’d managed to piece together where you’d ended up, you couldn’t for the life of you figure out what had led to it.

Colin griping your ankle and shaking it had given you the perfect opportunity to fake waking up, and avoiding dealing with an explanation of the fact you’d been awake a while and just enjoyed the feeling of being in Will’s arms.

“Look what you’ve done now, bruv.” Isaac knocked his shoulder against Colin’s, turning Colin’s attention away from you and Will as he started to bicker with his best friend.

“Good morning.” Will whispered, giving you the opportunity to slowly ‘wake up’ after Colin startling you awake. “You sleep good?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You answered honestly, keeping yourself tucked in Will’s arms but moving your head to look at him. “But confused about how exactly I ended up here though.”

“Oh. Oh! Sorry.” Will quickly tried to move you out of his arms and into the aisle seat, but in doing so nearly made you fall onto the floor of the bus. In response, you reached one arm up so it was over his shoulder, and squeezed yourself tighter against his chest, to stop yourself from falling. “I’m sorry, I was-“

“Don’t worry about it, Will.” A loud yawn spilt up your words and you snuggled into Will’s chest with your thinking. Will was half thankful you had, because at least it meant you couldn’t see the red, hot flush that covered his face and burned the tips of his ears, even if that meant he was the most nervous he’d ever been. “Just tell me what happened after that hot sauce shot Isaac gave me, I can’t remember anything after that .”

Will re-adjusted his grip on you, one of his thighs brushing dangerously close to the top of your thighs, sending shivers running through you. “Right, so.” Will’s fingers started to gently scratch up and down your thigh as he spoke. “We were at the club, and Colin had been saying for nearly an hour that we better get heading back, and you and Jan really didn’t want to.” Will pointed to a passed out Jan Mass taking up the whole row behind Isaac and Colin, a jacket thrown over his head to keep the sun out of his eyes as he slept. “And when me and Isaac backed Colin, you and Jan Mass grabbed each others hands and ran off into the crowd together.”

You gasped at his words, then sounding nothing like anything you’d do. That weird hot sauce shot must have sent you over the edge and into insanity, by the sounds of it. “It took us 2 hours to find you in the crowd, and when we did, you and Jan had worked your way through 16 more shots between the two of you.” Yep, definitely didn’t sound like you. “When we finally convinced the two of you to get in a taxi, we’d lost Richard, and we had to spend another 45 minutes looking for him.”

“The club wasn’t even that big, Will.”

A laugh rumbled through his chest and you could feel the vibration of it in your own. Both of his hands had moved further up your body; the one from your knee moving to replace the other at your thigh, and the one from your thigh moving to your hair. “I know, right! I’m convinced you and Jan were following us around for the first hour and a half we were looking for you just to make sure we wouldn’t find you.” He brushed some of your hair away from falling over your cheek, keeping his hand on the strand behind your ear. “Anyway, after we found Richard, we finally went to get into a taxi and come back to the hotel. But when we got the taxi, we realised there was 4 seats and six of us.”

As Will recounted the nights events, little glimpses of it started to seep into your mind. You could picture the streets of Nottingham moving quickly before your eyes, Isaac and Jan blocking your view and Colin curled up in front of Isaac’s feet, his head resting on his knee.

“Richard demanded the front seat and the rest of us had to squeeze into the back. We made it work, but you had to sit in my lap.” You and Will were the shortest of the group, so It made the most sense for the two of you to coup up in one seat together. Especially when Jan Mass was in the car too. “And by the time we finally made it back to the hotel, it was time to get on the coach. But when I tried to get out of the taxi, I realised you’d fallen asleep.”

You could feel the warmth rising to your cheeks at the image of the two of you in the taxi, much like the scene before you now. In both instances, Will hadn’t hesitated to put your comfort above his own and let you sleep, and sit, on him. If you didn’t already have a blossoming crush on Will, his genuine and consistent sweetness would’ve had you forming one, right here, right now.

“So you carried me onto the bus?” You guessed, your hand that had rested against his shoulder moving up to cup the nape of his neck, threading your fingers through his hair.

“I carried you onto the bus.” He confirmed, the nod of his head gentle enough that it wouldn’t disturb you. “You woke up for a minute when Colin yelled at me from the bus door about where he should put our luggage. And then you fell right back asleep in my arms. It was kind of adorable.”

“You’re kind of adorable.” You whispered against Will’s chest, missing the way his checks flushed once more at the words you didn’t think he’d manage to hear. “Colin loaded our bags?”

