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Sure enough, as soon as the locker room starts to empty out for the day, Jamie approaches him, wearing that ridiculous ICON hat and an unreasonably loud button-up. "Go on," Roy says before Jamie has a chance to speak. "Keeley told me you wanted something. Let's get it over with."
Jamie gestures him toward the unoccupied treatment room and shuts the door behind them. Roy crosses his arms. This should be interesting.
"Right. I, er, wanted to get your help with something." He stalls out, staring into the middle distance, and Roy fights the urge to smack him on the back of the head to get him to snap out of it. Before he loses the battle, Jamie comes back to himself, shaking his head. "Look, my last few hookups haven't exactly… worked out. I'm off my game."
Roy raises his eyebrows, wondering what this has to do with him. He's vocally not part of the Diamond Dogs so he doesn't have to deal with this shit. "And?"
"And… when I was talking to Keeley about it, I realized that, y'know, you're actually a good coach. And you know. Like, you managed to land Keeley. Not that she's— you know. A prize to be won or nothin'. But clearly you know what you're doing."
Trepidation rises in Roy's throat, and all he can think about is how wrong it was of Keeley not to give him a proper heads up about this. He might have to demand they sleep separately tonight. "Get to the point," he says through gritted teeth.
"Right. I was wonderin' if you might… teach me?"
Roy can only stare back at him. Teach him… what, how to pull? How to fuck? Roy must be dreaming, because there's no way in hell the Jamie Tartt he knows has the bollocks or the self-awareness to ask him for such a thing. Jamie's eyes only seem to get rounder the longer Roy looks at him, as if he's growing more hopeful of a positive answer. That particular delusion snaps Roy out of it. "No. Fuck no. Why the fuck would I wanna do that?"
Jamie shrugs. "Because you like knowing that you're better than me at somethin'?"
Well, he's not wrong about that. An image flashes through his mind of Jamie saying he's an ugly boy, and he mentally shakes it off. But— "That still gives me no incentive to teach you," Roy points out.
Jamie pouts, and for a moment Roy considers just walking away from this conversation. "Please, mate. I just need some help. If it's because of Keeley— I'm not tryna do anythin’ with her, I promise. I don't even hafta talk to her, if you want." He raises one shoulder in an unassuming shrug. "But if you could ask her for her advice, too, I dunno. She gets me." He looks back up at Roy warily. "Plus, I would owe you?"
Roy barks a laugh. "Tartt, if I were keeping tabs, you would already owe me for the entirety of two lifetimes." The laugh, at least, has broken him out of his weird trance. He shakes his head, clapping Jamie on the shoulder. "It's not gonna happen, mate. Find somebody else to talk you around from your dry spell."
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“You are a traitor,” Roy says to Keeley as soon as he gets home. "I can't believe you didn't warn me about what he was actually gonna ask."
"I wanted you to keep an open mind!"
"About giving Jamie Tartt tips on fucking?"
"Well, if anyone could teach him…" she says with a flirtatious curve of her lips, slipping into his space. "C'mon though, it's not just that. He's been having a rough go of it, and when I told him he couldn't rely on me for emotional support, the next person he thought of was you. That's gotta be flattering, right? I think he just needs a proper pep talk."
"You're cute," Roy says, pulling her into his arms. She nuzzles into his neck, but he doesn't let that distract him. "But there's no force in this world that can convince me to have another heart-to-heart with that bloke. If he can't figure out how to get laid anymore, that's his own problem."
Keeley hums, though it's unclear whether it's in agreement or argument. Her nuzzles turn to kisses, and then she starts sucking at his neck, high enough that Roy will have to wear a turtleneck if he doesn't want the team to comment on it. Luckily he doesn't give a fuck what the team thinks, and her mouth on his skin feels amazing. He runs a hand up and down her back, thinking of suggesting they relocate, when Keeley speaks up again. "It doesn't have to be a heart-to-heart, you know."
Roy furrows his brow. Her tone of voice is just a touch too innocent. "...Okay," he says hesitantly.
"Maybe he needs a more practical lesson."
He's even more wary now. "What does that mean?"
"I mean, I don't mind if Jamie watches us fuck."
This time, he pulls away to look Keeley in the eye. "You don't?"
"No, 'course not." She shrugs. "Jamie's always been a better visual learner than a listener anyway."
Roy stalls, his mind working overtime as he looks into her eyes, trying to figure out what she really wants here. Normally he'd give Keeley the world on a silver platter without stopping to think, but this is far enough out of his comfort zone to give him pause. He's never been a prude, but of all people, why did it have to be Jamie Tartt? He can't imagine actually having a good time with Jamie running his idiotic mouth the whole time. He might be over his jealous streak when it comes to Jamie, but that doesn't mean he's ready to show him his dick.
Keeley's look is contemplative as she watches him work through it. "Here's the thing, babe. I love you."
Roy nods, resigned. "But?"
"No 'but'. I love you, full stop. I had something with Jamie a while ago, and sometimes it was fun. Okay, a lot of times it was fun. But it wasn't love— not for me, anyway. I cared about him; I still do. But I'm in love with you. If doing this is gonna make you doubt that, we won't do it."
"But you want to do it," Roy says, clarifying rather than contradicting.
Keeley shrugs. "I think it'd be fun, to have him see how good we are together." That makes Roy smile. "And I reckon that's what he wants too, so he can be better for the next girl. So everyone wins."
"So this has nothing to do with Jamie himself." Keeley shakes her head. "It's not, like, revenge, or that you're not being fulfilled."
Keeley laughs. "Definitely not." She scrunches up her nose. "Maybe a tiny bit of revenge. I'm not a saint. Wouldn't it be fun if he were a little bit jealous?"
Roy laughs and fits his hands around her hips. With a nudge, she hops into his arms, twining her legs around him. "Alright. Enough talk about Jamie Tartt. I'm taking you to bed."
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Roy allows Jamie into their home on a Thursday night. He’s still getting used to it, calling Keeley’s place home, but with Jamie there, it's easier to consider it their place. He's no longer the guest here; Jamie is. He knows better than to say something like that to Keeley, though. As far as she’s concerned, Roy has always belonged here, and his moving in was just a formality.
The only major changes he'd made moving in had been the workout room—which used to be the room where Keeley sent abandoned projects to die—and adding a set of shelves for his books. Jamie surprises him by going straight toward the bookshelves, studying the titles there.
"Is this the one the gaffer gave ya?" Jamie asks, pulling down the now well-worn copy of A Wrinkle in Time.
"Yeah. It's good." Roy says, smiling a little as he remembers Meg's bravery. "Too bad you threw yours away without even giving it a shot."
"Right, yeah." The side of Jamie's face scrunches up, and he squints. Roy isn't sure if he's going for a grimace or maybe just needs the loo. "I don't suppose you remember what mine was?"
"No. But Lasso might tell you, if you ask him." If Roy knows Lasso at all, he probably still has the book—dug out of the trash, or a new copy—hanging around just in case.
Jamie shoves his hands in his pockets. "Maybe."
Roy hears Keeley's key in the lock a second later, and his relief at not having to keep Jamie entertained by himself any longer is immense. She looks stunning as always, with her hair tied back and a cheeky little jumper with a boob window. They'd joked before that she could be a proper superhero with a jumper like that.
"Hey babe," Keeley says, setting aside her briefcase—a 'rose gold' monstrosity that the clerk had helped Roy pick out for her birthday—and slinks up next to him, leaning up for a kiss. "Hey Jamie. Has Roy offered you a drink yet?"
"Fuck no," Roy answers over whatever Jamie says.
Keeley just shakes her head affectionately. "C'mon."
She pours them each a glass of wine and asks how training went. Roy is grateful for the distraction, and launches into a rant about Colin's inability to stay focused lately. He expects Jamie to join in and complain about his teammate, but other than the occasional noise of agreement, he stays oddly quiet.
Once they hit a lull in the conversation, Jamie clears his throat. Roy notices that he's barely touched his wine. "So, how is this s'pose to work?"
"Right," Keeley says, setting her glass aside. She takes Roy's hand and squeezes briefly. "Roy and I talked, and we both felt a little weird about, like, giving you sex advice. We're not exactly experts or anything," she shrugs, "but we've agreed we can give you a practical demonstration." Her voice rises at the end as if it might be a question, and she nods at Roy to ask for confirmation. Begrudgingly, Roy nods back.
"Practical?" Jamie repeats, darting a confused look between the two of them.
Keeley sighs. "We've decided you can watch us fuck."
"If—" Roy interjects, "you keep your fucking mouth shut." He fixes Jamie with a glare. "Can you do that?"
Jamie thinks about this for a second. "Can't I ask questions though?"
"No."
"But I'm supposed to be learnin'!"
Keeley nudges Roy, and the look on her face tells Roy to be kind. He grunts in resignation. "Fine. But you'll only speak when we say you can."
Jamie doesn't need further convincing, and he follows them upstairs like an eager puppy. Roy tries to forget he's there, but he's impossible to ignore as he pulls Keeley’s loveseat closer to the bed before spreading himself out in it as if it’s a throne and he’s crowned himself king. It’s such typical Jamie behavior that Roy doesn’t waste the effort to roll his eyes.
"Hey," Keeley murmurs, her fingers dancing against his waist as they settle onto the bed. "Still good?"
Roy can't help but smile back at her. She's really too good for him. "Yeah," he mutters back. Clearing his throat, he speaks up. "Right. First thing you need to remember is that it's not about you. It's about her." He skims his hand down Keeley's side, brushing against the soft skin of her stomach where he knows she's slightly ticklish. Her answering giggle and slight flinch makes him forget their weird situation for a second. "It's about what she wants," he says, speaking to Jamie, but never taking his eyes off Keeley.
Roy settles over her on the bed, leaning in for a kiss, which she responds to immediately, pulling him in and sweeping her tongue into his mouth. The kiss turns heated quickly, and Roy takes his time with her, starting to undress her and letting his hands explore all the places that make her gasp in delight. She arches against him beautifully, deliberately brushing against his cock, and he nips at her lip in reprimand for the tease.
The clearing of a throat draws Roy out of what was turning into a lovely moment, and Roy cuts his eyes at Jamie to find his hand raised.
He waves him on, and Jamie asks, "How do I know what she wants?"
"Try fucking asking her," Roy says, exasperated.
Jamie pouts. "C'mon, mate. It ain't always that easy."
The look Roy shoots Keeley asks, You dated this guy? Her reluctant shrug says, Yeah, but as you can see, I leveled up.
“Keeley,” Roy says, listening to his own advice. It's not about him, and it's definitely not about Jamie. "You had a long day at work, yeah? I wanna make you feel good. What can I do for you?"
“Well, Roy,” she responds, matching his tone, “you know how much I love that tongue of yours.”
Jamie snorts. “Oh yeah, you’ve always liked that.”
“Oi, what did I fucking say about talking?”
Jamie’s eyes go wide and, surprisingly, he snaps his jaw shut. Keeley continues, ignoring the interruption. Her fingers caress his cheeks, sliding through his stubble. "You always feel so good against me."
"You want my mouth," Roy says, confirming.
"Yeah," Keeley says with a smile. She touches her fingers to her own lips. "But before you head down, kiss me here like you'll kiss me there."
Roy grins. She's putting on a bit of a show, but he's happy to oblige her. He thinks he might actually be having fun, despite the unfortunate onlooker. And it's not as if he doesn't have plenty to show off. He leans back into her slowly, running his tongue along the seam of her closed lips, pushing his way into her mouth before pulling back, nipping at her lower lip and then kissing her deeply. He gets his good knee between her legs, and she responds instantly, rubbing up against him as he sets her imagination running wild. In the distance, as if coming from another world, Roy hears a masculine moan, and a weird sort of satisfaction trickles down his back. If he weren't otherwise occupied, he'd tell Jamie off for interrupting, but as it is, he can let this one go.
Normally, he'd take his time moving down her body, pressing lingering kisses along her skin, sucking at her nipples until she's writhing under him, but today they've agreed to leave her bra on. So instead he shifts down the bed, removing her knickers and getting straight to it.
She's already slick with arousal, the sharp taste of her a heady rush as Roy slides his tongue along her folds. He licks and sucks at her clit in teasing bursts, drawing out her pleasure as he moves back to her cunt, licking in deep as his hands stroke her quivering thighs.
"Fuck yeah, babe, make me come," Keeley says, her thighs tensing as she grips Roy's hair. He flattens his tongue against her clit and lets her ride out her orgasm against him, hips working as she gasps and moans. His dick twitches in interest as she comes, and he can't help but press down against the mattress to get a little friction.
Eventually, the tension flows out of her body and she soothes her fingers over Roy's scalp. "That was a hell of a good start," Keeley says, smirking as she urges Roy up for a kiss.
Jamie's voice cuts in briefly. "Can—" he begins, but Roy notes with a touch of satisfaction that he doesn't go any further. When Roy pulls out of the kiss and waves permission for Jamie to speak, he asks, "Can I touch myself?" Roy narrows his eyes at Jamie, assessing the situation. Of course he's not surprised that Jamie is turned on; Roy and Keeley are amazing together, after all. "Please," Jamie says, biting his lip and shifting in the loveseat. Roy realizes that he's no longer holding his regal pose, but instead looks exactly as he is—a voyeur who isn't sure if he should be ashamed of his erection.
Roy looks back at Keeley, and they have a quick discussion with a few gestures and several movements of their eyebrows. "Fine," Roy finally says with a sigh, "but keep quiet about it. And don't come until we say you can. We don't want to be distracted by the sound of your wank tears."
When he turns back to her, Keeley is grinning like the cat who got the cream. "It's so hot when you boss him around," she says, loud enough for her voice to carry. "He likes it, you know."
Jamie's answering moan as he gets his hand on his cock isn't exactly in line with Roy's instructions, but Roy also knows how hard it is to resist Keeley's teasing. So instead of shouting, he just shoots a glare Jamie's direction, and Jamie obediently bites his lip and quiets down.
"Hey," Keeley mutters, sliding her hand down to grip his cock through his briefs. His hips stutter forward before he's even aware of it. "You wanna fuck me?"
"What kinda question is that?" he says with an affectionate laugh. "Like asking if water is wet."
"Well, I know I am," she shoots back, and there's an aborted sound from Jamie's direction. Roy makes quick work of the rest of his clothes and finds Keeley waiting for him with a condom in her hand and her legs spread.
"You are too good," he says, sliding forward for a quick kiss before taking the condom from her.
When Keeley's worked up like this, it's always easy to make her come a second time once he starts fucking her, and tonight is no different. She grips at his shoulders and rides out her pleasure, complete with these pretty little moans that have Roy fighting for control.
Keeley doesn't let up once she comes down from her second orgasm. Roy can tell from the way she rocks up to meet him that she wants it a bit harder tonight. He doesn't tell Jamie that—it's not something he needs to know, and it's basically the same advice he's already given—pay attention to what she wants. But he knows if he doesn't give Jamie something more than a show, he'll be asked to do this again. With that in mind, he lifts himself up further and looks down at Keeley, jerking his head toward Jamie. "You wanna tell him why this works for you?"
"Fuck, Roy. You expect me to be coherent right now?"
"I can slow down if you like," Roy says with a grin.
Keeley glares back at him. "Don't you fucking dare." She takes a couple deep breaths, though they don't seem to temper the urgency with which she's moving against him. "Oh god, I dunno, he's just really good with his hips, y'know?"
"Yeah?" Jamie asks, sounding out of breath.
"Yeah," she confirms. Her voice stutters as Roy fucks into her with even strokes, and fuck if it isn't the hottest thing he's heard all week. "It's never a question of if I'll come, y'know? More—how many times."
Roy bites back a moan and loses himself a bit in the warm softness of her as her words sink in. He's always paid special attention to making sure she's getting at least as much out of their time together as he is, but it's nicer than he expected to hear it confirmed from her own lips.
