Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have I ever owned the rights to Ted Lasso or its characters. It all belongs to Apple TV, the writers, creators, and whoever else has the rights. I am not making any kind of profit off of this work, it is all just for fun and freedom of expression.
Warning: Strong Sexual Content.
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Popped It, Said Yes
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The dulcet tones of Sir David Attenborough describing the truly fascinating mating rituals of topical island birds filled the living room, the TV screen vividly displaying the animals in question in all their multicolored glory. However, despite the interesting facts and magnificent images on display, it was seemingly lost to the documentary's single viewer who lay stretched out on his plush sofa, his entire expression lackadaisical, listless.
Jamie Tartt let out what was probably his thousandth sigh as he shifted from his side to his back with his dark eyes gazing up at the high ceiling of his living room. Sir Attenborough's voice flitted around in the background while Richmond's Prince of Pricks simply laid there. It wasn't even that late at night, just turned 8:30. He had turned down a video game night at Isaac's and made a hasty retreat home right after training. He'd changed into his favorite pair of well worn black sweat pants and an over sized plain gray t-shirt, and had then gone about tidying up his already immaculate house.
He's ordered dinner from his favorite Thai place and eaten with as much gusto as he could muster, half empty take out containers still adorned his coffee table. He'd put on the documentary in an effort to keep his mind engaged on other things, but inevitably said treacherous mind turned to the elephant standing in the corner of his thoughts.
Well rather, the growly individual he was well acquainted with who had elephantine eyebrows.
As his thoughts turned to one Roy Kent, Jamie clenched his teeth hard and did his best to stomp down on the hot sensation that uncurled in the pit of his stomach, a sensation that suspiciously felt a lot like want or longing. With a low huff, Jamie turned his head and focused his eyes back on his TV to where one of Sir Attenborough's birds was doing his thing and doing a hell of a job imitating several different kinds of cameras. Even as he tried to focus on the documentary his traitorous mind struck yet again, conjuring up the memories that dogged his every waking moments. Memories of the seismic shift that had happened between him and his rival turned coach three months ago.
A stunning victory over Everton that had led to a celebratory pub crawl with the lads, all of them insisting that the coaches join them, especially Roy after he and Keeley had amicably called it quits just a few days shy of a month prior. Everyone noticing the droop that seemed nearly permanent to Roy's shoulders. Isaac, bless him, wanting to cheer Roy up. The brushy-browed curmudgeon actually agreeing to come along with them to karaoke. Roy taking a couple of shots and then joining Colin on stage as they belted out "Mr. Brightside" by The Killers and actually sounded halfway decent. More shots while Jamie had stuck to soda. Everyone else getting properly sloshed, including Roy.
Jamie graciously offering to take his thoroughly inebriated coach home in the wee hours of the morning when the partying was over, and maybe snapping a couple of clandestine photos of Roy giggling happily in the front passenger seat before he's secured their seatbelts and driven through the quiet Richmond streets to Roy's neighborhood. Helping Roy stumble up the steps to his townhouse and fishing the keys out of Roy's pocket to get them inside.
Jamie had sought to simply put his coach to bed and leave. Maybe snap a few more embarrassing pics while he was at it.
Instead Jamie had found himself tasting tequila as his mouth had been seized in a dizzying, soul-searing kiss. His every sense had been overwhelmed as Roy's arms had wrapped around him like the tightest vice. The world disappeared, there was only Roy.
Roy Kent.
The Roy Kent.
The legend, the leader, his teammate turned coach, turned reluctant friend.
Roy kissing him, tasting him, his hands starting to roam over him, taking full possession of him.
Roy pulling him across the foyer, stumbling up the stairs, and down the hallway into his spartan post-breakup bedroom where for someone who had been so drunk, he had dexterously divested him of his clothing and laid Jamie bare. Things had dissolved into an endless abyss of pleasure. Jamie feeling the way Roy's back muscles rippled beneath his palms. Even the scratch of Roy's beard against his skin had been maddening. Pleasure overwhelmed logic, instinct shattered inhibitions, lines were not only crossed but torn apart.
There had been only Roy and Jamie and the feel of each other in the most intimate of ways.
