Friday, 2nd September 2022

Roy showed up on the day the kitchen, master bedroom and ensuite were finished. In his hand he had a stack of envelopes with cash inside and handed them to Nigel.

"One for each of the team that worked overtime."

"You know you paid us," Nigel said, happily taking the envelopes.

"You know I like to take care of the crew."

"And buy our silence."

Roy made a throaty growl.

Nigel laughed. "The team know they don't get hired for your jobs if they open their mouths about you."

"Good, have a nice weekend."

Nigel saluted. "See you Monday and thank Jamie for the gift vouchers."

Roy reached out a hand and stopped Nigel from leaving. "What gift vouchers?"

"He got all of the team a set of gift vouchers, specific for each of them and their families, if they have one. Got me wife a pregnancy massage one to one of those high-end places, she isn't going to be happy with the place around the corner after she's been pampered like that."

"The little prick."

Nigel laughed. "That's what I thought too."

Roy growled at him.

"Bye, Roy," Nigel said, chuckling and heading out. Roy heard him lock the door at his back.

Roy walked towards the kitchen and looked at it. It was fucking perfect; the little prick. Roy was looking forward to fucking cooking dinner in this kitchen, he had a shopping order due in thirty minutes; enough time to clean out the fridge and…he opened it and frowned. The fridge smelled of vanilla and there was a small selection of nutritionist approved food in the fridge. Roy went to the cupboard to find a high end set of pots…the type he would buy if he stayed anywhere for very long. He had two very respectable pots and a frypan that travelled everywhere with him. He opened another drawer to find a bright green dinner set, the second drawer had expensive knives, the top a set of shiny cutlery in the little tray.

"Motherfucking arsehole," Roy growled. He went into the butler's pantry to find a toaster, kettle, waffle maker, and stand mixer. Roy yanked open the pantry door to find a selection of Roy's favourite cheat crisps, an entire shelf of food that Phoebe liked as well as spices, herbs, and sauces that Roy used when he was cooking.

He stalked out of the bathroom and up the stairs to the master bedroom. He looked at the bed, the wood headboard looked like something Jamie would look stunning gripping while Roy did his best to make Jamie cock stupid and come dumb. Inside of the bathroom was two sets of towels, matching into the tiles and when Roy reached out he experienced the softest towels he'd ever touched.

There was a knock on the door below.

"Fuck!"

Roy went back down the stairs, slowly, and opened the door to the delivery driver. The woman on the other side's eyes opened wide and then she shook her head.

"Want it in the kitchen?"

"Yes, please."

Roy stepped back and let her in with the trolley. She unpacked the crates onto the bench and then headed back towards the door. She stopped just before she left, and Roy knew it was coming.

"Selfie or autograph?"

She turned and beamed. "Selfie?"

"Yeah, just don't tell anyone where I live."

"Course not."

Roy closed the door behind her and set himself to putting all of the groceries away. He started making dinner, feeling at home in the space in a way he didn't recognise. Jamie walked into the house just as Roy was tossing the cooked pasta into the sauce.

"Are they gone?" Jamie asked, dropping his bag on the bench and leaning over the centre island.

"Yes, finally."

"Bet they are torn between happy to go back to normal hours and missing the extra money."

"But you gave them all gift certificates; specific to each fucking man."

"Yeah, just a little thank you."

"I gave them envelopes of cash."

"Great minds," Jamie said, holding his fist out to bump with Roy. Roy rolled his eyes in that way he did when he wasn't actually mad at Jamie. Then he bumped Jamie's fist.

They ate dinner and then Roy took him up to the master bedroom, kissing him along the way, hands below his shirt.

"What the fuck?" Roy asked, wriggling on the bed. "What is this fucking bed?"

"When I moved into that house," Jamie said, curling into Roy's side. "I just bought the best mattress they had in stock and then didn't feel right to waste money on a new mattress, but I had time to wait so I went in and got the fucking one I wanted. Good, innit?"

Roy growled his agreement.

"What do you sleep on?" Jamie asked.

"Whatever bed there is."

Jamie sighed. "You should give yourself nice things, Roy."

"I'm keeping the bed," Roy said, rolling over and pressing Jamie into the mattress.

Roy rolled Jamie onto his side and slide his cock into the tight gap at the top of the younger man's thighs until his head was pressed into Jamie's balls. Jamie tightened his thighs and reached back to grip Roy's backside, his fingers holding on tight as Roy rocked himself into an orgasm. Roy used his own spend to slick the way when he jacked Jamie off. They washed off in the shower and Roy turned all the lights off before curling himself around Jamie and falling asleep with his nose pressed between Jamie's shoulder blades.

Jamie woke up with a solid weight holding his legs down and the bright light of early morning coming in through the windows. He froze…they had actually spent the whole night together; they hadn't done that since Newcastle and Roy hadn't accidentally fallen asleep after a good fuck; he'd chosen to fall asleep after a good fuck. Roy was weighing him down to the bed with his mouth open against Jamie's skin making the spot feel hot and muggy. Jamie wanted to do a happy cartwheel, but nothing would make him climb out of bed and the feel of Roy wrapped around him. Roy woke up a while later, pulling away with a mumbled sorry.

"For what?"

"Bit of a clingy sleeper."

"Me too," Jamie said. "I don't mind."

Roy groaned and stretched before he kissed Jamie with closed lips. Jamie pushed closer, licking into Roy's mouth and rolling them until Roy was on his back and Jamie could get both of their cocks in his hand. he jacked them off slowly, kissing Roy lazily until they came a few strokes and mumbled words apart.

"Get up," Roy said, a few minutes later. "Spunk in my hair is a bitch."

"Another benefit of being waxed."

"No benefits that I can see…" Roy looked at Jamie. "Well, you do look good but…"

"Hairy is coming back," Jamie told him. "You're on the way to being cool again."

"My life's fucking mission."

Jamie laughed. "Join me in the shower; don't like showering alone."

Roy didn't respond, just climbed out of the bed and followed Jamie.

When Roy's chest hair was soapy, he finally spoke. "I'm hairy and I'm not changing that for someone else, you shouldn't either."

"But you think I'm hot…right?"

Roy growled out a…"yes."

"Fucking mint."

"After the shower, I'll make us breakfast and we can do a pre-match training session."

Jamie nodded, reaching for the body wash and then for Roy.

"No more orgasms until after the match."

"Okay," Jamie said, still reaching for Roy's body to run his soapy fingers across the skin that was still a little flushed from their orgasms. Roy returned the favour and then stepped out of the shower.

"Where did you get these towels? They're so fucking soft."

Jamie laughed. "Honestly, Roy, you really need to let yourself have good things. They're good, ain't they?"

"I saw what you did in the kitchen, you bought shit for it."

"I'm living here," Jamie said.

Roy aggressively rolled his eyes. "You don't cook."

"I bake."

Roy froze, towel around his waist. "What?"

"Me and Simon…he taught me to bake, how I knew he was going to be a good one, he actually spent time with me and not just in that 'I'm scorin' points with ya mummy' way some of 'em tried."

"You've never baked anything."

Jamie shrugged. "After the season ends, I'll make you something special."

"You should get some more stuff from your place," Roy said, pulling open the bottom drawer where he'd put some clothes the day before.

Jamie watched him dress…he'd brought clothes; he'd known he was going to stay. They weren't even the only set in there. Jamie waited until he was dressed before looking up at Roy.

"Omelettes," Roy told him before walking out of the room.

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