Thursday, 9th February 2023

Jamie slid into his seat at their table and looked down at the breakfast Roy had made for him. Cruyff was being aloof and refused a pat from Jamie but had been twinning around Roy's legs since the older man had climbed out of the shower. Jamie wasn't upset that Cruyff liked Roy better than him…no matter what the older man said.

Roy huffed out something like a laugh as he sat down. "She's a cat, she doesn't have a fucking favourite."

Jamie poked his tongue out at Roy and picked up his fork. "Are you sure you don't want me to come to your appointment?"

"Ruth is coming with me," Roy said. "And you need to be at the training."

"But I'm your husband, doesn't that mean I come to important appointments with you?"

Roy nodded. "It does, except when it's international week and Southgate has you."

"He let me come to Uncle's Day."

"How did you pull that off?"

Jamie smiled and took a large bite of food so he couldn't talk.

Roy rolled his eyes. "I'll tell you all about it when you get home tonight."

"For our anniversary," Jamie said with a smile. "I know you said you wanted to just be at home for our first month wedding anniversary but where should we go for our second?" Jamie asked. "We could go somewhere fun. Maybe the aquarium…or the zoo, maybe both. We could do the traditional thing, see a show and get a hotel room and fuck nasty."

"We can fuck nasty in our own house."

Jamie groaned. "But we fuck in the house all the time. On our anniversary we have a fun excuse to get a room and have some fun."

"What fun can't we have here?"

"You could pick me up at the bar…like one of your French girls."

"What?" Roy asked, frowning at Jamie.

Jamie sighed and rolled his eyes. "You could pick me up like you don't know me, you could take me to your room, use me like a one-night stand and slip out of the room while I'm asleep, do whatever you want to me."

"I can do that upstairs and what the fuck is the point of not sleeping next to you?"

Jamie sighed. "It's for fun."

"Okay, book the room."

Jamie smiled. "Really? You're sure?"

"I'm fucking sure. But I'm fucking coming back after the little play and sleeping in the same fucking room with you."

"Mint!"

Roy nodded at Jamie's breakfast. "Eat up and then go and show the rest of those fuckers how amazing my husband is."

Jamie preened.

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Jamie walked into the house to find it still dark.

He smiled and took himself upstairs – he wanted to try something tonight. He stepped into the shower and cleaned himself thoroughly, coming out and drying off before he opened the door and called out tentatively to Roy. There was no answer, so he snuck downstairs and pulled a box out from under the spare room's bed. He went back to the bedroom and closed the door. He took his time, moisturising his body, slicking his fingers and pressing a plug into himself, he wriggled around making sure he was comfortable before he took the rest of the supplies from the box. He looked at the lingerie; he didn't know if Roy would like this, but it was something Jamie wanted to try and Roy wouldn't laugh at him, wouldn't make fun, if he didn't find it alluring the older man would tell him but he'd encourage Jamie to wear it if doing so made him feel sexy. He had had the set specially made, so it fit him like a glove. He slid his soft cock into the pouch inside of the knickers, where it could nestle while soft but would hold it if Jamie got hard. The back, almost translucent but not quite, sat perfectly around his backside, holding him just how he'd wanted it to. He was proud of his arse and wanted to make sure it was displayed just right. The final thing he put on was the top…he couldn't call it a bra but it almost was; with a thin strap of twinned silk cord and chain around his neck like a halter to hold it up and another one around his back to hold it in place, with two more dangling down at different lengths. Where there should be cups was a semi-circle of thick, sparkly chain twinned with the silk cord – perfectly cupping his pecs. He was interested in trying a proper bra but when he'd seen this he knew it was what he wanted. The two curves met between his pecks with a gem to match the one on his plug and another dangling down to swing against his skin. He walked over to the mirror and looked at himself, felt his cock react but smiled when he couldn't tell from where it was held. Jamie ran his hands over his pecks, tweaked his nipples, and smiled at himself. It was perfect.

Jamie had to pull himself away from the mirror to go back to the bed and fold the tissue paper back up, close the box, slide it under the bed. He didn't want to get dressed, the tugs and slide of the material on his body was perfect. If Roy liked this, he wanted to get a set that would allow Roy to fuck him without taking anything off. Jamie shook his head and went to the wardrobe to pull on something soft and light that would hide his surprise from Roy until he was ready. The movement of the material over foreign underwear made him hyper aware of every movement and he found himself swaying, trying to get used to the sensations…or prolong them…he couldn't tell but he didn't want to stop.

