Wednesday, 9th November 2022

Roy turned over with his alarm.

"Morning," Jamie mumbled, pressing himself closer and trying to keep Roy in his hold.

Roy wrapped his arm around Jamie and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "You were home late."

"I was asking Trent for help writing up a statement for when I launch the foundation. It wasn't that late, Roy, but you were snoring with your book on my pillow."

"Did you have dinner?"

"Mae helped me out with a special meal. Once we got started…" Jamie shrugged one shoulder and burrowed into Roy's chest, head turned into his armpit. He took a deep breath and wriggled. "It just went on and on."

"You should have woken me."

Jamie shook his head. "I just had a shower and crawled into bed."

"My armpit cannot smell good enough for you to have your nose that deep in there."

Jamie shrugged. "Smells pretty good to me."

Roy grunted.

Jamie pressed even closer.

"You can have ten minutes and then we're training."

"Your knee is really hot," Jamie mumbled, his voice tickling Roy's arm pit hair.

"It's fine."

Jamie grumbled. "Ten minutes."

"Ten minutes," Roy agreed.

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"Ha," Jamie said, three hours later when he was sitting and watching Roy cook them breakfast.

"What?"

"The Sun is suggesting I was on a candlelit dinner with Trent last night."

"Were there candles?" Roy asked gruffly.

"It was the back room of the Crown and Anchor; there weren't even tablecloths."

Roy laughed. He placed two plates down and hobbled to the second chair.

"Your knee is getting worse," Jamie said quietly.

Roy grunted.

"Roy, how much longer can you keep pushing it like this?"

"Grab me some ice?" Roy asked.

Jamie nodded, going over to the freezer and pulling out the sheet of ice pack that Roy could curl around his whole knee.

"I can last a bit longer," Roy told him.

"You've trained me well; I can go on my own if you ever need a break. I don't want you to get any worse."

Roy's face went blank. "Yeah, you can do it on your own."

"I don't want to," Jamie told him, remembering when Roy had told him he was going to outgrow the other man as a coach. "I am just worried about your knee; I know I can't do it on my own own – I need you. I never would have made it here without you."

Roy looked down at his food.

Jamie wanted to say more but he knew he needed to be silent and wait for Roy.

They finished breakfast silently and Jamie was heading to the laundry to feed Cruyff when Roy grabbed his elbow. Jamie turned back to Roy who pulled him all the way into his body. Roy kissed him, hand low on his back and hold tight. Roy kissed him like they hadn't in months, kissed him like they hadn't slept together the night before. Jamie met him, kiss for kiss, the wood of the bench pressing into his back until Jamie hopped up onto the bench and pulled Roy into him. Roy's hand was hot outside of his pants and furious when he gripped Jamie with nothing between them. The slide was dry until Roy fumbled around for something and sprayed something slick on Jamie's cock. Then the slide was wet and Roy's grip was almost too tight except he couldn't quite hold his grip. Jamie rutted up into him, felling the roughness of Roy's clothes against his exposed flesh. Roy yanked his knee up higher, near the other man's shoulder and used the slick on his fingers to slip two fingers into Jamie. It was a stretch, but Roy went no deeper than the first knuckle, pulling them out and sliding around his entrance before going in again. Roy worked him, never stopping their kiss, fingers so tight on Jamie's shoulders he knew he was going to have bruises but Jamie was clutching him just as tightly. Roy pulled his lips away to kiss along Jamie's neck, teeth almost nipping but Roy kept pulling away. Jamie couldn't find the words to tell Roy it was okay to mark him, to show the world that Jamie was his…it was a wish and a hope that Jamie didn't want Roy to not follow through on.

"Come for me," Roy ground out in Jamie's ear and Jamie came as Roy's fingers finally slid the whole way home inside of Jamie.

Jamie spasmed, screaming up at the roof.

Roy grunted, buried his head in Jamie's neck and came.

"I know you're going to…" Roy growled. "I know one day I'll be too slow to help you train, but I don't want to stop until I have to."

Jamie wrapped his arms and legs around Roy. "If you're too slow to train with me, you'll just do that thing where you sit and make me do burpees until I throw up."

Roy shuddered against him.

"Are you okay?" Jamie asked, holding on more tightly.

"I told you you're going to reach a point where you'll need a better coach than me."

Jamie shook his head. "You got me to this point; playing on a team that almost won the whole thing last year, that is competing in the top five teams and still had a chance for the Premier League trophy - with a new manager. You did this for me, you saw that I needed to be a prick and a team player and you got me here."

"And one fucking day," Roy said, pulling back. "You're going to be talked about like Beckham, Ronaldo, and Messi but you need a better coach than me to get you there."

"Fuck that," Jamie told him. "You are so much fucking better than you think."

Roy rolled his eyes.

"Trust me," Jamie said. "I'm very fucking honest when I'm being a prick and my prick is still very involved."

"You just came."

"You make me really fucking horny."

"We need to get to work."

"Good thing I'm fucking the gaffer," Jamie said, looking down. "Did you use olive oil on my cock?"

Roy shrugged. "It was right there."

Jamie laughed. "This is going to be a bitch to clean up. You better make it worth my while."

Roy yanked Jamie into a kiss. "After work."

Jamie sighed and let Roy go. "Okay, Grandad."

Roy helped Jamie get the olive oil cleaned off his body and their clothes before they headed into work. They were only twenty minutes late and no one said a word. Jamie felt the press of Roy's fingers the entire day.

He demanded Roy keep his promise as soon as they got home.

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