Jamie snapped back to the present with a small gasp, his heart racing as the memories of the first time he and Roy had slept together faded from the forefront of his mind. That echo of euphoric joy shattered as Jamie remembered what had transpired when he and Roy had woken up, tangled together that following morning. Roy had sported the monster of all hangovers while Jamie had ached dulling all over his body, when full awareness had returned to them they had been shocked beyond words. Roy hadn't been able to look him in the eye as he had choked out for Jamie to go and take the first shower. Jamie had taken the out Roy had provided him and all but fled into the bathroom. He had showered, nearly freezing himself really before he had slowly shuffled out of the bathroom back into Roy's bedroom dressed in the previous night's clothes. Roy himself had gotten up, quietly asked Jamie to stay put, showered in record tome, and then come out dressed in black sweats and a t-shirt. They had faced each other in the starkest of awkwardness.
Roy had been the one to finally break the silence, asking how Jamie wanted his eggs with his signature growl and still not being able to look Jamie in the eye.
" Scrambled." Jamie had said, feeling scrambled all over himself as he followed Roy downstairs and took a seat at the kitchen table while Roy had shuffled about pulling ingredients out of the fridge. Under the guise of checking his phone, Jamie had subtly watched Roy as the older man had gone about cooking, feeling warmth buzzing under his skin as he took in the inherent grace Roy always had. Roy had made him the scramble he had asked for, and an omelet for himself.
They had eaten in relative silence, though Jamie had extended his thanks and also his complements. The eggs had actually been some of the best Jamie had had in a really, really long while, the fact that someone had gone out of their way to actually cook them for him, seeming to add to the taste.
Once they had finished, Roy had opened his mouth to say something when Jamie had smoothly cut him off. He hadn't gone for the expected quip and insult.
As he laid on his sofa and Sir Attenborough continued his spiel, Jamie heard his own past words to Roy echoing through his head.
" This doesn't have to make things weird. You were proper sloshed and I am a grown ass man me'self, I coulda said no and put you to bed by me'self without no problem. You didn't do nothing wrong and I... I uh... i-it was good."
In his mind Jamie could still picture the way Roy had stood up a little straighter at that, something flashing in his dark eyes before he had schooled his features into one of his signature glowers and had nodded curtly and accepted the out Jamie had given him. Roy had walked Jamie to the front door and they had shared an awkward goodbye along with the silent agreement that this was a one off thing never to be discussed, ever. Since it had been the day after the match, the Richmond Greyhounds had been entitled to a well earned day off. Jamie had gone home and gone straight to his own bed, all the while trying to ignore just how good he had felt sharing carnal relations with Roy Fucking Kent.
With a huff Jamie wrenched himself up into a sitting position on his sofa, reaching up and scrubbing at his cheeks, knowing they were flushed as he remembers Roy's lips on his, his hands finding the most intimate parts of him, hell even his fucking caveman chest hair had felt astounding. With a snort, Jamie shook his head and reached for the TV remote, shutting off Sir Attenborough and plunging his house into silence.
The silent agreement between him and Roy had been never again... and yet just a week after that night, Roy had showed up at his place, stone cold sober with his intentions clear in his dark coffee eyes. What was never supposed to happen again, had happened... quite a lot that night. Jamie may have called Roy "Grandad" on many occasions in the time that they had known each other, but the man himself was no grandad when it came to what they got up to in bed together.
Then the morning after they'd just shared breakfast again, Jamie heating up some bagels and pulling out butter and some fresh fruits from the fridge. They had again parted ways without mentioning anything that had happened between them.
At training they were normal enough, Roy ranting and raving when things would inevitably go awry as he coached them, while Jamie did his best to focus on scoring and passing and just being the best team mate he could be after his hard earned way back to Richmond. They even bantered like normal with Roy making quips about him being the Prince of Pricks and Jamie not missing a beat with good-natured jabs at Roy's Oscar the Grouch looks and curmudgeonly style of coaching.
And then just a few nights later Jamie found himself standing at Roy's doorstep at the cusp of midnight with a fire in his gut that refused to be ignored. Roy had answered his door loudly with outrage at having been disturbed so late at night, only to fall silent and step aside with a knowing look when he saw that it was Jamie Tartt on the other side.