Finally he pulled his mind back to the present and he started down the stairs; he had other things to do.

Jamie was cutting up the vegetables for pasta when Roy walked in.

"Happy anniversary," Roy told him, pressing a kiss to Jamie's cheek, the corner of his mouth, and finally his lips. They'd said the same words on waking, before their 4am training but had decided to wait until tonight to properly celebrate.

"Happy anniversary."

"Give me five minutes to shower and I'll be back."

Roy smacked Jamie's arse on the way and Jamie bit his lip to keep from making a sound as the plug moved within him. Jamie finished the prep and sat down with a glass of water to watch Roy cook, telling the older man about training and listening to what the team had done without him. Jamie couldn't stop playing with the ring around his finger. They'd decided to only wear them at Richmond or home until Roy was ready. Jamie didn't mind…much, he wanted to scream it from the balcony of Buckingham Palace or on the BBC but he would wait for Roy to be ready. Today felt different, he'd been wearing it for a month exactly. He still froze sometimes trying to believe that he was married to Roy.

"It's been a month," Jamie said. "Still can't believe we're married."

"Regret it?" Roy asked, back straight to Jamie as he worked on the pasta.

"Don't be an idiot, I would marry you again tomorrow but I'm also so fucking…I married you."

"Roy Kent," Roy said quietly.

"Yeah," then Jamie thought about it. "I mean yeah, the Roy Kent but mostly just fucking Roy who snores and likes to pretend he doesn't love our cat and who is scared of colour and who doesn't mind me holding him tight when I sleep so I know he isn't going anywhere."

Roy's body didn't move and yet somehow it relaxed. "I can't believe it still sometimes too."

"Should I get candles?" Jamie asked. "To really lean into the anniversary thing?"

Roy turned around and rolled his eyes. "If you want."

Jamie smiled. "I just want you."

Roy walked away from the stove and bent to kiss Jamie, biting at his lips, sliding his tongue deep and expert until Jamie was panting and Roy was back at the stove before Jamie realised he wasn't being kissed anymore.

Jamie smiled and dropped his head onto his fist to watch Roy working. A few minutes later, his husband plated them both up some food and came to sit across from him. They ate, chatting about their plans to go to the zoo with Phoebe on Sunday after the international match.

"Okay," Jamie said. "Tell me all about the doctor."

And Roy did, pausing every once in a while to eat, as he explained the appointment, the old x-rays, the notes from various doctors, the way Ruth had kicked him when he downplayed some of the pain, the plan for him to go and get a CT scan to see what the actual damage was. The next appointment was when Jamie could go with him and the younger man sighed in relief that he could be in the room next time.

"I have something for you," Roy said when he was done.

"Obviously, it's our anniversary."

Roy shook his head. "This isn't for that, I booked our honeymoon – the Maldives, very private, very beautiful, with just you and I and the ocean. A week after Spain so you don't have to miss Katie for long."

Jamie beamed at him. "Yeah?"

"I believe you asked for a sex holiday in reparation."

"I did."

"We're on the water, there is an outdoor bath where we can watch the sunset, and privacy from the surrounding cabins. You should be able to fuck me as…nasty as you want, and no one will hear me scream your name."

"As nasty as I want? How do you know how nasty I can get?"

Roy rolled his eyes and went back to his dinner.

"Did you get us paper tickets?" Jamie asked.

Roy nodded and picked them up off the chair next to him – sliding it over to Jamie. "My guy organises them for me."

"I love your guy."

"It's all refundable in case something changes with your plans with Katie."

Jamie shook his head and pulled out his phone, taking a photo of the tickets and sending them to his mum. "All sorted, she's going to be stoked for us."

"Good."

"I wonder how many days we can go without wearing clothes," Jamie said.

"If I'm cooking for us, I'm wearing fucking clothes," Roy growled at him.

Jamie laughed. "Probably best, if that rug caught fire we'd cause a bushfire even on the ocean."