Will, sensing the worry in your voice, immediately went to reassure you, his fingers scratching gently against your scalp. “Yeah, but don’t worry. I made him FaceTime me while he did it to make sure he did it right.”

“Good.” You laughed, tucking your head deeper into the crook of Will’s neck, the feeling of your smile pressed into his skin setting off butterflies in his stomach. “I don’t fancy Amy clothes being scattered across the M1.”

[sighonaraa]

@jamiesfootball was fighting the credit bureau website (unsure what this means but they won!) and requested distraction via the words coffee, cat, warm, sleepy, blanket so! from a later chapter of the 17 year old jamie au gift fic, tentatively titled 'saw something they can't take away', i offer a wippet that contains 3 out of the 5 words! put half of it below the cut bc it was. a bit long sjkdfsj

The moon that night was full and bright, spilling silver blood across the vacuumed hotel carpet and the teenager sat huddled upon it, curled around his knees against the sofa. Blood. He shouldn’t have thought of that word. No one looks at a moon and decides it seems like blood, unless you’ve got a reason to. But Roy stood there in the kitchen, so close to Jamie and yet so far, and he saw that light and it was blood, viscous, metallic, violence dredged up from some ancient past. Behind him, the water on the stove began to boil. He turned reluctantly away from the sad, hollow scene in front of him to pour the water into a mug and then the hot cocoa mix into the water. It was dark chocolate caramel, warm and rich. He inhaled the steam of it deeply, allowed it to settle in the tangled wilds of his stomach, and carried it into the living room. Jamie didn’t stir at his presence. Or—he did, only not in the way Roy had hoped he would. Instead of unfurling from his close cocoon, he buried his head deeper into the peaks of his knees, knuckles pale to the bone where they clutched at the fabric of his pants. They were his tracksuit bottoms, Roy remembered with a pang. Soft and worn grey, grass stains on the thighs from when he’d slipped during a mad scramble to reach Roy’s rolling bike before it reached the canal. He’d fallen hard, hard enough that Roy’s breath had captured his heart for a suspended, petrified minute, until he’d heard the snorting sounds of Jamie’s giggles and almost gone lightheaded with relief. What he would give to return to that moment. What he would give to watch Jamie lift his head and smile at him, lopsided, a cockiness gone tender with that perpetually present uncertainty of whether what he was being offered was real, of whether it wouldn’t all be stolen from him in the very next second.

“Oi, Jamie,” Roy said, voice a rough burn. He cleared his throat and said, “Jamie, lad. I’ve made you hot chocolate.” A muffled sound escaped the trembling teenaged lump. At first, Roy hoped it was a noise of curiosity; then, upon listening closer, he realized it was too pitched for that, high and thready. A sob. The first of them. The one you do your best to stifle because you know the rest won’t be far behind. Shit. Roy set the mug on the coffee table, fast as he could without spilling, and then reached up onto the couch to drag down a blanket. It was thick and a deep green, made of the sort of fabric that gets darker when you run a hand across it. He shook it out and bundled it about Jamie’s shoulders, tucking the edges in so that they wrapped around his stomach. The lad didn’t so much as flinch. Roy tugged up the bit of blanket hanging at the top of Jamie’s spine so that it covered his bare neck, and as he did, his fingers brushed the fine hairs there, where Jamie had been allowing his hair to grow out longer than it’d ever been. He almost pulled back. But a deeper, more instinctual knowledge surpassed the initial reaction, and he allowed his fingers to spread until they cupped the base of Jamie’s skull. He could sense Jamie’s pulse against his skin, faint and faster than normal, a fragile baby bird learning for the first time how to fly alone. Except Jamie wasn’t alone. Roy was here. He was here, and he wasn’t leaving. Through his hand, he felt the reverberation of Jamie’s second sob, a louder, ragged wound that wept like it had been infected. He moved his palm up, towards the crown of Jamie’s head, and cradled it gently until Jamie finally shifted into the light pressure and nearly collapsed into Roy’s chest, blanket and all. He was so fucking small in Roy’s arms, bony angles and legs that still hadn’t grown into their coltish clumsiness, and Roy pressed the size advantage by engulfing Jamie in the breadth of a hug that wrenched the air from his own lungs with how much he meant it.

[artificialqueens]

Everybody’s Talking About Jamie (Biadore) - Lemonade

Summary: Danny and Ivy surprise Roy days before opening night. Roy confides in Danny about his anxieties.

