@neverrcry asked // finally kissing the person youโve been pining for . // from here !
There's no fucking way this is happening. Not a chance in hell. This, the thing that Jamie's dreamt of since he was a teenager, staring up at the Chelsea match on the TV in their living room while he sat on the floor, watching the man in the 6 kit conducting the pitch like a master. The thing that he never told himself he wanted, but that always remained in his mind, even during Jamie's loan, while the two of them butted heads literally and metaphorically, on and off the pitch. The thing that he never thought would actually happen, not even when they got closer due to the training routine they'd picked up together, and the way Roy planned his meals, and made sure that Jamie was getting the hydration he needs, the sleep he needs.
All of that was... well, it was something that Jamie couldn't quite describe, but it was never this. And now it's happening, and Jamie thinks he's dreaming. There's no way any of this is real. Jamie's able to read the man like a fucking book when it comes to football, to strategy, to working out, to the pain he carries in his knee. For all that Jamie can read him, he never thought that he wanted this, too. So he's dreaming. He must be.
If he's dreaming, though... he may as well take advantage of it before he wakes up and meets Roy for training at the stroke of four. He leans in, kissing him a little bit deeper, his hands coming to his waist. The beard is scratchy against his face, but not in a bad way... it sends shivers through his body just feeling it. He wants to feel it against his neck, his chest, his inner thighs... Jamie makes a quiet noise, almost a whine of delight. He doesn't want to wake up.