He can't help but kiss her then, and she responds enthusiastically, pulling him in close. Roy can never get enough of kissing her; she always manages to taste so sweet.
The way they move together starts to get more frantic, and Keeley's hand slips between them as she moans into Roy's mouth. When she finally pulls out of the kiss, her face flushed beautifully, Roy can nearly predict what she's going to ask. "You getting close, babe?"
"Yeah," Roy confirms, breathing hard. "You gonna come again?"
"Yeah. Keep moving just like that," Keeley urges, her fingers sliding frantically over her clit.
He does as she asks; he can hardly do differently as he feels himself getting close to the edge, the scent and sound of her clouding his senses, threatening to overwhelm him. "Fuck," he cries out, hips stuttering as he starts to come, his cock gripped gloriously tight as Keeley rocks through another orgasm. She giggles as she clenches around him, bringing a smile to his face while the rest of the world fades away.
A hazy minute or so later, Roy lets his weight sink down onto Keeley, pressing lazy kisses over her skin, when a petulant whine reminds him that it's not over—not everyone in this room is physically sated. He and Keeley turn to Jamie in unison, then back to each other. "Should we?" Roy asks, and Keeley makes a show of thinking about it.
"Please," Jamie says brokenly, gripping his cock at the base, then giving in and stroking a few more times. Roy has to admit, it's impressive to see Mr. Instant Gratification holding himself back. And it doesn't hurt that he's doing it all at Roy's command. If he'd known things were gonna go this well, he might've been more open to it from the start. But probably not.
"Well, alright. Since you said please," Roy allows, and Jamie moans as he fucks into his fist with a renewed fervor. Just a few solid strokes and he's coming, crying out his pleasure as he makes a mess of his shirt and hand.
"Ahhh, fuck," Jamie exhales, sinking back against the cushions, his eyes lidded and his face flushed. His expression has lost that air of false bravado he's always wearing—he just looks happy, and it's definitely an improvement. "That might be the best I've ever had with me own hand. Shit."
Keeley gives a little wriggle that makes Roy's cock think about perking up again, but he's not as young as he once was. He carefully pulls out, then reaches for the box of tissues next to the bed, chucking them at Jamie. "Clean yourself up, you filthy wanker."
It should be more awkward, as Roy and Keeley clean themselves up and Jamie zips up his jacket over the remaining mess. Roy tosses Keeley her robe before grabbing one of his own, and together they walk Jamie to the door. It's weird, and yet they act like it's just the end of any visit.
"Right," Jamie says at the door, his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets. "Thanks for this. I do appreciate it."
"Hope it helps," Keeley says, giving his arm a little squeeze. Roy just nods.
And with that, Jamie turns and heads back to his car. All together, it went about a million times better than Roy expected.
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Roy makes it a blissful two weeks after that without having to think about Jamie Tartt more than is strictly necessary for his job as coach. And then Jamie steers him into the treatment room again.
"Oh, fuckin' hell," Roy says. "Don't tell me we're doing this again."
"C'mon, it wasn't that bad, was it?" Jamie asks, smiling winningly. Roy just stares back at him, unblinking. Jamie sighs. "Look, I've tried everything you said, but I dunno, it doesn't work the same. No one I've taken out wants to tell me what they want; they just expect me to know." It fits with what Roy's observed in his limited time with Jamie—he does benefit from direct instruction. Jamie sports that vulnerable look that somehow seems to get past Roy's defenses and adds, "I think I need more lessons."
Roy crosses his arms. As soon as Keeley gets wind of this, it's fucking over—he knows how much she enjoyed the first time, even though she'd tried to downplay it later. But he doesn't have to let Jamie know that. "I'm not running a volunteer classroom, y'know. I'm not Tony fucking Hart."
"I'm not sayin' we gotta do what we did last time. Just like, let me come over and talk. I'll bring dinner?" he tries. Roy slowly raises one eyebrow, keeping silent. "And wine?"
Roy makes him wait for another minute, privately enjoying every time he shifts on his feet. Finally, he growls a bit as he answers, "Wine for Keeley. Beer for me."
Jamie smiles, a genuine one this time. "Deal."
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Dinner is a relatively normal affair, mostly thanks to Keeley. Jamie brings takeout from Keeley's favorite Italian place, along with a bottle of white wine and a six pack to share with Roy. Keeley chats about her day, namely her newest client, a YouTube personality who can't seem to stop saying the wrong thing.
"Well, if anyone can rehabilitate a dickwad's image, it's you, babe."
"Oi, was that a dig at me?" Jamie says.
Roy only shrugs in response. He gets a light kick and a nose wrinkle from Keeley, followed by a rougher kick from the other side. He hides his smile in his beer.
Roy wishes they could put off the subject forever, but as they finish up dessert, the subject switches to Jamie's sex life once more. "I just dunno what I'm doing wrong," Jamie says.
Keeley, bless her, looks contemplative. "You know what Roy said, about giving your date what she wants?" Jamie nods. "Jamie, do you know what you want?"
"What d'you mean?"
"Like, if your date asked you what you wanted, like what Roy showed you—what would you tell her?"
"I dunno. To suck my cock, probably?"
Keeley frowns and looks to Roy for support. "Not just how you want to get off, arsehole. When you take these women out, what are you looking for?"
Roy half expects him to say 'to get off,' but instead Jamie shrugs and stares down at the table, clearly uncomfortable.
Keeley sits up, steeling herself. "Okay, let's try it a different way, yeah? What are some things you've liked about some of your recent dates?"
Jamie thinks about it for a few seconds. "There was one who didn't know me from the telly, and just barely knew anything about football."
"And that was good?"
Jamie fidgets with his beer bottle, turning it around and tearing at the label. "Better than the ones that saw Lust Conquers All. That weren't me, on that show."
Keeley nods. "So nobody who's made up their own version of you. That's good! What else?"
Jamie's fidgeting only grows worse, and Roy can tell he's got something on his mind, he just won't say it. "What is it?" he demands.
"When we— when I was last here," Jamie begins, staring hard at his beer. "Being told to wait. That was good."
"Oh!" Keeley says, clapping excitedly. "You need a Domme. A lady who'll tell you what to do."
Jamie tilts his head as if he's thinking about it, but he still looks unsure. "Maybe." He tears at the label some more, pursing his lips. "I was also thinking about tryin' it out with blokes for a while."
Now Keeley looks proud, and Roy does his damnedest not to let on that this is news to him. "Does that mean you're finally okay with coming out as bi, if the press finds out?" Keeley asks.
"I reckon so. The only people who would have a problem about it are people I shouldn't care about, so…" His shoulders come up in a sharp shrug. With a quick look to Roy, Keeley goes over and puts an arm around Jamie's shoulders, squeezing him in a side hug.
Roy swallows, struggling with whether to say something further as Keeley comforts Jamie. He hadn't exactly had any support when he was in Jamie's shoes, however many years back. So he takes a sharp breath in and says, "I've got... some stuff—press strategies. For if I ever got outed... when I was a player." He stops and clears his throat, his eyebrows drawing together. "I can share them with you, if it comes to it."
If Jamie is trying to play it cool, finding out Roy is bisexual, he's doing a piss poor job of it. His eyes are as round as Roy's ever seen them, and he's finally given up tearing up his beer label. But to his credit, all he says is, "Yeah, alright. Thanks, mate."
When Jamie excuses himself to the loo, Keeley doesn't waste any time rounding on Roy. "What d'you think? We could help him figure out what he likes." She twines her arms around his waist and peers up at him with a toothy smile. "Might get him out of your hair once and for all."
"Somehow I doubt it," Roy gripes. "But yeah. I could stand to tell him what to do one more time. I know it gets you going," he adds, groping her arse and making her giggle. He doesn't move his hands when Jamie gets back, and predictably, that's the first thing Jamie's eyes go to.
"Oh good, you're back," Keeley says, leaning against Roy while she looks at Jamie. "You wanna join us upstairs?"
"Upstairs?" Jamie asks. He looks to Roy for confirmation.
At Roy's nod, Keeley adds, "Yeah. We thought we could help you out one more time."
Jamie runs his fingers through his hair, his eyes darting from side to side, not quite making eye contact. "Yeah, okay. That'd be good."
They head up to the bedroom, and as soon as they cross the threshold, Roy commands, "Take off your trousers." Jamie doesn't have to be asked twice—his reluctance seems to have vanished since the invitation. He's wearing the same stupidly small black pants as last time; Roy shouldn't be surprised.
"Maybe your shirt, too, unless you don't care about making a mess of it again," Keeley adds.
"Right," Jamie says, grinning, before ripping his shirt off over his head.
The loveseat from last time has been returned to the living room downstairs. Roy can see the moment Jamie clocks that it's missing, and stops him on his way to the bed. "No. I don't want you on our bed. You can kneel on the rug, you're young enough to handle that."
Jamie goes to his knees elegantly next to the bed, without question, and the action stirs something loose in Roy's chest. "I reckon you know all about when the clock runs out, eh, old man?"
"You just got on your knees for this old man, so don't get too cocky," Roy says as he sits on the side of the bed, Keeley joining him.
Jamie still looks pleased with himself, tongue curling up to his lip as he palms himself through his briefs. "What should I do next?"
Keeley crosses her legs and leans forward a bit. "What do you do when you're alone?"
Jamie shrugs. "Porn, mostly."
"No but like, what do you think about?"
Jamie looks from Keeley to Roy and back again, bemused. He clearly doesn't understand the question.
"Let me guess," Roy cuts in. "Whenever you're alone and horny, you find some porn, skip ahead to the good part, and have a wank in as little time as possible."
"And what's wrong with that?" Jamie says defensively.
Roy covers his face with his hand, rubbing frustratingly at his forehead. He's beginning to think Jamie's never had a satisfying orgasm in his life that didn't come from Keeley or, he supposes, Roy himself.
"You've got to savor it, Jamie," Keeley says, much kinder than Roy would have done. "It's so much better when you let your imagination get involved."
Roy leans over to get the lube from the side table and tosses it at Jamie. "Go slow. Tell us what you're thinking about."
"Ah, shit. This is the good stuff," Jamie remarks after he's coated his fingers and shoved his briefs down. He strokes himself slowly, his eyes fluttering closed as his dick quickly goes from half hard to fully erect.
"I think you gave him the new warming one I got," Keeley whispers.
"Goddammit," Roy curses, snatching it back from the floor next to Jamie.
"Feels like someone's got their mouth on me properly," Jamie says, blissfully enjoying the results of Roy's cock-up. He should've given him the sampler sitting in the bottom of the drawer and told him to make do. "Fuck, it's been so long since I got a good blowjob."
"Slow down," Roy says. "Your partner probably can't take all of you at once, yeah?"
Jamie moans, slowing his hand, rubbing his thumb in circles over the head of his cock. "God, I love the way a tongue feels on my dick," he says, rolling his hips as he fucks into his fist.
Roy swallows, trying to work out what to say next, when Keeley's hand slides over his thigh, then doesn't stop. He keeps his mouth clenched shut as she gropes him through his trousers. He's been doing his level best to ignore how hard he is, but now there's no denying it.
"What else do you like?" Keeley asks with just a hint of mischief in her voice. Roy glares at her, and she smiles cheekily back.
Jamie, his eyes still closed, misses their silent exchange. "Fuckin'. God, all sorts of fuckin'. Like, I like being on top, but it's also nice when someone rides me." He bites at his lips as he starts to work his hips harder. "And makin' out, too, while we're fuckin."
As Jamie keeps singing the praises of fucking, Keeley works open Roy's fly and frees his cock from his pants. As she drizzles lube into her palm, Roy leans in and mutters, "What about you?"
"Get me off with my vibe after, yeah?"
Roy kisses her. "Yeah."
The lube really is the good shit, and Keeley knows just what he likes. It doesn't take long for him to get worked up, which is fortunate, because it makes him aware that Jamie's not exactly unaffected either. "Oi!" he shouts, and Jamie's eyes fly open. "Calm the fuck down. You're supposed to be savoring it, remember?"
Jamie bites his lip harder and eases down, slowing the movement of his hand again. "Sorry," he says, his eyes drifting to Keeley's hand over Roy's cock.
"Don't be sorry. Just be better."
"Better. Yeah," Jamie says absently, his teeth working harder against his lower lip. "I can be good."
"You should tell him to finger himself," Keeley says in a stage whisper.
Jamie's face brightens in delight, and he holds his free hand out for the lube. Roy doesn't hand it over right away. "You have to tell us what you want. And 'please' wouldn't hurt."
"I want—what Keeley said. Please. To find my Jamie spot."
"Your what," Roy says, deadpan, and Jamie grins.
"Keeley's the one who helped me discover me Jamie spot."
"It was his first time being fingered," Keeley says, and Roy finally understands what Jamie's talking about.
"Right. Of course. Why not," Roy says, tossing the lube back to him. As Jamie shifts off of his knees, he also hands over a pillow.
"Thanks," Jamie says, his eyes still drawn like magnets to where Keeley is jerking Roy off steadily. Roy bites down a curse as she gives a little twist over his cock while Jamie watches.
"It's been a while since I done this," Jamie says from his new position on the floor. He slicks up his middle finger and works for a minute to find the best way to orient his arms and legs. Roy holds back a sarcastic 'take your time' for Keeley's sake.
Keeley leans in to kiss him, skimming her other hand under his shirt as their tongues curl against each other. For a moment, Roy's thoughts are full of Keeley, but that doesn't last. They both know the second Jamie finds his 'Jamie spot', because his eyes fly open and he shouts, "Ah, fuck," his hips lifting up.
Roy goes back to kissing Keeley, as Jamie seems fine on his own for the moment. The sounds Jamie is making have him wondering when Keeley might be interested in bringing out the strap-on again—it has been a while.
When he eventually pulls away, he finds Jamie more or less as he left him, with one finger up his arse and his other hand working his cock. "You can do better than that," he demands. "Try two fingers, maybe three, and keep 'em moving."
"Right," Jamie says, breathless, sitting up and fumbling for the lube. It takes him a minute to get comfortable with two fingers, but then he starts to fuck them into himself, and Roy can tell from the sweat on his brow and his labored breathing that it's working for him.
"That's it. You wanna have a go with a bloke, yeah? Bear down on your fingers, pretend it's a thick, full cock filling you up."
"Ah, fuck me," Jamie curses, his head falling back as he does what Roy says. Roy wraps his own fingers around Keeley's, urging her to grip his cock harder, imagining the tight vice against Jamie's fingers. "Yeah, he'd know how to fuck me. Get right up on the spot—fuck—and really get me goin'."
"You're so fuckin' hot," Keeley whispers against the shell of Roy's ear, and suddenly his orgasm slams through him without warning. He curses loudly, gripping the bedsheets as Keeley works him through it.
As he comes down, he opens his eyes to see Jamie's eyes trained on the two of them, working his cock hard as he continues to fuck himself on his fingers. "We haven't said you can come yet," Roy manages with about 50% of his normal roughness.
"Oh god," Jamie whines, thumping his head back toward the floor. "Keeley?" he tries.
"Roy's in charge," she says with a shrug, reaching for a tissue to clean off her hand.
"Please," Jamie cries, and damn if Roy doesn't love that word.
"Did you actually take your time? See how it's better?" Roy asks.
"It's better, it's so fuckin' good—please let me come," Jamie says desperately.
Roy takes the tissues from Keeley and starts working on his own cursory cleanup. After dragging out his answer for a few seconds, he says, "Alright, go on then."
Jamie's curses fill the room as he comes over his chest, his muscles jumping under his skin. He keeps working his cock, shuddering, until it apparently becomes too much, and he lets his hands fall to the side.
It takes a while for him to come down, at which point Roy feels more or less put back together, with Keeley tucked against his side.
"Get dressed," Keeley says to Jamie, handing down the tissues. "We'll walk you to the door."
