Sunday, 15th October 2022
Jamie adjusted himself on the seat, he wasn't in pain and he wasn't uncomfortable but every time he moved he thought about the way Roy had bent him over; feet on the floor and chest on the bed to open Jamie up the night before. The way Roy had fucked him slow and deep and rhythmic until Jamie had come hard and hoarse. The way Jamie had opened himself up in the shower while Roy watched after their training, the way Roy had looked up at him like he hadn't seen anything more beautiful than Jamie while Jamie rode him; keeping the older man's cock as deep as possible and rolling his hips to keep them both building to an orgasm.
"Stop that," Roy growled.
"What?"
"You make a little moan every time you fucking move and I need to think about something else for the next however many fucking hours."
"And you said you can't go twice."
"You're a fucking menace."
"Thanks," Jamie said, giving one more wriggle. "Okay, neither of us are going to think about you fucking me tonight for the rest of the afternoon."
Roy growled.
"I know it's not going to suit the décor quite right but the couch at me place is mine so I can bring it over when the boys move me next Wednesday," Jamie offered, changing the topic and keeping still.
"We can put it up in the loft after the new one arrives."
"New one?"
"I bought one," Roy told him. "I knew what I wanted, but think we might need a couple of single chairs and a coffee table?"
Jamie nodded. "Tell me about the couch and I can suggest some stuff."
"It's not fancy," Roy said.
"Is it plaid, because plaid will not suit."
Roy rolled his eyes as he rolled to a stop in front of Ruth's house. "It's a very nice, black leather four seater couch with recliner features."
"That's mint," Jamie said. "Perfect for the space. A couple of nice wingback chairs and a…ohhh, Ali might be able to make you a coffee table to match the dining room table."
Roy and Jamie walked to Ruth's door, where Phoebe flung the door open as soon as they knocked. She was in her jumper, wearing a bag, all ready to go.
"She's been waiting by the door for the last seven minutes," Ruth explained.
"It's been ages since we went out doing interior design work for the house."
"How is the house going?" Ruth asked.
"Wooden flooring is going in this week," Roy explained. "Final fittings for the laundry and bathroom next week. Then the final electrical work with light fittings, the central sound setup, and whatever else is on the list the week after. It should be all finished by early November. Then I need to organise the fencing and security gate."
"And the window coverings," Jamie said. "The protective screens come down next week and then get replaced by the curtains and shutters."
"Jamie has a list," Roy said. "I don't know why I even answer."
Ruth laughed. "I'll come over next weekend to see it and you can make us dinner."
"And I can spend time with Cruyff," Phoebe agreed.
"And you can spend time with Roy's cat," Ruth said, cocking an eyebrow at her brother.
"Jamie's cat," Roy corrected.
Jamie's smile felt forced for a beat.
"Whatever you say, Roy," Ruth said.
"Let's go, Phoebe," Roy said, opening the door again.
Jamie followed them out. "See you later, Ruth."
"Honestly," Ruth said. "Roy, you're a ridiculous human."
Roy made a rude gesture behind his back, Ruth laughed.
"Bye, Jamie," she said, kissing him on the cheek.
After seeing Ali, where Jamie and Phoebe chattered happily with them about the tables and chairs and options before Roy pointed to one of the three options they'd narrowed it down to, Roy stopped again on the way back to Ruth's.
"What's goin' on?" Jamie asked.
"We have a bedroom to fit out," Roy said. "And a bed for Phoebe to choose."
Phoebe squealed loud enough for all the cars surrounding them to hear and started bouncing in her seat.
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