So it went, for just about three months now, the two of them sleeping together and never breaching the subject after, just sharing breakfast together before one of them leaves and then be as normal as ever in training. No one seemed to suspect a thing, not even Ted or Coach Beard, who happened to be some of the most perceptive men Jamie knew. There were so many times Jamie had wanted to reach out to Keeley and tell her what had happened with Roy, what was still happening, but she was so busy with her new PR firm, so focused on building it's success, and the last thing Jamie wanted to do was distract her with the world-shaking news that her two ex-boyfriends went ahead and hooked up with each other on top of the crazy lives they already lived.
Jamie felt like a right twat for that. Sure, Keeley and he were through and now so were she and Roy, they had been for weeks when he and Roy had taken such an unexpected turn. Didn't stop the feeling that he had betrayed her somehow. The kicker is, Keeley would probably understand, she'd forgive him in an instant because that was who she was.
Keeley, just wonderful, wondrous Keeley Jones.
Jamie pushed himself up to his feet and shook his head.
" Enuff of thing." He muttered to himself before he gathered up his many take-out containers and made a b-line for his kitchen to stow them all away in the fridge.
Jamie then headed upstairs with a plan forming in his mind. The Thursday night was young, he was a young, eligible bachelor, so he was going to go out and enjoy himself. He wasn't much for drinking anyway, so he could hit up karaoke or actually go see that new video gaming cafe that opened up across town. Either way he was not going to sit at home and be haunted by a man who didn't even have any sort of actual feelings for him.
Just now Jamie had been pining, and by all that is right in the universe he was going to put a stop to that nonsense.
Wanting more with Roy Fucking Kent. That big dumb hairy baby twat. It was preposterous, absolutely batshit insane and Jamie had had enough of it.
Jamie strode into his bedroom and made his way into his walk-in closet. He wracked his eyes over his collection of attire. He didn't feel like being too flashy, especially if he was just going to karaoke or gaming. He picked out a simple combination of black fitted jeans, a white quarter-sleeve Henley shirt, and a black bomber jacket with white faux fur on the collar. Jamie quickly donned his selections and finished off the look with some striking red converse sneakers and a simple, gleaming chain of braided silver with a little lightening bold locket hanging from it. He combed his dark hair back and checked himself over in the floor to ceiling mirror wall. Once he was satisfied that he looked put together enough for a night out and that he had his wallet and phone, Jamie turned and headed out of his bedroom. He left a couple of lights on in the second floor and then shuffled down the stairs.
He was actually looking forward to whatever possibilities the night held for him as he fished his car keys from the hook he kept by the front door. As he pocketed them, Jamie reached for his front door and pulled it open. He got about one step before he was stopping dead in his tracks, a jolt going through his entire being.
There standing on the other side with his hand raised in a fist to knock on said front door was Roy Kent, dressed in one of his signature all black ensembles.
From where he stood, Roy let his hand drop to his side while his eyes inevitably took in the sight of Jamie.
Jamie Tartt could always put a peacock to shame with some of the attire he often walked around in. Vibrant colors, often garish patterns, shiny bling, and perfectly coifed hair. Boisterous and eye-catching, and he fucking knew it.
Roy's honest opinion without any ego or misgivings was that it was when Jamie Tartt wasn't peacocking that he was actually his most breathtaking.
Like he was right now, standing across from him with a stunned look on his face, dressed in black and white without any gaudiness. The chain around his neck softly shimmering. Roy could've just gazed at Jamie for the rest of the night, but the impasse between them lifted as Jamie blinked and spoke.
" Roy? What's goin' on? What are you doin' 'ere?" He asked quietly, trying hard not to drink in the sight of the older man who had been tormenting his thoughts all night.
Roy blinked and really pondered the questions that had just been posed to him. For a long moment his tongue felt like a hunk of cold lead inside his mouth before he forced his voice to work.
" We need to talk." He said gruffly, not beating around the bush.
Jamie felt his heart freeze for a moment before his whole body seemed to deflate as he nodded and stepped aside for Roy to come in. Roy nodded and stepped over the threshold, his dark eyes never leaving Jamie as he watched the young man shut his front door.
" You're all dressed up nice and shit. Where were you goin'?" Roy asked with as much casualness as he could muster as he and Jamie shuffled side by side further into the latter's house.
