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Roy knows what's coming the moment Phoebe grabs Jamie's hand and drags him in her room to show him her dolls or whatever the fuck else, leaving him alone with his sister. And perhaps him knowing what's coming is less about how well he knows his sister - which he fucking does - and more about him allowing the person that knows him the best to see what he's been able to easily hide from everyone else for longer than he'd like to admit.
"So," she says and raises her eyebrows at him, as if that has ever worked on him; they have the same crazy fucking eyebrows since they were kids.
Roy just stares at her, clearly unimpressed and serious, which would have discouraged almost anyone else, but she only looks fucking amused. Having siblings is so fucking annoying sometimes.
"How long has this been going on?" She asks, nodding towards the room Jamie and Phoebe have disappeared in.
"Nothing has been going on," he says and he knows it's probably fucking pointless but he has to at least fucking try.
"Can't believe you didn't fucking say anything," she tells him, completely ignoring his words. "This is exciting. When are you asking him out? You clearly have Phoebe's approval already."
"Fuck off," he says, because this is a lot, before realising he hasn't been able to talk about this with anyone - probably why he kept going on and on about Jamie to Phoebe - so perhaps this is his fucking chance. As fucking annoying as this whole thing is. "I'm his fucking coach, I can't do that."
"Oh, so you admit you want to ask him out," she says with a huge grin, as if she didn't already know it. What has he fucking done to deserve this? "But yeah, that's some bullshit excuse. You're adults, I'm sure you could work that out."
"I don't even know if he's interested-"
Before he can finish his sentence, his sister bursts out laughing and Roy's head snaps to the door, afraid Jamie and Phoebe might come to see what's going on. Thankfully, he can't hear any movement coming from the hallway.
"What the fuck's so funny?"
"You have to know he's in love with you," she says once she's stopped fucking laughing and Roy frowns - because what -, his heartbeat picking up at the words. "You really don't see it? The way he looks at you, come on, Roy. That boy was holding his fucking breath until you said you liked his gift."
"That's just Jamie and his constant need for approval. It's not about me," he explains, because he fucking knows Jamie, okay, and earns himself an eye roll.
"Yeah, I bet he buys considerate gifts for fake holidays to everyone," she says, looking fully unimpressed and done with him. "Stop being an idiot and do something about it."
Roy grunts.
"Or maybe I will, if you don’t want him."
"Oi," he says before he can stop himself, even though he fucking knows she's only being a little shit and she laughs, looking quite proud of herself.
"He probably fucking is my... best friend. I don't want to fucking ruin that," he admits after a moment, his frown deepening.
"You won't, trust me. I'm always fucking right-"
"Uncle Roy, that's one pound," comes Phoebe's voice from the hallway and Roy shakes his head, but his lips twitch upwards despite himself.
"I didn't fucking say anything."
"Two," Phoebe says as she and Jamie come back. Jamie has a fucking tiara on his head. "I decided Jamie will be the princess now, because his hair is prettier. Sorry, Uncle Roy," Phoebe informs him, the little traitor, and Jamie grins, looking all smug about it.
"Yeah, sorry, Uncle Roy."
Roy can't even be mad about the betrayal; Jamie does look very pretty with the fucking tiara on.
"Can I at least be a dragon now?" He asks and Phoebe frowns in that way she always does when she thinks. Then she reaches for Jamie's hand and pulls him to the corner of the room and they just fucking whisper quietly together, apparently deciding his fate. It's really fucking cute and Roy absolutely refuses to look at his sister, because he fucking knows she can see right through him right now. She probably even knows exactly what he's thinking about.
A few moments later Phoebe and Jamie come back, ready to announce the decision of the council.
"Okay, Uncle Roy, but you'll be the baby dragon. I'm still the big, scary one," she says and Roy shrugs in agreement. A win's a win.
Just like the few other times Phoebe's spent time with Jamie, she's reluctant to let him leave. Not that Jamie tries. He seems to genuinely be having fun, but Roy knows he came here right after training and he definitely should get some rest. Both Phoebe and Jamie fucking pout when Roy announces the party is over, but Jamie promises to come over to play again soon and Phoebe tells him he should keep the tiara until then.
Roy ignores his sister's pointed look as he follows Jamie to the front door, but her words from earlier are stuck in his head. His sister is usually right, he can admit that. So, maybe...
Fuck.
Jamie apparently had one of the lads drop him off after training so Roy offers to drive him home, no ulterior motive whatsoever. Okay maybe he just doesn't want this day to end yet. That's all.
"You can take the tiara off now," Roy tells him, starting the car.
"So you can steal it back? Nah," Jamie teases and Roy snorts.
"Fuck off."
He can see Jamie grinning with the corner of his eye and he has to stop himself from turning to look at him, doing his best to focus on the road. It's fucking annoying how good Jamie is at distracting him from literally anything else.
