Saturday, 24th September 2022

Jamie woke slowly, warm and safe, the sunlight behind him was still weak and he realised it must be after 4am, but he didn't jolt with worry because Roy's arms were still wrapped around him, a hairy leg thrown over his thighs. Jamie sighed, blinking, and turned deeper into Roy's hold.

Roy made that grumbling noise he did when he was waking up.

"What time is it?" Roy asked.

"No idea," Jamie told him, pressing a kiss to Roy's ear since it was right there asking to be kissed. He wondered when Roy would become one of them blokes that got ear hair.

Roy grumbled and lifted his head, twisting to see the clock without losing contact with too much of Jamie's skin.

"Well?" Jamie asked.

"Not even six yet."

"Mint," Jamie said, wriggling around until he could kiss Roy properly. Jamie came with a growl moments before the doorbell rang and Roy swore, loudly. Jamie looked at the clock.

"Fuck," Roy said, climbing off Jamie and lapping at the spunk on his hand absently as he looked down at his still hard cock and towards Jamie who looked wrecked. "Stay here."

Jamie nodded lazily and watched Roy pull his pyjama pants back on. Jamie listened to Roy grumble his way down the stairs and stretched out, wriggling his fingers and toes until he felt that pleasant stretch. He was disappointed, he knew Roy had been gearing up to do that thing where he used Jamie's own come to start opening him up before reaching for the lube.

Jamie climbed out of bed and headed for the shower, letting the hot water roll over him. He heard Roy in the room behind him and then the cool air behind him as the door opened and then the older man was standing behind him, his cock still half hard.

"It was the fucking landscapers here thirty minutes fucking early."

Jamie nodded. "Keep those plans from this morning for tonight."

Roy reached down and slid his cock between Jamie's arse cheeks.

"Clench," Roy growled with his lips against Jamie's ear.

Jamie nodded and tightened his glutes, holding Roy's cock snug as the older man rutted into him, short thrusts travelling up the nerves of Jamie's back, making him wriggle to work out the sensations in his neck. Roy growled and bit down on Jamie's neck to keep him still. Jamie whimpered and clenched at the hand wrapped around his middle.

"Good," Roy said. "Good, that's, yes."

"Come for me, Roy, I want your come."

Roy growled and came, hot and slick as it slid down Jamie's inner thighs.

"Roy," Jamie said, stepping out and turning so he could kiss Roy.

Roy's fingers slipped between his cheeks and slid over Jamie's hole, pressing with just a fingertip. "Can you come again?"

"For you," Jamie promised.

Roy kissed Jamie, never pulling back as he held Jamie close and continued fingering Jamie while Jamie's hand cupped his own cock, happy to get himself off if Roy kept holding him like he was precious. Jamie came, panting and lightheaded because he couldn't bring himself to pull back from Roy's mouth.

"Good lad," Roy said, hugging Jamie to him.

Jamie preened under the praise.

"Think we can go back to bed?" Roy asked.

"I want to get some shit organised before Phoebe gets here."

Roy growled.

"But I'll let you make me breakfast and play footsie with ya under the table."

Roy growled again and reached for the body wash.

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Phoebe and Ruth arrived at quarter to nine, Ruth trailing behind Phoebe who was dressed in her gardening outfit.

"Jamie!" Phoebe yelled, rounding the corner and running towards him.

"Fifi," Jamie responded, dropping to one knee for a hug.

"I'm so glad to see you," Phoebe told him. Phoebe was holding on super tight.

Jamie looked up at Ruth, she made a face that was half grimace, half hope. "What's happened, Fifi?"

Phoebe sighed with her whole body and pulled back. "There is a terrible boy in my class who says I'm lying about you being one of my friends."

Jamie gaped at her. "That little troll, do you know where he lives? I can go and show him just how much of your friend I am."

Ruth bit her lower lip.

"Will you come to news with me on Tuesday? It's my week to bring something in instead of just having to talk and you're in lots of my stories so if you came."

"I'm there," Jamie promised. "And you tell me which kid it is and they are the only ones who won't get an autograph or a poster or…what should I bring in for the class?"

"What's going on?" Roy asked, walking over.

Phoebe pulled away from Jamie and went to tug Roy down into a hug, he lifted her off the ground to make it easier on his knee. She told him the story and Roy's growl made it to the guys levelling off the area for paving next to the extension. They looked over for a beat and then went back to work.

"I'm going to Phoebe's school on Tuesday," Jamie said.

"Good," Roy put her down. "I'll come too."

Jamie rolled his eyes.

"Thanks, Uncle Roy."

Roy growled.

"We should get started," Jamie said, trying to stop the conversation and what it was doing to his cock…Roy being protective of people he loved did something to Jamie that he knew was tied to his wish to be someone Roy loved.

