Jamie followed behind Roy, trying to hide his erection, hood pulled up to hide his blushing face. He didn't even know what they were gonna do when they got to Roy's place. But whatever it was, he wanted it.
Roy knew Jamie would follow. Because of course he would. Roy just wanted to push to see how far he could get Jamie to go, how far Jamie would take it. He just didn't anticipate how devoted Jamie was, how much he fucking wanted Roy Kent.
Jamie was being a shit as usual. But Roy was used to it, eating his sandwich as Jamie did burpies in the dewy grass of the park. Roy rolled his eyes at a particularly stinging tease from the newly blonde man, he was always joking about Roy's lack of companionship since him and Keeley broke it off when Keeley started her business, and became a lesbian leaning bisexual, but Jamie didn't joke past teasing Roy about his cock forgetting how to get hard.
"Oh shut it already. You probably had more wet dreams about me with that fucking poster on your wall than I've had in my entire life. I have more real life experience." Roy said and took another bite, watching as Jamie finished, standing up, hands on his hips, staring off at the trees.
"Had? Still have, man, I'm not some old crust like you." Jamie said and leaned down, catching his breath. Roy huffed but then realized what the brat had said. Jamie looked completely calm, like he hadn't just confessed that he still has wet dreams for his teammate turn coach.
"What? Can't just turn off a decade worth of wank bank material because I met you. My brains like hard set to it at this point. Took me like two months to stop getting hard every time I saw you. Then again you're a total arse so it wasn't difficult." Jamie kept talking, looking at Roy's shocked face. Roy just looked at him because-
"Fuuuuuck. It is true." Roy said shaking his head as he sat the last few bites of his sandwich to the side. Jamie huffed and came up to stand in front of him.
"What's true?" Jamie asked, needed to know what rumors had been passed around about him. What Roy thought.
"That you moan my name at night, the guys hear it through the fucking walls when we're at away matches." Roy said, voice going deep and quiet as he stood, moving to stand toe-to-toe with the younger man.
"You do, don't you? You still touch yourself like you're a teenager, dreaming about big bad Roy Kent? What fucking you on the pitch? In the boot room? In front of everyone like a real attention whore?" Roy asked, the last word biting.
Jamie stared at him, eyes wide as all his blood rushed to his cock, pants growing quite snug. It was like Roy already knew exactly what Jamie had thought, exactly what he wanted. And it turned him on even more.
Roy huffed, rolling his eyes as he turned, starting to walk away. He didn't even look back at Jamie, not as the younger pulled his zip jacket down to cover the bulge in his sweats, not as he flipped the hood up to hide into, not as he hurried to catch up with Roy's uneven steps.
"Uh… What're we doing? Like now? Right now?" Jamie asked, looking around as Roy just walked, straight backed and confident as always, past people as if he hadn't just been dirty talking Jamie. Jamie kept looking around, head down, at all the passing people getting up and getting to work, hoping they didn't catch what was happening to him, or that they didn't recognize them.
"I'm going to my place. You're following me like a sad dog because you're desperate. Because maybe you just stepped over the fucking line because you don't know when to stop." Roy said, voice growling in a way that Jamie had only ever heard… well when he wasn't supposed to be listening. He didn't know what it meant but he liked the way it sounded, so head down, he followed. All the way to Roy's front step.
All the way until he realized that he was standing inside Roy's place, having been ushered in, standing with his back to Roy, who was locking the door behind them. It was the click of the lock that got him back in his head.
"So wha-" Roy started but was cut off by Jamie's starving lips, by hands that grabbed greedily at his hips, fingers twisting in his jacket as Jamie moaned. Roy tried to keep up but Jamie was starving, hands moving across his chest and back, lips moving manically. Roy had to shove him back, hands on his chest, pushing him back with more force than he'd have expected.
Jamie stared at him, eyes wild, lips pink and soft. He felt drunk, all his dreams coming true, Roy standing there, red cheeked with a steady bulge forming in his pants.
Roy tried to look calm, his breath coming in shakier than he wanted it to, trying to deal with the fact that instead of being embarrassed and laughing it off, Jamie was so so serious. How far could he let it go… How far did he want it to go?
"Roy… please" Jamie didn't mean to sound so desperate, but as the words broke from his mouth, he could hear the years of dreams piled behind them. But he couldn't feel embarrassed, not when Roy's hands were pulling him back in for another kiss.
