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The sky was a deep obsidian colour, the stars twinkling idley as only the nightingales and the owls sung their special song from their homes in the trees.
London was actually quite nice in the early morning, Roy thought to himself. There were no stupid people in his way to ask, "Are you really Roy Kent?" Or "Can I have an ussie?" Nope. There was none of that. Just him and a few cars passing every couple of minutes.
The whole world was asleep, and it was peaceful. Unfortunately, the same thing couldn't be said for Jamie Tartt, who was about to get a rude awakening.
Roy banged on the door harshly, the door shaking under submission. Any harder, and Roy's fist could have easily broken threw it. He waits a few seconds before banging again (a few more than last time)
"TARTT!" He yelled carelessly, not caring for the sleeping neighbours. "Don't make me burst in there!" He warned.
Finally, after a few seconds, the front lights turn on, and the door opens. Roy pushed himself through, letting himself into Jamie's house without any warning.
"What the fuck man?" Jamie rubbed his tired eyes, confused as to what was going on. "Why are you here so early? I was having a nice dream!" He crossed his arms and whined like a toddler.
"God," Roy rolled his eyes. "You sound like Phoebe."
"Why are you here, Roy?" Jamie asks.
"Training." He grumbled, giving the younger man no more explanation. Jamie's eyebrows furrowed together. "The seasons over." He pointed out like Roy didn't already know that. "I thought we would have a break from training."
"No breaks for you, tartt. Season or not."
Jamie scoffed. "Of course not." He whispered under his breath, annoyed at Roy. He then remembered he couldn't be too annoyed. He was the one that asked for this. He knew what he was getting into. He just didn't think it would be THIS intense.
"Now get into some clothes you can actually train in." Roy eyed him up and down.
Jamie saluted him jokingly. "Yes, coach." He raced up his stairs, his pasty white ass on full display. Roy watched the way it moved as he ran, still confused about why he slept without any bottoms on.
A few moments later, Jamie came back down the stairs, now fully clothed. He jumped up and down on the spot, energetically. "So," He started. "Where are we training today?" He asked. Sometimes, Roy would switch things up and do training in all sorts of places to keep Jamie on his toes.
"Here. We're training here." He answered.
Jamie frowned. He didn't really enjoy the thought of bringing the work out to his home. He rather liked leaving all the football and workouts at Richmond AFC, leaving all of it at the doorstep. He would much rather watch reality tv all day. But alas, Roy had other plans.
"Yeah. Alright. Fine." He rubbed his head, not arguing, knowing he would lose anyway.
Jamie put some music on from his alexa, and they began the workout.
To say Roy's training was intense would be an understatement. Roy had him doing all sorts. Running on the spot, push-ups, push-ups with weight on his back, berpies, lifting weights, pull-ups. And so on.
It was a lot. Jamie found himself quickly out of breath. He grabbed his knees, trying his best to regulate his breathing back to a normal standard. He didn't even get this tired out after a match. But unfortunately for him, Roy liked to see him suffer.
"You better not be taking a rest, Tarrt. On the floor! Give me a plank!" He demanded, making Jamie roll his eyes.
Jamie drops to the floor anyway, spreading his arms out in front. The first forty seconds were easy as pie, not really feeling anything, but then his muscles began to burn and ache, the sensation increasing as the seconds pass. He grunts as his body screams at him to move. "Fuck." He forced out, ready to give in.
"Don't you fucking dare get up!" Roy yelled, pushing Jamie to his limits, almost like he wants to see Jamie break.
A bead of sweat dripped down Jamie's forehead, followed by another and another. He couldn't take much more of this. "Please." He breathed out, begging for permission to get up.
"Are you a better footballer than Zava?" He challenged.
"No." He answered bitterly.
"Then you're not getting up until I say. You asked me to coach you, which means your ass is mine, Tartt." Roy spoke in a low voice that had come out incredibly and unintentionally seductive.
Jamie shuddered at Roy's words, his face heating up with a whole mix of emotions. Whatever he was feeling, he didn't like it. It made him feel sick.
He soon folds in, jumping back up. "Need a piss real quick!" He announces before shooting off into the downstairs bathroom, not daring to look Roy in the eye.
