Tuesday, 22nd November 2022
Jamie stepped off the plane, little bag slung across his chest. He walked through the gates and towards the taxi rank. He froze when he spotted the figure standing there in black, and the second smaller one in bright purple holding a blue and yellow sign. Jamie changed directions and headed for Roy and Phoebe. Phoebe spotted him first, bumping her hand into Roy before rushing over to Jamie. Jamie dropped to one knee and absorbed the impact of her hug.
"Hi, Jamie!"
"Fifi," he offered, standing and turning her in a circle like his mother enjoyed. She giggled into his ear.
"Hi," Roy said gruffly from behind them.
Jamie turned around and smiled at Roy. "Hi, didn't expect to see you."
Roy shrugged. "No reason for you to get a taxi when Phoebe and I could pick you up."
"Thank you," Jamie said. "How was training?"
"Fine," Roy told him, "Phoebe."
Phoebe nodded and pulled her hood down over her face so they could head out of the airport.
"Some famous twat must be coming into Heathrow tonight, there were some photographers outside," Roy explained.
Jamie nodded, "Sorry."
"Why, they'd take her fucking picture because of me…my lawyer told me to stop breaking their cameras when they tried so now I just steal the memory cards."
"But Mum and I came up with a better plan," Phoebe said. "A hood works just as well and Uncle Roy doesn't get in trouble. That's two pounds, Uncle Roy."
"You know where the coins are in the car."
"Thanks, Uncle Roy," she held her hand out so that she was holding onto his as they walked too. They made it past the photographers without any issue, they were looking for something more interesting than two footballers and a small, headless child heading to the carpark.
When they climbed into the car, Phoebe reached forward for the little container where Roy kept his pound coins. Jamie had started stealing 20 quid off him once a week and getting it changed at the café down the block so he could refill the container. Roy growled at him the first time but since had handed Jamie the lilac note.
Roy drove the car down the side of the house, along the length of the back garden and parked at the rear fence.
"The driveway is finished," Jamie said, looking around. "When?"
"Today," Roy said with a smile. "The secondary fence and gate go up later this week, but we'll trap the gate open while they finish the cellar conversion."
"How's it going, I feel like I've been away for more than just two days."
"Let me show him, please, Uncle Roy?"
Roy nodded. "Lead the way."
Phoebe grabbed Jamie's hand and pulled him happily behind her. Jamie turned to throw Roy a wink in the light from the car lights and headed for the ramp and stairs down into the cellar conversion. The lights came on automatically when they went inside, and Jamie froze. Phoebe hadn't expected it and bounced back into him. Jamie stood, dumbstruck, until he felt Roy's warmth at his back.
"You," Jamie said, turning to look at Roy, tears pooling in the corner of his eyes.
Roy smiled at him, lips barely moving but somehow it hit Jamie in the stomach like one of the wide, easy smiles Jamie has seen the other man share with Phoebe…and Jamie in moments the younger man felt he would remember until he died.
"It felt right," Roy told him gruffly.
Jamie turned back. On the wall across from the ramp and entrance, in a wide arc on the wall above the pool the tiler had spelt out 'Platypus Green' in sea green tiles against the ones that Phoebe and Jamie had picked out.
"I got to see them putting it up," Phoebe told him, tugging on his hand. "Uncle Roy made me promise to keep it a surprise. He said you couldn't know until you could see it."
Jamie turned back to Roy and leaned forward to press a kiss to the edge of his mouth before walking across the floor so he could trace the name.
"It's the coolest thing ever," Phoebe told him, bouncing around. "It's officially Platypus Green now and the house is going so well!"
"I should send Mummy a picture," Jamie said, fumbling for his phone.
"Here," Roy said, taking the phone off Jamie and handing it to Phoebe. "You take a picture of Jamie and I."
"Okay," Phoebe took the phone and walked around to the other side of the pool.
Roy pulled Jamie into his side and stood them at the side of the words. "Make sure you get the whole name."
Phoebe rolled her eyes aggressively. "Just smile."
Jamie looked at Roy who was actually smiling for a photo. He heard the click of the camera and then started and turned to face Phoebe. "I weren't lookin'."