"What about the vibe?" Roy asks in a whisper as Jamie nods, still breathing heavily.
"Let's say goodnight first." Her eyes sparkle. "I wanna take my time tonight, too."
Roy grins. He's so fucking lucky.
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A glorious month of normalcy follows that night, with Roy focusing on football, Keeley, and Phoebe—the three greatest loves in his life, not necessarily in that order. The weather's starting to get colder, which is a pain mainly because of his knee, but otherwise he's incredibly content.
And then Keeley drops a bombshell on him at dinner.
"I think you should fuck Jamie."
Roy nearly drops his fork. "I'm sorry. My hearing must be going, because it just sounded like you told me you want me to fuck Jamie Tartt."
Keeley looks back at him, unperturbed. "I know you've thought about it."
Roy points his fork at her. "That was a dream, it was one time, and I never would've told you about it if I thought you were gonna… read shit into it."
"Right," Keeley says, pursing her lips. Roy can tell just from her expression that there's a storm coming. "I supposed telling him to imagine a 'thick, full cock filling him up' was just a hypothetical, then?"
Roy rolls his eyes, pushing down the feeling of being called out. "That wasn't a thing. We were trying to get him to fantasize. He clearly wasn't getting there on his own."
"Yeah, and neither were you, until Jamie bought into your fantasy."
"Keeley," he says in a warning tone. It's an empty threat, and they both know it, but he's gotta have his dignity. "Why are you bringing this up now?"
"Because sometimes you need me to help you figure out what you want, like you helped him. I think he wants to try it, and you wanna show him how it's done."
Roy shakes his head. "How the fuck did we get here? Casually discussing letting Jamie Tartt into our bedroom for a third time."
"Well," Keeley says, tilting her head, "the first two times went way better than I think any of us figured they would."
Roy has to begrudgingly admit that she's right. He hadn't entertained the thought of carrying on at the time, but those two nights had worked for him in ways he hasn't looked at too closely.
He doesn't agree to anything. It sounds like a terrible idea. "I haven't been with a bloke in a while, you know."
"Somehow I doubt you've lost your touch."
Roy chuckles. "And what about you, hm?"
"Y'know, I think I could find the strength to watch my boyfriend fuck my ex. And if you wanted to get me off after, I think I'd be okay with that too," she says, biting her lip as she smiles.
"Yeah? I have to do everything around here, don't I?"
She giggles as Roy leans over for a kiss.
"How d'you know that he'd really be into that, anyway?"
Keeley pulls out her phone and shows him her text thread with Jamie.
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"Unbelievable," Roy mutters.
They drop the subject while they finish up dinner, and Roy manages not to think about it again until he's taking a shower a few hours later.
The thing is, this isn't the first time he's fantasized about fucking Jamie Tartt. Before Keeley, there may have been a time or two where his mind ran through some hatefucking scenarios, where they would be mutually antagonistic and Roy could pin him down and shut him up. In those fantasies, Jamie always wanted it, but he didn't ask for it.
This situation is worlds away from that wild work of his imagination. For one thing, Roy now knows that all he has to do to shut Jamie up is tell him to shut up, which is a hell of a thing. Not to mention, what Jamie's asking for is about as far from hatefucking as possible without it being serious between them. Of course, Roy never really wanted those fantasies to become reality; that's why they're called fantasies.
He refuses to acknowledge the state of his arousal, and if he waits long enough for the water to run cold, no one has to know. He spends the rest of his longer-than-normal shower running through plays for the team, which has the added benefit of giving him a few ideas to jot down when he leaves the shower.
Keeley finds him at his desk not long after, still wrapped in nothing but his robe, scratching down his ideas before they leave his head. "Coming to bed soon?" she asks, leaning over his shoulder.
"Yeah," Roy says, accepting the kiss she drops on his lips. "Just a couple things to take care of first."
He takes about ten more minutes to sort out his thoughts, closing his notebook and then staring at his phone. He opens WhatsApp and goes to start a new chat thread before pausing over the group name. By the time he's ready to send his message, he's nearly back in Keeley's room—their room.
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You changed the subject to 'Two Babes & a Baby'
@Jamie stop talking to Keeley about me where I can't see it
Jamie Tartt 🔔🔚
untwist old man
was just a question
Keeley giggles, reading the text thread as Roy joins her in bed. "Hang on, what's this chat name?"
"Relax,” Roy says, “you're not the baby."
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"Oi!" Keeley says, knocking him in the shoulder. "Don't tease him like that if you don't mean it. He really has been having trouble, y'know."
"Who says I don't mean it?" he says in a low voice, leaning into her space.
They miss Jamie's reply, but it will still be there when they check it in the morning.
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"I'm not asking for this because I have, like, feelings for you or some shit."
"Obviously," Roy says.
"Obviously. I just wanna know if I'll like it. This way I don't have to hurt some stranger's feelings if I don't."
"No danger of that here."
"He will be gentle, though." Keeley cuts in, ever the diplomat. "Right, Roy?"
Roy rolls his eyes, but Jamie answers first, all teeth. "I'm not fuckin' fragile. If we're gonna do this, let's do it right."
Keeley's eyes flash. "Just because you're two blokes doesn't mean it has to be all rough and 'oh yeah, fuckin' wreck me with your ginormous cock I haven't prepped for,'" she says, deepening her voice ridiculously at the end. Roy loves her so much. "After this, you'll know whether or not you like being fucked, because Roy does it right."
Jamie stares back at her, flummoxed for a second, before finally clearing his throat. "Right. Well, good. That's what I'm here for."
"We should talk about limits," Roy says, bringing them back on track. "We've been fucking around with some kinky shit without calling it that. That ends now."
"Does that mean I need, like, a safeword?" Jamie asks.
Roy stares at him, considering. The fact that he's asking is a good sign; maybe Roy won't have to explain his reasoning after all. "No. If you tell me—or Keeley—to stop, then we'll stop. Unless you plan to say 'no' and not mean it, I don't think we need a safeword."
"'No means no,' got it," Jamie says with a nervous smile. "What else, then?"
"You can always tell us if something comes up, but is there anything you definitely don't want?"
Jamie shifts in his chair, making the wonky leg squeak. "I, er, don't wanna be hit without warning."
Roy nods. He doesn't intend to hit him at all, but he doesn't want to invalidate Jamie sharing what was obviously hard for him by saying so. "I might have to take a break if my knee gets fucked up. It's nothing personal. Only other rule is you don't touch Keeley unless she says it's okay first. Got that?"
"'Course," Jamie says, shifting his gaze over to Keeley. "Are you gonna be, like, involved?"
"Maybe. I don't have to be, if you don't want that. But I do at least wanna watch," she says with an adorable smile.
"It's alright with me," Jamie says, flicking his eyes back at Roy.
Roy grunts. "Let's go upstairs before I change my mind."
The first thing Jamie says once they reach the bedroom is, "Does this mean I get to be in the bed this time?"
Roy rolls his eyes. "I'm hardly gonna fuck you on the floor, am I? Get your kit off already."
The three of them strip down perfunctorily, and Keeley gives Roy a quick kiss before wrapping herself up in her robe and taking a seat in the newly-returned loveseat next to the bed. They may as well leave it here, at this point. She places her powered-off vibrator in her lap and leans forward, propping her head in her hand.
For his part, Roy decides to leave his briefs on for now, but Jamie has no such restraint. He gets naked faster than all of them and pitches himself onto the mattress, giving Roy second thoughts about letting him on it.
"On your knees, face the headboard," Roy says, climbing in behind him. He grabs the lube—the regular one this time—and finds a comfortable position. "I'm gonna get you ready. Stop me if anything hurts." He waits for an answer, but one doesn't seem to be forthcoming. If Jamie nods, he can't see it from here. He slides his fingers around Jamie's ankle and gives it a shake. "Oi, answer me, or we can stop here."
"Yes! Fine! Just get on with it," Jamie bites back, his voice shaking slightly. Right. Roy guesses it is a pretty vulnerable position to be in.
He slicks up his fingers and spends a bit of time circling them around Jamie's rim. By the time he pushes one inside, just up to the first knuckle, some of the tension has faded from Jamie's back. He tenses again at the intrusion, but starts to relax again when Roy doesn't push it any further, just slowly moves it in and out. After a quick check-in, he slides his finger inside as far as it will go, waits for Jamie to adjust, then starts to fuck it in and out of him. From the noises Jamie's making, aborted little grunts and gasps, he's already starting to enjoy himself.
"If whatever guy you're with doesn't wanna do this part, you do it yourself," Roy says. "It won't be fun for you if you don't."
Jamie snorts. "Right, sure, mum. You gonna pack a condom in me lunchbox too?"
Roy pulls his finger free and sits back, clenching his jaw.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Jamie asks, twisting his head around once it becomes very obvious that Roy isn't moving back in.
"We don't have to do this, you know. We can stop here."
"I don't want to stop."
"Face forward, then," Roy orders. "And show some fucking respect."
It takes Jamie a minute to answer him. When he does, it's through gritted teeth. "I just don't wanna be treated like a fucking kid. I do know some of what I'm doing, y'know."
"Excuse the fuck outta me for not wanting you to make the same mistakes I made," Roy snaps. He stares down at the bedsheets, glad that Jamie can't see his face.
"Alright, fine! I get it. Thanks, I guess."
Roy picks up where he left off, though Jamie's far less relaxed now. From the corner of his eye, he sees Keeley give a little thumbs up, and when he turns he sees her sweet smile. You're doing great, she mouths, and he shoots her a wink.
Roy tries to remember his first time bottoming. He was just as mouthy back then, out with something to prove, though god knows what that something was. He wouldn't have taken nearly as well to someone putting him in his place, so maybe he should cut Jamie some slack.
Once he's worked him up to two fingers, he finds Jamie's prostate, and the keening noise he makes in response goes straight to Roy's dick. "That's right, patience will be rewarded," Roy says, skimming a hand over Jamie's back.
"How long is this part gonna take?" Jamie huffs, his hands gripping tight at a pillow.
"What did I just say? It takes as long as it takes. I know you're eager for my dick, but it'll be worth it."
"Can I help?" Keeley offers. With their permission, she perches on the edge of the bed, slicking up her hand and reaching for Jamie's cock. "Just a little distraction to take your mind off things."
"Oh fuck, that's nice," Jamie whines as Roy moves to three fingers. "Christ. I could come just from this."
"Don't you fuckin' dare," Roy says.
He thinks of telling Keeley to stop, but Jamie shakes his head. "I won't. I know."
Roy freezes for a second, thrown by the weight of Jamie's words. Jamie's not just a willing participant, he's in this with them. And fuck, it's working. But Roy snaps himself out of it, finishing up his work here, suddenly eager to see how Jamie reacts once Roy's inside him.
Keeley watches with rapt attention as Roy pulls back, rolling on the condom and slicking himself up. Her hand on Jamie's cock can be nothing but a tease with how slow she's moving, but Jamie voices no stronger complaint than the needy whine Roy's gotten so used to hearing lately.
He finds a position that's most forgiving on his bad knee and grips Jamie's hips, moving him where he wants him. "You still good?"
"I'm fine. Get on with it."
"Oi!" Keeley says, and Roy can't see what she does, but Jamie makes a cut-off choking noise.
"I mean, I'm good. Let's keep going. Please," Jamie says, a little pained, but Roy appreciates the effort. He meets Keeley's gaze, and they exchange smiles as he lines himself up.
The first press inside seems to take an age, and Roy can feel sweat springing up on his brow despite the comfortable temperature of the room. The pressure against Roy's cock is distractingly good, but he can see the tension in Jamie's thighs, in the way he's holding himself so carefully still, so he takes deep breaths and forces himself to go slow.
"You two look amazing together," Keeley murmurs, her hand still working out of Roy's line of sight. "It's gonna be so good, I can tell."
Gradually, Jamie relaxes and starts to squirm, signalling to Roy that he's ready. "I'm gonna move now," he says, squeezing at Jamie's hips.
"Yeah," is all Jamie says, but it's enough.
Roy moves agonizingly slowly at first, watching Jamie closely for signs of discomfort. When Jamie starts to shove his hips back to meet him, clearly impatient, he decides he no longer needs to worry.
"I think you two have got it from here," she says, pressing a feather-light kiss to Jamie's shoulder, then leaning in to press a more lingering kiss to Roy's lips. "I'll just head back to the stands now."
The buzzing sound of Keeley's vibrator fills the air before long, and Roy closes his eyes and lets himself enjoy the sounds of her pleasure and Jamie's excitement as Roy's cock slides over his prostate.
"Ah fuck, 's so good," Jamie mutters, clenching down over Roy's cock. Roy makes an embarrassing noise and loses his balance slightly, but if either of them notice, they don't give any sign.
Keeley's gasps grow more urgent from her side of the room, and Roy slows his pace as the two of them turn to watch her. The long-but-slim part of the toy is buried deep inside her, and her fingers are pressing hard against the outer piece, pressed firmly against her clit. She works her hips in little staccato bursts as her low moan grows louder, and soon they can't see the toy at all as she clenches her legs together, riding out her orgasm with a loud cry.
Jamie wriggles around for a second, his weight shifting, and Roy knows when he manages to get his hand on his cock by the relieved moan he hears a second later.
"She's so good, isn't she?" Roy mutters in a low rumble, just loud enough for Keeley to hear too.
"Roy—" Jamie gasps out, but whatever he's asking or telling, he doesn't get it out.
"Should we ask her to come over here? Think you can handle that?" He jerks his head to ask her to come over before Jamie's response—a needy whine—reaches him. Keeley stands up elegantly, rearranging her robe on the way and then perching on the edge of the bed next to Roy.
"I need to shift around. Get on your back," Roy says, squeezing Jamie's hip before he pulls out. Roy shifts his weight back onto his hands, stretching out his leg and accepting the kiss Keeley moves in to give him.
She giggles against his lips. "You two having fun over here?"
"More fun with you," Roy says, grinning.
"Mind if I cuddle up next to you?" she asks Jamie, not waiting for an answer before she settles in against the pillows, her shoulder pressed up next to his.
"Fine by me," he says, eyeing Roy.
"You can do better than that," Roy says with a glare at Jamie.
"Sorry. Hi," he says to Keeley with a tentative smile.
"Hi." Keeley smiles back. "Having a good time? I was right about him, yeah?"
"It's good," Jamie admits, staring into the middle distance between the two of them.
"D'you mind if I touch you, during this last bit?"
"Course not. That—that'd be good, yeah."
Roy grabs one of Keeley's throw pillows to better support his knee, shifting back around as they chat so that he can do this properly.
Keeley rests her hand on Jamie's thigh, urging him to spread his legs while Roy moves closer.
"Good?" Roy asks.
"Yeah."
Roy pushes back inside in one smooth thrust, and then Jamie's eyes fly wide open as he gasps, "Holy shit." Taking that as permission to pick up his rhythm, he starts working his hips as Jamie's hand goes to his cock. Keeley watches Roy with a mischievous grin, skimming her hand over Jamie's chest absently.
The ability to see Jamie's face brings a whole new level to this situation that Roy wasn't expecting. It must be Pavlovian, because Roy's impulses are telling him to lean down and kiss Jamie, to let him tell Roy with his tongue just how needy he's feeling.
Luckily, he hasn't completely lost his mind, so he doesn't do that. Instead he really starts moving, driving toward his own orgasm and letting himself get lost in the physicality of fucking and the satisfaction of making someone else feel good.
He can feel himself getting close, but he's not quite there yet when Jamie whines, "Fuck, Roy. 'M gonna come."
"Not yet," he insists, flicking his eyes over. "Keeley?"
Keeley obligingly moves in, gripping Jamie's cock at the base to keep him from coming. "Just a little longer," she tells him, soothing against the frantic look on his face. "You're doing great. Want a distraction?"