He pressed his back against the bathroom door, looking down at himself, and the problem currently sat in his boxers. It was way worse than he had originally thought.
He was rock hard. Not even a semi. Rock. Hard. "Your ass is mine." The sentence had repeated itself in Jamie's head. The thumping of his heart became increasingly hard to ignore.
"Shit. Shit. Shit!" He panics. "Not now! Why now?!" He talks to his pants. He couldn't ever face Roy again.
He tells himself it wasn't from Roy. There was just no way! He wasn't gay! He loved women! He loved fucking women! So why on earth was Jamie so fucking horny right now? Why when Roy had said that did his cock twitch with need?
No. This wasn't from Roy. It couldn't be. It was early in the morning, he had been doing a bunch of fitness and he hadn't slept with anyone in a while. This was only his body telling him he needed to get laid. That was all.
Still. He needed to do something about this. He couldn't go back out there with his erection fully on display. Roy would kill him. Or call him a fag. He didn't know which one he hated more.
He slid a hand down his boxers, using it to move up and down his boner, trying desperately to make it go away. He pictures a pair of boobs. The normal stuff. The stuff that he should like. That should get him aroused. Not his coach talking dirty to him.
Nothing seems to be working. It showed no sign of going down.
Roy knocked on the door, causing Jamie to jump, his hand springing away from his cock like he had just been busted. "All good in there? You ain't taking a shit or anything?"
"Fuck." Jamie mouths to himself. "I. Um. I have a little problem." By little, he meant huge, but he didn't need Roy asking questions.
"Such as?"
Jamie shakes his head. "Nothing!" His voice comes out higher than intended, feeling guilty and gross. He just wanted Roy to leave.
"Come out, Jamie." Roy spoke softly, and Jamie had no other option but to open the door. He doesn't look Roy in the eye, keeping his vision strictly on the floor. "Holy. Shit." Roy blinks. Confused? Turned on? He couldn't tell the difference.
Jamie flushed a bright red. He hadn't been this embarrassed about having a boner since year 10 when his English teacher forced him to do a presentation.
"It's not from you. Just a bit of morning wood. That's all." Jamie lied very obviously.
"Mhm." Roy hummed, not believing him for a second. He wasn't fooling anyone. Jamie was a horrible liar.
"Stop looking at it!" He threw his hands up in the air in frustration. "It just won't go away. I can't train like this."
"No. You're right. You can't. You'll have to do something about it." Roy shrugged, somehow more calm than Jamie had expected.
"I can't do it whilst I know you're here." Jamie just cringed at the thought of finishing business with Roy only next store. He just wouldn't do it.
Roy tutts. "I've seen you naked in the showers before. It's not much different from that." He brought up, even though he knew it wasn't the same. But they needed to get back to training as fast as they could, so Jamie had to do something, and that wasn't waiting it out. Roy took a step closer, lifting Jamie's chin with his finger, forcing them to look at each other in the eye. "If it makes it go quicker, I can help?" He offered. It would be the only time he offered.
This took Jamie completely off guard, his heart racing even more now. "W-what?" He swallowed a lump in his throat, expecting Roy to say he was just joking and that he was disgusting. But it never came.
Roy kissed him harshly, getting straight to the point. He had to do something. Jamie, even though he was in a state of shock, kissed him back.
He had never kissed another guy before. It was different in many ways more than one. First, it was more aggressive and sloppy. It felt like Roy had wanted this even when he knew he probably hadn't. Roy wasn't gay. He was just helping him out. Totally normal. Secondly, he felt the roughness of Roy's beard tickling the side of his face. It was a different sensation than what he was used to, but he kind of liked it.
Roy had begun moving, dragging Jamie by the shirt into the living room. It's there where he shoves Jamie down onto the sofa, separating their lips.
"Touch yourself." Roy ordered, stood tall in front of Jamie. He was serious. Dead serious.
