Friday, 11th November 2022

Roy unlocked the door and heard Jamie singing in the bathtub. He smiled and carried the bags into the kitchen, putting everything on the bench and then turned the oven on. He pulled the piece of fresh silverside out of the bag from the butcher and rinsed it under gentle water before he put it onto a roasting tray, he mixed together Dijon mustard, olive oil, garlic, and a little parmesan cheese to coat the top of the meat. He waited for the oven to come to temperature then slid the meat into the oven and collected the vegetables. It wouldn't be a traditional roast; no gravy, Yorkshire pudding, or cauliflower and broccoli cheese but it was still within Jamie's diet. He prepped the veggies for roasting and put the harder ones into the bottom of the roasting pan around the beef. He prepped the other ones that he was going to steam and put them on the unlit stove. Roy tidied up after himself and then set a timer on his phone before going upstairs. Jamie's voice louder and a little off key as he got closer. Roy walked into the main bedroom, striped off, and stood in the doorway of the bathroom watching Jamie pencil in hand as he worked on a cryptic crossword.

"How's the crossword going?" Roy asked, voice a low grumble.

Jamie started and then beamed over at Roy. "Good. You coming in?"

"Coming in you?" Roy corrected, attempting a wink.

Jamie laughed brightly and placed the crossword book and pencil out of the way. "That was atrophic."

Roy rolled his eyes and stalked towards the bath. "Wrong word."

Jamie shrugged. "You're not after me brain."

"Am so," Roy told him. "Scootch."

Jamie slid forward in the bath, leaving enough space for Roy to step in and gently lower himself down into the water.

"Fucking hell, this is hot."

"Told you you'd like a sexy bath."

"I meant the water, you numpty," Roy said, pulling Jamie back into his body.

"Whatever, old man."

"Don't call me an old man if you want my cock."

Jamie let his head rest back on Roy's shoulder so he could see the older man out of the corner of his eye. "There is a joke right here," Jamie lifted his hand and touched one of the grey hairs that was hiding in Roy's hair – he only had about three that Jamie had found but they went straight to his heart…and cock, "about old man cock."

Roy let out a wheezing laugh and bit at Jamie's shoulder. He slid his hands down into the water and spread Jamie's thighs as wide as the bath would allow then ran his fingers down slick skin on the inside of the younger man's thighs. Roy's soft cock was snuggled into the dip of Jamie's entrance.

"What do you want?" Roy asked.

"Everything," Jamie said, body tight.

Roy swirled the tips of his fingers in circles, small and bigger, towards Jamie's hardening cock.

Jamie nodded. "More."

"Of what?"

"My cock is right there, Roy."

"So?" Roy asked, flittering his fingers back towards Jamie's knees.

"Wrong fucking way."

Roy huffed out a breath into Jamie's neck.

"Roy," Jamie whined.

"Use your words."

"Move you fucking fingers up higher and wrap one around my cock while you cup my balls and tug on them a little before moving your finger tip down and breaching me to the first knuckle dry," Jamie exploded.

Roy followed the instructions to the letter, Jamie panting out instructions until he couldn't find the words and Roy kept him right there, on the edge, water all over the bathroom floor until suddenly Roy's alarm went off and just as quickly Roy's fingers were gone and Jamie was being pushed forward in the bath. He came back to himself to watch Roy wrap a towel around his waist after quickly dying himself off.

"I'll be back."

Jamie stared at his back and then fell back into the bath, more water splashing onto the floor around him. "What the actual fuck?" Jamie looked down at his still hard cock and wondered if he should finish himself off.

"Don't touch," Roy yelled from the bedroom door.

Jamie's cock was still just as hard when Roy showed back up, looked at the floor and then rolled his eyes. He threw his towel down onto the water, stopping it getting into the bedroom and giving him something to walk on, before walking towards Jamie.

"Scootch," Roy told him.

"Get in here and get me off, I want-"

Roy shook his head. "This time you're not giving me instructions."

"This time?"

"You have until the timer goes off," Roy told him, sliding in behind Jamie. "Now, tell me about your crossword."

Jamie growled but pressed back into Roy and splayed his legs as wide as he could. "Can't do normal ones, only the cryptic ones," Jamie started as Roy began drawing crossword boxes on his skin…filling each one with a letter Jamie couldn't make out. "Me Nanny used to do them, and she'd look after me when mum worked her second job. She worked that one to pay for the shit I needed for footy…not just that but mostly. That's why as soon as I could I started sending her money every fortnight so she don't have to work but she still works at the school 'cause she likes the kids. Nanny'd read out the clues as she worked out the puzzle and I started getting good at it. I used to make her a crossword for her birthday when I was a sexy little teenager."

Roy laughed, the crossword boxes coming to life under his fingers finally reaching Jamie's sack. Jamie thought he might be able to come from that with a little more pressure.

"Ever thought about doing one for charity?" Roy asked.

Jamie laughed. "Who'd want to do a crossword set by me?"

"I would," Roy told him, moving the word he was currently creating to Jamie's cock. The word moving along the line of the vein throbbing there. "Also, you're a fucking fit and well-known footballer, I think they'd be interested."

