(In which Jamie finds a video compilation of Roy praising him in public, breaks his table after the best orgasm of his life, and then has to face Roy again the next day.)
Now Roy is the one staring at him, “Your… table refused to listen? It's a fucking table, Tartt, it's not gonna fucking listen to you.”
Jamie rolls his eyes, “No shit, mate. It's a piece of crap table that fell apart just after I fucking put it together. It's the last time I fucking buy something that isn't already finished.”
Roy seems to relax, hands shoved into his leather jacket, “Need me to take a look at it?”
“Why? You some fucking carpet man or something?”
“Carpenter?” Roy asks, his nose twitches briefly, “Never mind. You free the rest of the day?”
Jamie shrugs, “Yeah, it's Wednesday, what else am I gonna do on a Wednesday night?”
Actually, he'd been planning on trying out the new telly in his bedroom and watch some more videos, he had found out that the video he watched the previous day was simply part one of five. He might've hurt his foot a little, but it was a good fucking orgasm and it made him sleep like a baby. Best fucking sleep of his life, swear down.
Roy nods, “I'll make us dinner.”