"Yes," Phoebe said. "What are we doing today?"

Jamie walked the group over to the edge of the area that was being worked on. He turned and looked across the backyard; sometimes he couldn't believe backyards in the middle of London could be this big but it was a fucking old and very fucking posh neighbourhood.

"Behind us they are putting in a section of paving and then next to it laying some very nice, soft grass that is going to be mint to play on."

"Yay!" phoebe said, holding her hand up for a high five from Jamie. He slapped her hand and then focussed.

"I think we should mostly leave the left side alone today, it's some beautiful big trees and they are all safe."

"Perfect for a treehouse," Phoebe whispered on a sigh.

"And I was thinking a hammock between the trees where someone could have a secret afternoon nap and not be papped from above."

"Hammock?" Roy asked.

"I bought one the other day, the team are going to fit it when we're done."

Roy growled. "Right, when we are done, I'm putting my fucking card in your fucking phone so you will fucking well stop fucking buying shit for the house you won't let me pay you back for."

Phoebe had started counting the swearing on her fingers.

"It's just a hammock," Jamie said.

"It's not just the fucking hammock," Roy pointed out. "It's the entire bedroom suite and those fucking soft as a fucking cloud towels, and all of the things you bought for the kitchen and every other fucking thing."

"Fine, give me your card and I'll use it," Jamie told him, rolling his eyes and turned to look at Ruth who was pressing her lips together with one finger.

"That's nine pounds, Uncle Roy."

Roy nodded. "Jamie's set up a fucking bowl in the kitchen for my loose change, that's an even ten."

Phoebe whooped. "I can buy that book I want to read."

Roy looked at her. "When did I last take you to the bookstore?"

Phoebe tried to look innocent, and only managed it because of the blonde hair and outfit. "So long ago, Uncle Roy."

"Mint, we can go later," Jamie said. "Going to leave the big trees on the left and then we need to fill the bathtub against the fence."

There was an empty, old bathtub against the fence to the right in the middle of a bare patch of earth with piles of old pots surrounding it.

"That's going to be an herb garden, and we're going to plant a bunch of flowers around it in those pots. Then add some colour around the border. We don't actually have a lot to do today."

"Can I organise the pots?" Phoebe asked.

"You sure can," Jamie said. "Ruth, Roy, there are some nice camping chairs in the kitchen to sit on until I use Roy's money to buy a nice outdoor table."

Jamie took Phoebe over to the bathtub and showed her some of the options for the pots. He stepped back when he was done and lifted the pots where she wanted them as she directed him. A moment later, Roy stepped into his sight and looked at the potting mix and the shovel. He peered into the tub.

"Roy, what are you doing?"

"Helping."

"You don't have to," Jamie said. "This is something fun for me and Phoebe to do."

"I'll just do the manual labour then, are you doing anything to the tub before filling it?"

"Nope, I already ran a pipe from the plughole into the soil, so it doesn't overwhelm the pots."

Roy froze and looked at Jamie. Jamie looked up and cocked an eyebrow at him, but Roy just shook himself and then grabbed the shovel to start filing the tub.

"Gloves first," Jamie said, pulling off his own. "Use mine and I'll grab my other pair, you don't want a blister between your thumb and forefinger – the only have to do that once to be more careful next time."

Roy made a growl of agreement and took the gloves.

Phoebe and Jamie finished placing the pots and Jamie showed her the seedlings he'd bought.

"I know we used established plants out the front but I thought it was a better idea to use seedlings for these so they can go in any spot or pot."

Phoebe nodded. "Am I placing them?"

"Yep, one per pot, but nothing on the green tarp, those are the herbs."

"What herbs did you get?" Phoebe asked.

Jamie started naming the herbs he'd bought, pointing to them as he went.

"Those are all of the ones in the cupboard," Roy interrupted.

"Of course, why use those when we can grow our own?"

Roy nodded and went back to shovelling.

Phoebe and Jamie placed the plants, then Jamie grabbed a bucket, filled it with potting mixture and started potting in the plants.

Phoebe and Roy filled the bathtub with potting mix and then Roy lifted Phoebe in to stamp down the soil a bit to make sure it didn't drop too low after they planted. When she was done, Roy lifted her out with a grunt that made Jamie look up at Roy. Roy put Phoebe down on the ground and pointed to the plants.

"Work out where they should go."

Phoebe nodded and Roy filled the bathtub again. When he was done, Phoebe started planting the herbs.

"Wait, Uncle Jamie…sorry, Jamie, how will we know what's what?"

Jamie's brain had stopped working when she called him Uncle Jamie. He looked at Roy who also looked gobsmacked.

"Sorry," Phoebe said, eyes wide and lip starting to drop.