At his jerky nod, she tucks her legs underneath her and reaches up with her other hand, sliding her fingers against Jamie's lips. Jamie sucks them into his mouth, his tongue swirling over them, and the sight of it is enough to tip Roy over the edge.
He's still lost in it, buried deep inside of Jamie, when Keeley murmurs something to Jamie that has him coming too, clenching around Roy's cock in a way that makes him see stars.
When Roy has his breath back enough to trust his voice, he gazes back at Keeley. "You're gorgeous, you know that?"
"I know," Jamie says cheekily, and only laughs when Roy glares at him.
Keeley ignores Jamie, resting her hand on his hip as she leans forward to give Roy a thorough kiss. "Thanks, babe."
Jamie makes a noise of loss as Roy pulls out, and again Roy feels that strange urge to kiss him. This is why missionary position had been a bad idea.
"Go ahead and take a shower. I need to stretch out for a bit."
Jamie moves out of the way, leaving Roy room to stretch out next to Keeley, but he looks unsure as he stands. "Are you sure? I could just go."
"Don't be silly," Keeley says. "Go ahead and get cleaned up. You don't have to leave the moment it's over."
"There's a towel on the counter you can use," Roy says, grimacing as he twists his leg what turns out to be the wrong way.
Jamie seems back to his old self when he reemerges from the bathroom. Keeley walks him down to the door, and soon Roy can hear his engine starting up.
When Keeley returns, cuddling up next to him in bed, Roy sighs. "This is going to keep happening, isn't it? Inviting Jamie into our bed?"
She props herself up on an elbow to look down at him. "Do you want it to?"
"It might not be terrible," Roy admits. "He was a surprisingly good lay."
Keeley laughs, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "I'm glad you're having fun. It's a bit awkward though, right? I'm pretty sure he's terrified to touch me with you around."
"Right, I noticed. Pretty sure that's my fault. I can make it right, though. Make sure you get in on the fun."
"It's been fun for me too, don't get me wrong. But I don't want him to get the wrong idea either. Like just because we do stuff together means he can get back with me, y'know?"
Roy smiles. "You are your own woman, in charge of your own destiny—"
"It's okay to say I'm yours, Roy."
"—but to the extent that I can lay claim to you without being sexist, you're mine." Keeley giggles into his kiss. "I think Jamie gets that. I'll make sure he doesn't forget."
"It's cool to see how he is with you. How you are with each other, really."
They'll need to talk about kissing, because if he's felt it, then Keeley's almost definitely felt it too. But he's too tired to get into it tonight. "It's weird, how well he listens to me."
"He trusts you. Respects you. And I'm not the only one that thinks it's hot when you give him orders."
Roy chuckles, reaching under her robe to smooth his hand over her warm skin. "Enough talk. Wanna see if you can come again?"
"Ooh, yes please."
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They're finishing up dinner when Keeley reaches for Jamie's hand as he's taking a drink of water. "Did you want to stay after this?"
Jamie takes his time with his water before responding. As his gaze darts between Roy and Keeley, Roy feels like they've done this before. "For dessert?"
Roy huffs. "For sex, you twat."
"Oi! Don't be a jerk. I weren't sure. Your text just said dinner."
"That's called being discreet. I've seen you respond to the group thread in the locker room, and fuck knows there's no privacy there. We don't need to announce it to the whole team."
"But here we can say whatever we want, so yes, Jamie. Do you want to stay for sex?"
"Yeah," he says, his shoulders relaxing as he smiles goofily back at her. "What, er, what would we do?" he asks, his gaze flicking over to Roy.
"Roy and I had an idea that we think you might like," Keeley says, nodding at Roy.
"Right." Roy sits up straighter. "The idea is, anything you wanna do, you have to do for both of us. If we both agree."
"So if you wanna kiss me, you kiss Roy too," Keeley adds. Roy nudges her under the table, and she smiles, but she doesn't look at him. They'd discussed the kissing thing eventually, both agreeing that they'd be into that, but they'd wait to see if it came up naturally. Roy's pretty sure Keeley's skipping some steps right now.
Jamie, meanwhile, looks a bit like Christmas came early. "Does that go for anything? Like, more than kissin’?"
Keeley smiles at his enthusiasm. "You can ask for anything you like. But we have to both agree."
Jamie's eyes go unfocussed for a moment, and Roy tries not to feel impatient. They did just spring this on him, he supposes. "What about stuff that's like, different? Say, hypothetically— what if I wanted to eat Keeley out?"
Roy shakes his head. "I don't want your tongue anywhere near my arse."
Keeley tilts her head. "But wouldn't a blowjob be equivalent though? They're both oral sex."
Jamie's head bounces up and down in agreement as he points at her. "That's what I mean, it could be different."
Roy just gives them a look that hopefully conveys how much he's already over this conversation.
Keeley says, "Tell you what, you decide what you want that you think matches up, and we'll see if we're all on board, yeah?"
Jamie nods, then they both look to Roy. "Yeah, alright," Roy agrees. And with a shared look of anticipation, they all stand up from the table and head upstairs.
The first thing Jamie wants to do is help them get undressed. It's a little awkward at first, sitting still on the edge of the bed while Jamie pulls his shirt off before he moves on to Keeley, but then Roy realizes there's nothing stopping him from reaching over to Keeley and caressing his fingers over her newly-exposed skin. As Jamie starts working at Roy's fly, Roy leans over to brush his lips against her arm, and then further to slide over the curve of her breast where it's exposed over her bra. Keeley threads her fingers through his hair, uttering a little hum of approval.
"Fuck," Jamie mutters, nudging Roy to lift his hips so he can pull his trousers off.
"You could get in on this too, y'know," Roy says without looking up. "All you have to do is ask."
Jamie's working on Keeley's jeans now, fumbling with the zipper. "Right. Er, can I take your bra off next, and touch your… breasts?"
"Oh, god," Keeley says, scrunching up her nose. "Please just say tits."
"Touch your tits, then," Jamie amends, sounding relieved. Roy barely resists an eye roll.
"What will you do for Roy, then?"
"The same thing, I reckon, except he ain't wearin' a bra."
"Sure, Jamie, you can touch my tits," Roy says, making Keeley laugh.
With Keeley's jeans now tossed to the side, Jamie stands up and reaches around for the clasp of her bra, waiting for her nod of approval. With it moved out of the way, he cups her breasts in his hands, his thumbs working circles over her nipples. Keeley's eyes slip closed as she lets out a pleased sigh.
"Is, er, kissin' alright?" Jamie asks, his teeth sliding over his lower lip.
"Alright with me," Keeley says, licking her lips. "Roy?"
Roy nods. "I'll take my kiss later." He waits for a nasty, jealous feeling to kick in as Jamie leans down and the two of them fall into a kiss that looks like they've been doing this for ages, like they've never stopped—but the feeling never comes. Instead he finds himself caught up in the way Jamie's tongue darts into her mouth, making her breath catch before he pulls back again, his hands still working over her sensitive skin the whole time.
They both smile at each other as Jamie pulls away. Roy already knows that Keeley's been waiting for that, and it's plain to see that Jamie has too. It almost feels wrong when Jamie nods, shifting his focus over to Roy.
Roy grunts as Jamie's fingers slide over his nipple, sending a little spark of pleasure through him that he's not sure he wants. "You can skip this part, y'know, if you don't really want it."
"I kinda always wanted to know what it felt like," Jamie admits, his cheeks coloring as he runs his fingers through Roy's chest hair.
"It's glorious, isn't it?" Keeley says, scooting in close to Roy, her tits pressed up against his arm.
"Is this alright?" Jamie asks, his thumbs working over Roy's nipples as they had Keeley's.
"Yeah, it's good," Roy says solemnly, letting himself indulge in the sparks of pleasure this time. "You can kiss me too, if you like."
Jamie doesn't hesitate. He kisses Roy more tentatively, his tongue staying inside his mouth at first, but his lips are eager against Roy's. Impatience wins out before long, and Roy fits his hand around the back of Jamie's neck, running his tongue over Jamie's bottom lip until his mouth opens on a moan. Roy swallows the sound, licking into Jamie's mouth, feeling a pleasant burn of satisfaction as Jamie's tongue tangles against his. Jamie's kisses aren't too different from Keeley's—hungry, searching—but with a touch of antagonism that sets something alight in Roy's gut.
When they break their kiss, a minute or five later, Keeley has stood up next to Jamie, working his jeans off this time. Seeing the path is clear, she also gleefully pulls his shirt over his head, leaning in to kiss his cheek after.
"What next?" she asks expectantly, retaking her spot next to Roy.
"Oh, er, what about what we talked about at dinner?"
"The oral sex bit?" Keeley asks, and Jamie nods. "Well, I know I'm up for it."
Roy grunts. "Do you actually want to blow me, or is it just what you're willing to do so you can have a go at Keeley?"
"Nah, I wanna," Jamie says, licking his lips. "I might not be good at it or nothin', but I wanna try. You'll tell me if it's terrible, and I can stop."
That doesn't inspire a lot of confidence in Roy, but the two of them look so goddamn excited. "Fine," he finally grits out. "Just… watch your teeth."
Keeley claps excitedly, pulling a pillow toward her and curling up with it. "Do Roy first," she says. "I wanna watch."
"D'you wanna stay like that?" Jamie asks, his gaze drifting down to the bulge of Roy's dick in his pants.
"Yeah, here will do," Roy decides, scooting closer to the edge of the bed. "I like you on your knees."
Jamie doesn't snap back at that, and he squeezes his cock through his briefs as he kneels. Maybe he likes being on his knees more than Roy realized. No wonder this has been working out so well.
Jamie goes for his waistband immediately, pulling off his briefs with the same eagerness he'd applied to Keeley's bra, tossing them with the rest of the discarded clothes and moving forward between Roy's legs.
"Wait, before you start," Roy says, "how do you feel about fingers in your hair?"
"He likes it," Keeley says before Jamie can answer. "He really likes it when you give it a tug, when he does something really good."
"Yeah, that," Jamie says, his eyes dancing.
"Right, okay," Roy says. He feels like he got a bit more than he bargained for with that question.
Roy isn't expecting much, but what Jamie lacks in skill he makes up for in enthusiasm. That ridiculous tongue of his feels amazing against Roy's slit, and once he's got Roy's cock good and wet, he starts stroking his hand over the shaft while he focuses on the head.
Roy tugs on Jamie's hair as instructed every time he does something particularly clever with his tongue, which earns him the benefit of feeling it again, working him up further. By the time Jamie switches tacks again, swallowing down as much of Roy's dick as he can handle, Roy feels like he's on a hair trigger. He tugs again, harder this time, managing, "I'm close, mate. You should stop here if you don't want me to come in your mouth."
Jamie makes a pleased noise, muffled by Roy's cock, but nonetheless obvious as he continues to bob over his length. Roy curses to himself, then lets his cursing get louder until he sails over the edge, his cock pulsing against Jamie's tongue.
Jamie pulls back seconds later, his eyes wide. Roy's about to check in, worried about that look, when suddenly Jamie pitches to the side and spits Roy's come all over the rug.
"Fucking hell," Roy grunts.
"Sorry, I panicked! I didn't know it was gonna be like that."
"Don't worry about it," Keeley assures him. "We can clean the rug."
"You're just saying that 'cause it's your turn," Roy teases, leaning over to kiss her.
"Well, now you know what he's like with his tongue," Keeley points out. Roy can't exactly argue.
Watching Keeley get eaten out is a religious experience. He's been blessed with the sounds she makes for a nice long time, now, but it's something else entirely to see the way her face contorts in pleasure, how she can't help twisting her fingers over a nipple while Jamie is focused on her clit. "Two fingers inside," she instructs, a kind of warning in itself, and soon she's moaning her orgasm, her fingers flexing in Jamie's hair, and Roy's cock gives a good hard think about getting up again.
"Your turn," Keeley says a minute later, after Jamie's had a chance to clean up his face and rest his jaw a bit. She scoots over and pats the bed between herself and Roy. "What can we do for you?"
Jamie strips off his pants before he joins them on the bed, and his cock bobs up against his abdomen, glistening wet at the tip.
"Can—can you both jerk me off?" he asks.
They both nod, a little tentatively, giving each other looks that plainly say, that's it? as Keeley reaches for the lube.
"I'm really fuckin' turned on," Jamie explains. "I ain't gonna last long enough to figure out how a two-for-one blowjob works."
"That just means we've still got work to do on your lack of imagination," Roy says with a grin, his fingers interlacing with Keeley's over Jamie's cock.
"Fuck you," Jamie says, the statement devoid of heat as he inhales sharply and thrusts into their combined grip. True to his word, he doesn't last long, his muscles jumping as he comes over their hands and his own chest.
"Holy shit," Jamie says with a loud exhale, dropping back onto the mattress.
"How about another kiss?" Keeley requests, lying back next to him. Jamie obliges her, kissing her sweetly, playing with her hair a bit. They look perfectly natural together, and still Roy finds he isn't bothered by it.
"Oi, you have to come back here," Jamie says after they break apart, kicking blindly at Roy's ankle. "Me muscles have stopped working."
"Not all of them, clearly," Roy says, shifting around to stretch out next to Jamie. He gets his own kiss for his troubles—not quite as sweet as the one he gave Keeley, but less urgent than the last one, with Jamie's tongue sliding languidly against Roy's.
When Jamie gets up several minutes later to get a shower, Keeley scoots over next to him, cuddling up against his side and nuzzling into his neck. "That was great. Thank you."
"Of course," he says, carding his fingers through her hair. "Y'know, it almost didn't seem like a chore for him, kissing me so he could kiss you." Keeley tilts her head up then, fixing him with an unimpressed look. "What?"
"Ugh, men," she scoffs, and tucks back into his side. Roy lets it go.
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The next night that they have "dinner plans" with Jamie, Roy gets diverted on his way home by a call from his sister. By the time he stops to pick up Phoebe, it's late enough that Jamie's probably already at their place.
Figuring it'd be rude to send Jamie on his way via text, he just texts Keeley so she can break the news.
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He's unsurprised when he pulls in the drive to see Jamie's car missing—he must have already headed home.
He exchanges kisses and 'hey, babe's with Keeley inside; then Phoebe immediately starts filling Keeley in on her day, and the latest in an ongoing saga between her and some other girl in her year. Roy hasn't quite been following it, but apparently there's some rivalry over bracelets.
"Dinner will be a little longer," Keeley says after Phoebe has finally run out of steam and heads off for the loo. "Jamie'll be back soon."
"He's coming back?" Roy says, flummoxed.
"Yeah, when I told him you were bringing Phoebe home, he said he makes 'a mean mac and cheese' and went out to get the ingredients."
Roy checks to make sure Phoebe is still out of sight and lowers his voice. "He does know sex is off the table for tonight, right? Phoebe's mum never shows up on time."
Keeley smiles. "I told him. He still wants to make mac and cheese."
Roy doesn't really know what to say to that, but he doesn't have to, because a moment later, Jamie knocks on the door and lets himself in. "I'm back!" he calls out.
Roy stares at him. "Why knock if you're just gonna come in anyway?"
"I dunno." Jamie shrugs. "It's polite, ain't it?"
Jamie is spared a lesson on manners by Phoebe's return. She freezes when she sees the new person, but Keeley goes to her and guides her forward with a hand on her shoulder. "Phoebe, this is our friend Jamie."
"Hey there," Jamie says, crouching down and shooting her a winning smile. "You like mac and cheese?"
Phoebe nods, tilting her head. "Jamie like Jamie Tartt?"
"Yeah?" Jamie says, his smile faltering.
"Uncle Roy calls you all sorts of naughty words."
"I do not," Roy says, and they both shoot him looks of disbelief. "It's different—we're friends now."
"That means he still calls me those things, but in a nicer way," Jamie says in a stage whisper. Phoebe giggles at his wink, the traitor. "You wanna help me decide how much cheese to put?"