"This was fun," Jamie says then and Roy grunts in agreement, thinking about Jamie's gift and Jamie smiling at him and playing with Phoebe and laughing with his sister. It really felt like he belonged there.
Roy keeps thinking about all that during the whole drive and about everything his sister said and damn her, perhaps she's fucking right. Perhaps he has to do something about it.
It doesn't take them long to reach Jamie's house and Roy stops the car in the driveway, still deep in his thoughts, coming up with all the ways he could fuck this up, but always coming to the same conclusion; that if there's a possibility that Jamie feels the same, risking it all will be fucking worth it.
He realises they've been sitting outside of Jamie's house for some moments now and he frowns, turning to look why Jamie's not going inside and straight to bed.
"Are you mad at me?" Jamie asks then, not looking at him, eyes fixed down on his hands resting on his lap. Roy has no fucking idea where this comes from.
"What, no. Why the fuck would I be?"
Jamie shrugs, now turning to look at him. "You were quiet and frowning the whole drive here. Like, even more than usual," Jamie explains and okay, Roy hadn't realised that. In his defense, that's just his thinking face. Now that he thinks about it perhaps that's where Phoebe got hers from- "I didn't want to intrude or anything. But Phoebe called and told me I should come to Uncle's Day and you know I can't say no to her and I thought it'd be fun, yeah, because I like spending time with you, but I should've asked you first, sorry."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I shouldn't have assumed you wanted me there-"
"Jamie. Shut up," Roy tells him, feeling only a little bad about it, because Jamie looks like a kicked puppy. It's fine, Roy's going to fucking fix this. "I'm really glad you came today, okay. I wanted you there. I want you around all the fucking time. It's fucking annoying."
Jamie narrows his eyes, looking properly confused now. "I don't think I understand," he says and yeah perhaps Roy shouldn't be sounding fucking angry while confessing his... feeling or whatever.
He takes a deep breath and starts again. "You heard Phoebe. I talk about you all the time. I think about you all the fucking time, too. I especially think about kissing you. Like, a fucking lot."
Jamie finally seems to fucking understand - thank fuck because this was fucking painful -, his eyebrows rising, his lips parting around an oh.
"Yeah," Roy says, waiting for a fucking response because what the fuck does oh mean? Was his sister right or did he just fuck up everything?
"So are you gonna kiss me or what?" Jamie says, back to his little shit self again, a smile forming on his lips and Roy rolls his eyes, but the answer is absolutely fucking yes.
“Little prick,” Roy mutters and grabs the front of Jamie's hoodie and pulls him close, meeting him halfway over the console and crashing their lips together. The position is not the most comfortable one that's for fucking sure, but Roy refuses to pull away and it seems Jamie's not very willing to do so either.
Jamie licks over his lower lip and Roy parts his mouth, letting him deepen the kiss, welcoming the pleased sound Jamie makes as Roy sucks on his tongue. They keep kissing for a while, just two fucking idiots in the fucking car as if Jamie's house isn't right there. Somehow it's still fucking perfect, so who the fuck cares?
"So you like me?" Jamie says against his lips, clearly reluctant to pull away but still wanting to fucking talk.
"I fucking said so, didn't I?"
Now, Jamie does pull away. "No, you didn't!"
Roy's about to argue, but then he thinks about his words earlier and okay he didn't fucking say it, but it was implied. "Yes, Jamie. I really fucking like you."
Jamie grins, still with his tiara on, still fucking pretty, making Roy's fucking heart skip a beat.
"I really fucking like you, too," he says and then they're kissing again and Jamie somehow manages to move over the console and end up straddling Roy, pressing the horn in the process. Not that Roy even pays attention to that because he has a lap full of Jamie and that's more than enough to distract him from anything else.
It's fucking weird how not weird this is. It feels right, kissing Jamie, touching him, being touched by him. Even in the front seat of the fucking car, like they're a couple of fucking teenagers.
Roy doesn't know how long they just keep kissing, but he knows it's quite a while before they finally pull away. Jamie's smiling and his cheeks are a pretty pink and his hair kind of a mess and Roy can't take his eyes off of him.
"Hey," Jamie says and Roy can't help mirroring the soft smile on Jamie's face.
"Hey," he says and leans in to peck Jamie's lips one more time just because he fucking can, before reaching to fix Jamie's tiara. It makes Jamie's smile widen and Roy's heart fucking stop for a second.
"So this is happening, yeah?" Jamie asks and Roy nods without hesitation.
"Fuck yes."
"Okay, Uncle's day's officially me favourite fucking holiday of the year," Jamie tells him, not even fucking joking, and Roy laughs, shaking his head.
"Fuck off," he says and just absolutely has to kiss the smile on Jamie's lips.
And perhaps Uncle's day is Roy’s favourite holiday too, but no one needs to fucking know that.