Feeling his face warm a little at Roy's subtle complement, Jamie spoke.
" Was originally plannin' on jus' stayin' 'ome bu' I felt bored and stuff so I figured I'd jus' go out to the karaoke bar or tha' new video gamer's cafe tha' opened up." He explained with a light shrug.
" Caught you in the nick o' time then." Roy said with a nod and actual warmth in his dark eyes.
There was a beat of silence between them before Jamie spoke.
" You want anythin'? Beer or coffee?" He asked, deciding to be a proper host.
" Beer's fine." Roy said without missing a beat.
" Sure." Jamie said with a nod before he led Roy into the kitchen.
Jamie made his way over to fridge and pulled the door open, the florescent light illuminating him as he leaned down to go and grab a bottle from the half-full box he kept in the back. It was mostly for any of the Greyhound lads who came over to his place, while he himself wasn't much into drinking. All the while as he moved, Jamie felt Roy's dark eyes on him, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling like they had an electric current running through them and the rest of his body.
From where he had taken a seat at the dark gray marble kitchen island, Roy let his eyes wrack over Jamie as the younger man moved about, his throat tightening a bit when Jamie had bent over to reach into the back of the fridge. Roy quickly got a hold of himself and kept his face carefully neutral as Jamie stood back up with the promised bottle of beer in hand. Jamie pulled the magnetic bottle opener off the front of the fridge where all the other magnets in his collection resided and made quick work of popping the bottle cap.
Jamie wordlessly made his way over to Roy and set the bottle down before him.
" Thanks." Roy said as he reached out and picked up the offered drink.
" You not havin' anythin'?" He asked.
" Nah." Jamie said with a shake of his head.
Roy to a deep swig and then set the bottle down, there was another been of silence before looked up and pinned Jamie where he stood with an intense stare from across the kitchen island that separated them. Jamie stared back, unable to look away from the eyes of the man he had been sharing a bed with for nearly three months. For what seemed like hours they just gazed at each other, and then Roy blinked and his entire being seemed to sigh. Then Roy was slowly rising from his chair and stepping around the kitchen island so that he and Jamie were facing each other fully.
" We fucked." Roy said with his signature bluntness.
" We fucked one night while I was drunk outta my gourd and your common sense fuckin' abandoned you because you consented to it. Then a couple of weeks later we fucked again, and it happened again, and kept happening again for fuckin' months." He finished with his eyes wanting to turn Jamie to dust where he stood.
" Y-Yeah, we did. Don't need a fuckin' recap Kent, fuckin' lived it with you didn' I?" Jamie retorted flatly as he forced himself to meet Roy's gaze head on.
Something finally shifts in Roy's eyes at that, the intensity quieting into something quieter, sadder if possible as the older man spoke.
" Does it fuckin' hurt when I leave you in the mornings?" He asked as the fire returned to his eyes, turning them almost black.
Jamie felt the breath leave his body as Roy's words registered in his bewildered mind.
" Wha?" Jamie asked eloquently.
Roy took a step forward, Jamie too stunned to move as the other man closed the already sparse distance between them till mere inches separated them as he spoke again.
" Does it hurt you somewhere deep inside when I leave you in the mornings after we have breakfast together and never talk about any of it?" Roy reiterated lowly.
Jamie found that he could not speak, his mouth just hanging open as he gawked at Roy like he had lost his fucking mind.
Roy wasn't done though.
" Does it feel like you have to use every ounce of fuckin' will power you have in your body to walk out the door and keep going instead of running back? Do you spend every waking moment feeling so fuckin' bereft for somebody that just a year ago you couldn't even fuckin' stand you just want to scream till your lungs give out?" Roy growled.
Jamie let out a shuddering breath and blinked rapidly, his throat constricting painfully at Roy's words. Pursing his lips Jamie shook his head.
" F-Fuck you Kent. Jus' get the fuck out." He whispered before he tried to side step the other man, but Roy was not having it as he seized Jamie around his waist as he tried to pass him and yanked him back.
Jamie gasped loudly as he found himself pressed flush up against Roy's solid warmth while the man wrapped one arm firmly around his waist and the other around his shoulder, effectively immobilizing him. On instinct Jamie's hands went up and came to rest on Roy's chest. With his palms flat against Roy's pecs he could feel how hard the older hand heart was pounding, much like Jamie's own heart was as he stared wide eyed at Roy with mere centimeters separating their faces now.