"Ooh, yes please," Phoebe answers and follows him into the kitchen.
"She's got homework!" Roy calls after them, but they both ignore him. "Unbelievable."
"Not what you thought you'd be doing tonight, huh?" Keeley says, leaning into him, circling her arms around his waist.
Roy sighs wistfully. Keeley was gonna fuck him tonight, and they were gonna let Jamie watch. "It'll keep," he says.
"You're a good uncle."
"You're damn right."
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A week later, they get to have their night as planned. Jamie's exact instructions are to watch quietly from the loveseat, naked with his hands behind his back, and if he's good, he'll get a reward when they're done.
Roy mostly forgets about Jamie for a while as Keeley gets him ready, but whenever he checks, Jamie has his hands dutifully held behind his back. While Keeley moves off to put on the strap-on, Jamie starts squirming a bit, but he doesn't break the rules.
The first push of the toy inside is always awkward, no matter how much lube they use. But Keeley is an expert at keeping Roy's mind off it, running her hands over his body, bending over to kiss him thoroughly once she's more than halfway inside. After that, Roy is able to relax, and the toy starts to feel less like silicone and more like an actual cock, warm and hard and ready for him.
He gives Keeley a nip to her lip to let her know she can move, and she does, working her hips beautifully as she fucks him. He strokes his cock slowly, savoring the feeling of her filling him up, breathing hard with the effort, until she changes angles and hits his prostate. Then he can't be slow anymore—he gathers the wetness dripping from his tip and uses it to ease the way as he grips his cock tight and fast, rocking his hips to bear down on the touch.
"Yeah?" Keeley asks, brushing loose strands of hair out of her face.
"Fucking perfect, babe," he answers, grinning up at her gorgeous, flushed face.
After a few minutes, she shifts her weight again, and the urgency fades. They both take a second to catch their breath, and almost simultaneously notice Jamie's hand in the air.
"Oh, Jamie has a question," Keeley says brightly. "Yes, Jamie?"
Jamie looks slightly sheepish as he lowers his hand back behind his back. "Sorry. I was just wond'rin', like, does that actually feel good for you? Since you can't feel with the cock or anything."
"Good question!" She pulls out, and Roy groans in aggravation. "It's actually got this bit here, you see, that goes into me, and this bit that rubs against my clit when I move."
Jamie makes interested noises at her explanation, but Roy isn't in the mood to be accommodating. "Enough. You can learn all about strap-ons after we're done. Save your burning fucking questions 'til the end."
Jamie nods, but Keeley just giggles. If he didn't love her so much, he'd glare at her too. His restraint is rewarded a moment later, too, when she goes back to fucking him.
It's good, and the reminder of how it makes her feel good doesn't hurt, making him more alert to the happy little gasps she makes as she works her hips. Once he starts stroking his cock to the rhythm she sets, he can feel the heat beginning to pool in his gut.
"Bit faster," he urges, hand striping over his cock, and Keeley immediately speeds up, her gasps turning into moans. Every thrust is hitting him just right, and he tips over the edge with the vision of Keeley chasing her own orgasm, rolling her hips with the toy buried inside him.
They both come down together, falling into a lazy kiss until things start to feel uncomfortable. Keeley pulls out carefully and nudges Roy in the shoulder before glancing over at Jamie.
"Right," Roy says, stretching as he makes his way toward the loveseat. "I guess you'll want your reward now."
"I was good, weren't I? I didn't interrupt, and I kept my hands where you said, except when I had a question."
"You were good," Roy confirms, fisting Jamie's cock loosely. "I'm almost fucking proud of you."
Jamie gasps a moment before he shatters, thrusting up into Roy's suddenly-tightened fist as he comes without warning, shaking through it. Roy works him through it automatically, despite his shock, until Jamie calms down. Jamie gives a short laugh as he comes back to himself, flexing his wrists as he uncrosses them and brings his hands forward.
Roy scoffs. "You're a twat, you know that? I was gonna suck you off."
"Sorry," Jamie says, looking unrepentant. "Kinda hit me outta nowhere."
"Whatever. As long as you enjoyed yourself, I guess." Keeley giggles at them from the bed.
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One night, when it's just the two of them, Keeley derails a perfectly good makeout session with one dreaded sentence. "I think we should probably talk."
Roy stares at her for a long beat. "Nah, fuck that." He's pretty sure she's not breaking up with him, so he goes back to kissing her neck, tickling and otherwise distracting her.
"No, listen. Roy, Roy. Look, I just wanted to say—! You like him."
Roy stills. "Say that to my face."
He pulls back so she can do just that, and sees the sincere expression on her face. "You do. You like him."
"I like making him do what I say. It's not the same thing," Roy grunts.
"Yeah? Then why are you hard?" she says, groping him.
Roy smiles. "Because you're really hot, and you're teasing me."
She giggles into their kiss, squirming a little as Roy gets a bit of revenge.
"Wait, stop," she says before long, pulling away and looking serious again. "Just—let me finish."
Roy nods, his expression sobering.
Keeley puts her hand on his chest, staring at it as she speaks quietly. "I like him too. More than I did before, I think. It's different, at least—when it's the three of us." Her fingers start to curl in until she's gripping his shirt, worry eating away at her expression. "Roy? Please say something."
"It's okay. Hey, look at me." He wipes a tear out of the corner of her eye. "I love you."
"I love you too," she says, as sincere as ever. Roy doesn't doubt her for a second.
"I'm not there yet, with him. But it's okay if you are."
"Really?" she asks, sniffling.
"Really," he confirms.
She winds her arms around him, then curls in tight against him. "Sorry for killing the mood," she mumbles against his shirt.
"It's alright," he says with a chuckle, hugging her back. "I'm not goin' anywhere."
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After a particularly aggravating day of training, all Roy wants to do is go home to Keeley, vent for about ten minutes, then veg out and forget about it all. So of course, Isaac stops him on his way out.
"Hey, man. There's something you should probably know about," Isaac says, pulling him into Lasso's office and closing the door. There are only a few stragglers left around, so the closed door seems doubly ominous.
"What's happened," Roy says, already resigned to some frustrating interpersonal thing he'll have to get involved with.
"Jamie was winding Jan up today, after that scuffle they had on the field. Jan called him something, and I think we all expected Jamie to fight back or get angry. He did, I guess. Get angry. But it went a little strange."
Roy narrows his eyes, noticing how nervous Isaac seems. "What did Jan call him?"
Isaac hesitates. "Roy's little bitch." Years of practice make it easy for Roy to school his expression, but on the inside, his mind is churning. Isaac, meanwhile, explains further. "It seemed more like he was fighting for your honor than his own."
Roy can practically picture it. Jamie getting in Jan's face, lowering his voice to say, 'You wish you had the bollocks to be Roy's bitch,' taunting him by waggling that idiotic tongue of his.
"I'll take care of it," Roy says, and manages not to laugh until Isaac has walked away.
Roy finds himself smiling the whole way home. Keeley knows something is up the moment he walks through the door. "Don't you look happy," she observes. "From your text earlier I thought you'd be Mr. Grumpy Gus tonight."
"Something happened today. I'll tell you about it in a minute. But first, I've got an idea."
As he explains, Keeley's lips curl up into a grin that matches his own.
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When Jamie arrives the next day, Roy sends him straight upstairs. "Go kneel by the bed. I'll be up in a minute."
Jamie heads up without any questions or argument. Roy takes a couple deep breaths once he's out of sight, then shoots a text off to Keeley before heading up after him.
When he gets to the bedroom, he finds Jamie exactly where he should be. He hasn't undressed, but Roy notices he's undone his fly, at least. That has him holding back a smile—apparently Jamie's learned how frustrating it is to be hard inside his jeans without any promise of relief.
"What are we doing?" Jamie asks as Roy stops in front of him. He moves his hands behind his back without any instruction, and damn if that doesn't make Roy's cock twitch.
"Testing out a theory."
Jamie's eyes dart around the room, then out toward the hallway. "Where's Keeley?"
"Keeley's not here." Roy watches that sink in. "She knows about this, but she won't be here." He pauses again to give Jamie time to think. "Do you want to keep going?"
After a few quiet seconds, Jamie clenches his jaw and then finally looks up at him. "Yeah, alright."
Jamie won't know it, but Roy breathes a little easier after that. Part of him had still been expecting Jamie to outright refuse doing anything without Keeley present. It's a win and a loss at the same time—Keeley's gonna be so smug about this.
"What do you think is gonna happen today?" Roy prompts, resisting the urge to shift on his feet.
Jamie shrugs. "Dunno. I figure you'll call me a couple names, tell me to do somethin' I wouldn't have thought of, and then I'll get to come when it's over."
"And you like that?"
Jamie stares up at him defiantly. "I said I get to come, didn't I?"
Roy rolls his eyes. "Not that. The rest of it. Do you actually like it, or is it just worth getting through for the orgasm at the end?"
Jamie blinks as if the question's thrown him off his game. "No, it's good," he says eventually. "You have good ideas, I reckon. I'm not good at ideas." Jamie shifts on his knees, picking up steam. "And the rules are always really hot. Like, I feel kind of like an idiot asking for things, but then when you and Keeley say yes, it's really fuckin' hot."
"Consent is sexy," Roy says, and then realizes Keeley isn't here to giggle proudly at him. He shakes his head. "You're still good to say stop if you don't want something, right?"
"Yeah," Jamie says, lifting one shoulder in a tiny shrug. "I like when you push me, though. It's like when we're out on the pitch, and you make me cover someone who's second rate. At first it just seems like you're being a dick, but then I have to work harder to get the ball, and it feels better when I do."
"I hate to think what 'getting the ball' means in this scenario, but okay. Good."
"And when you, like, insult my looks or whatever, I dunno. It doesn't bother me."
Roy huffs. "Don't fish for compliments."
"I'm not," Jamie says genuinely. "I know you think I'm ugly."
Roy really doesn't, and it's beginning to become a problem for his understanding of the world. And also for his cock right now—he should've followed Jamie's lead and undone his jeans before they started, because having this conversation with Jamie on his knees is starting to get to him. With a heavy sigh, he explains, "You're not my usual type, but that doesn't mean you're not okay-looking. That whole… thing, with the coaching, that was just to take you down a notch." The way Jamie's gazing up at him, part disbelief and part wonder, makes Roy want to punch him so they can reset—get past this feelings shit. "Stop lookin' at me like that. Your haircut's still awful."
Jamie grins, and Roy's stomach sinks. Oh no. "You like me."
"No."
"You think I'm attractive."
"No, don't start."
"You prob'ly even think I'm sexy."
"If you don't shut your mouth, I'll have to put something there to keep you from talking."
Jamie's eyebrows shoot up, and his smirk widens. He gazes very deliberately at the outline of Roy's cock in his jeans as he says, "You love that people think of me as your little bitch."
"I think you're projecting there, a bit," Roy says, but he doesn't deny it. He can't quite fight a smile as he undoes his fly, pushing his clothes down enough to free his cock. "Right, you asked for this," he says, taking a step closer to Jamie with his cock in hand. Jamie immediately shifts to the right height, licking his lips, and it hits Roy just how much has changed in the last several weeks.
Jamie's tongue sweeps out over the head of his cock—a perfect, warm tease. "Wait," Roy commands, taking a step back. "I think you want it too much."
Jamie snorts. "C'mon, are ya really gonna deprive yourself of a chance to shut me up and get your dick sucked by this amazing mouth?"
Roy grunts. The way he moves his tongue really is unfair. "I oughta leave you here, untouched, and make you watch while I have phone sex with Keeley."
Jamie ponders this. "You could call her and still get your dick sucked."
Roy swallows. That sounds amazing, actually, but they'd agreed that she'd sit this one out. "I thought you didn't do ideas."
"Sometimes one gets through," he says, grinning.
"Alright, I've changed my mind, shutting you up is winning out," Roy says, stepping forward again. Jamie's eyes never leave his, and he still manages to grin as he parts his lips. Roy traces his thumb over Jamie's bottom lip. "We're not having a repeat performance of the last time. Either you actually swallow this time, or you let me come on your face."
Jamie darts his tongue out to lick Roy's thumb briefly. "Got it."
Jamie's technique has improved since the last time. As he pulls Roy's cock into his mouth, tongue working against the underside, Roy wonders if he's been practicing. He fits his fingers into Jamie's hair and lets him know how good it feels, tugging at the strands just like Keeley taught him.
He begins to regret his decision to do this while standing a little while later, when Jamie is paying special attention to the head of his cock with that tongue of his. But like hell is he gonna let it be true that he's weak in the knees for Jamie Tartt, so Roy has a talk with his body and keeps himself upright.
"I'm gonna come," Roy grunts out when the rush toward his orgasm feels inevitable. He tugs harder on Jamie's hair for good measure, but Jamie doesn't back off. He swallows and swallows around Roy's dick as Roy curses under his breath with how good it feels.
"Holy fucking shit, Tartt," Roy says when Jamie pulls off, his mouth swollen and inviting. "Get up here."
Jamie stands on shaky legs, unresisting when Roy pulls him into a heated kiss, licking the taste of himself from Jamie's mouth. Roy spreads his hands over Jamie's back, pulling him in closer, and Jamie moans as his hard cock rubs up against Roy's hip.
"On the bed," Roy says, tucking himself away. Jamie sits on the edge, and Roy waves him further. "All the way. I'm not dealing with the floor."
"Right," Jamie says, scooting back toward the center of the bed. Roy helps him shuck his jeans, tossing them over the side of the bed as Jamie watches, fascinated.
"Are you gonna explode if I touch your dick, or do you have it together enough for me to suck you?"
Jamie licks his lips. "No, you—you can suck me."
Roy watches him for a second, then nods. He pulls Jamie's briefs off as easily as the jeans, then knocks Jamie's knees apart so he can settle in between. Despite Jamie's assurances, when he reaches for his cock, he grips it tight at the base, unmoving even when Jamie tries to work his hips to get some friction.
"Stay still," he orders, and when Jamie nods, he bends down to take him into his mouth. He pulls back to swirl his tongue around the wet head of his cock before sinking back down, working up a rhythm. He can tell from Jamie's desperate noises and the tension in his legs that he won't last long. Even without Keeley around, Jamie gets so worked up just from getting Roy off. Roy channels his annoyance at how hot that is into swallowing Jamie down further.
Jamie calls out a garbled warning before he comes. It probably would've been too late for Roy to pull off, but the effort is appreciated. He swallows him down until Jamie finally stills, his spine going liquid as he settles back. When he pulls off, he sees the sheets all bunched up from Jamie's hands. Fuck if that doesn't make him proud, too.
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"Okay, fine. I like him," Roy admits a couple hours later when Keeley gets home.
Keeley's face lights up like the sun. "Tell me everything."
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When Jamie comes over next, Roy sits him down on the bed before heading toward the closet. "The last time the three of us were together," he calls back, "you came before we said you could."
"I told ya, I couldn't help it!"
"It's okay. Sometimes you can't," Keeley soothes. "Plus, we hadn't specifically told you to wait, that time."
Roy returns from the closet with a spool of silken rope in his hands. "Tonight, we're telling you to wait."
Jamie swallows, his eyes fixed on the rope. "What's that for?"
"How d'you feel about us tying your hands to the headboard?" Keeley asks with an adorable tilt of her head.
Roy holds out the rope for Jamie to feel. "Oh, it's softer than I expected."
"It doesn't hurt," Roy says. "Not unless you really fight it. And if you want out, I can undo it at any point."
"Okay. Yeah," Jamie says, warming to the idea. "We can try it."
Keeley pats him on the thigh. "Get naked. Then get comfortable. You might be here for a while."
At first, Jamie settles into the middle of the bed, but at Roy's nudging, he shifts over to what would normally be Roy's side of the bed. Once there, Roy has him cross his wrists, then he leans over to fix the rope securely between his wrists and the headboard.
