Clothes
"What are you wearing?" Roy grunted, watching Jamie walk down the stairs.
"Clothes."
"My clothes."
"Yeah, this is a fucking mint jumper, it's so fucking soft and inside it's all woolly."
"You're going to die of heat stroke."
"Nah," Jamie said.
"It's summer."
"It's autumn."
"It hasn't cooled down enough for that fucking thing."
Jamie waved a hand. "I found it when I was grabbing ya clothes."
"You don't need to do that anymore; I have enough damn clothes in the spare room and I don't need to be downstairs anymore."
"Liar."
"What?"
"Ruth called me and told me that you're still not allowed back in your bedroom until the physio approves you for regular stair work."
"It's a fucking conspiracy."
"Yep, what should we do for dinner tonight?"
"You know what's on your meal plan."
"Yeah, but what do you want?"
"I'm having the same thing, but my steak is going to be bigger, and tastier and will have Dijon mustard on the side."
"That's a mean fucking thing to do."
Roy shrugged. "Get over it."
Jamie flipped Roy off before he turned and went into the kitchen, still wearing the oversized jumper of Roy's.
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"What the fuck are you wearing?" Roy asked.
"Clothes, are you having that Alzheimer's where you forgot what shit is?"
"It's…you look like a fucking highlighter."
"I know, looks fucking cool, don't it?"
Roy looking him up and down and then rolled his eyes. "Fucking hell, at least I'll be able to see you in the fucking pub."
Jamie beamed at him.
"We should get going, the cab'll be here any minute."
"I'm glad you're coming out with us tonight," Jamie said, heading for the door.
"Fuck," Roy grunted.
Jamie span around and looked at him. "What's wrong?"
"You have the word bubble plastered over your arse."
"I got a bubble butt. Barbara and I had a chat about honest clothing."
"And you're going out like that?"
"Yeah, don't be an old man again, this is fashion."
"At least you're wearing a fucking shirt."
Jamie laughed. "I looked fucking good that night."
"Just because you have that chest doesn't mean it has to be naked at all times."
"Please, like you didn't love the looks you get when you paraded around shirtless on the pitch."
"I never looked like you, some people don't like chest hair."
"Fucking morons."
"You get all of yours waxed."
Jamie shrugged. "Whatever, that's our taxi."
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"What the…what are you wearing?"
"Do you like it? I borrowed it from Jamie."
"I know."
Phoebe did a little twirl in the hoodie that was completely swamping her. It matched the fairy wings at least. Seconds later there was another set of steps on the stairs and Jamie came down in another bright jumper with his own set of fairy wings.
"Where did you get those?"
"They're mine, ain't they?"
"And you bought them with you?"
"As soon as Phoebe told me about the princess and the dragon game."
Roy thought for a moment. "Does this mean I can be the dragon?"
"No," Phoebe growled out. "I have the wings of the dragon."
Roy rolled his eyes. "Fine, where's my wand?"
Phoebe rushed off to her room to collect the wand.
"You better fucking not be a dragon," Roy said.
"Of course, I'm a dragon," Jamie crowed, putting on a growly voice.
"Fuck," Roy grunted.
"Jamie's a dragon too," Phoebe called out as she rushed back into the lounge room, "Uncle Roy, here's your wand."
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"What are you wearing?" Jamie heard Roy ask, he frowned; the other man couldn't even see him.
"Why are you being a twat already?" Jamie asked, coming the rest of the way down the stairs.
"What?" Roy asked, turning around to look at him. "What the fuck are you wearing?"
Jamie saw Keeley on the other side of the door. "Look at you, you look mint."
"Thank you," she said, hitting Roy in the face with her feather boa.
"Look at ya," Jamie said, spinning his finger.
Keeley twirled, her short skirt twirling a little and showing off her sparkly tights. "You too."
Jamie span, pausing and flexing his back muscles a little when it was facing Roy and Keeley and then finishing the spin.
"We're gonna be the fittest fuckers there," Jamie said, coming to stand next to Keeley. "Ain't we?"
Roy looked between them for a moment, then grunted.
"That was his…fuck, you're fit grunt," Jamie said.
"Definitely," Keeley said, throwing Roy a knowing wink. Roy dropped his eyes down strangely in response.