"It's okay," Roy said. "You just surprised Jamie is all, he doesn't have any siblings."

Jamie thought about his Mum's secret from when they were in Spain and nodded. "That's all, it happens, yeah? I once called my teacher Mummy."

Phoebe's face changed and she giggled. "Really?"

Jamie nodded.

"Maggie in my class did that a couple of weeks ago."

"See, easy as watching Uncle Roy cook."

Phoebe nodded and pointed to the herbs. "How will be know which herb is which?"

"I forgot," Jamie said, "Ruth, on the kitchen bench is a bag of labels with stakes, can you grab them please?"

Ruth nodded and went inside. She came back with the bag and handed them to Phoebe.

"We could buy nice big rocks and paint them up with the names, but I thought this would work better for now," Jamie said.

Phoebe nodded and went back to potting the herbs, making Roy slide the labels into the soil when she finished each one. Jamie caught Roy's flinch. The downstairs bathroom with large shower just perfect for someone who's knee was having issues wasn't ready for Roy yet and Jamie knew Roy had twinged his knee and was going to be in a lot of pain later tonight. Roy glared at him; Jamie held his hands up in defence.

Phoebe finished before him. "Uncle Roy, what are we having for lunch?"

"What do you want?" Roy asked her. "I went shopping so I can make you almost anything."

Phoebe grew quiet. "I'll think about it."

Jamie kept working as Phoebe headed back over to her mum and climbed into her lap.

"You're all dirty still," Ruth said with a laugh, pressing a kiss to Phoebe's hair.

"What should we make Uncle Roy make us for lunch?"

Ruth whispered something into Phoebe's ear and moments later she called out.

"Uncle Roy, can we get Chinese?"

Roy growled.

"Please?"

"I am fine to cook," Roy said.

"But, Chinese…" Phoebe said. "Szechuan beef and fried rice with prawn crackers and honey chicken and fried wontons."

Jamie groaned. "I'm with Fifi."

"You're not allowed to eat Chinese," Roy told him.

Jamie sighed. "A little bowl?"

"Fuck no."

"A spoonful?"

"Fuck no."

"Pretty please?"

"No!" Roy growled out.

Jamie dropped his voice down. "I can make it worth your while, if you look the other way."

Roy's eyes darkened and he licked his lower lip. "A very small bowl."

"Mint! Ruth, get to ordering please."

"Will do," Ruth called back with a knowing chuckle.

"Which toilet can I use inside, Uncle Roy?" Phoebe asked.

"The one downstairs is working," Roy told her. "The one in front of the stairs."

"Okay," Phoebe bounced off.

Ruth stood up too. "I'm going to go and snoop."

Jamie laughed. When she was gone, he realised the workers were also on lunch, so he stood up and crowded Roy against the fence.

"They'll be back in a minute," Roy told him.

Jamie nodded. "Just enough time for a kiss."

Roy rolled his eyes affectionately, and yanked Jamie into him, sealing his mouth over the younger man's and licking his way in.

Ruth called out loudly as she was walking around the corner of the house. Jamie stepped back and dropped to his knees, readjusting his half chub, and sticking his hand into the potting mix as he tried to will it away.

"Lunch is ordered," Ruth told them. "Are we eating out here or inside?"

"Inside," Roy told her. "I'm going to clean up."

"Are you digging that one up," Phoebe asked, coming and standing next to him.

"What?" Jamie looked down and realised his hand was in one of the pots he'd already finished. "Just adjusting it."

"Only three to go, do you want me to help?"

Jamie shook his head. "I'll finish up, you've cleaned your hands already."

Phoebe nodded and sat down near him to tell Jamie all about her week at school.

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Ruth left after lunch, Phoebe and Roy on their way to the bookstore, while Jamie researched the best way to relax Roy's knee enough for a massage to help.

When Roy got home, Jamie took him upstairs, watching how Roy took each step slowly and awkwardly.

"How about a bath?" Jamie asked. "I can finally show you how fun it is to rest against a nice warm body in a nice warm bath."

"I'm not sure I can today," Roy said.

"I hear it's good for your knee," Jamie told him.

"It's fine," Roy grumbled.

"Can you let me make it better?" Jamie asked.

Roy was silent the rest of the way up the stairs and into the bedroom. Roy kept going into the bathroom and turned to look at Jamie. "I might need some help getting in and out."

Jamie nodded. "Good thing you've made me so strong, innit."

Roy nodded.

Jamie drew the bath and Roy undressed slowly. The younger man poured some Epsom salts into the water along with a few drops of lavender oil. When he was done, Roy was standing behind him naked, his knee inflamed.