AN: Thank you to the three anons who’s requests inspired this fic!! I’m really happy with how it turned out! Usually I prefer to write Roy and Danny a bit older and married when they have Ivy, but the request was cute so I figured why not! Just a warning this is a lot longer than my recent fics.

Ivy and Danny surprising Bianca at opening night of everyone’s talking about Jamie.

Fancy writing a fic about Adore comforting Bianca who has pre show nerves before Jamie (it’s usually the other way round & I think you write about their emotions so well)..with some smut as well

Lemonade please could you write some smut/some soft angst with Roy being upset and needing comfort

TWs for the smut included: Casual biting/scratching/hair pulling

Danny ❤️

I have a surprise for you

Danny ❤️

It should be at your door in 10 min :)

Roy glanced at his phone while going over lines. He cracked a smile seeing the messages were from Danny. It was a moment of relief from the stress and anxiety Roy had been feeling days before opening night.  

Husband 🌸💛💍💕

I wish you could be at my door in 10 minutes

Roy tossed his phone across the bed once he texted Danny back. He continued studying his lines. The biggest fear he had was blanking on that stage in front of all those people with all their expectations of him.

A knock on the door broke his concentration. As appreciative as Roy was of Danny’s support, he wished Danny would have waited until opening night to have flowers sent to him. Roy huffed in frustration before getting up. He grabbed his wallet to tip whoever had brought the flowers to his room.

When he opened the door nobody was there. Great, a prank was the last thing he needed. He cursed under his breath, ready to slam the door shut before a small voice spoke up, “Hi, Daddy!” The wallet slipped out of Roy’s fingers. He’d recognize that voice from miles away.

All the worry washed from Roy’s face, replaced by a beautiful, bright smile. “Hi, my sweet girl.” He scooped Ivy up in his arms, slinging her across his hip. “What are you doing in England, Ivy?” He joked with his daughter.

“I’m here to see you!” The child excitedly replied, beaming up at her dad. She grabbed his face with both of her hands. “Kiss!” Ivy demanded.

Roy gave her a peck on the lips. “You get more like your father everyday.”

“I like Dad,” Ivy said.

Roy chuckled at her, “I’m glad you like Dad. I like him too.” Roy glanced in the hallway for any sign of Danny. “Do you know where your dad is?”

He had hidden behind a stray service cart. “Surprise!” Danny yelled as he jumped up from behind it. The trick tickled Ivy, her small hands clapping frantically.

Roy put their daughter down so he could hug Danny. He buried his face in Danny’s neck, his hand instinctively going to Danny’s hair, combing through the long locks. Roy held on to Danny for as long as Danny allowed it. He felt like he was home, like he could breath for once. In the moment he was safe and calm; Ridden of any stress from the past month. Ivy decided to join in, hugging both of her dad’s legs. Roy reached down to rub her back.

It was more than obvious to Danny that Roy wasn’t okay. They always missed each other, but Danny could feel something different in their hug; See something different in Roy’s expression. When he pulled away, Danny sent Ivy into another room. “Why don’t you go check out how comfy Daddy’s bed is?” Danny enticed Ivy. She loved stealing her dads’ bed. There have been more than a few nights where Roy and Danny had to carry her back to her own because she had fallen asleep in theirs.

Danny stepped closer to Roy. “Hey—,”

He wasn’t able to speak as Roy crashed his lips against his. He slipped his tongue into Danny’s mouth, moaning when he got a taste of him. Roy backed Danny against the now closed door. He kissed him passionately, a hand resting under Danny’s shirt. Danny whimpered as Roy bit his lip. The younger couldn’t help but to raise his hips against Roy’s. “Missed you,” Danny huffed.

Roy sucked on Danny’s bottom lip before breaking the kiss. “I miss you too,” he kissed Danny’s lips again. “I missed you so much,” and again. Roy finally let Danny breath. “Sorry. I just needed to do that before Ivy came back.”

Danny smirked at him, “Don’t be sorry.” Danny wrapped his arms around Roy’s neck while Roy’s arms wrapped around Danny’s waist. “That was hot.” Now Danny was the one stealing kisses from Roy.

“Your hair’s getting long,” Roy said fondly as he ran his fingers through it. “You look so pretty.” The compliment made Danny glow. His hair always being a huge part of his identity.