"Try it out," Roy instructs, and Jamie tugs his arms a bit. He can both raise and relax his arms, but his hands aren't going anywhere. Keeley nudges Roy in the shoulder, silently pointing out Jamie's twitching cock—apparently, this is already doing something for him.
Once they're all happy with Jamie's setup, Roy rests his hand teasingly close to Jamie's cock, and Keeley makes a show of getting undressed. "First off, Keeley wants to ride you." Roy extends one finger and traces it along the underside of Jamie's cock. "Think you can manage to make her come without breaking the rules?"
"Yeah," Jamie says, then swallows, his eyes trained on Keeley. She's down to her knickers now, and favors them with a glowing smile. Jamie rocks his hips, seeking out friction that isn't available, straining against his bindings.
Roy moves away from him then, joining Keeley to help her out of her last bit of clothing, then meeting her in a long, lingering kiss.
As Keeley climbs on top of Jamie, Roy stretches out next to them, handing over the condom and lube when Keeley holds her hand out for them. She kisses Jamie thoroughly, but pulls back before he expects her to, if the way he stretches his neck toward her is any indication.
"Ready for me?" she asks with a wink, shifting back and lining up with his cock. Jamie nods fairly vehemently, then lets his head fall back, moaning, while she sinks down onto him. It's mesmerizing to watch her bounce over Jamie's dick, tossing her hair back every minute or so when her ponytail gets in the way.
"You look amazing," Roy says, addressing both of them, but he's not sure Jamie notices.
Keeley smiles and slows her rhythm, rolling her hips instead, then gesturing for Roy to sit up and come closer. She starts to move again as he's kissing her, thrusting her tongue into his mouth in the same rhythm as her movements. It's dead sexy, and has Roy palming himself through his trousers.
Jamie's whimper draws them out of the kiss, but when Roy checks, he insists that he's alright. "Just realizing how much I usually use me hands," he admits.
"Good," Roy says, satisfied.
Keeley calls out when she's getting close, and Jamie works his hips up to meet her, urging her on with his words and his body. The excited exhale that she gives when she topples over the edge goes straight to Roy's dick, and he finally has to throw in the towel and take his trousers off. Keeley's fallen into another kiss with Jamie by the time he settles back, and the sight is strikingly intimate. Roy's chest feels warm, seeing the two of them together—and if that's not a sign of how much has changed, Roy doesn't know what is.
"Right," Roy says when Keeley moves off of him, taking her hand and pulling her close. "You ready for a second, better orgasm?"
Keeley giggles. "I dunno, that one was pretty good."
"Nah, that was just the warm-up." They shift around until Roy's on top, and he can feel Jamie's eyes on them once he's ready and finally pushing inside her. She's relaxed and pliant, enjoying herself after all the work she had to do with Jamie tied up, and Roy intends to make it worthwhile for her. He works up a rhythm, moving his hips the way he knows she likes, and she moans her approval, arching into him. Out of the corner of his eye, Roy can see Jamie working his hips into the empty air, his needy cock twitching in arousal with no relief. Smiling to himself, he starts working his hips harder, causing Keeley to cry out in pleasure. When she comes again, clenching beautifully around his cock, he has to fight the impulse to keep fucking toward his own orgasm. It would feel amazing, but he's got other plans for tonight.
When he gets up to throw away his condom, he reaches over and removes Jamie's too. Jamie jerks against the ropes, whining at the fleeting touch against his cock. "You still with us?" Roy teases, resisting the urge to skim his fingers over him again. Jamie glares in response.
When Roy gets back, Keeley has pulled a blanket over herself to keep warm. Her eyes are sparkling, because she knows what's coming next.
Roy climbs over Jamie as Keeley had done, and Jamie reacts instantly, scooting back a bit as his eyes widen. "If you sit on my dick, I'm gonna go off like a firework on bonfire night," Jamie warns.
Roy chuckles and settles his weight on Jamie's chest, leaning in close to whisper, "You haven't earned the pleasure of me sitting on your dick."
He's close enough for Jamie to reach, so Jamie meets him in a biting kiss that keeps Roy occupied far longer than he'd planned. When he pulls back, it takes a second to get his mind back on track. "Right. Do me a favor, rap your knuckles against the headboard?"
With a bemused look, Jamie crooks a finger and knocks once, twice against the wooden frame, creating a distinctive knocking sound. "Good. Now I'm gonna put my dick in your mouth, and if you want me to stop, I want you to do that again. Yeah?" Jamie's mouth drops open as he nods. "Say it back to me."
"You're gonna fuck me mouth, and if it's too much, I knock on the headboard and you'll stop."
"That'll do," Roy says with a nod. He shifts forward, bringing the head of his dick to Jamie's lips. He doesn't expect to do much here—part of him was just trying it out to see if Jamie would go for it, after what Jamie said about pushing him. But Jamie is as unhesitant as ever, straining to wrap his lips around the head of Roy's cock, tongue working over the head. Roy moves closer, giving Jamie more to work with, and himself a more comfortable position.
Behind him, Roy knows Keeley is at work with the warming lube, teasing over Jamie's dick. He feels sure he can tell the difference between Jamie's moans of pleasure and his moans of aggravation when she starts and stops stroking him. Either way, both feel amazing against his dick. He thrusts into Jamie's mouth shallowly, not pushing too much, but none of it seems to slow Jamie down.
And then, a few minutes later, Jamie knocks hard against the headboard, and Roy moves back as fast as he's able.
But Jamie doesn't say anything to him. "Keeley, please," Jamie cries, his head falling back. Roy turns to look at her and finds a surprised, apologetic look on her face.
"Shit, sorry," she says, letting go of his cock immediately. "I may have gotten a bit too into it."
"You stopped us because you were gonna come?" Roy asks, his voice tinged with pride.
Jamie nods, looking anguished. "Does that mean I can come now?" he asks, his brows raising in hope.
"Fuck no. But good job," Roy says, patting him on the cheek. "We'll give you a break."
Jamie groans in frustration as Roy and Keeley rearrange themselves next to him. Keeley kisses Roy first before going down on him, picking up where Jamie left off and then some. She, of course, has free use of her hands, so it's not long before her skilled touch and the events of the night catch up with Roy. He calls out a warning, and she pulls off, urging him to sit up. Roy goes along without questioning, mostly focused on how amazing her hands feel on him, but then he realizes what she's doing—jerking him off onto Jamie's chest. Alongside his own helpless moans, Roy can hear Jamie cursing vehemently as his cock twitches.
After, Keeley sits in front of Roy with her legs crossed, resting her hand on Jamie's thigh. "So I guess we're done here?"
"Yeah, for sure," Roy says, letting his hand trace down Jamie's chest. "You ever feel like you're forgetting something?"
"Oh, all the time," Keeley says enthusiastically, letting her palm slide over Jamie's cock. "Like just the other day, I spent the whole drive to work sure that I'd left something behind. But if I did, I never figured out what it was."
"I hate you both," Jamie mutters, jerking at his ropes.
"Yeah, I guess sometimes it winds up being unimportant," Roy says sternly, taking over as Keeley pulls her hand away.
They go on like this for a while, chatting innocently as they tease Jamie. Roy waits until Jamie switches from the occasional 'please' to outright begging, writhing against the sheets.
"Alright, calm down," Roy says, laying a placating hand over Jamie's shoulder. "You lasted longer than I thought you would. How do you want to come?"
Jamie has tears in his eyes. "I don't care, just— Please."
Roy looks to Keeley, trying to hide his alarm, but Keeley keeps a level head. "How about I give you my fingers, yeah? And then Roy will bring you off." Jamie nods, staring up at the ceiling, not quite sobbing. "That's it. Let us take care of you."
Roy gives her a jerky nod, a little thrown by Jamie's emotional reaction. "You did good. Relax." He reaches up to free his hands, but even as the rope falls loose, Jamie keeps his hands where they are.
Keeley keeps things moving, coating her fingers and tossing Roy the lube. She inclines her head to let Roy know when to reach for his cock. As they touch him, Jamie shifts to chanting 'yes' with the occasional 'please' until he finally arches up and comes, covering his chest even more.
Jamie curls up into Roy as he comes down, still sobbing. It reminds Roy too much of the Man City game and the showing made by Jamie's terrible father. He doesn't know what to do, but he keeps his arms wrapped around Jamie, heedless of the mess between them.
"Why don't you go get a bath started for Jamie, babe?" Keeley asks softly, squeezing his arm.
"Right," Roy says, nodding. Keeley takes over the hug, murmuring comfort to Jamie as Roy heads to the bathroom. He stares into the water as he waits for it to warm up, still feeling a bit dazed. He hadn't expected Jamie to be so affected. They'll have to break one of their unwritten rules—they can't let him go home like this.
When he gets back to the bedroom, Jamie has quieted down, but he's still clutching onto Keeley for dear life. "Bath's ready," Roy says, breaking the silence. Jamie stands and heads past him without making eye contact.
Luckily, Keeley's on the same page, and they agree easily to have Jamie stay. "Did I fuck up?" Roy asks quietly.
"No," she says confidently. "Not at all, babe. You were great. I don't think it was a bad thing, what just happened."
"No?" Roy asks, slightly bewildered.
"Need I remind you of your retirement speech?" she says with a smirk. "Sometimes we all need a good cry."
When Jamie comes out of the bathroom, his clothes are wrinkled and have visible wet spots, suggesting he hadn't really dried himself off properly before putting them back on. "Is it alright if I leave my car in your drive? I think I'm just gonna get a cab home."
"Hey," Roy says definitively, standing and moving quickly into Jamie's space. He cups his hand around the back of Jamie's neck and says, "You're staying," before closing the distance and kissing him. It's not a great kiss, as Jamie doesn't respond right away, but then the tension eases from his shoulders and he kisses back. Roy is unsurprised to find Keeley standing next to them when they break apart.
"Really?" Jamie asks, his gaze shifting to Keeley after a moment. She nods and moves in to kiss him too.
"Why don't you come with me to make some tea while Roy takes his shower?" Keeley suggests, tightening her robe.
Jamie agrees, and Roy finds himself staring at the empty doorway for a full minute after they've gone. He shakes himself out of it and heads for the shower, trusting Keeley's words that he hasn't colossally fucked this up.
---
Roy comes downstairs the next morning to the strange sight of Jamie Tartt in a short robe, standing over his stovetop frying bacon.
"Mornin'," Jamie says, smiling ridiculously.
"Morning, babe," Keeley says from her spot next to the coffeemaker, pulling down his mug and pouring some for him too.
"Thanks, babe," Roy says quietly, giving her a quick kiss. He acknowledges Jamie with a brief jerk of the head. "Jamie."
Jamie goes back to the story he'd apparently been telling Keeley about something behind the scenes of Lust Conquers All. Roy finds it hard to believe that something so absurd wouldn't have made it to air, but he's not about to jump into the middle of it all before he's had his coffee.
He's sitting at the table, slightly dissociating, when Jamie sets down plates for each of them with eggs, bacon, and toast. Keeley thanks him, and Roy's about to do the same, but he happens to look over right when Jamie's sitting down, and he quickly averts his eyes.
"Did you really have to wear that robe?" he gripes, stabbing at his eggs.
"What? I like it," Jamie says, plucking at the sleeves.
"You could've used either of mine! They were right there! And then I wouldn't have to see you bollocks-out first thing in the morning."
"Keeley's fit me better," Jamie says defensively, crossing his legs.
"It's fine, Jamie," Keeley assures him. "Roy's just cranky first thing in the morning."
"Whatever," Roy grumbles. At least the bacon tastes good.
Roy is feeling more or less human again by the time he's done eating, and then Jamie surprises him further by doing the dishes.
"Sorry for freaking out last night," Jamie says over the sound of the water and clinking dishware. Ah, well that explains why he's being so helpful. "I appreciate ya lettin' me stay."
"It's no problem," Keeley says. She nudges Roy under the table and jerks her head toward Jamie.
"Yeah, it's fine. You don't hafta like, make up for it or some shit."
"I figured you'd say that," Jamie says, shooting him a lopsided smile. "But I wanted to make breakfast."
"Well, good," Keeley says, standing from the table. "You know what I want? A Sunday morning orgasm, please."
Roy and Jamie exchange a tentative look. "Who from?" Jamie asks.
Keeley shrugs. "Take your pick. I'll be upstairs."
As she heads up, Roy steps up to Jamie, studying his expression. Jamie just stares uncertainly back. "You good?" Roy asks.
Jamie's expression eases a bit. "Yeah, mate. I'm good. Thanks."
"Good," Roy says. He swipes his lips over Jamie's, then steps away and heads upstairs.
Keeley raises her eyebrows when Roy shows up alone, but then they hear Jamie clomping his way up the stairs. With a wink, Roy goes to sit on the loveseat, grabbing his latest book on the way.
"Looks like you're the lucky one," Keeley says to Jamie as Roy does his level best to start his next chapter.
"Oh, right," Jamie says with a hint of surprise. "Well, er, if you want, I could lay there, and you could sit on my face?"
"Oh, that sounds lovely. Yes."
It doesn't take a long time of hearing her happy noises before Roy gives up all pretext of trying to read. He heads for the side table to grab the lube, and Keeley grabs his robe, pulling him onto the bed.
"If you're gonna have a wank, you'll have it here, where you can kiss me," Keeley demands.
"Fair enough," Roy says, resting his hand on Jamie's hip as he leans over to kiss her. Jamie makes a needy noise against her cunt that has her giggling against Roy's lips.
Roy sits back, facing opposite of them on the bed, slowly stroking his cock. He's in no hurry to make himself come, but he can't help but be turned on by Jamie's focus, and how enthusiastically Keeley is responding to it.
When Jamie reaches for his own cock, Roy helps him out by grabbing the lube, drizzling it over Jamie's cock right before his hand gets there. Jamie moans his appreciation as he strokes himself, similarly unhurriedly, though Keeley seems to be getting closer by the second.
Roy moves back in when she beckons him forward for more kisses. Her tongue plunges into his mouth as she grips his shoulders and grinds down against Jamie's tongue. Roy lets himself be taken along for the ride as she works herself through her orgasm, moaning and writhing.
Jamie's face is a mess when Keeley moves off of him, and Keeley giggles as Roy gets up to get a towel.
After Jamie wipes off his face, he accepts Keeley's kisses of gratitude, then turns over to Roy on his other side. "I'm not going to sit on your face," Roy says, and Jamie laughs as he leans forward to brush his lips over Roy's. A moment later, Jamie's hand is on his cock, still slick with lube. Roy inhales sharply and follows through, gripping Jamie's cock in turn as he deepens their kiss.
Before Roy quite knows it's happening, they're jerking each other off like it's a race, devouring each other as they go. Jamie's tongue is vicious in his mouth, and the way he twists his hand over the head of Roy's cock has Roy fighting not to come. He holds himself back until the sounds coming from Jamie are recognizably desperate, and in the end they come at nearly the same time. Roy's pretty sure that he got Jamie there first, but Jamie believes otherwise, and Keeley refuses to say.
And then Jamie starts to complain about beard burn, and Roy forgets to argue because he's too busy laughing.
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Over the next few weeks, they don't try to schedule any dinners, metaphorical or otherwise. Richmond is working up to a big game against West Ham United, and Keeley has a new client that's taking up all of her work time and then some.
The West Ham game ends in a tie, much to the chagrin of everyone on both sides, but they do their best to bounce back, trying out some new maneuvers in training. The following couple of weeks seem to drag, with nothing going right, and Roy finally takes his frustration out on the easiest target.
"What the fuck's going on with you?" he demands once he's got Jamie alone. "You're playing like shit, you look like shit, and you turned down our last two invitations to dinner."
"Nothing! I'm just going through some shit, I dunno. I'm not in the mood for dinner."
Roy clenches his jaw, studying Jamie. He's got his arms crossed and he won't look Roy in the face. "Are you trying to break it off with us?"
