Saturday, 27th August 2022

Jamie slid into the seat next to Roy on the bus, just like normal. Roy pulled a set of headphones out of his bag and shoved them at Jamie.

"Can you set these up?"

"Yeah, where's ya tablet?"

"No, to watch that show you were watching."

Jamie nodded, he took the headphones and linked them to his tablet, handing them back and getting comfortable against Roy without it seeming like he was using him as a pillow. He pulled up the show he'd been watching on Wednesday when Roy came by the house. They'd inspected the bathroom tiling which was finished and then Roy had railed Jamie against the cool tiles.

Jamie had finished watching the show, but he was happy to watch it again. Jamie yawned as the bus started rolling through London, he hadn't slept well the night before; too many weird anxiety dreams.

"That's a nice wall colour," Roy told him, voice soft after lifting Jamie's headphone side.

"Would look good in the second part of the loft…or maybe one of the spare bedrooms?"

Roy nodded and placed the muff back against Jamie's ear.

Jamie woke up to a gentle shake.

"What?" Jamie asked.

"We're here," Roy told him.

Jamie blinked and looked out the window. "I fell asleep?"

"Just after we set off."

Jamie nodded.

"Are you getting sick?"

Jamie shook his head, feeling groggy. "Bad night's sleep."

"Is it that bed?"

"Nah, the bed's fine," Jamie said. He had actually quite liked the air mattress but one day Roy had shown up with a proper bed. Jamie wondered if it was to make fucking Jamie easier on his knee.

"Early night tonight."

Jamie shrugged. "Why, I've had a nap now."

Roy rolled his eyes.

"Whistle," Roy called out.

The team turned towards him.

"Get into your rooms, get changed and then be back on the bus in thirty minutes for a trip to the beach."

"Yes, coach," came the response.

"And remember your sun protection."

Roy settled back down.

"Can you put some suncream on me back?" Jamie asked Roy quietly.

Roy looked at him.

Jamie looked back with a small smile.

"No," Roy ground out slowly.

Jamie pouted.

"We only have thirty minutes," Roy said.

Jamie nodded.

Thirty minutes after they arrived at the hotel, the team was back down in the bus and swapping sun cream back and forth, helping with one another's backs. Jamie turned his back to Roy and smiled. Roy rolled his eyes and took the sunscreen from his hands. If his fingers dipped low beneath Jamie's waistband no one needed to know. The moment the bus stopped at the beach, the team jostled to get off the bus and rush towards the water. Jamie at the front as normal. He dropped his bag in a good spot and kicked off his slides before running into the water, knees high.

Sam hit the water a few beats behind him. Jamie set off swimming, his aunt had worked at a swimming pool in Manchester, and he'd been able to sneak in for free so he'd spent a lot of time there with her kids in the summer. He'd loved water and had been so excited when Roy announced they were going to do some beach training when they arrived in Bournemouth for their match against AFC Bournemouth.

Their time in Spain had been spent mostly eating amazing food and being in the water. Phoebe was a little water baby too and Roy was surprisingly happy in the ocean.

He popped up out of the waves, pushing the water out of his face and his hair back. He looked towards the beach to see Roy, in his rashie, walking carefully along the sand…Jamie wanted to get out and help him; when they'd been in Spain, he'd offered his arm to Roy when they were heading towards the water but that would seem too much and he couldn't do that in front of the team. Jamie splashed Isaac as he tracked Roy's progress along the sand. Finally, Roy was walking into the gentle waves and heading towards them. Jamie ducked under the water and swam at Sam, yanking on his calf before swimming away and missing the sweep of Sam's arm. Jamie was about to swim past Dani when the other man jumped on his back, allowing them both to twist under the water. When they popped up, Roy was watching them.

"Whistle," Roy called out.

Jamie shook the water off his face and looked at Roy.

"Remember to be careful," Roy looked directly at Jamie, "we have a game tomorrow."

"Yes, coach," the team called out.

Jamie pulled his goggles down and started swimming out from the beach, leaving the team behind for a thirty-minute ocean swim. By the time he was done his head was clear and he was wondering if he could convince Roy to rent a fuck room again. The team was climbing out of the water as Jamie was coming back to himself after the exercise. He pushed harder to reach the sand a few moments behind the rest of the team.

Roy was drying himself off when Jamie finally finished his swim. The younger man climbed out of the ocean, salt water cascading down his body as he made eye contact with Roy. The younger man was wearing a pair of tiny swimming trunks, accenting each muscle, his thick thighs, his tight little waist…Roy just knew his arse would be a bubble of muscle shown off to perfection under the material.

Roy dropped his towel and wrapped it around his waist. He'd told himself he wasn't going to use the room he'd booked for them until tomorrow but…but, he changed his mind as Jamie cleared the ocean completely like a Mancunian version of Aphrodite with a half sleeve tattoo and a penchant for making Roy question everything he knew about life, the universe, and everything.

Roy whispered the room number of Jamie under the noise of the team being rowdy and slipped the second key into Jamie's waistband.

Jamie was waiting in the room, naked, by the time Roy made it to the room. Roy closed the door and when he turned around, Jamie was in his space undoing the zip down Roy's chest and unpeeling the fabric from Roy's body. Roy kissed Jamie, licking at the salty taste on the younger man's lip. Jamie started pulling Roy further into the room, and towards the bed. Roy pushed Jamie down and climbed over his body, reaching for the lube and opening the tube. Roy kept his eyes locked on Jamie's as he reached behind himself to start opening himself. Jamie's eyes tracked the play of muscles in his arm and chest before reaching up and sliding his fingers into the mat of hair on Roy's torso.

Roy sent Jamie out of the room first, showered and dressed ready for the movie. Roy slipped out in his beach clothes since he hadn't thought far enough ahead to have brought spare clothes. He went back to his room, had a quick shower, and made it down ten minutes late for dinner.

No one said a word. As soon as he sat, they ordered food and then settled down to watch 'You Can't Take It With You'.

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