As much as he hated breaking a sweet moment, Danny couldn��t ignore it. “You look stressed,” he pouted. “Baby, are—“

“The bed is really comfy, Dad!” Ivy yelled from the bedroom. Danny’s head dropped to Roy’s shoulder in a gesture of defeat. Roy chuckled. He was almost thankful for the interruption. Roy wouldn’t hide anything from Danny, but he hated the weakness he felt whenever it came to being vulnerable.  

Danny cupped Roy’s cheek. “I’m gonna go get Ivy ready for bed then we’re gonna talk, yeah?” Danny sought out Roy’s eyes.

“Yeah,” Roy answered. “I’ll just be here. Doing this,” he waved his ‘Everybody’s talking about Jamie’ script before plopping down on the couch with it.

Danny had their luggage sent up to Roy’s room a few minutes after they arrived. He got Ivy into her pajamas, tucking her into Roy’s bed. “She’s so tired,” Danny said as he joined Roy on the couch.

“It’s a hard flight,” Roy commented. His eyes never leaving his Jamie script.

Danny sighed. “When are you gonna realize that doesn’t work with me?” He took the script right out Roy’s hands, placing it on the coffee table. He slid Roy’s glasses off of his face. “Roy,” Danny reached out to take Roy’s hand into his own, “What’s going on?”

Roy coughed. Danny saw in his face that the wheels in his mind were turning. “Don’t lie to me.” It wasn’t that Roy would ever lie to Danny. Maybe he would downplay things for Danny’s sake; He never wanted to put the burden of worrying about him on Danny’s shoulders.

Roy decided to tell Danny everything. As much as his instinct was to protect, he knew there wasn’t much to a relationship if he wouldn’t be open and honest with his partner. “Where do you want me to start?” Roy sounded solemn, though Danny was sure he was trying to—and failed at making a joke of his own pain.

“Anywhere,” Danny answered simply, giving Roy’s hand a reassuring squeeze.

Roy’s lips curved into a weak smile for a second or two. He huffed, his thumb ran over the back of Danny’s hand to distract himself as he started. “This is all getting to be a lot,” Roy’s voice was quiet, meeker than Danny had ever heard it. “I don’t wanna be out here for months on end without my family. I don’t even recognize you guys when I see you anymore, that’s how long I’m away at a time. I’m scared to death of what that’s doing to Ivy, to you and I. I hate leaving you to take care of her by yourself. We decided to have her, I should be there every single day with you guys. I want to be there everyday. The fact that I still have a month of this play left, then months of tour after…,” Roy looked off into the distance; The expression on his face as if he saw a monster. He just shook his head, not having the energy to finish his statement.

Danny scooted closer to Roy. “Honey, that’s just for now. You’re only working like this because Kurt’s coming, it won’t be forever. Ivy understands what we do. She understands we need to work to be able to take of her and her brother.” Danny lifted Roy’s chin so he would look at him, “And I appreciate what you’re doing more than I can even tell you. Roy, you’re working yourself to death for our family. I promise you I’ll never let that get between us. It never has, and it never will. I’m okay with Ivy. You do the same thing whenever I’m touring. We’re a team. Sometimes one of us has to lean on the other a little more, that’s perfectly normal,” Danny caressed his cheek. “All you have to do is think about when Kurt gets here; How all this hard work now is making sure that we can stay at home with him and Ivy when he‘s born.”

Roy nodded his head, he sucked back a few tears. Danny could be so wise sometimes it left Roy speechless; This being one of those times. All Roy could say is, “You’re right. You’re right.” He took a breath. “It just gets so overwhelming.”

Danny kissed the back of Roy’s hand, “I know it does, Willow. I’m always here to get you through it.”

“There’s something else,” Roy spoke up. “This show is so much more grueling than I’m used to. I can’t remember steps, I can’t remember lines, I can’t remember lyrics. I see myself getting on that stage and bombing. What is everyone gonna say if I fuck up? Me? The person who has something to say about everyone. If I pull a Valentina I might as well bury my head in the sand and never come back up.”

Danny scoffed. Roy laced his eyebrows together at his reaction. “Now you’re just being dramatic. Roy, you can do this shit in your sleep. Hello, Hurricane Bianca? All of season six? You played Angel in Rent when you were a baby, you asshole! You’ll be fine. This is your nerves being little bitches. You just need to relax.” Danny smirked at him. He ran his hand up Roy’s thigh, his fingers tightening around Roy’s bulge. “Can I help you relax?”

Roy let out a shaky breath. Normally, he didn’t allow himself any rest or relaxation. He’d push Danny away. Tell him he needed to concentrate, but right now Danny’s company seemed like exactly what Roy needed. “You know what, yeah. That sounds perfect.”