Roy pulled Jamie back, grabbing onto the front of his jacket where he'd just pushed him away. This time he was prepared, ready for Jamie's hands, ready for his soft lips and hot huffs of breath, ready for the hard line of his cock grinding up when the older man pinned him to the wall.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted this, my whole fuckin' life. Wanted this forever." Jamie said when they pulled apart, heaving for air, lips wet. Roy groaned at that, especially when Jamie leaned down to kiss at his neck, hands grabbing down his back, hips rolling against his. Roy mindlessly kicked his shoes off, boots hitting the floor with deaf thuds as he savoured the way Jamie's teeth were barely scraping his jaw.
"Shut it and do something." Roy teased, meaning to egg Jamie on, playful, like… like this was normal. But the way Jamie growled, a deep sound that tore up from his core, it wasn't playful.
Jamie didn't reply, instead he flipped them, shoving Roy against the wall hard, sealing their lips together, all teeth and tongue. Roy groaned, wrapping his arms around the younger's shoulders, getting his hands into that irritating bleached hair. Jamie moaned, teeth catching on the older man's bottom lip, hands greedily running up and down his body until they reached down, strong and sure, and lifted Roy up, hands under his ass, forcing him up the wall.
Roy let out a yelp, hands going sharp as he grappled for something to hang onto, legs kicking around until they finally wrapped around Jamie's thick waist. He didn't know what to do, people didn't pick him up. Nobody ever picked him up. Ever. Especially not as a thirty eight year old man.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Roy asked, bewildered when Jamie leaned away from the wall, taking on all of Roy's weight, feet sure as they started towards the staircase. Jamie nosed against his cheek, tongue wet and soft as it licked at his stubble.
"Dreamed of this exactly. Hauling your grouchy ass up to your own bed, or not making it and shagging on the stairs. Or against the walls. On the floor right by the door. You said do something about it. I fucking am." Jamie said, leaning against the wall as he made their way up the stairs.
Roy's heart was hammering in his chest. Both from how ridiculously hot it was to carried around, and from the filth that was being hissed into his ear. Jamie didn't even stop kissing him, lips finding places to mark on his neck, his jaw, up by his ears, he wasn't giving Roy a moment to catch his breath. He barely noticed they got to his own bedroom door, lips locked together. It was only when his shoulder knocked into the doorframe, causing Jamie to stumble a bit that he realized that…
"You're not fucking me. That- You're not going to-" Roy started to say, moving to get his feet back on the floor, ready to kick Jamie off. He didn't bottom. He hadn't in… decades. Sure it could be good, but it wasn't what he wanted.
"Shut up and quit fucking wiggling. I'm not gonna fuck you, you arsehole. Jeez, don't have a heart attack." Jamie said, wrangling Roy close enough to toss him down on his back. Roy laid on the bed, pushed up onto his elbows, looking at Jamie ready to throw him out.
"I'm gonna ride you till you give up, ya old twat. I can fuck you later if you're that desperate for it." Jamie teased, kicking his shoes off while his hands went to untie his trackies. Roy watched, eyebrows going up, eyes getting stuck on Jamie's hips, the way his thighs stretched the material of his pants.
He was only pulled out of his stupor by Jamie roughly grabbing the ankles of his own pants, yanking them down and off in one sweeping gesture. He refuse to acknowledge the squawk that he let out, being yanked down the bed as his legs were bared. He was thankful for the elastic waistband that gave way easily. And that his boxers stayed up, at least keeping some of his dignity.
"Tartt" Roy growled, it was unfair that he was the one getting stripped when Jamie was still-
Roy sat up, looking towards the younger only to catch him with his hoodie and shirt pulled up, getting tossed to the side carelessly. He watched, mouth hanging open a bit as Jamie kicked away his own pants. And briefs. Leaving him standing completely nude, hard cock perked up against his stomach, eyes dark in a way Roy hadn't ever seen on the boy before.
Jamie didn't speak as he moved towards the bed, the big orthopedic thing it was. He simply crawled onto it, straddling Roy's body as he shoved the older man farther up to lay in the center, smashing their lips back together in a tongue filled kiss.
"Drawer- Lube and condoms." Roy bit out when he finally pulled away, looking towards his bedside. Jamie sat up, all muscle and smooth skin, he looked like sin. Roy had seen it all before, in different contexts, but still, seeing Jamie blushing pink down his chest, nipples pebbled and cock a fiery red, it was doing things to his head. Because he pushed Jamie to bulk, to build all that soft muscle, to focus on strength rather than looks.
But he looked damn good too.
Roy stripped himself of his tops, keeping his boxer on, pushing his clothes towards the edge of the bed, too focused on watching Jamie reach over to the bedside to care if they actually left the mattress. Jamie dug around, hands fumbling for a small tube of lube,sitting up on Roy's thighs triumphant when he finally caught it.