Jamie doesn't break eye contact as he hesitantly took care of his grey joggers, pulling them down his leg and chucking them carelessly to the floor. His joggers are then followed shortly after by his boxers, revealing Jamie's fully erect dick. He felt extremely exposed. There was something just so embarrassing about the idea of Jamie Tartt pleasuring himself in front of the guy he used to have hung up on his bedroom wall as a child. His coach, the guy who would have to see him every day at work.
Jamie wraps his hand around his member, closing his eyes and stroking himself slowly. He groans quietly in pleasure, picking up the pace ever so slightly.
Roy watches eagerly, his own pants tightening as Jamie gets himself off in front of him. "Fuck." Roy grumbled lowly. This was hot.
Jamie continued to touch himself but it wasn't helping much. It was just too awkward, too quiet. He needed Roy to say something, to tell him what to do, to call him a name. Roy must have read his mind cause in that moment Roy began to speak. " Stop touching yourself and come here." He demanded, unbuckling the belt on his jeans and pulling them down his leg. He needed to see this little prick on the end of his knob, struggling against his length. Jamie stopped touching himself and got off the sofa, listening to Roy like the good slut he was. He was used to being the dominant one when it came to women but this was so much better.
Roy grabbed his head and pushed him down to the floor, Jamie's bare knees touching the fluffy carpet. He looked up at Roy with nervous anticipation. Was he really about to suck off another guy? How did he even get to this point? Roy ran his fingers through Jamie's hair, pulling at it once he got to the crown of his head.
"Let's use that mouth of yours for good. Not the usual bullshit."
Jamie had received a blow job from women before and he never had a complaint about it, but he didn't really know what to do. "I'm not going to suck you off." Jamie says, trying to have some of the control.
Roy shook his head. "You're going to suck my dick, and you're gunna like it. I bet you've probably been dreaming of my dick in your mouth."
"Fuck off." Jamie took him in his mouth. Roy gasps slightly, a little surprised that Jamie actually did it willingly. Jamie's mouth stayed at the tip. He didn't even know what to do. He licked the slit of the tip teasingly, hearing a pleasant groan escape Roy's mouth. He smirked, knowing this was doing something to him. He moved his mouth a little down, taking more of Roy into his mouth, slowly but surely swirling his tongue around Roy's thick member. He stopped once he heard Roy groan in pleasure, not giving him the satisfaction.
Roy looked down at him. "I know you can fucking do better than that." He slammed himself into the back of his throat. Jamie made a choking sound, faltering under Roy's full length. Roy grinned. He does it again, testing the waters. The same sound. He holds him there this time, enjoying the way he can feel Jamie's throat try and expand to hold him. Jamie's head recoiled back, trying to escape, but Roy's grip was unrelenting. "Haven't got anything smug to say now? Do you? " He asked. A small tear rolled down Jamie's cheek, and after a few moments, he let Jamie go.
"What the fuck, man?!" He yelled, clearly annoyed at Roy. "I couldn't breathe."
"You liked it. Don't lie." Roy softly wiped the tear off Jamie's face with his thumb.
"Fuck you." Jamie snapped back, embarrassed that Roy was really seeing him like this.
"That'll come later." Roy winked, proud of his own joke.
Really Roy? A joke right now? Jamie grasped Roy's penis in his hand. He had no time for jokes. He worked his hand up and down slowly so he could feel every touch. Roy cocked his head back and closed his eyes, his breath quickening. Jamie wrapped his mouth around it and began to suck as he stroked him. He was surprisingly good with his hands.
"Fuck. Jamie. Just like that. Keep-fuck." Roy groaned. Who knew Jamie Tartt would be such a good hook up. He imagined Jamie taking his cum like a champ, swallowing his load and his pride with it. He opened his eyes, realising he couldn't miss this. And fuck. He had never thought of him as particularly pretty but with those pink lips wrapped around him, he could as well have been a Greek fucking God. He wished he could take a photo of him in all his glory. It deserved to be in a museum. "You look so fucking beautiful right now. So good." He praised him, his fingers curling around his hair, which only made Jamie go faster. If Jamie keeps up with this, Roy might explode. He looked up at Roy and with two more grunts, Roy was finishing.