Danny visibly perked up. “Really? You’re usually not into it.”

Roy shrugged his shoulders. “I miss you. I need you more than I need to read that stupid script right now.”

The desire in Roy’s voice made Danny’s eyes go dark. He guided Roy to lay back while he took his position between Roy’s legs. Each hand slid up Roy’s thighs. “Are you gonna let me take care of you?” Danny was like a siren. He opened his mouth and turned you to putty. ”Because I wanna give you everything,” he licked his lips, that familiar devious tint in his eyes.

Roy swallowed hard, nodding at Danny. Danny just smiled, more than giddy with himself. He climbed off the couch, Roy watched him in confusion. “Sit up,” Danny directed. His lover obeyed without question. Danny always loved how Roy would do whatever he said with no hesitation. He was fond of the trust between them.

Danny mounted Roy. He started grinding his crotch down against Roy’s, making the man groan. Roy’s hand rested on the small of Danny’s back, his fingers pressing into Danny’s flesh as Danny ground on top of him. “I miss you too,” Danny returned Roy’s words from before, leaning in to catch his lips in a series of soft kiss. Danny liked to build Roy up slowly before pushing him over the edge.

For a while they just kissed. Tongues eventually found their way into mouths. Hands were groping and pulling at hair. They had become hard from their grinding. Danny nibbled at Roy’s bottom lip, sucking and tugging at it. His eyes flicked up at Roy when he let his lip go from between his teeth. The redness left behind made Danny’s heart skip a beat.

Danny moved closer to attach his lips to Roy’s jawline. He kissed a path up the sharp bone, pressing a sloppy kiss behind Roy’s ear that made Roy shiver. “Undress me,” Danny whispered in his ear. The words shot straight to Roy’s cock. He shifted at how tight his pants were becoming.

Roy lifted Danny’s shirt over his head to reveal a chain bra. Roy vividly remembered telling Danny how hot he thought it was when he first saw Danny wear it for a photoshoot. He always promised Roy he would wear it for him one day.

“So how’d you sneak this pass TSA?” Roy teased.

“I put it on in the bathroom after I got Ivy to bed, duh,” Danny threw it right back at him. Roy smiled, shaking his head at his fiancé. He continued to undress him, his fingers just getting Danny’s jeans unbuttoned before Danny turned around in his lap. He laid back against him, his head thrown back against Roy’s shoulder. Danny took Roy’s hands, guiding them to his abdomen. He let them rest there for a moment, allowing Roy to feel how just his touch had Danny’s muscles jumping.

He slowly guided them up his stomach, triggering a stream of quiet moans being let out right into Roy’s ear. His eyes nearly rolled back at the sound. Danny brought Roy’s hands up to his chest. There was a stark contrast between the cold chain and Danny’s supple nipples. Danny moved Roy’s hands in a circular motion, getting him to massage his breasts. Danny choked at the intimacy of it.

His eyes were closed. A look of bliss on Danny’s face convinced Roy to continue the ministrations on his own. He continued to grope at one of Danny’s pecks while the other hand gently brushed his nipple. The younger whimpered, his body pushing into Roy’s. “You‘re the most amazing thing in the world,” Roy praised his lover.

Danny had gotten carried away; Allowed too much of the attention to be on himself. It was so easy with Roy. Roy was an effortless lover when it came to Danny. He knew every weakness and every button that made Danny go wild—But this was about Roy. Danny knew he’d have to watch Roy, who was generous to fault in bed.

Danny removed Roy’s hands from his body. He slid down to the floor, arching his back so his perfectly round ass was in Roy’s face. Danny was no rookie himself. He had Roy unbutton his pants so they would fall around his hips when he did this, revealing a lace thong he was wearing under them.

Roy watched in awe. His mouth dry and hanging wide open. Danny managed to gracefully roll onto his knees. He ran his hands up his torso then through his hair. As Danny stood his pants fell to a pool around his ankles that he easily stepped out of before kicking to the side. His eyes locked with Roy’s as he started to sway his hips. Roy had to squeeze his legs shut at the pressure he felt building. He could already feel precum wetting his boxers.

There were two little bow ties on each side of Danny’s underwear. He started to play with one until it came undone, then the other side until the same thing happened. The underwear fell to the ground as well. Roy was so enthralled that he let out a hardy moan at the sight of Danny’s cock.