" You better fucking answer me Tartt." Roy said quietly, his usually thundering voice nearly a whisper as his fingertips dug into Jamie's hip and shoulder.
Jamie felt his entire body begin to tremble, his hands fisting tightly into the black t-shirt Roy was wearing as he let out another shaky breath before he finally spoke.
" Yeah... Yeah it fuckin' hurts. It makes somethin' die inside meh every time I 'ave to watch you walk away or I do. It's like you rip somethin' outta a me chest that you 'ave no fuckin' right to. You're a fuckin' thief Kent." Jamie hissed out through gritted teeth as his eyes began to burn.
" Well then you're just as much a thief Tartt." Roy said softly with his perpetually angry glower finally cracking to reveal something far more fragile underneath.
" What-What the fuck is happenin'?" Jamie whispered shakily.
" You sayin' I stole somethin' out your chest? Well I am takin' the rest of you as well Jamie." Roy growled before he lunged his head the remaining centimeters that separated them and smashed his lips over Jamie's.
Jamie gasped against Roy's lips, the older man taking full advantage as he set about thoroughly plundering the younger man's mouth. Jamie stood stunned for a moment more, not responding at all to Roy. Then his whole body seemed to just sigh and sag against Roy before with a broken sound from the back of his throat and his eyes falling shut, he started to kiss Roy back with his own hunger. He let go of Roy's shirt and reached up to cup the sides of his neck, his thumbs brushing over the sides of his bearded jaw, earning an approving growl from the older man.
When the need for air became too much to ignore they broke apart with a shared gasp. Roy didn't relinquish his hold around Jamie, in fact he tightened it further as he leaned in and pressed his forehead to the younger man's. So very reminiscent of one of their physical altercations in the locker room just a year ago, and yet completely different. This was not anger and hate boiling over, this was something far more dangerous but pure. Something they knew to the very core of their beings, yet dared not name. With a shaky breath Jamie leaned up and pressed his lips to Roy's in several open mouth kisses that Roy naturally returned with fervor before he let out a deep grumble of approval as Jamie turned his efforts to lavishing Roy's neck with attention, kissing and sucking at the stubble covered skin.
Roy reached up and cupped the back of Jamie's head, burying his fingers into Jamie's dark, longer locks while his eyes closed every now and then as he enjoyed Jamie's ministrations, his own hands rubbing at the younger hands hip and shoulder where he gripped him. Heat unfurled in both their bellies and spread throughout their whole beings. Not being able to stand it, Roy sought out Jamie's lips and started plundering them again while he slowly started backing them out of the kitchen and in the general direction of the main staircase.
They kissed and stumbled, and then kissed some more up the stairs to the second floor and down the hallway to Jamie's bedroom at the very end. Two sets of jackets, one of black leather and the other a bomber with white faux fur on the collar fell lightly to the bedroom floor by the door. Jamie's red converse sneakers and Roy's black Nikes' soon joined them when their respective owners toed them off. Jamie groaned unashamedly against Roy's lips as the only man's large, calloused hands tucked under the hem of his Henley shirt, leaving molten hot trains over the bare skin of his back and sharp hips.
The next thing Jamie knew the backs of his knees were hitting the edge of his bed and he was going backwards, grunting when first his back impacted with the mattress and the groaning when Roy's solid weight followed, settling on top of him. They broke their kiss with a gasp before Jamie was letting out a breath moan as Roy started ravishing his neck and throat. Jamie writhed under Roy, his hands fisted into the back of Roy's black t-shirt as he gasped in pleasure, everything inside him on fire. Roy drew back several long minutes and sat back on his knees with Jamie's powerfully built legs bracketing him, his hands going to the hem of his own shirt and pulling it clean off to reveal his muscular, hairy upper body.
Jamie immediately reached up, a grin spreading across his face and he copped a feel of those hairy pecs. Roy took a moment to simply sigh at the contact, a small smile curving up the corners of his lips as he thought of all the times Jamie made comments about his ample body hair.