"No," Phoebe giggled. "You were making a face at Uncle Roy."
Jamie smiled. "Now I'm smiling."
Phoebe took a few photos, then moved and took some more. "I'm hungry, what's for dinner."
Roy growled and shook his head. "We have to go in through the back door, there's still no way in from here. I'm making pasta."
"Do I have time to have a shower," Jamie asked.
"Of course," Roy told him, "Phoebe and I will make dinner while you get yourself sorted."
"I'm staying over tonight, Jamie," Phoebe told him. "Mum is working for the wanker again."
"Phoebe!" Jamie and Roy reprimanded at the same time.
She beamed at them. "Mummy said I could call him that."
"She did not," Roy grumbled. "Scoot your boot upstairs."
"He is though," Phoebe told Jamie.
"Not the point," Jamie told her. "I think that should cost you more than a pound."
Phoebe looked at him with shock. "But…that's not fair."
Jamie hmm'ed and followed them out of the cellar conversion and up into the house.
Jamie stopped in the laundry and pulled Cruyff into his arms, holding the kitten close.
"Did you double in size while I was away?" Jamie asked. "Did Roy take good care of you?"
Cruyff meowed at him, attempting to climb up his chest.
"Of course I did," Roy said gruffly, scratching the cat on the head.
Jamie grinned at Roy and put Cruyff down, watching the cat dart out into the kitchen to twin around Roy's sock-covered feet. Jamie toed off his own shoes and left his bag on the bench to sort out later. He grabbed his phone and messaged the images to his mum. He looked at the first one, with him looking at Roy with an expression he didn't want to think too hard about.
"Send those me to as well?" Roy asked.
Jamie nodded, heading for the stairs and sending Roy the other photos; the ones where they were both looking at the camera and smiling.
His mother called him back before he reached the top of the stairs.
"Hello, Mummy."
"Hello, Jamie. I saw the photo."
Jamie nodded. "I don't know what to do now."
Georgie sighed. "The same thing you were going to do before."
"Yeah," Jamie said, walking into the bathroom and then back out to the bedroom.
"Yeah," Georgie agreed. "What are you doing now?"
"About to have a shower."
"Then have one, enjoy your night and remember the right moment will come, my sexy little baby, when it comes say what you need to."
"Yes."
"Goodnight, Jamie."
"Goodnight, Mummy, love you."
"You too."
Jamie ended the phone call, put his phone on to charge and went into the shower.
Roy was sitting on the bed when Jamie came out.
"Hi," he said standing, walking over and pulling Jamie into him. "Sorry about Phoebe."
"Never be sorry about Phoebe."
"I left her watching the pot for a moment," Roy said, kissing Jamie, pressing the younger man back into the wall. Jamie wrapped his arms around Roy and kissed him back, licking into the other man's mouth until he could feel the hardness of Roy's cock pressed next to his own. "Not enough fucking time."
Jamie shook his head. "No."
"Time enough for this," Roy said, spitting on his palm and gripping Jamie's cock, working him hard and fast, the little twist just before the head, hard down at the base, curling his palm over Jamie's head every sweep…all the ways he knew Jamie liked it. Keeping at it until Jamie locked eyes on him and came, the towel caught between them to catch Jamie's spend.
"I wanted to fucking take you apart slowly," Roy told him. "I wanted to open you on my fucking tongue and make you come on my fingers before I fucked you in half with your feet in the fucking air until you screamed loud enough to wake the old lady next door."
"Fuck," Jamie moaned, his orgasm feeling like it was following Roy's guttural words. "Roy."
"Fuck," Roy said, yanking himself back. He looked at Jamie and swore. "I wasn't going to…fuck, you're so fucking," Roy kissed him again. "I'm going downstairs, you're a fucking sex menace."
Jamie laughed as Roy adjusted himself with one hand and then went to wash his hands.
"Fucking menace," Roy growled as he opened the door and walked stiffly down the stairs mumbling about Ted and Beard having sex to make his erection go away.
"Some people might find that hot," Jamie called at his back quietly.
Roy turned to glare at him. Jamie laughed and went back into the bathroom to clean himself up so he could head downstairs.
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