"There's nothing to break off!" Jamie says, holding his hands up in surrender. "You two are together. I'm just in the way."
Roy shakes his head, ignoring the churning in his gut. "No."
"What d'ya mean no?"
"I mean no. I'm not doing this. Besides, if you want to break up with Keeley again, you're not allowed to do it through me."
"I'm not—! Holy Christ, you are infuriating!"
"Come to the house tonight. Seven thirty." He starts to storm off, pauses, then wheels around. "Actually, make it eight. Keeley's got a thing."
Jamie looks uncertain. "Roy…"
"I'll see you at eight," he demands.
He heads straight out to his car, avoiding everyone and heading straight for the nearest bakery. He gets a box of doughnuts and a weird deep-fried dessert thing that Ted likes, then heads back to Nelson Road.
Inside Ted's office, he drops the pastry box onto Ted's desk and says, "I need to talk to the Diamond Dogs."
Ted looks surprised, but as always bounces back quickly. "You got it, Kent the Gent. We'll just shoot ol' Higgins a quick text. Beard?"
"Can't. I'm on a streak," Beard says, not looking up from his phone. Every so often, his phone makes a little chiming noise.
"In that case, I will do the honors. You wanna tell us what this is about, Roy, or should we wait for the whole pack to be here?"
"I'm only doin' this once," Roy says.
"Fair enough. Fair enough. Higgins will be down in two shakes of a lamb's tail. In the meantime, if you don't mind, I thought I might just take a peek in here?" Roy waves him toward the box, privately pleased at how happy Ted is to see his favorite deep-fried monstrosity.
Beard reaches for a doughnut without looking at what it is. "Cheers," he says before taking a bite.
"Oooh, what's this?" Higgins asks as he slips into the room, going straight for the box.
"Roy's called together a meeting of the Diamond Dogs," Ted says, and they all do their ritual howling thing. Roy contributes by not rolling his eyes.
"Alright, then," Higgins says, getting comfortable with his powdered doughnut. "What's the situation?"
Beard speaks up before Roy even opens his mouth. "Roy and Keeley have been sleeping with Jamie." Higgins drops his doughnut.
"How the fuck do you know that?" Roy asks.
Beard shrugs, going back to his phone. "I'm very observant."
Ted's mouth stretches downward in a grimace, showing his discomfort. "Ah, well, I gotta say Roy, I'm not too reliable on how to maintain one relationship, let alone two."
Higgins holds up a hand. "Wouldn't it be three relationships?"
"Four," Beard says. He lifts a finger in the air and begins to draw out four corners of a square. "There's Roy and Keeley, Roy and Jamie, and Jamie and Keeley. And then there's the relationship all three of them have together."
The other two chorus their 'ohhhh'.
"Would you stop doing the fucking math and let me say my piece already?"
"Apologies, Roy," Ted says. "You have the floor."
"It started out a few months ago, as a one-time thing. He wasn't even allowed to participate, just… watch. Fuck, this whole thing is gonna sound ridiculous when I say it out loud."
Ted holds out a placating hand. "That's okay, just skip ahead, tell us what the problem is, and we can work our way back if we need to."
"He wants to break it off with us."
The three of them share looks for a few seconds, and then Ted inclines his head. "Yeah, gonna need you to work that back a little, I guess."
"It got serious along the way. Like, he stayed and cooked breakfast serious." A chorus of understanding fills the room. "And then he ghosted us."
"Uh oh," Ted says quickly, sitting up straight.
"Ted," Beard says in a warning tone.
Roy narrows his eyes. "What did you do, Lasso?"
"Uhhh, well. I'm not gonna lie to ya, I'm pretty sure I steered Jamie wrong on this one." Ted sighs. "I checked in on him a few weeks back, and he asked me for advice. He was using some metaphor about wasting time on a service he knew he eventually wouldn't have access to anymore. I thought he was talking about getting rid of cable. I told him to cut the cord."
Roy's response of "What the fuck?" blends into the simultaneous responses of, "Ted, no," and "Oooh, misfire," from Higgins and Beard.
"Well, he's coming over tonight, I'm pretty sure to do just that," Roy says. "Keeley's gonna be devastated."
"Just Keeley?" Ted asks, and Roy stares back at him.
"Have you talked to Keeley about this yet?" Higgins asks.
"No. I wanted to wait until I wasn't furious at him anymore."
"Well, buddy, I don't think you've got that much time."
Unlike the last time he came to the Diamond Dogs for help, Roy actually gets some decent advice from them. Other than recommending to check in with Keeley, which he already planned to do, they help him realize that maybe he hasn't been crystal clear with Jamie about where he stands in their relationship. It's helpful, even if it sucks. He dreads all the talking he's gonna have to do tonight.
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Jamie shows up that night wearing a polo shirt and slacks, which is already a sign that this whole day has gone to shit.
They sit at the dining table, which should be neutral ground, but all Roy can think of at first is the fucking bacon. It's been over a month since Jamie has been here, but the ghost of him still hangs around in little details throughout the house.
"Look, I don't wanna make things awkward," Jamie begins, sitting perfectly straight in his chair like he's a wooden doll. "I made a promise to Roy last year, and if I have any hope of keeping it, I think I need to walk away now."
"What the fuck?" Roy exclaims. "No fucking way, you don't get to blame this on me."
"What promise?" Keeley says, flashing a confused expression between the two of them.
"He's talking about when he apologized for saying he loved you when you weren't together."
"Oh," Keeley says, frowning. "What does that have to do with this?"
"Exactly," Roy says, placing his hand over hers on the table.
Jamie huffs, slouching in his chair. He looks a bit more human now, but he still won't look up from the table. "I haven't been with anyone else since Roy and me fucked. I haven't even wanted—" He breaks off, heaving a sigh. "That's what you two were helpin' me with, right? Figuring out what I wanted. Well, I've done that." His eyes flick to their hands briefly. "I want to fall in love, and have it mean something. Like what you two have. I want somethin' real."
Keeley turns her palm upwards and squeezes Roy's hand tight. Her eyes are filled with tears, and the whole thing is making Roy's chest feel tight. "Jamie, I…" Keeley begins, but she can't finish her sentence.
"I should go," Jamie says, nodding at the table and pushing his chair back.
Keeley throws Roy a desperate look, and Roy feels a fresh surge of anger at seeing her so upset. He stands up. "Jamie Tartt, you stop right fucking there." Jamie takes one more stuttered step forward, but then freezes. "Turn around."
Jamie does, his jaw clenched. "What," he says flatly.
"Get on your knees."
"No." Jamie says without unclenching his jaw.
Roy gets in his face. "I said, get— on— your— fucking— knees."
Jamie stares back defiantly. Roy doesn't back down. He can see the wavering in Jamie's eyes, and he's not even close to his own limit. Still looking more furious than Roy has ever seen him, he relents, kneeling in front of Roy.
"Take your shirt off."
"Make me."
Roy's voice gets rougher. "If I have to take it off of you myself, it's not coming off in one piece." With an eye roll, Jamie takes the shirt off. "Keeley, can you do me a favor and go get Jamie's gift?"
They hadn't wrapped it, since they just planned to hand it to him the next time he came over, so Keeley comes back with Jamie's new robe on a hanger. Roy takes the robe and hands the hanger back to her, holding it up to Jamie's face so he can see his own initials embroidered on it. Jamie's face doesn't waver from that carefully schooled expression.
"We got this for you a month ago," Roy bites out. With a nod at Keeley, they work together to put it on him. "I want you to stay here on your knees, on the hardwood. Have a good think about what it means to have something that's 'real'." He offers his hand to Keeley, and together they go upstairs.
Keeley pulls him into a hug as soon as they're in private.
"Sorry I didn't consult you," Roy says with a massive exhale. "It was kind of a snap decision."
"Don't you dare apologize," Keeley says, burrowing tighter into his embrace. "That was wonderful."
"He might still go."
"He won't," Keeley says confidently. Roy wishes he shared her confidence.
The wait is agonizing. As they listen for the sound of the front door opening and slamming shut, or of Jamie storming upstairs to keep arguing, every little sound from outside seems to make them twitchy.
The response, when it finally comes, is much softer. Jamie calls out for them, a tentative, "Roy? Keeley?"
Roy lets Keeley lead the way back downstairs. Jamie is on his knees, exactly where they left him. His face is dry, but his eyes are red and puffy enough to reveal he's been crying.
"So? What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry, alright?" Jamie says, looking up at Roy.
"Don't tell me, tell her."
Jamie shifts his gaze to Keeley. "I'm sorry," he says more softly. "We were having fun, but— it felt like things were starting to get heavier. I didn't think you'd want to keep me around much longer."
"So it was easier to cut and run than to actually talk to us."
Jamie trains his eyes on the floor. "I don't like being broke up with."
Roy heaves a sigh. "Look, it's been pointed out to me that sometimes I have to say something before I can assume that it's known. The last time we were together, when we all had breakfast, and then you got me off with those stubby little fingers of yours—"
"Oi!" Jamie interjects.
"That was when things really changed. It hasn't been about 'helping' you for a long time. And that morning, it wasn't even me ordering you around. It was just the three of us."
Keeley smiles. "We were hoping it'd keep being just the three of us."
"With some occasional ordering around."
"Fuck me," Jamie says with feeling. "This is the last time I'm taking advice off the field from Ted Lasso."
Roy offers him a hand, and Jamie takes it, standing up. Keeley calls Jamie toward the living room while Roy heads to the kitchen for some water. When he gets back, Jamie and Keeley are kissing. He sits on Jamie's other side, leaving the water on the coffee table as Jamie turns to him and lifts his eyebrows. Roy tilts his head in permission, and then they're kissing too. It's a tamer kiss than Roy's used to from him, and they both keep their hands to themselves, but it's nice. More of a sign of things to come.
"So… does this mean I can take you out sometime?" Jamie's gaze flits between the two of them, and Roy realizes he means a proper date, with both of them. He reaches forward for his water as he waits for an answer.
"I dunno," Keeley says, looking across Jamie at Roy, her lips curving up into a smile. "Roy's kind of an expensive date."
"Oi, that's rich coming from Miss 'Bring me the most expensive white wine you have.'"
Keeley takes Jamie's hand. "I'll have a think on our strategy with the press, if we wind up needing it. But I say yes, you can take us out."
They both look to Roy for a final answer. He rolls his eyes. "Fine. But if you take us to that bar where they're obsessed with you and sign autographs the whole time, then I'm out."
Jamie rounds on Keeley. "You told him about that?"
"Sorry," Keeley says, barely holding back a laugh. "It was a while ago."
Jamie slouches back against the couch, grumbling into his glass of water. Keeley shrugs and leans over him to kiss Roy.
It turns out not to be such a shitty day after all.
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Today
Jamie Tartt 🐶
be ready at 4
I'll pick u up
Keeley Jones 💞
how should we dress?
Jamie Tartt 🐶
respectable like
please tell me we're not going to a club
Jamie Tartt 🐶
we're not going to a club
I don't think it's a club
theyve got a membership thing but I didn't get it
trust me itll be good
I already don't wanna go
don't push it
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Keeley Jones 💞
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They wind up riding thirty minutes into the countryside, with Roy in the back so he can stretch out his leg and Keeley up front keeping the music going. Jamie doesn't let on where they're going until they turn in past a massive sign that announces "Botanic Garden" with a large arrow.
"Oh my god, it's gorgeous," Keeley says once Jamie scans their tickets and they step inside. "How the hell did you find this place?"
"I'm not that uncultured, y'know," Jamie says, pulling at his tie. "C'mon, we need to queue up here for our wristbands."
"Wristbands?" Roy asks, raising a brow.
"Yeah, they're s'posed to have booths set up all over the place with food and wine. With the wristband, we get to try something at each one."
"Ooh, they have champagne!" Keeley notices as they get closer to the front. Jamie shows another ticket on his phone, and they each get a wristband, a glass of champagne, and a biscuit.
"Who really told you about this place?" Roy asks Jamie as they step away, keeping his voice low.
"Higgins. Apparently he's been a member here for somethin' like thirty years."
"That tracks." Roy tilts his glass toward Jamie. "Cheers."
"What're you two whispering about?" Keeley asks, her mouth still full of biscuit.
"How beautiful you always look," Roy says, kissing her cheek while she chews.
Roy expects the place to be pretentious, but once they get past the main building, it's just fancy gardens, and the light crowds make it feel like it's just the three of them. They laugh at some of the more ridiculous plant names and take pictures of each other in front of some of the more impressive displays, all the while gathering more samples at each booth.
The grounds are truly massive, and there's a booth in every new section with some small bit of food and a wine pairing. Jamie stops drinking halfway through, giving them his drink in turns. Roy doesn't really stop to think why until he stumbles on a root and realizes he's well past tipsy, and Keeley has taken off her heels and started carrying them in her free hand, heedless of the dirty ground.
"Sorry," Jamie says at the end, coming back from the gift shop with bottles of water for them both. "It was s'posed to be food and wine, not crumbs and loads of alcohol."
Roy snorts, and then figures from the glares around him that he shouldn't. "It's fine. Let's just get some food into Keeley on the way home, or she'll be out for the night by seven."
"Oh, I could really go for a cheeseburger," Keeley says, then starts chugging her water.
They wind up at a diner just off the highway, overdressed and taking even more pictures in front of all their glowing neon signs. Keeley gets her cheeseburger, and Roy sings along to rat pack songs they play on the jukebox at their table. At some point he and Jamie start throwing fries at each other, though he isn't quite sure how it started.
By the time they get home, Roy's buzz has mostly faded, but his smile hasn't. They take Jamie upstairs, and Keeley pegs him while he sucks Roy off. After, they get Jamie on his back and show him how a two-for-one blowjob can work, and then they fall into a sated cuddle-pile in the middle of the mattress.
"So, good date?" Jamie asks, and laughs when Keeley swats at him.
"You did good," Roy confirms, pressing his lips to the nearest part of him, which happens to be his shoulder. Keeley finds his hand and squeezes.
Roy swears he's gonna get up and take a shower in a minute. But first he'll just rest his eyes here, enjoying the moment.
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They have a honeymoon period for a while after that.
One day, Keeley and Jamie get featured in an article where the prominent feature is a picture of her kissing Jamie's cheek. The article, of course, speculates that she's cheating on Roy with an 'old flame'. In response, Keeley updates her Instagram with a picture taken of the three of them that night with Roy in the middle, and captions it simply, "😘".
As they get closer to the end of the football season, Jamie gets more antsy about his performance on the pitch. His obsession is only making him play worse, second-guessing every decision, but when Roy points that out, it doesn't seem to sink in.
During their next match against Leicester City, Jamie seems to be a target. Roy keeps catching him mouthing off at the other team, but he can't see what's provoking him.
"Number 18's got it out for me," Jamie says at the half. "I dunno why. They all seem to hate me."
Roy doesn't find out why until they're well underway in the second half. Keeley's text is long, but informative. Apparently, Number 18's girlfriend was the last person Jamie tried to hook up with, before he started focusing on them instead. 18 just found out, and he's out for Jamie's blood.
With this in mind, Roy watches Jamie more closely, and he notices the defender sticking close by him, shouting things his way when others aren't around. Jamie pushes through it, keeping his jaw clenched and his eyes on the ball.
Only because Roy knows the background and is watching closely does he see exactly what happens next. Number 18 gets possession of the ball, close to the net, but Jamie is hot on his heels. They're clustered together, but it seems like Jamie gets the ball and only barely catches Number 18 with his foot, and a solid second goes by before Number 18 collapses.
It all goes down in less than five seconds, and then Jamie is getting red carded for interfering with a goal scoring opportunity. Roy is sure that Number 18 was playacting. He's also sure that Jamie had made contact with the ball before Number 18 even knew what was happening, so either way it was 100% a bad call.