Jamie hadn't been disgusted by him, the little prick actually had a thing for his fur and Roy was all for letting Jamie touch as much as he liked. Roy reached up and ran his own hands over Jamie's still shirt clad arms, enjoying the feel of Jamie's hands for a few moments himself before his pinned Jamie with a look and reached down to grip the hem of the younger man's white Henley.
Jamie immediately got the hind and withdrew his hands from Roy to push himself up into a sitting position to make it easier for the older man to pull his Henley up and off of him. Jamie barely bit back a shiver of anticipation as he found himself bare from the waist up. They came back together like magnets, sighing and groaning at the feel of skin against skin. Jamie leaned in and pressed his lips to Roy's, the latter happily deepening it while his hands sought out Jamie's chest to tease one of the little buds that graced his pec, earning a muffled, wanton noise from the younger man.
Roy then used his own weight to tip them backward back onto the bed. Jamie chuckled against Roy's lips, but it quickly turned into a breathing moan as Roy sought out his neck and throat once more, using his teeth and tongue this time to his hearts content. Jamie's hands immediately went to Roy's back, digging into the corded plains, feeling the powerful muscles coiling and rippling in response to his touch.
A few moments later the soft sounds of belts and zippers being undone, kisses being shared, and the rustle of fabric filled the bedroom as two sets of pants and underwear dropped onto the floor by the side of Jamie's bed. Jamie and Roy's groans of pleasure mingled as they lay together with no more barriers between them. Jamie pressed kisses to Roy's jaw while his hand trailed over his chest, then down his stomach, and finally down past his naval. The action earned Jamie a deep rumble of approval before Roy's dark eyes grew impossibly darker.
The next moment Jamie's startled scream echoed through the room, his entire body arching magnificently while Roy's blunt teeth sank into one of the sensitive dark buds on his chest.
" O-Oh! Oh my Gawd!" Jamie breathed while his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head, his other hand going to the back of Roy's head.
Roy worried Jamie's nipple for several moments before he leaned up for another plundering kiss.
Things soon devolved after that, control from both men slipping as instinct took over. Soon Jamie's pained cry shot through the air, mingling with a strangled "Fuck" from Roy as they finally physically connected, Roy sinking into the perfect, molten heat that he hadn't felt with anyone but Jamie Fucking Tartt. Jamie's breath came in harsh gasps, his whole body feeling like lightening was passing through every nerve with Roy finally inside him. With a moan, Jamie wrapped his legs tightly around Roy's waist, causing the other man to sink even further into him, making them both cry out. Roy loomed over Jamie, staring down at him with his pupils blown.
" Fuck... fuck, J-Jamie." He rumbled.
Jamie reached up and cupped Roy's stubble covered cheek, swiping his thumb over the arch of his cheekbone as he spoke.
" Roy." Jamie breathed, like Roy's name alone was salvation.
With a groan, Roy finally started to move, drawing himself back and then lunging forward.
Jamie cried out, his whole body arching up again, instinctively moving to meet Roy move for move.
The outside world faded after that, no beginning to Jamie, not end to Roy, just the two of them together.
With a growl of his own, Jamie flipped them over, an enraptured sound ripping itself out of his throat as he straddled Roy and sank further onto him. From where he now lay on his back, Roy shuddered as his hands immediately went to Jamie's hips as the younger man started to move above above him, back arched and dark head thrown back in undeniable pleasure. For what seemed an eternity, Roy just laid there and drank in the sight of the other man. Something deep and primordial in his soul singing proudly that it was him that was causing Jamie such fulfillment, such untold ecstasy. With a snarl, Roy wrenched himself up, wrapping his arms around Jamie while capturing his mouth in another searing kiss.
Roy wracked his blunt nails over the sides of Jamie's ribs, eliciting a full body shudder before he splayed his hands across the younger man's rippling back and pulled him in tighter as they rocked together. Every cry that tore itself past Jamie's lips set further fire to Roy, the feral joy that coursed through him knowing he was the cause. He groaned unashamedly when Jamie leaned down and started sucking and gnawing at the junction where his neck and shoulder met, his fingers finding the soft curls at the back of Roy's head.
As the minutes passed that seemed more like ours, the noises from them both grew steadily louder and more desperate, the pleasure and pressure building. They could feel it, they were at the very edge, any slight thing could tip them over. Roy pressed a kiss to Jamie's collarbone before he drew back and started up at the man making love to him. Jamie's blackened eyes locked with Roy, pinned by him as he felt the sparks starting at the base of his own spine.