"Just give me a sec," Jamie said, undressing quickly and then climbing into the bath. He steadied Roy as he stepped into the bath and then helped him sit, as far forward as he could comfortably before Jamie slid down into the hot water himself, pulling Roy back so the older man could rest against his chest. Jamie reached around Roy and rubbed at the tight muscle of Roy's thigh. Roy dropped his head back onto Jaime's shoulder and groaned with each press of Jamie's fingers.

"Too hard?"

Roy shook his head.

Jamie kissed Roy's shoulder as he worked the muscle, listening to the noises Roy made get less guarded and allowed him to work out where to move his fingers. After a while, he pulled his hand back and wrapped his arms around Roy's middle.

"Is that any better?" Jamie asked quietly.

"Yes," Roy told him.

"When we get out, I'll give your calf a massage too," Jamie told him, kissing along the line of Roy's shoulder in front of him.

"You don't have to," Roy told him, his body relaxed into Jamie making the younger man protective and honoured to have been allowed to see him like this.

"I want to, was it lifting Phoebe?"

Roy shrugged. "I wasn't holding it right."

Jamie nodded. He let his fingers trail through Roy's wet chest hair, his mind wandering until the water grew cool.

"Ready to get out?" Jamie asked.

Roy jolted.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm convinced about baths," Roy offered, voice soft.

"You mean I was right?"

Roy nodded.

"But you won't say it."

Jamie could feel the eyeroll though Roy's whole body.

"You were right."

"Fucking mint," Jamie said, kissing Roy's shoulder again. "Scoot forward again, I'll stand and help you up."

Roy nodded. He moved forward, Jamie stood and climbed out of the bath, bracing Roy as the other man bent his good knee up and stood. Jamie enjoyed the play of muscles in Roy's arms and back as he did it. Roy stepped out gingerly, holding onto Jamie. When Roy was steady on his feet, Jamie stepped away to get a towel and started drying Roy off. Roy moved where he was told, allowing Jamie to rub the water from Roy's rug of chest hair and down his leg. Jamie pressed a kiss to the swollen knee and then kept going until Roy was dry.

"Wait here for a moment," Jamie said, opening the cupboard near the doorway and grabbing one of the big, fluffy bath sheets. He took it into the bedroom and laid it out on the bed.

"I could have done that, you're still all wet."

Jamie shrugged. "Lie down on your front, then I'll get you to turn over."

Roy watched Jamie walk back into the bathroom and kissed him before walking into the bedroom.

Jamie grabbed his towel and dried himself off. He pulled on a pair of soft pants and opened the bathroom cupboard to pull out the massage oil.

Roy was lying on the bed, arms curled around a pillow and neck bent so he could watch Jamie.

"Get comfortable," Jamie told him. "Do you want music or something?"

Roy shook his head.

Jamie nodded, he stopped next to the bed and poured some massage oil into his hands. He lathered it down Roy's thigh, working his thumb in like the physio at work had showed him when Jamie had asked her the best way to help Roy.

Roy made a noise.

"Too hard? Not right?"

"Where did you learn to do that?" Roy grumbled.

"I asked Janine."

"Why?"

"So I could help you."

Roy froze.

"You never let anyone help you."

"I do so."

"You think you have to give all the time, but it's okay to let me help you."

"Fuuuuck," Roy groaned, when Jamie hit a knot, ending their stalemate.

"There?"

"Yes," Roy agreed, making a noise in his throat that was half pleasure, half pain.

"Good."

Jamie went back to work, kneading the length of Roy's thigh until the muscle was soft and then moving down to his calf, sitting at the bottom of the bed so he could hook Roy's ankle over his calf to really work the muscle. Roy tensed again, the tone of his pain changing. Jamie kept going, until Roy's moans grew low and pleased.

"Do you want me to do your foot too?" Jamie asked.

"You don't have to."

"That's not what I asked." Jamie said, rolling his eyes and moving his hands down to Roy's foot, pressing his thumbs in firmly.

"Yes, please," Roy said between moans.

Jamie smiled and worked Roy's foot for a while, not able to feel the same softening he'd been waiting for that he'd managed with Roy's long muscles. When he was done, Jamie had Roy turn over and started at his ankle and worked his way up Roy's leg until Roy was snoring softly. Jamie smiled, tucked a pillow under Roy's knee like he did when lying on his back, and went to wash up. He pulled out a blanket to keep Roy warm and went out for a long run. Roy was in the kitchen when he came back, cooking something that smelled like heaven.

"Roasted chicken with vegetables," Roy told him, when Jamie cocked his hip against the kitchen bench next to Roy.

"Smells amazing."

Roy leaned over and kissed him. Jamie pressed himself close.

"How does your leg feel?"

"Really good," Roy told him, pressing Jamie back into the kitchen bench. "Thank you."

"Wonderful," Jamie said, dropping down to his knees and working Roy to an orgasm.

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