Jamie nodded.

"Are you going to go silent again?" Roy asked, his finger tracing over the current box again and again until Jamie found his words.

"I hate the clue 'a cheese made backwards," Jamie said.

"What's the answer?" Roy growled in his ear.

Roy slid one long, tapered, expert finger into Jamie and Jamie screamed the answer as he came. "Edam."

"Good lad," Roy told him, holding Jamie close as the shivering aftershocks hit Jamie hard.

Jamie startled when Roy's alarm went off again. "What is that?"

"Dinner," Roy told him. "I didn't want to have to either eat burned food of have to remake dinner just because you're fucking distracting."

Jamie laughed. "I'm all dirty now, there is so much spunk in this water."

Roy laughed. "I'll check dinner, you're not going to fall asleep again are you?"

"I didn't fall asleep," Jamie argued. "I just rested on you with my eyes closed."

Roy growled.

"No," Jamie said, standing up and then helping Roy. "I'm cleaning the bathroom and then having a shower."

"I'll come back up when I've checked on dinner."

"Sure, sure, leaving the clean up to me," Jamie told him, throwing a flannel at Roy's back.

"Make sure you wipe out the bath so we don't get a spunk ring," Roy told him.

Jamie watched that arse walk away and then used their old towels to mop up the water before he trekked them downstairs and into the laundry. He paused at the entrance to the kitchen.

"What are you making?" Jamie asked. "Because my nose is telling me something that can't be true."

"It's a roast…without most of the really nice extras but it's still roast beef."

"Am I dying?"

"What?"

"You're making me a roast, I must be dying and no one told me."

"Almost a roast."

"I'll fucking take it," Jamie said.

"You're dripping," Roy told, nodding at the towels.

Jamie nodded and continued his work, throwing them into the washing machine and then going back upstairs to finish cleaning up. When he was done, he stepped into the shower. Roy opened the door moments later and they soaped one another up, and down.

Jamie savoured every bite of the meal, not caring that it didn't include the other bits his Nanny would make for him when he was younger, and every time he came home for long enough to have lunch at her house.

"That's in me meal plan and this is the first time I've eaten it?"

"It's a treat."

"Fuck, what did I do?" Jamie asked, stomach turning and the food turning to acid.

"It's a treat just for the sake of it," Roy told him, reaching out and wrapping long fingers around Jamie's wrist.

Jamie slumped. "Ain't never had a treat for dinner like this."

Roy smiled at him gently.

"Swimming pool is going in Monday," Roy told him. "Nigel called this morning."

Jamie nodded. "He was here when I got home, he was showing me where I need to clear the garden. Think I'll do it Monday on me rest day, ain't much there but I can move it all 'round the back."

"I have to go in Monday," Roy said.

Jamie nodded.

"Just for a few hours in the morning."

Jamie yawned. "Ain't easy being the manager."

Roy nodded, his fingers flexing where they were still softly holding Jamie's wrist.

"You're a good manager," Jamie told him.

Roy looked at him. "I don't think I want to be manager."

"Why?"

"It should be Nate."

"Not asking about Nate."

"He's not going to get red carded at a match…twice."

Jamie huffed out a laugh. "The ref was wrong."

"I know."

"And so you had our backs. Nate's a mint coach and all but he ain't gonna get red carded."

"He's better at it than I am, just needs to keep from going Marla, Carla, and Darla from the Muppet caper movie."

Jamie stared at Roy for a beat.

"You've never seen it?"

Jamie shook his head.

Roy stood up and grabbed his phone from the bench. He was one of those people who didn't even have their phone in the room with him while he was sleeping…unless Jamie distracted him and they fell asleep with it there.

"Hey, Ruth, can I talk to Phoebe for a second." A beat. "Hi, Ruth, how is life going? How was your day? Did you have any difficult surgeries? Do you want to come to the game on Sunday? What did you have for dinner tonight." Another few beats. "Jamie's never seen the Muppet caper movie."

Even Jamie could hear the squeal.

Roy turned and smirked at Jamie.

"Yes, we have a Friday game next weekend so I'll chat to your mum about coming over and we can show them to him. Yes, you can have popcorn…no, he can't."

Jamie sighed; he fucking loved popcorn and he was going to fucking smell it and it was going to be hell.

"Maybe five pieces," Roy relented, looking at Jamie indulgently.

Jamie grinned and stood up, starting to clear away the dishes and pack away the leftovers.

Roy chatted to Phoebe for a few minutes and then pressed the phone to Jamie's ear.

"Heya, Fifi."

"Jamie! You haven't watched the Muppets?"

"Muppets Christmas Carol, is the best movie ever made," Roy offered.

"I don't think that's true," Jamie told Pheobe.

"You can't tell Uncle Roy that," Phoebe laughed.

"I'll watch them with you," Jamie said, looking at Roy with a grin. "But only for you; not for Uncle Roy."

"Cool, can we do another diamond glue thing?"

"Sure, what should this one be?"

"Can you get a princess and a dragon one?" Phoebe asked.

"I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks, Jamie, goodnight."

"Night, Phoebe."

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