It took Roy moving to meet one final roll of Jamie's hips to have them both reach the point of no return.
As white hot euphoria crashed over them together, Roy reached up and took Jamie's face into his hands and spoke the only words his mind could form in that moment.
" Marry me Jamie!" Roy groaned desperately.
Without pause and without fail, Jamie spoke the only words his own mind could form in that moment.
" Yes! Yeh times infinity!" Jamie cried as he clawed at Roy's back.
Climax took full control after that, burning away all sense of the world as Roy collapsed backwards taking Jamie with him. They lay together, intertwined and boneless, enervated and barely conscious. Roy tightened his hold around Jamie and used what remaining strength he had to roll them so that they were laying on their sides, facing each other in the dim light in the room.
" Holy fuck." Jamie whispered as a shudder wracked though the both of them.
" Yeah." Roy replied eloquently before he tucked his head into the side of Jamie's neck and just breathed, catching the scent of just the two of them, together.
Jamie sighed and breathed slowly and deep, turning his own head towards Roy and letting his eyes fall shut as they held each other in post-coital bliss.
The two of them lay totally unaware of both the question that had been asked, and the answer that had been given.
About an hour later well into the night...
The water was cool and soothing down Roy's throat as he drank it down. He was currently standing by the sink in Jamie's kitchen, dressed in a dark gray pair of Jamie's sleeping pants. The whole house was still, the night deep. Once the after-glow had faded and they could actually think a bit more clearly, he and Jamie had dragged themselves up from the bed and stumbled into the en suite bathroom. They had stood under the shower spray, not saying a word as they had washed each other and shared a few chaste kisses, too utterly spent to do anything further.
Once that had finished showering and dried themselves, Jamie had led them back into the bedroom and provided Roy with the sleeping pants he was currently wearing, while he himself had chosen to simply pick up his discarded boxers from the pile of clothes still strewn about the floor. They had gone about stripping the well soiled sheets from Jamie's bed and putting on the fresh, clean sheets Jamie retrieved from his linen closet. When they had climbed in beneath the cool, clean sheets Roy had wasted no time taking Jamie firmly into his arms and doing a very fine impression of an octopus. Jamie had chuckled softly and then finally drifted off peacefully. Roy himself had fallen into a light doze only to rouse about an hour later and de-tangle himself and come downstairs for the drink he was having.
Roy let out a slow breath as he set the empty glass in his hand back on the dish rack. His whole body was still humming pleasantly as he shuffled through the kitchen back towards the stairs. As he passed Jamie's kitchen island he saw the long forgotten beer bottle Jamie had provided him. Roy stepped over and reached for the bottle to put it back in the fridge since it was still good when he stopped dead in his tracks, ever muscle in his body locking up at once, the breath leaving his lungs and his eyes growing wide as he finally remembered something that had happened just a little while ago while he and Jamie had been falling over the edge into rapture.
Something he had asked Jamie, something Jamie had answered.
Something huge.
" Fuck!" Roy exclaimed, his voice echoing though the still house.
Roy forgot all about the beer and dashed towards the stairs, taking them up two at a time to get to the second floor and back to Jamie. Roy stumbled over the threshold into Jamie's bedroom and paused a moment when his eyes went to the bed to see Jamie still fast asleep, on his stomach with the sheets hung low over his waits and his smooth, pale back on full display. Though his heart was still pounding hard against his sternum, Roy found himself slowing and calming a bit. Taking in a deep, rattling breath Roy approached the bed at a more sedate pace before he slowly climbed onto the mattress and crawled over to Jamie. He hesitated a moment before he reached out and placed his hand on Jaime's back. He slowly trailed his hands up Jamie's spine, feeling the younger man sigh and shift under his palm and languidly lean into his touch. Roy felt a small smile tug at his lips, warmth in his dark eyes as he gazed down at Jamie. He trailed his hand up the rest of the way to grip Jamie's shoulder before he started to gently shake him.
