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It had been a long day of training. And Jamie had played sensationally. Roy made sure to tell him so on the drive back. (Not that he didn't already know.) When they got home though, Jamie was utterly exhausted. Maybe all those four a.m. training sessions were catching up to him.
The second they got past the doorway, Jamie flopped onto the couch and started to doze off. From his already half-conscious state, he didn't notice Roy sit down next to him.
Jamie was practically asleep when Roy moved his feet onto his lap. And was already snoring when Roy gently untied his laces and eased his shoes off.
Roy would still have done most of this if Jamie was awake. But Jamie being asleep meant that Roy didn't have to feel nervous about it. Usually, he would wonder how he became so soft for fucking TARTT. But when Jamie was asleep he could be as pathetic as he wanted and no one would know. He was watching Jamie just breathing like a fucking psychopath and it was quite nice.
Roy paused for a moment after peeling off Jamie's socks. Phoebe had done very well on Jamie's nails. She wanted to do an acronym like with Roy's hippie shirt but unfortunately, the letters of Jamie's name had been much harder to spell out in colors. (Plus, Phoebe only had so many polishes to choose from. She ended up going with red and blue for Richmond.)
Then, he stood up, pulled a blanket over Jamie's top half (specifically only the top), and went to the kitchen to make them both something to eat. His boyfriend would surely be hungry when he woke up.