He's furious, the crowd is furious, but Jamie is getting sent off the field nonetheless. Jamie walks off without looking at any of them, his expression full of anger, and Roy can't blame him. He can barely get out the words to explain to Beard and Lasso that they'll be appealing the call. Lasso doesn't seem too sure, but Roy knows what he saw.
If anything good can come of it, the team seems emboldened in the last twenty minutes. They play like their lives are depending on it and wind up coming away with a win, 2-1.
Jamie heads to the locker room while everyone else is rushing the pitch in celebration. Roy goes out to congratulate the team, then lets Ted know he's going after Jamie.
He finds him in the locker room, sitting on the bench and staring sullenly into space.
"It was a bullshit call," Roy says, shoving his hands in his pockets. "We're gonna challenge it. You'll be out there for the final."
"The team did better without me," Jamie says, his voice flat.
"The team did better because of you," Roy challenges. "They were as outraged as me, except they were actually in a position to do something about it."
"Yeah," Jamie says blankly, throwing his used towel in the bin. "I'm gonna get outta here."
"I'm taking you to our place," Roy says, leaving no room for argument.
Jamie meets his eyes briefly, and the spark of emotion Roy sees gives him hope that Jamie's not completely broken. "Fine. Let's go."
He texts Keeley on the way to the car.
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Jamie stays quiet the whole drive home. It's unnerving, but Roy's not about to try and fill the silence. As soon as they're inside, Jamie asks, "Can I go upstairs?"
"Yeah, go ahead," Roy says. He takes his time hanging up his coat, sorting through the mail, and texting Keeley to say that they're home—figuring Jamie might want a moment alone.
When he gets up to the bedroom, he finds Jamie on his knees in his usual spot next to the bed. Hiding his surprise, he goes to stand in front of him. "You're waiting for me?"
Jamie nods, but he seems weirdly… skittish. He nearly flinches when Roy cards his fingers through his hair. He just stands like that for a while, waiting to see what Jamie will do.
"Go on," Jamie says, shifting his weight. "Aren't ya gonna call me a fuckup? A failure? Push me around?"
"Why the fuck would I do that?"
"I fucked up today, right? This is the part where you punish me."
"No, it's not," Roy says firmly. He takes his hand back and sits on the bed, closer to Jamie's eye line but not quite. "Do you want me to say those things to you?"
Jamie's jaw flexes. "I want you to tell me the truth. And give me whatever I deserve."
"And would you like it if I smacked you about?"
Jamie shrugs. "I dunno. Maybe."
Roy crosses his arms. "I'm gonna need more than a maybe on this one, Jamie. Think about it."
Jamie sighs and closes his eyes. He scrunches them up in concern as he, apparently, thinks about it. "Okay, no, I probably wouldn't like it. But… I liked it when you left me alone on my knees, that one time. 'Cause I screwed up. I mean, I sort of liked it. I guess I like knowing that when I do fuck up, you'll call me on it, and punish me."
"Give you what you deserve," Roy says, repeating Jamie's earlier words.
"Right."
Roy uncrosses his arms with a sigh. If Keeley were here, she'd give him shit for his terrible body language. "Look, you know I won't hesitate to punch your lights out if you deserve it."
"Yeah, exactly," Jamie says. He still looks like he's bracing himself for it.
"But back at day one, you said that was one of your limits. When we're here, when we're doing this?" Roy says, indicating Jamie on his knees. "I'm never gonna let it get that far. If you've done something that deserves punching, then I've done a shit job at setting the boundaries."
Jamie looks relieved, but he doesn't stop pushing. "Isn't that how this goes, though? I act like a brat—"
"Little bitch," Roy corrects.
Jamie flushes happily, a smile ghosting over his lips. "Right. And then you punish me."
"You've been watching too much porn. Punishments don't have to be like that." He stands up again and pushes his fingers through Jamie's hair more tightly, making him tilt his head back. Roy waits for him to make eye contact before he continues. "I'm never gonna hit you, not in this setting, unless you decide you like it—that it's a positive. Punishments I can do, the way I want to, if that's what you need. But not that." Roy stares down at him a moment, hoping he's making himself clear. He's never been great at words, but this is important. "The stuff we do when we're together is either what you want or what you need. Never anything else."
"Okay," Jamie says, his voice rough.
Roy loosens his grip, and Jamie lets his head fall forward, his forehead resting against Roy's thigh. They stay like that for a while, with Roy petting over Jamie's hair, and Roy doesn't comment when Jamie starts to cry. He thinks he's starting to get how Jamie processes things.
"You wanted me to tell you the truth," Roy begins haltingly. He's glad he doesn't have to look Jamie in the eyes while he works through this. "Well, truth is you played brilliantly today." He thinks back to his first game against Chelsea after he'd joined Richmond and cringes. "I had a couple run-ins with taunting back in my day. Can't say I stayed as focused as you did today."
Jamie sits back, wincing as his weight shifts. "Seriously?" he says, and Roy nods. He's pleased to see some of the light returned to Jamie's eyes.
"Wanna move to the bed?" Roy suggests, and Jamie lets him help him up.
Roy gives him a light kiss as he stands, earning himself a raised eyebrow from Jamie. "That was from Keeley." He moves in again just as quickly, holding Jamie in place and scraping his teeth over his lower lip when he pulls back. "That one was from me."
Jamie smiles and pulls Roy down onto the bed with him; Roy doesn't resist. Jamie rolls onto his back, though, and doesn't press any further. They lie there for a few minutes in silence, their shoulders touching. It's nice, now that Roy's fairly certain Jamie's not about to have a breakdown.
"Aren't ya gonna ask me about the girl?" Jamie asks eventually, rolling to his side to face Roy.
"What girl?" Roy asks, glancing over.
"The woman, I mean. Number 18's girlfriend."
Roy shrugs. "Is she important?"
"I didn't know she weren't single. She came onto me, and I'd been having some trouble pulling, so." He lifts a shoulder. "We didn't even get that far. I kept hearing your bloody voice in my head telling me to savor it. I was so distracted she gave up on me."
Roy snorts. "You were that gone on us already?"
"I texted Keeley the next morning to see if you would fuck me," Jamie says without a drop of shame.
Roy reaches for him then, pulling him on top for a rough, heated kiss. Jamie gives as good as he gets, his tongue exploring Roy's mouth, his teeth nipping when tongues are out of the way. Roy jerks out of the kiss eventually to bite at Jamie's neck, leaving a mark that Jamie will surely have to explain to the team later. Roy can't wait to hear what he says.
For now, Jamie apparently likes it, as he goes back to kissing Roy with double the enthusiasm. They're both hard, rubbing up against each other without any urgency, and that's how Keeley finds them.
"Doing better, I see," she says with a cheeky grin. Jamie breaks away to look at her, panting past swollen lips. Roy doubts he looks any better.
"Hey, babe," Roy calls out. "How's Rebecca?"
"Good. She says I owe her for ditching out after two drinks."
"I take it she knows about this, then?"
Keeley laughs as she joins them in bed. "Please. She's known from the beginning."
Jamie squawks in protest, but Roy just chuckles as she leans in to kiss him, then shifts to Jamie.
"We're s'posed to make sure we give Jamie what he deserves after how he played today," Roy informs her as they maneuver Jamie into the middle of the bed. Jamie rolls his eyes, opening his mouth to protest. Roy pushes two fingers past his lips to shut him up.
"Oh, well in that case," Keeley says, grinning as she hooks her fingers into his waistband.
It's the first time they let Jamie come before either of them have. After they get off together, narrating their pleasure to Jamie to keep him worked up, they bring him off again with Roy's fingers fucking into him and Keeley's tongue on his cock.
After that, Jamie is so spent that he dozes off. Keeley kisses Roy and congratulates him quietly on a job well done.
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They win the appeal against Jamie's red card on Wednesday, clearing him to return to the field for the final. The team is amped up during training, but Jamie shies away from plays that focus solely on him. "You lot did amazing out there last game after I was kicked off. We can build off that, too."
Ted is so proud he has tears in his eyes. Roy's proud of him too, but he doesn't intend to show Jamie how much until later.
He sees the moment Jamie checks the group thread after training, his cheeks going instantly red.
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Jamie turns to find him immediately, grinning widely. Roy rolls his eyes; so much for discretion.
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Keeley is already home when they get there. "I skived off a little early. I was too excited."
"About the red card thing?" Jamie asks. "Or…?"
"He's been trying to get me to tell him what 'dessert' means since he saw the text," Roy explains.
Keeley says, "I thought we established this. Dessert means sex."
"Yeah, but what's special dessert mean?"
"Ah," Keeley says, biting her lower lip in excitement.
"She already knows too?" Jamie whines.
Roy exchanges an amused look with Keeley. "What d'you say we have dessert first?"
"Fuck yeah," Jamie says, and starts stripping while they're still on the stairs. He launches onto the bed immediately and stretches out in nothing but his briefs. "So, what're we doin'?"
"Keeley and I are taking our time," Roy says pointedly, fitting his hands around her hips and kissing her, slowly and thoroughly. She breathes a laugh against his lips while her fingers find his belt, unfastening it with precision and pulling it loose.
They remove each article of clothing one at a time, kissing all the while, running their hands over each other's bodies. Jamie whines about being left out, and Roy breaks his kiss with Keeley to say, "Not our fault you rushed through this step."
"I didn't know," Jamie says. It's becoming a problem when even his pout does something for Roy. "Maybe if you told me what we're doing next?"
Roy chuckles. "Don't you have any guesses? Anything we haven't done together yet?"
Jamie's mouth twists as he thinks about it. "I dunno, I guess we haven't tried 69 all at the same time. 'S that a different number? Can you even do that with three people?"
"Not that," Roy says with an affectionate eye roll. "It's something you've clearly wanted but only hinted at because you clearly thought I'd say no."
Jamie still isn't getting it. After another minute or so, his eyes drift over Roy's shoulder and then widen as his eyebrows shoot up. "Oh!"
Roy turns to see Keeley quickly dropping her hands, but not before he sees the crude hints she was giving him. She smiles, all faux innocence, and Roy just shakes his head at her, smiling back.
"You want me to fuck you," Jamie says, his voice full of wonder.
"If you can handle that."
Any trace of nervousness in Jamie's expression vanishes at Roy's challenge. "You'll finally get to see what you been missin' out on."
"Don't oversell it," Roy says, climbing overtop of him and brushing their lips together. He repeats the gesture a couple more times—a fleeting kiss before pulling away—until Jamie makes a frustrated noise and hauls him into his arms, rolling them over so that he's on top. Roy smirks at the triumphant look on Jamie's face, as if he hasn't just done exactly what Roy wanted.
Keeley joins them then, pulling Jamie's briefs off and taking kisses of her own. With that last barrier removed, Jamie rubs his cock along the crease of Roy's hip while kissing him sloppily, his distraction obvious.
"Careful," Roy warns. "You need to last at least long enough to make me come."
"Fuck you," Jamie says without heat, sitting back on his knees.
"That's the idea." Keeley dutifully hands Jamie the lube with a wink. "Mind if I help?"
They get Roy ready together. The sensation of two people fingering him instead of one shouldn't be this intoxicating, but he's so turned on his twitching cock is leaking precome onto his abdomen. They slow their rhythm when they start kissing each other, and Roy curses at them and jerks his hips until they get moving again, giggling to show a complete lack of remorse. Typical.
"You know," Keeley says, "you could fuck me too, but Roy doesn't think you'll last that long."
"He won't," Roy says over Jamie's indignant squawk.
"Don't worry, though," Keeley murmurs. "You can still fuck me with my vibrator."
Jamie looks like he wants to argue further, but then Roy clenches down over their fingers, sufficiently distracting him. "Go on," Roy says. "I'm ready."
Keeley helps Jamie get ready too, rolling on the condom and slicking him up with a few firm strokes. Even that has Jamie moaning—yeah, Roy is confident about his prediction.
Keeley gives Roy a parting kiss before settling on her side of the bed. He's glad she doesn't go so far as the loveseat—he wants to make this special for Jamie, but he wants her to be a part of it just as much. He reaches out, palm up, and she takes his hand as Jamie lines himself up.
"Ah, shit, Roy," Jamie gasps after he's barely started.
"Keep it together. You're not a teenager anymore."
"Stop sayin' that!" Jamie blurts. He moves his hips a little, inching further inside. "You act like I've got, like, no stamina, even though I'm always the one that has to wait! And I always do make it, when you tell me to."
"Yeah, and it got you so annoyed that you just got all the way inside me without overthinking it," Roy points out.
Jamie purses his lips. "You're the worst," he says, and rolls his hips.
Roy decides to stop teasing him after that, because once Jamie gets moving, he fucks Roy like he's got something to prove. He doesn't have to think about it—he can just enjoy it, and fuck, he's enjoying it.
"Fuck yeah," he breathes when Jamie makes a particularly impressive maneuver that ends with his cock dragging over Roy's prostate. Jamie's breath catches and before Roy knows it's happening, Jamie drops his weight down and starts kissing him within an inch of his life.
At this point, it's undeniable that their connection is more than just physical. He can feel Jamie's fingers curling over Keeley's where their hands are joined, and the slow, sensual way that Jamie fucks him while licking his way into Roy's mouth has Roy's chest feeling tight.
It's good for a while—amazing, really—but then Roy needs him to move. He reaches up with his free hand to shove at Jamie's shoulder. "Faster," he commands.
Jamie has no problem getting on board with this new plan, and he raises himself back up, speeding up his rhythm until they're both moaning.
"Keeley," Jamie says, his voice strained. He shoots her a wild look that Roy can't interpret, but after a moment she nods. She removes her hand from between his and Jamie's, which he forgives a handful of seconds later when her slicked up fingers grip his cock.
"He's not so bad, eh?" Keeley mutters, her breath hot against the shell of his ear. "You think when we started all this that you'd be letting Jamie Tartt fuck you within a year?"
"Fuck," Roy says, unable to say anything else. He hears a breathy laugh come from Jamie.
"Oi, don't you pretend that you don't have 'fuck Roy Kent' on your bucket list," Keeley adds. Jamie doesn't laugh again.
Between Keeley's hand on his dick and the desperate thrust of Jamie inside of him, Roy can barely keep hold of a thought. His toes curl and he lets out a steady stream of curses as his body winds tighter and tighter until—finally, his orgasm washes over him, his body clenching tight over Jamie's cock as he comes.
"Fuckin' hell, I hate it when you're right," Jamie says, his hips snapping frantically. He takes a few unsteady breaths before he continues. "Can I come?"
"Yeah," Roy says without dragging it out, feeling a swell of affection for him. Keeley kisses his cheek, and he turns to kiss her properly as Jamie shudders through his own orgasm.
They take a quick break to clean up, and then Keeley takes center stage as the two of them drape themselves over her, hands wandering as Jamie fucks her vibrator in and out of her.
"Mm, my two boys," she sighs as they each suck on her breasts. Roy pets the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, feeling the slight reverberations of the toy. He nudges Jamie to turn up the vibration on the toy when he can see that she's getting close, her thighs tensing and her gasps getting louder. "Oh yeah, fuck yeah," she cries out, and Roy helps Jamie hold the vibe still while she grinds against it.
She takes turns swapping kisses with each of them as she comes down, rocking her hips against a lower setting on the toy. She finally signals to Jamie that he can turn it off, then collapses back onto the pillows, blowing her hair out of her face. "I'd call that a successful dessert, yeah?"
"Definitely," Jamie says as Roy grunts his agreement.
Keeley excuses herself to the loo, and Jamie scoots closer, pulling Roy into a kiss. "I know you don't really wanna hear the emotional shit, so—" And Jamie kisses him again. With an inward laugh, Roy kisses back, matching Jamie's slow certainty.
Keeley returns with her robe cinched around her waist, holding out each of their robes. "C'mon, babes. Let's go have dinner."