Jamie held the cum in his mouth, letting it spread over his tongue. Roy grabs him by the chin harshly. "Don't you fucking dare spit it out. I want to see you swallow it. All of it." So he does, opening his mouth wide as proof to Roy that it was all gone. "If the team could see you now. God. You're pathetic."
Why did it have to be him? And why did he have to be so fucking unbearably hot?
Jamie stands up, his knees sore from the floor. He was still as hard as stone as he silently wondered what Roy would do to repay the favour.
He kisses him. A kiss full of hunger and lust. He tugged at the hem of Roy's shirt, implying he wanted it off. Roy slipped it over his shoulders, throwing it over to the pile of Jamie's clothes. "You did so well, I nearly forgot you were one of the best footballers and not a male escort." He complimented him in his own weird way. He kissed his neck, dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin. "I guess you want me to pleasure you now?"
"Please. Please can you touch me." He begs desperately, all his dignity flying out the window.
"Upstairs. Bedroom." Jamie wasted no time, racing up the stairs. Roy followed behind him, letting Jamie lead him to the bedroom. "On the bed." He pushes him onto the soft mattress. "Where do you keep the condoms?"
"I-uh-top draw." He points over to a cabinet, his mind fogging with sexual desire.
Roy nods, walking over to it and opening the cabinet draw. There's a pack of large premium condoms with a bottle of lube sat next to it. It's not that that grabs his attention. He picks it up with his pointer finger, dangling it and turning back to Jamie. "Handcuffs?" He raises an eyebrow, and Jamie goes pink.
"Some girls like it." He shrugged.
Roy nodded, not asking anything further. "Here's what's going to happen, Jamie. I'm going to fuck you. Hard." He says directly, Jamie gulped. "So hard you'll forget what fucking day it is. Then I'll leave and we'll never speak of this again."
Jamie's stomach whirled. He had never been fucked before. Would he even like it? He nodded in understanding, and Roy smiled.
He came back over pushing Jamie so he was fully leant down. "Are you nervous?" He asks, only curious.
"Yeah." Jamie admits. "Aren't you?"
"Nope. Not my first rodio." Roy said cooly, not elaborating any further. Does that mean he had done this before? Fucked other guys? Was that why he was so good at this? Jamie didn't get to ask any of these questions before Roy began to speak again. "I'll start you off by putting one finger in you. It'll hurt for a few seconds, but it's necessary. Then I'll put another in you to stretch you out." He talks him through it so he knows what to expect.
"Okay." He nodded. Bracing himself. Roy squirts soms lube on his fingers before carefully placing one inside of Jamie. Pain shoots through Jamie's body like a bullet, making him tense up. "Shit! Ow!" He grabs his bed sheets.
"You're okay. Just relax." Roy hushed him, using his free hand to rub up and down his abbs.
After a few seconds, he began to move his finger, going in and out. He curved it in such a way it made Jamie shiver with pleasure. "Fuck. That's good."
"You ready for a second one?"
"Yeah. Okay." He agreed. Then the second one came. It burned, his body not used to this at all. He gripped the bed sheets so hard his knuckles were turning white.
"You're doing so good for me." He moves his fingers in sync, hitting Jamie's g-spot multiple times, making him moan out loud. He then uses his other hand to start stroking him, increasing the amount of satisfaction.
"Fuck Roy! Just fuck me! Please!" He needed it. He needed to feel Roy inside of him. He needed him to stretch him out and fuck him so hard he couldn't think anything.
"Gosh. You're such a little whore for me. For cock. Who would've known?" Roy teased. This day was just getting more amusing by the second. He spanked him hard, a loud slapping sound echoing throughout the room followed by a whimper. "You like that? Do you like getting slapped on the ass?"
"Shut up." Jamie blushed, grabbing the back of Roy's head, forcing him into a kiss.
Roy pulled back, squeezing Jamie's face. "Open your mouth." He ordered. Jamie tilted his head up and opened wide, sticking his tongue out like a dog. Roy spat into his mouth. "Swallow." Jamie shook his head to see what he would do. Roy got the back of his hand, striking Jamie across the cheek. "I said swallow bitch!" The area Roy had hit burned so good Jamie thought he was in heaven. He swallowed the spit, smiling to himself. "Fuck!" Roy yelled, taking his fingers out of Jamie's asshole and fumbling to put on a condom.