While Roy’s eyes didn’t know whether to focus on his fiancé’s gorgeous dick or his beautiful face, Danny didn’t stop looking directly into his eyes. He took his cock into his own hand, lightly jerking it as he approached Roy. It didn’t take much to get Danny to start leaking. He mounted Roy again, swiping the precum from his head then slipping his fingers into Roy’s mouth.

Roy happily sucked them dry, staring at Danny the entire time. Danny was so pleased with himself. Any distress Roy had been feeling had to be the furthest thing from his mind right now. “Are you ready, my love?” Danny asked with his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I am,” Roy said so eagerly it made Danny giggle.

Danny pressed his lips to Roy’s tenderly. When he broke away, he told him to lie down. They were back in the position they started in, except this time with a very naked Danny—Save for the bra he kept on for Roy’s enjoyment.

He didn’t waste much time getting Roy out of his pants and boxers. The man sighed at the relief of his boner no longer being constrained. Danny looked up at Roy for one more sign of consent, taking it in the form of a happy nod.

He ran his tongue up the underside of Roy’s cock. Roy letting out a satisfied groan. Danny took Roy into his hand, pressing sloppy, open mouthed kisses all the way up his shaft to the head. He made sure to watch Roy’s face as he teasingly licked his tip just once. Roy squirmed for more. Danny lazily licked at his slit once or twice at a time, enjoying all the whining he wasn’t used to hearing from Roy.

“You’re fucking hot,” Danny mumbled as his mouth gave attention Roy’s inner thighs. He sucked, bit, and kissed at them while his hand stroked Roy’s cock with a firm grip. Roy bucked into Danny’s fist. His senses going crazy at finally being touched again.

Danny took one last bite at Roy’s thigh before giving Roy what he was so desperately waiting for. Danny closed his mouth around Roy’s cockhead. He focused on lavishing it with attention. His tongue swirled all over him, hips lips sucked at the sensitive area. Roy had to stop his hips from slamming into Danny’s mouth. Danny slipped a hand between Roy’s legs to cup his balls, massaging and squeezing them just how Roy always loved.

Roy choked. His hands were now in Danny’s hair, tangling in and tugging at the brunette tresses. “Please, Danny,” Roy whimpered. In that moment Danny knew Roy was gone. He almost never begged, no matter how relentlessly Danny teased him.

Thankfully for Roy, Danny was in the mood to please, not tease. He deepthroated Roy’s cock, allowing him to hit the back of his throat. A deep, loud moan escaped from the pit of Roy’s stomach as Danny started swallowing around him. “Fuck, Danny, Baby,” He sputtered as Danny sucked him off.

Danny kept Roy down his throat for as long as he could. He licked every inch of Roy’s thick cock that his tongue could reach. He moaned around him, sending vibrations through Roy’s body and goosebumps flaring on his skin.

A string of spit followed when Danny had to release Roy for air. He gagged for a moment, still jerking Roy off as he did so. Roy’s hands were affectionately running through Danny’s hair. “You okay?”

Danny nodded his head, not sure he could rely on his voice to give an answer.

“Don’t push yourself too much,” Roy said. Danny nodded again. He had seemed to be taking a breather, lazily stroking Roy’s cock while he caught his breath.

“There’s water on the coffee table. It’s probably a bit warm, but—“ Danny reached for the glass as soon as Roy said water. He chugged half of it, passing the rest of it to Roy who downed it just as quickly.

It was as if they didn’t miss a beat once their break was done with. Danny had taken Roy’s dick back into his mouth, this time bobbing his head up and down Roy’s length. Roy moaned louder with every pass of Danny’s warm mouth. His breathing growing heavier as sweat starting dripping down his forehead.

Danny looked up pleased as he could be at the sight. He smirked around Roy before deciding to deepthroat him again. “Oh my God, Danny,” the words came through gritted teeth. Roy’s thighs began to quiver as Danny kept him in for as long as possible.

While Roy was still in his mouth, Danny dragged his nails lightly over Roy’s skin. Faint pink scratches painted his stomach and thighs. Roy’s body twisted into Danny’s touch, constantly begging him for more.

Danny began bobbing his head again. The unexpected change made Roy’s body jolt. While Danny used one hand to dig his nails into Roy’s thigh, the other slipped under his shirt to twist his nipple. The combination made Roy choke.

Roy could feel himself getting close. Danny must have tasted the precum on his tongue as he starting jerking Roy as he sucked him off. His nails left indentations in the delicate flesh of Roy’s inner thigh, only letting up so he could focus them on teasing Roy’s balls.