Roy's hands found their way to Jamie's thighs, groping at the muscle, at the softness that padded his hips, before finally wrapping a hand around Jamie's cock. It was bigger than Roy would have thought, the only time he's seen it before was in the cold shower, small and tucked up against the player's body. But it filled his fist, heavy and decently long. Could feel good, Roy thought faintly as he stroked over the member, imagining how he'd have Jamie fuck him… he did say later…
"Quit touching me, I'm already so fuckin close, Roy." Jamie whined through his teeth, pushing at Roy's wrist, shoving it away. He was breathing heavier, confidence shadowed by need as his eyes fluttered for a moment, coming down from the edge. Roy smirked, moving his hand down to his own cock, stroking himself through the fabric of his boxers.
Jamie took a calming breaths before popping the cap on the lube, dripping some onto his own fingers. He looked up at the ceiling, needing to focus on something other than how warm Roy was, how real it all felt. He reached back behind himself, the movement one he was used to, one he craved, one he tried not to spend a lot of time on, he tried to force himself to relax, his first finger easing the way. He just needed to not clench up and get it over with so he could get Roy ins-
"No condom, huh?" Roy questioned, hand coming up to rest on Jamie's hip, cocking his head to the side, as if he was trying to get a peek at what Jamie was doing. The younger groaned and finally looked down, two fingers tucked inside himself, eyes blurry, and saw how smug the older man looked. He couldn't take it a second longer.
He pulled his hand away from himself, both reaching for the waistband of Roy's boxers, yanking them down enough for Roy's cock to be exposed into the warming air of the bedroom. He froze for a moment, one hand on Roy's hip, the other still in the air half reaching for his cock. He'd tried so many dildos, reading tabloids and women's gossip mags trying to find one that was closest to the real thing. But getting his hand on the real thing was so much better.
He let his first close around the length, dark and hot, so perfect and long, with pubes all trimmed and curly, he couldn't believe how… ideal it was. Jamie didn't realize he was nearly drooling till Roy bucked up into his hand, a squeeze to his hip a sharp warning.
"Come on then. Talk a big game, let's see if you're all bark." Roy teased, his smile a little sharp, the words making something heat up in Jamie's chest. He reached out and slicked up his own cock, dripping a little extra lube on himself to watch it drip over Jamie's fingers.
Jamie huffed, getting up on his knees, moving up on the bed, he looked down to position himself… and not let Roy see as he swallowed the saliva that started pooling behind his teeth. He felt breathless, suddenly dizzy with how real what was happening was, kneeling over Roy Kent's cock, in Roy Kent's bed, in Roy Kent's house, with a naked Roy Kent under him gripping his hip, nearly pulling him down. He started at Roy's face, his beard, his kiss red lips, his hair messy from being pulled, his chest heaving with heavier breaths.
"C'mon Jamie" Roy said, noticing how Jamie's breath was held, how stuff he was. He let one of his hands leave the younger's hip, rubbing up over his stomach, sliding over warm smooth skin, just petting at his chest and stomach. He let his thumb roll over a dusky nipple, feeling the shaky breath Jamie managed, ignoring the sound of his teeth chattering as he did. It was sort of… endearing.
"Stop looking so fucking- ah- smug" Jamie bit out, letting his eyes close as he lowered himself down, Roy's cock pressing against his hole felt impossibly big, bigger than he knew it was. But when it finally slipped inside, the head popping in Jamie couldn't help the whine that left him, the burn was one he didn't hate, but it was more overwhelming than usual. He almost wished he'd spent more time prepping.
Roy groaned, hands grabbing at the softness that sat on Jamie's hips, eyes stuck on watching as he slipped lower. Slowly, slowly, down. It was impossible to keep quiet when Jamie was letting out pathetic pants, thighs twitching, he was all smooth and slick and burning up inside. Roy almost felt bad for him, but when he reached over to give Jamie a few strokes, his cock weeping and abandoned, Jamie cried out dropping the rest of the way down.
"Fuck! Roy! Roy, please, please pleasepleaseplease-" Jamie cried out, torso pitching forward as pleasure cracked like lightning up his spine. He reached out, hands coming to Roy's shoulders, trying to keep himself up as his cock jerked, Roy's hand stilling. His eyes fluttered open, lips hanging open, hole twitching, and just looked at Roy.
Roy couldn't help when he leaned up enough to catch Jamie's lips in a messy kiss, hand leaving his cock to reach up and pull the other down closer, taking his time to savour it. He pulled away with pleasure bubbling up in his hips, pleased, content. He watched as Jamie sat up, his spark returning as he carefully swiveled his hips, small circles as he sighed.
