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"Just look at 'em," Isaac says, confident. "No eye contact. Keeley's crossed arms."
Jamie nods, thoughtful.
"Roy's clenched arse," Isaac continues.
...Is it? Jamie wonders. Lemme see...
He leans to subtly get a better vantage point. At least, he thinks it's subtle. Isaac's frown suggests it might not be, so much. Oh well.
He heads down the corridor, gazing after Keeley, and then turns to follow Roy.
~ ~
"I was gonna hug you!" Rejected, and deeply offended, Jamie glares at Roy.
"Well, you came at me too fast," Roy grumbles.
Jamie shakes his head. "Jesus, sorry. I forget how skittish elderly people could be 'cause of the war." Of course he doesn't think Roy's like, ninety or summin. He just likes fucking with him. "Come on, man," he coaxes, "I was just trying to comfort you."
Roy still glares at him suspiciously, like an Alsatian at the vet's. His shoulders are up by his ears. If anyone ever needed a hug, it's this sad grumpy bastard.
"Lemme try again," Jamie says and moves very, very slowly, arms open, in the general direction of Roy. Roy doesn't move in for the hug, but he also doesn't shove him away again or punch him in the face, or even flinch, so that's probably a good sign. When he's close enough, not quite touching, Jamie starts bringing his arms back together around Roy's stiff, unyielding form.
"Hm," Roy says.
Jamie tightens his arms somewhat.
"Hm," Roy says again, and then brings his own arms, haltingly, awkwardly, around Jamie.
It's a nice hug, as these things go. Not as good as their last one, better by far than the first, as far as Jamie's concerned.
"There you are," he says encouragingly and splays his hands over Roy's incredibly tense back. He goes as far as rubbing a bit at the stone-like muscles there, and Roy does relax a smidgen in his arms.
Something occurs to Jamie, but he has to remember to move slowly, not to spook Roy. Inch by inch, a gradual, controlled movement like the hardest workout at the gym. Perfect form.
"What the fuck are you doing," Roy says in his ear.
"Isaac was right," Jamie says thoughtfully. "You're too clenched."
"What the hell," Roy says, a little louder.
Jamie gently squeezes the rock-hard muscle under his palms. He has to inhale, that's just normal in and out breathing, and if he happens to sniff the side of Roy's neck a little and take in his scent, that just happens sometimes, yeah?
"Are you actually fondling my arse right now," Roy growls quietly in his ear.
Jamie shivers before he can answer. "You're too stiff, mate. It's not good for you."
Roy inhales deeply too, although Jamie thinks it might just be anger. Then he says, "Oh, I'm too stiff?" and pushes his thigh between Jamie's legs.
And yeah, maybe Jamie's more than a little stiff in that area. Maybe the hard press of Roy's leg against his cock makes him moan a little. Maybe it makes his hands tighten on Roy's glutes, fingertips digging in hard.
Maybe that makes Roy rock against him.
So Jamie keeps riding Roy's thigh and rubbing his arse for him, and honestly he'd like to stay that way for a few more minutes at least, but Roy is pushing him away. Less violently than before, in fact he's downright gentle, but he still puts some distance between them.
Jamie tilts his head again and makes an empathetic noise.
"I would ask you again what the fuck that was all about," Roy says very quietly, and more than a little threateningly, "but then you'll tell me, and I don't want to know. I don't want to hear about it. I don't want to talk about it." He nods at Jamie. "So don't you say a fucking word, do you hear me?"
Kinda disappointing, but not really surprising. Jamie would be hurt, except it's Roy so he doesn't really care; Roy's just a hurtful human being.
"Fine," Jamie says, shrugging to show his lack of care, "I won't." He turns and points at the kit man cowering on the other side of the room. "And don't you say a fucking word about it either, William!"