Roy bared his teeth at Jamie who laughed with joy. They finished eating and both pushed their plates aside to keep chatting.

"One day," Jamie said. "I'm…fuck, I'm going to have to leave football and we're going to get to spend our anniversary together, no football at all."

"Right here in this house?"

Jamie nodded. "Right here in this house."

Roy nodded and slid an envelope across the table. "Happy anniversary."

Jamie smiled, reaching out and running a finger over the ring on Roy's finger. "My present is upstairs under our bed."

Roy lifted one shoulder. "We can get it later. Open it."

Jamie smiled at him and took the envelope, sliding a finger under the flap and pulling out a slip of heavy paper. He unfolded it and froze, looking at Roy with wide eyes. Roy smiled at him uncertainly.

"Really?" Jamie's voice barely made it out of his throat.

Roy nodded.

Jamie shook his head. "It should be both of us."

"It's not a home I want unless you're living here with me."

Jamie felt the tears pricking at his eyes as he looking down at the paper, it started swimming in front of him. Jamie stood up and rounded the table, yanking Roy's seat out and sitting on his lap so he could wrap himself around Roy. Roy wrapped his arms around Jamie and held him tightly.

"I hope this is happy crying."

Jamie nodded.

"Good, I love you, baby."

Jamie tightened his arms and tried to get the happy crying under control. Finally, he pulled back and kissed Roy.

"Thank you for giving me Richmond Green."

Roy smiled and kissed him back.

"Now get out of my house."

Roy rolled his eyes and brushed the tears from Jamie's cheeks.

"Fine, if you won't leave – take me to bed."

"That I can do."

Jamie smiled and leaned forward to kiss Roy.

"I'll clean up and join you upstairs," Roy said.

"I'm painting the front door orange."

"Fucking menace," Roy muttered. He helped Jamie off his lap and smacked his arse. Jamie beamed at him with a laugh and bounced away.

Jamie didn't do anything when he went upstairs, just stood, next to the bed and waited. There really was a present under the bed; a nice watch for Roy because the other man had given his away in Gretna Green to get the jewellery shop to open up after hours just for them.

"Jamie?" Roy asked, stepping into the room.

"I want you to undress me," Jamie told him.

Roy nodded, walking forward and sliding his hands around Jamie's waist, pulling him close for a kiss. His hands slid under Jamie's top, lifting it. When he met another piece of fabric, Roy pulled back. He watched Jamie's face as he lifted the t-shirt over his husband's head and froze. Tugging the material off with a yank that was just a little uncoordinated and rough. Roy reached out and palmed Jamie's pecks, thumbed at his nipples and then touched a finger to the jewel sitting body-warm between the muscles.

"I wasn't sure if you're like it," Jamie whispered.

Roy yanked him closer and sealed his mouth over Jamie's. "I like you, and you look very fucking hot in this."

"There's more," Jamie said, pushing Roy's hands down to his hips.

Roy's eyebrows drew together as he pushed at the material, catching sight of Jamie's underwear and forgetting for a beat that Jamie's thighs would prevent the material from falling. Jamie caught the hem of his pants below his heel and tugged under he could step out of them, turning for Roy who ran a finger down his left arse cheek.

"You always get me the best presents," Roy told him, plastering himself to Jamie's back and sinking his teeth into Jamie's neck as he fondled up and down the other man's chest.

"I'm open and ready for you," Jamie told him, gasping at the sharp thrust of Roy's hips against him.

Roy reached down and fondled him. "I was going to get you to fuck me tonight."

Jamie rested his head back on Roy's shoulder.

"Tomorrow," Roy said, agreeing with Jamie's silent expression. "Is this just for you," his fingers traced the cup under Jamie's pecks. "Or is this something you want to see me in too?"

Jamie ground back into Roy's thickening cock. "It's something I've always wanted to try and I trust you to let me."

"I want to know everything you've ever wanted to try," Roy told him, pressing kisses along shoulder and neck. "I might not want to try it all, but I want to know and I will never judge you for what makes you hard."

Jamie smiled and hooked his thumbs into his underwear, yanking the back of them down so that Roy would be able to see the plug as he climbed onto the bed and crawled away from him, swinging his hips. Roy growled and climbed onto the bed behind him.

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