"God, Fuck Jamie, you really like this huh?" Roy groaned out, growling when Jamie lifted up a bit to sit back down. Jamie blinked up at him, his blank look suddenly turning darker, his lips curling up and he smiled, open mouthed and animalistic.
Jamie couldn't stand it. Roy thinking he was some… some something. Because it was Jamie who was in charge, who was going to drive Roy crazy with pleasure. Because Jamie was the best.
The younger rose up on his knees, pulling himself off till Roy's tip barely stayed in before slamming back down. Roy's head went back with a moan, hands scrambling to get purchase on Jamie's thighs, his sides, anywhere he could grab. Jamie didn't let up, muscles working overtime to keep pace, the bed moaning under the effort.
Roy couldn't tell what noises were his or Jamie's. The slapping sound bounced off the walls, the wet noise only adding to the mix of Jamie's throaty begging noises, Roy's groans and cries, and the mix of their panting. Roy was getting closer, it was impossible to try and prolong the inevitable. The visual of Jamie's perfect body, his cock bouncing between them, the sounds of the near violent fucking, the feeling of Jamie's tight hole, his clenching muscles, everything, it was driving Roy insane.
Jamie knew it wouldn't be long till he spilled, his thighs were screaming, but he could tolerate it. Even after his morning work out, he could keep it up till Roy blew. He tried to hold out, to keep rhythm, to ignore the orgasm that was clawing at his insides and focus on Roy's hands, his grip surely leaving bruises.
"Jamie- Fuck- Jay- I'm gonna fucking-" Roy bit out, the words aching as they were forced out. He couldn't help as he bucked into each of Jamie's thrusts, throwing off the rhythm as he chased his own orgasm, wanting nothing more than to fill up the younger, wanting to fucking give him what he wanted.
Jamie wanted. He wanted so badly for Roy to cum inside, to fill him, to be able to feel it drip out of his hole, to be stretched and wet and used up- He could feel himself crying out more than he could hear it.
Roy groaned, orgasm crashing through him as Jamie came down a few more times, hard and fast. He was lost to the world, gasping as he emptied into a shivering whining Jamie. His fingers were digging into Jamie's thighs, heart racing in his chest, eyes sealed close. He just let it happen, letting his mind turn off.
Jamie was panting, slumping over as he sat on his knees, legs feeling like liquid, tears tickling his eyes. He felt drunk, sparks still stuttering around his body as he looked at the wall in front of him. When he finally looked down he couldn't help but smile. Roy looked fucked out, face all relaxed and nice, hands slid down to loosely rest against Jamie's knees, Jamie's cum splattered across his stomach, matting the hair into clumps.
Jamie huffed a laugh, feeling good, full, tired. He was good at sex, and he was proud of that.
"You win, Tartt." Roy said when he opened his eyes, exhausted, and saw Jamie's soft smile. He always got a little… soft after sex. He wanted to make sure Jamie was okay, that he felt good. Jamie hummed and nodded, hair a disaster where his headband had slipped down to hang around his neck.
"Hop in the shower, Coach?" Jamie asked, looking down at where he knew cum was slipping past his rim, making a mess of them both. Roy rolled his eyes and tapped Jamie's hip, making him rise up and flop down beside him.
"Alright?" Roy asked when he stood up, stretching his back a bit, looking over his shoulder at the younger. Jamie nodded, smiling as he laid against the high thread count sheets.
Roy let Jamie lay against him in the shower, let the younger pet and touch more than wash, let him drag them into more lazy kisses, running through all the hot water together.
It was only when Roy turned on the big light that he noticed something… off. He had tossed Jamie a spare pair of underwear and a sweatshirt, having thrown on some pajama pants himself. He looked at his bed, the middle was a bit… sunken in.
Jamie stood beside him looking at it.
"I think you broke my bed." Roy said and Jamie turned scarlet.
"Roy, I know my ass is big and all but it's not- I didn't break your bed. It was like that." Jamie said, waving towards the bed. Roy shook his head, pointing to the floor.
"It was not. Look underneath, see if there's something loose." Roy said and found his phone, still in his trackies pockets, Turing on the flashlight and tossing it to Jamie who got down to peer underneath the bed.
"Roy I did not break your-" Jamie said while Roy looked through Jamie's clothes' pockets, finding his own phone. He turned when the younger stopped short, expecting some answer.
"What? You fucking did didn't you- Ah!" Roy's eyebrows went up as he turned to look at Jamie. Who was holding two half's of a slat. Completely broken in two.
"There's like three more that are iffy." Jamie said, face tomato red as he looked horrified. Roy couldn't stop laughing. He'd never let Jamie live this down.
