Saturday, 17th December 2022

Jamie opened the door and slipped into the house. Cruyff meowed his greeting and came to twin around Jamie's legs. Jamie bent to scratch behind his ears and then under the chin before toeing off his shoes and heading farther into the house. Jamie stripped off, putting his clothes into the washing machine along with the dirty ones he'd brought home and turned the machine on. As soon as water started streaming in, Cruyff left Jamie to leap up onto the washing machine, curling up on it.

"Your favourite place," Jamie mumbled, petting the cat once more.

Jamie went upstairs and filled the bathtub with hot water, dropping a scented bath bomb in as soon as he turned the cold tap on. He walked back into the bedroom and opened the bedside drawer on his side of the bed…he froze realising he had a side of the bed. Fuck, okay, he was going to do it soon. After Christmas he was going to say something to Roy. He was going to tell the other man Jamie loved him and then he was going to accept whatever Roy said back. Jamie dug to the back of the drawer and pulled out his book – something his maternal grandmother had read and then passed to his mother and finally to him. He got a new book every couple of weeks just like he had since he was a teenager.

He'd never let anyone see them before but Roy hadn't laughed when he'd seen Jamie reading it…he'd smiled and asked if Jamie liked bodice rippers. Then, later that night, growled into his ear that Jamie would make a very lovely member of the ton that he could debauch. Jamie's cock throbbed just thinking about it. Jamie shook his head, grabbed the book, and headed back to the bathroom.

Jamie turned the bath off and then realised he had forgotten his phone. He bounced down the stairs and grabbed the phone from his little bag near the front door and then headed for the bath. He stepped into the hot water, grimacing a little at the heat before slowly lowering himself down into the bath. He closed his eyes and relaxed in the hot water until he felt his muscles soften, then he dried his hands off on the little towel beside him and grabbed his book. He found his place and settled down to read.

At some point between chapters thirteen and fourteen, the water now too cold, he let some out and filled it back up with hot water. He heard Roy call up the stairs as he turned the last page of chapter fifteen.

"Up here in the bath," Jamie called out.

A few minutes later, Roy walked into the bathroom. Jamie slid his bookmark back into the book and looked over at him. Roy was naked.

"Hello," Jamie said.

Roy walked into the bathroom and stepped into the bath between Jamie's knees. He leaned down to grip the edge of the bathtub and leaned himself down until Jamie could wrap his arms around the older man and pull him into a kiss. Roy held his position for a long while, Jamie kissing him but careful not to yank him down into the bath proper because of Roy's knee.

"Roy," Jamie panted, pulling back. "You're too far away."

Roy nodded. "I don't know how to get closer without doing something stupid with my fucking knee."

Jamie laughed, sitting up and tucking his legs in front of him. Roy took the opportunity to sit down and then Jamie lifted himself up and slithered his way along the bath until his cock and Roy's were lined up and he was able to kiss Roy. Roy's arms curled around him. Jamie pressed his feet into the edge of the bath and started rocking into Roy, curling on hand down to run along Roy's bad knee and make sure it was in a good position. Roy's hands grew frantic when he felt the press of Jamie's hand on his damaged skin. Jamie met him, twisting his hips a little to make sure his cock was lined up with the soft, hairy skin next to Roy's cock. Jamie thought about the last time they'd done this…in front of the poster of Roy he'd had forever. That Roy was a mythical figure; someone who Jamie wanted to emulate. The Roy beneath him was a man that Jamie had always had a complicated relationship with but a man he wanted to have on his wall in photos of the two of them and their lives. Jamie pulled back, rutting into Roy and staring down into the older man's eyes. Roy's expression was fierce and went to Jamie's balls like a touch.

"Jamie," Roy said, voice rough and Jamie came with a grunt. Jamie kept moving, locked in Roy's expression until the other man came too.

Jamie slumped down into Roy, letting his weight rest on Roy who wrapped his arms around Jamie tightly. Jamie felt too warm, the heat from the orgasm building on the heat from the water.

"How was training this week?" Jamie asked finally.

Roy shrugged with his whole body. "Normal."

"Are you trying to tell me the team didn't miss me?"

"We all missed you," Roy grumbled.

Jamie preened. "Cruyff was still alive though."

Roy growled. "He is a menace."

Jamie pulled back, the arms around him not loosening. Jamie managed to get far enough away to look down at Roy. "You love him."

Roy growled.

Jamie smiled and slumped back into Roy. "You love him."

Roy didn't agree…but tellingly, he didn't argue either.

Jamie finally tapped Roy on the chest. "Water's getting cold, let's rinse off and then I need to go for a quick run."

"No, not tonight," Roy told him. "I know you went this morning."

"I want to stretch my muscles."

Roy nodded. "Okay, but only a short one; I don't want you to overdo it the day before a match."

"Okay," Jamie said, lifting himself up and off Roy. He stood up and climbed out of the bathtub. He looked at the wet floor and then back at Roy. "You're cleaning up the water this time."

Roy smiled brightly and Jamie felt it slam into his chest. Roy climbed up gently, reaching out of Jamie's forearm and holding on as he stepped out. Jamie moved closer as soon as Roy was steady to press a kiss to the other man's lips.

"Wanna come rinse off with me."

"If we keep having sex in the bath and then needing a shower, what's the point of the fucking bath?"

"I read in there for ages before you got home," Jamie said, walking towards the shower. "And…the sex…obviously."

Roy grunted out an agreement and stepped into the shower. They rinsed off quickly and Jamie climbed out of the shower to dry off.

"Why were you in the bath if you weren't done for the day?"

"I felt really tight after the train. I wanted to relax," Jamie said, grabbing the book and going into the bedroom. He dropped it onto the bed and then started getting ready for his run.

"What are you reading?" Roy asked, lying on the bed, naked and beautiful. "Is this another bodice ripper?"

"Yep," Jamie said. "Mummy lent it me, she loves a good bodice ripper. They taught me a lot about what to do with me first girlfriend."

Roy laughed. "I bet."

"How I knew it weren't about just getting your end away…and what a clit was."

"Both good things to know."

"But now, here you are," Jamie said, forgoing actually putting his exercise kit on. "All naked on the bed…maybe I can put some of my expertise into practise with you instead."

"I'm not a woman."

"No fucking shit," Jamie said, rolling his eyes. "I have hopefully proven I know what to do with your body by now."

Roy looked at him, licking at his lower lip. He shook his head. "No, go for a run, thirty minutes, come back and I'll make us some dinner and give you a rub down."

"Rub down?" Jamie asked, cocking one eyebrow.

"Professional one, no sex until after the game tomorrow."

"Then I could bodice rip you? Maybe this time I can be the duke with a sweet virgin that wants to be loved?"

Roy rolled his eyes but he flushed so Jamie knew he'd be able to do it.

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