"You sure you don't wanna come?" Jamie asked. "I can find ya an outfit."
"Fuck no," Roy grunted. "You two fuck off and have fun."
"We will," Jamie said, smacking a kiss to Keeley's cheek. She smacked his arse in response and he laughed before grabbing his own feather boa from the table.
"Be safe," Roy said.
"Will do, Coach," Jamie bounced past, smacking a kiss on Roy's cheek to match Keeley's one. Roy half-heartedly swiped at him, he danced away and out of the door.
"Fucking hell," Roy said.
Jamie assumed it was the word on his arse so he shook it a bit until the door closed.
"Let's go," Jamie said. "Ain't been out in ages, gonna be fucking class."
"I'm surprised Roy let you off your training schedule," Keeley told him, tucking her arm into his elbow.
"Did it 'cause you asked, he's a sucker for helping out a friend and you were sad about that twat who stood you up."
Keeley laughed. "I was, but we're going to have a killer night and then I'll feel better."
"And I don't have to train tomorrow, gonna sleep all day."
They climbed into the uber and set off on their night.
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"What are you wearing?"
"What?" Jamie looked down at himself.
"Are those…booty shorts."
Jamie looked at him for a moment and then his face broke out into a bright smile, he barked out a laugh and slapped a hand to Roy's chest.
Roy grunted at him.
"Nah, mate, these are denim and me arse is covered," Jamie span around, cocking his arse out to make it clear his whole backside was covered. "Not booty shorts, fucking hell, asking me if they are booty shorts, honestly."
"But, why?"
"It's a pool party, innit."
"For fuck's sake," Roy said, stomping away.
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"What are you wearing?" Roy asked quietly, when he saw Jamie.
Jamie shrugged. "Me kit."
"That's the wrong compression shirt."
"I know, I couldn't find the one I packed, and I know I fucking packed it but now I can't find the fucking thing and Will didn't bring a spare, so this is me shirt."
Roy shook his head and walked away. Jamie clenched his hands but the bands of material that should be wrapped around his thumbs was missing so he tucked his hands into his away kit top instead. Roy came back a few minutes later carrying an orange compression top.
"Here," Roy said, pressing it into Jamie's hands.
"What?"
"I know you like 'em, so I threw one in me bag in case you needed a spare."
"Thank you," Jamie said, blinking rapidly and trying very hard not to say anything with the word love in it.
"You're welcome, get changed and let's beat these fuckers."
"Yeah," Jamie agreed. He darted forward to wrap his arms around Roy quickly before he got changed.
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"What are you wearing?" Roy asked, as he opened the door. Jamie opened the door to hear better and see if it was Ruth.
"Clothes," Jamie nodded at the voice and went to grab his shoes.
"Why do you look like that, you only dress like that on a fucking date and you're here."
"Is that Ruth?" Jamie called out. "Tell her I'll be down in a few."
Roy looked back into the house where Jamie's voice was coming from and then turned to look at his sister. "Fuck, no."
She laughed, then pushed past him and into the house.
"You cannot go on a fucking date with Jamie fucking Tartt."
She ignored him and stood next to the couch, smoothing her hand down over her dress.
"Ruth?" Roy said, voice a warning.
"Hey," Jamie bounded down the stairs and came into the lounge room. "Looking good, Ruth."
"Thank you."
Roy grabbed Jamie's arm and Jamie let himself be pulled into the kitchen.
"What the fuck?" Roy asked.
Jamie frowned. "What?"
"What do you think you're doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing?"
"You can't go on a date with Ruth."
Jamie threw his head back and laughed.
"Jamie," Roy said firmly.
"Coach, don't worry, I'm not dating your sister."
"Then why is she here looking like she does when she goes on a date?"
"She's got that hospital do tonight and I said I'd come and help them with some fundraising. Sitting at me table cost people more money. Keeley made me promise to wear a shirt. I told you I was out tonight."
"He's helping GOSH fundraise," Ruth said, smirking at him widely.
"Oh."
"You donated a signed kit," Ruth reminded him.
"I didn't know you were going," Roy said. "Just misunderstood."
"Ruth's fit as, but I'm not going to date her."
"Right back at you, Jamie," she said with a wink.
Roy groaned and walked out of the room, Jamie and Ruth's laughter following him.
TBC...