Roy was completely wanton for Danny. His legs were spread wide open. His body bending into and thrashing at every sensation Danny was making him feel. His head was throw back, mouth wide open while gorgeous sounds peppered with grunts of Danny’s name tumbled from his bite-swollen lips.

Danny slowly pulled Roy out of his mouth, his plump lips gliding up Roy’s length sent his lover to heaven. He didn’t allow Roy time to miss the feeling of his mouth as he started massaging Roy’s head. He used his thumb to rub circles over the sensitive area.

Danny leaked onto the couch cushions as he watched Roy approach his orgasm. The man was a beautiful mess of sweat and whimpers. He must have lost control of his body long ago as it seemed to be acting on it’s own accord. In addition to his thumb massaging the tip, Danny allowed his tongue the swipe at Roy’s slit. Roy’s back arched, his stomach muscles twitching.

Roy’s precum dripped down Danny’s hand. He had no question that Roy would be cumming soon. Just the thought made Danny’s neglected cock ache more than it already did. His free hand travelled between his legs, only stopping when he felt a sharp yank on his hair that made him moan.

Danny looked up to see Roy staring at him with such a hunger it made Danny whimper. Roy pulled on Danny’s hair harshly, forcing Danny to crawl over his body. Roy was only satisfied when their lips were brushing over each other’s. Roy kissed Danny sweetly, a total contrast to the hand still wrapped tightly in Danny’s hair.  

“You’re beautiful,” Roy said between kisses. “I need you, angel,” he pulled Danny’s head back by his hair. “Can I have you?”

Danny smirked, “I thought you’d never ask.” Danny had prepared just in case. He was thankful a flight of starvation wasn’t put to waste—Not that they ever had anything he could eat anyway. “I got lube in my suitcase,” he said, prompting Roy to let his hair go so he could get it. Danny’s legs wobbled when he first stood. He had to grab the arm of the couch for balance. Roy made a mental note not to try to get up anytime soon.

Thankfully Danny’s suitcases were still sat at the door. He didn’t have the will to carry his own luggage into the bedroom once he carried Ivy’s.

Danny pounced on Roy as soon as he found the lube at the bottom of his suitcase. Their lips smacked together, their bodies pressed against each other—Which reminded Danny—He pulled Roy’s shirt over his head. The tank top drenched in Roy’s sweat now joined Danny’s clothing on the floor. Danny let his hands run wild over Roy’s body. He missed touching him so much.

Roy leaned forward to suck on Danny’s nipples through the opening in his bra. His hands moved down to Danny’s ass, groping at his full cheeks. “Can I mark you?” Roy asked, detaching himself from Danny’s skin to seek out an answer.

“Yes,” Danny whined breathily. Roy’s mouth was back on him a second later, sucking hickeys into his chest. While Roy left a trail of love bites from Danny’s nipple to his neck, his fingers slipped between Danny’s asscheeks. The combination of Roy’s mouth suckling his neck while his fingers teased his hole made Danny’s eyes roll into the back of his skull. “Fuck me,” Danny drawled out as his head fell back. “God, Roy, fuck me.”

Asking twice wasn’t necessary. Roy had Danny on all fours before Danny even processed how he got into the position. Roy coated his fingers with lube, slipping two inside of Danny right off the bat. “Is that okay?” Roy asked as he scissored them inside of him.

“We can—“ Danny’s sentence broke off into a moan. “We can skip this. Roy, just take me.”

Roy was a bit hesitant. He rubbed Danny’s lower back soothingly. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Roy took Danny’s word for it. Danny knew his own limits better than anyone. “You tell me if you change your mind,” Roy said as he slicked his cock with lube. The feeling of his hand on himself made him hiss. He knew he wouldn’t be lasting long at all. He was already dangerously close when Danny was stroking his dick.

Roy pressed the head of his cock against Danny’s hole, pouring more lube directly onto Danny just to be safe. Roy gently pushed into Danny. The pressure of his lovers tight asshole surrounding him had Roy seeing stars. His fingers dig into Danny’s hips as he pushed further inside, his breathing growing heavy again.

Danny wasn’t as reserved as Roy. He let out a high pitched moan as soon as Roy was halfway in. Just like Roy, Danny knew he wouldn’t last long. He felt like he could’ve finished without so much as a touch as long as Roy was getting off.

Roy started thrusting leisurely. Danny whined and whimpered beneath him. Roy bit his lip to compose himself, his fingers digging harder into Danny’s pale skin.  