" Mmmmph. Wha'?" Jamie asked, his voice scratchy with sleep and annoyance at having been woken from a wonderful dream where he had just triumphantly blasted the ball right into his father's ugly drunken face and it had counted as the winning goal, happy makeout session with Roy Kent in front of the crowd following while Ted Lasso was doing some sort of happy robot dance with Dani Rojas Na Na Na!
Jamie's dark eyes blinked open blearily and he groaned softly as he was gently pulled by the shoulder to turn over onto his back. As his vision cleared he looked up to see Roy looming over him, his expression quiet, almost pensive instead of the usual scowl. Jamie instantly grew alert and sat up so that he and Roy were facing each other.
" Roy?" Jamie asked quietly.
Roy didn't say anything for a moment, he just gazed at Jamie with an unreadable look and an ocean of possibility before he finally spoke.
" While we were makin' love, I asked you somethin', somethin' really important." Roy said more softly than Jamie had ever heard him speak.
It didn't take long for Jamie's mind to provide him with the vivid memory of just want Roy was talking about.
" Marry me Jamie!"
" Yes! Yeh times infinity!"
There words echoed through Jamie's head, bouncing off every point of his skull while the moment they had said them played before Jamie's eyes in bright, full technicolor. Jamie reached up and ran a nervous hand through his dark hair before he forced himself to look back up at Roy and speak.
" I said yes." Jamie said softly, looking almost fearful, as if he had actually done something wrong and it pained something inside Roy to his very core.
" Yes you did, times infinity even." Roy said quietly with a nod, repeating Jamie's own words and watching as the younger man's cheeks turned slightly pink at the reminder.
" W-Were you being serious?" Roy asked as he shifted closer to Jamie, his eyes never leaving Jamie, hoping against hope and not wanting to sound as desperate as he felt.
" Were you?" Jamie countered with this sad sort of resignation in his dark eyes that Roy absolutely fucking hated, Jamie actually thinking he weren't serious about something as big as what he had proposed.
Knowing his next words would either make or break whatever this was between them, something he wanted to never let go of for as long as he fucking lived, Roy spoke.
" Forever with you don't sound half bad, even though you'll always be a little prick." He grumbled with the corner of his lips quirking up as he gazed at Jamie like he was the center of his universe.
Jamie's whole body seemed to deflate as a shaky but truly mesmerizing grin spread across his face, for no one had ever looked at him the way Roy Fucking Kent was looking at him now.
" Forever with you don't sound too bad neither, even if I'd be stuck with the human, super hairy, twat version of Sam the Eagle for the rest of me life." Jamie said softly, feeling his throat tighten up with an untold number of emotions before he ducked his head and looked so shy and beautiful Roy couldn't just sit there and stare anymore.
He reached out and cupped the side of Jamie's neck before he gently but firmly pulled the younger man to him. They came together in this slow, deep kiss, full of untold promises and reassurances, saying what they each felt they couldn't really say with words at the moment since neither felt they were the most articulate of individuals. There was no frenzy now as there had been before, just Roy Kent and Jamie Tartt... the newly minted fiances.
When they broke apart several long moments later, Jamie buried his face into Roy's shoulder while Roy held him tight, much like in the locker room at Wembley after that God-awful display they had all been subjected to by James Tartt. If Jamie's breath hitched every now and then and Roy rocked them a little from side to side, neither commented on it.
" We'll figure all this shit out yeh?" Jamie murmured against Roy's skin.
" Yeah, we fuckin' will." Roy said as he stoked his hand up and down Jamie's back and earned a contented sigh from the other man.
They didn't let go of each other for the rest of the night.
Dawn would break soon, bringing with it the uncertainty of a new day and all that could happen both good and bad, but neither Roy nor Jamie were too worried.
Like they had said, they'd figure shit out.
The End... Or Rather the Beggining
Special Thanks To: Cuppachar on Tumblr and the Anon who posted the following fic idea to their blog:
Roy & Jamie: After Roy and Keeley amicably split, Roy's lonely and Jamie is too. One night while they are with the team on a pub crawl, one thing leads to another and they wake up the next morning in bed together. They agree it was just a fluke and yet they keep sleeping together. Months pass and one night while they are going at it Roy blurts out "Marry me Jamie!" Without hesitating Jamie's answer is "Yes times infinity!" They're fucking engaged, now what? Will they make it down the aisle?