Saturday, 14th October 2022 – PM

"Fuck," Roy said, storming through the change room before stalking into his office and slamming the door behind him.

The team shuffled in a few beats later, looking and feeling dejected. Nate and Beard filed in at the back. The team settled in around the room, sitting down on the floor or benches and looking at the closed door behind where they could still hear swearing.

"I know we haven't had a good first half," Nate said. "But we can still turn it around."

"They're six goals up," Jan pointed out.

The door slammed open and Roy stalked out of his office. "Fuck."

"Coach?" Jamie asked, what felt like about three hours later when no one else looked like they were willing to speak.

"They are fucking outplaying us."

"Yes, Coach," Jamie agreed. "What do you want us to do about it?"

Roy's chest softened suddenly. "Go out there and have fun."

The room was so silent, they could all hear seventeen bottoms moving where they were sitting.

"Roy?" Jamie asked.

"Roy?" Beard asked.

"We are fucking six goals fucking down and we are going to go out there and play to have fun and kick goals and if we fucking lose, I'll pay for kebabs for dinner for everyone."

"And if we win?" Nate asked.

Everyone turned to look at him.

"You can fucking pay for yourselves," Roy growled out.

The team stood up…they could do this, they could have fucking fun out there.

They did lose, but only by three – Jamie scored a hat trick by being the biggest prick he could.

When they filed into the locker room at the end of the game, Dani hugged Jamie – hefting him off the ground.

"You played like a demon," Dani told him.

Jamie hung his tongue out and chuckled. "Coach said have fun, so I had fun being a prick."

"Tartt!" Roy yelled. "Boot room!"

Jamie pointed at himself, and Roy nodded. He sighed and walked into the boot room. Roy closed and locked the door, dropped the blinds, checked for Will, and then yanked Jamie over to the seats so he could sit down, yank Jamie's shorts and compression shorts down and lean forward to swallow Jamie whole.

"Roy," Jamie panted, sliding his fingers into Roy's hair.

Roy pulled back and pulled Jamie down into a kiss.

"You played so fucking beautifully," Roy told him, hand firm on his cock until Jamie was hard.

"You told me to have fun," Jamie said.

"And you were a fucking beautiful prick," Roy said, leaning down and sucking Jamie down and into his throat.

Jamie leaned over, one hand in Roy's hair, the other gripping the shelves in front of him. He panted, biting hard at his lower lip until he felt his cock kick and he came down Roy's throat. Jamie collapsed forward; trusting that Roy would catch him. Roy did, his face pressed into Jamie's tummy until the younger man was able to catch his breath. Jamie pulled back.

"I wanted to do that the second you made Hardcastle's face turn red."

Jamie beamed. "That was thirty seconds into the second half."

"Exactly," Roy said, leaning up and kissing Jamie deeply.

Jamie reached for the waistband of Roy's pants but the older man caught his hand. "Roy?"

"As soon as I get you home, I'm going to fuck you until you scream my fucking name."

Jamie's cock kicked.

"Wait a minute before you come back to the locker room. You can have a chicken kebab."

"Garlic sauce?" Jamie asked, hopeful.

Roy opened his mouth and then nodded, kissing Jamie once more before walking straight out of the room.

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"We can't do that again," Roy told him, in the car on the way back to Platypus Green.

"What?"

"I shouldn't have dragged you into the boot room."

"I liked you dragging me into the boot room."

"I promised myself it wouldn't happen at work," Roy told him, reached out and taking Jamie's hand.

"Oops."

Roy sighed. "I'm not going to do that again."

"Okay," Jamie said. "I'll try to be less sexually attractive."

Roy laughed. "If you could that would help."

"Can I remain sexy enough for you to rail me when we get home?"

"You couldn't stop me…unless you asked."

Jamie laughed. "You rethought that halfway through."

"I did."

"I know you wouldn't force me to do anything I don't want to do," Jamie told Roy, stretching out. "That was a fucking good kebab."

"You're doing extra burpees tomorrow for the garlic sauce."

Jamie sighed. "What about I ride you instead?"

"Not tonight, but after training in the morning."

"We could skip training all together and I could just ride you twice."

Roy growled. "I'm too old for twice."

"I'd let you make me breakfast between," Jamie offered.

"After match training, same number of burpees, and then you can ride me."

Jamie sighed, flopping back against the chair. "Fine, afterwards…do you want to go for a drive with me, I know a guy who could make you a really cool dining room table."

Roy grunted, turning into the street. "I need to sort out a better fence and security for the front of the house."

"Yeah," Jamie agreed.

"Give them a call," Roy said. "We can go after lunch, Phoebe will want to come too and she has a birthday party in the morning."

Jamie nodded. "Mint."

Roy let them into the house, Cruyff meowing and twinning around their legs in happiness. Jamie lent down and picked him up.

"You have five minutes to be upstairs and naked," Roy told him, walking towards the stairs.

Jamie immediately started towards the laundry, dropping Cruyff in the room, apologising and promised a long play the following day, before washing his hands and stripping as he was walking up the stairs.

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