Roy picked up the pace once he felt confident that Danny was adjusted to his size. A loud slapping noise filled the room as Danny’s ass bounced against Roy’s V-line. Roy ran his hands over Danny’s back as he pounded away at him, low moans tumbling from his lips.

Danny did his best to keep up with Roy. He threw his ass back, meeting Roy half way as they fucked. On a random thrust Roy hit Danny’s prostate. His favorite sound had to be that high pitched whine Danny let out without fail every time. Roy focused his thrusts on that spot, hitting deeper inside of Danny every few passes. “Oh my god,” Danny’s voice was nothing but a barely audible whimper.

As Roy got closer his thrusts got wilder. His hands moved from Danny’s hips to his shoulders, using the leverage to thrust into Danny as deeply as possible. Danny bottomed out, his legs trembling uncontrollably. Roy let Danny’s shoulder’s go, resulting in Danny collapsing against the cushions. He didn’t have enough strength to hold himself up.

Roy lowered himself so that his chest was pressed against Danny’s back. The lovers moaned in unison as Roy fucked into him. Roy positioned his legs in a way that Danny would have to spread his a bit more, that change allowed Roy even better access to Danny—Who’s vision was starting to fade.

Roy peppered open mouth kisses to Danny’s cheek. Half of his face was pressed into the couch, his mouth wide open in a pant while his skin blushed pinker and pinker by the second. Roy sped up his thrusting, Danny’s moaning was nothing but a strangled noise at this point.

Roy teetered on the edge of his own release. His bit into his bottom lip to stave off his orgasm. “Danny,” Roy’s voice was destroyed and his tone desperate. “Can you kneel?”

Danny groaned in a way that let Roy know he couldn’t. Roy took a deep breath, mustering all the strength he had left in his body. Roy sat up, grabbing a fist full of Danny’s hair he pulled his lover up as well. Danny whimpered, “I’m gonna fall.”

“I got you, angel. Lean against me.” Danny did as he was told, leaning his entire body weight against Roy. Roy wrapped an arm around Danny’s stomach to keep him steady. Danny threw his arm around Roy’s neck for extra support.

Danny cried out when Roy started thrusting again, the surprise of Roy’s hand stroking his dick catching him off guard. Roy chased his own release, sure that Danny wouldn’t be too far behind him. “Can you cum with me, angel?”

“Mhm,” Danny whined, his arm tightening around Roy’s neck as he felt his orgasm approaching. Danny tried to hold himself off, but his body just couldn’t do it. “I’m gonna cum,” he squeaked out, covering Roy’s hand in streaks of it as he climaxed. Danny’s body stiffened against Roy’s, his thighs turning to jelly as they trembled. The pulsing of his asshole, and a few more thrusts were all Roy needed to reach his release as well.

Roy moaned Danny’s name as he shot his load inside of Danny’s hole. Danny was going limp in Roy’s arms as he started to come down. Roy’s legs shook with his orgasm; Both factors causing Roy to fall backwards with Danny onto the couch.

Thankfully they didn’t hurt themselves. “Do you need me to move?” Danny’s voice was something of a raspy whisper as he asked Roy, afraid he might be crushing him.

“It’s fine,” Roy replied, sounding ravaged and exhausted. Danny always felt a smugness when it was obvious in his lovers voice that he had just been fucked. Roy wrapped his arms around Danny’s body. “I don’t wanna move at all.”

“Me either,” Danny agreed.

They eventually maneuvered themselves to their sides so both could fit on the couch while they cuddled. “I’m glad you guys came to visit,” Roy said as he peppered kisses to Danny’s bare back.

“We missed you, babe. Ivy wanted to see you on your opening night.”

“I missed you guys, too. If you’re up for it we can take her to rehearsals. You both can watch if you want.”

Danny smiled at how shyly Roy asked. “Of course I’m up for it. I’m sure Ivy’ll wanna go too.”

Roy nuzzled Danny’s back. He reached over his fiancé to grab the throw blanket that decorated the couch, pulling it over them in case Ivy came looking for them in the morning.

“I can’t believe she stole our bed again,” Danny said.

“You know we can just get dressed and go sleep in there, right?”

“Too much moving,” Danny complained. He settled in Roy’s embrace, squishing as close to him as possible. “Night, Willow,” Danny yawned. “I love you.”

“Night,” Roy pressed a final kiss to Danny’s shoulder. “I love you.”