Jamie lifted his head, trying to watch. Roy notices and quickly slams his head into a pillow. "Head down."
Without warning Roy entered Jamie as he slammed into him. "Shiiit!" Jamie moaned out, completely unready. He wrapped his legs around Roy's torso as Roy continued to fuck the shit out of him.
Jamie was a moaning mess, a sound escaping his lips with every thrust of Roy's hips. "Shut the fuck up." Roy wrapped his hands around Jamie's neck, squeezing to a point he knew made it difficult for him to breathe but not so hard where he could actually kill him. Jamie bit his bottom lip so hard it actually began to bleed. "Fucking Tartt." Roy growled, pulling out and flipping him over so he was on his stomach.
He smooshed Jamie's face into a pillow then started to fuck him roughly again. The whole bed shook vigorously, the leopard print headboard slamming against the wall.
Jamie couldn't take much more. It was all so overwhelming. He felt so full. Did Roy ever fuck Keeley like this?
Roy grabbed his hair and pulled his head up, his other hand going into Jamie's mouth. He was pounding into him so hard he didn't even know how he's going to be able to walk after.
Roy pulled out again, switching positions. He hoisted Jamie up by his waist, throwing him around carelessly like a rag doll. He lied down. "Sit here." He tapped his lap. He wanted to know what it would look like for Jamie to be on top. To see him work for the right to orgasm.
"Getting tired, old man?" He smirked before crawling on top of him.
"Shut the fuck up and ride me."
"Yes, coach." He places his hands on Roy's chest, whereas Roy's hands go to his ass, giving a great big slap. Jamie slowly sits fully down.
"You're so pretty when you're taking in every inch of me like the good little slut you are."
"Shit. Keep talking." Jamie whispered out as he moved himself up and down.
Roy couldn't tell which was getting him off more. The praise or the degradation, so he sticks with both. "You're doing so well for me. I might have to make you my personal free use whore. Use you whenever I want. On the pitch, in the showers, at training. And you wouldn't complain because you're such a cum slut for me."
"Roy! I'm so close! I'm gunna-"
"Don't you fucking dare! You cum when I tell you to."
Jamie quickend his pace, so desperate for release. He couldn't last for much longer! It was impossible! "Please!"
"Not yet."
"Please!" He begged so loud he could wake the whole of Europe up.
"Not yet!" Roy reminded him who was in charge. But fuck. He was almost there himself. He slammed himself hard into Jamie, feeling climax. "Now!" He ordered as they both came together at the same time.
Jamie collapsed on top of Roy, his semen going everywhere. He was breathing so hard he felt like he was having an asthma attack.
Roy rolled him off softly, getting up off the bed. "You stay there. I'll go grab some stuff so we can clean up a little."
Jamie pushed his hair back, his forehead sweating from the intensity. "Okay."
Roy left the room, leaving Jamie to try and wrap around his head what had just happened. He just had sex. Honest to God, hot as fuck, rough sex with Roy Kent. Chelsea legend. His coach. His coworker. His old rival. He started to freak out. This would change everything! How could he walk back into AFC Richmond and act like absolutely nothing happened.
Roy walks back in, and Jamie is forced to act normal. "How are you feeling? After the first time, it can be quite painful." Roy asks as he tears off a piece of toilet roll, handing it over to Jamie so he can wipe the cum off his stomach.
"Thanks." He smiles with gratitude as he takes it. "I'm a little sore, but it's kind of hard to think about that right now."
Roy nods. "Good." He had already cleaned himself up and was back to being fully dressed.
"That was -" Jamie goes to say perfect but is interrupted by Roy.
"You should get some sleep. In the next few hours, you might be in pain. I'll see you when training starts again."
That wasn't for over a month. "O-okay." Jamie frowned. Was that it? Was that all he got after all that?
"Thanks for the fuck." Roy smiled awkwardly, sending a small nod.
"Uh. You're welcome." Jamie forced a smile.
With that, Roy left for good, and Jamie can't help but worry what the next few months are going to be like.