Work Text:
Roy is eating his sunny side eggs he made in Jamie’s kitchen when he finally decides to bring up the elephant in the room.
“Why the fuck do you have a piano?” Jamie looks over his shoulder and glances at it before he shrugs.
“Mummy made me take it from the house when I moved, said it took up too much space,” Roy grunts, his suspicions confirmed that it’s just for decoration. Must be an antique that Georgie was stuck with, and now it was Jamie’s turn. He didn’t really think Jamie knew how to play piano, but a piano in a house leads to questions. He’s about to say something else but sees Jamie shoving the last of his eggs and toast in his mouth before he stands up and makes his way over to the piano. Roy still has a pretty good view of him and watches him take a seat on the stool and shake his hands out. Then, to Roy’s surprise, he fucking starts playing. Roy recognizes the tune, but can’t place the song, and he’s still trying to wrap his mind around Jamie playing the piano when all of a sudden he starts singing too. He pauses mid-chew to watch him.
“She’ll only come out at night ,” Roy’s eyes widen as he wills himself not to choke on the toast crumbs that just shot down his throat. It’s the fucking Maneater rendition from that movie they watched with Jennifer Lawrence. Thirty seconds ago, Roy didn’t even believe he could play the piano, and now he’s singing while playing it. His voice echoes through the walls of the room Jamie is sitting in, and finally, Roy understands what someone means when they say certain places have good acoustics. Jamie is effortless as his fingers run over the keys, and he’s slightly swaying as he gets further into the song. His eyes are shut, and he hasn’t even missed a single note. Roy blindly reaches over to grab his glass of water so he can keep his eyes on Jamie and chugs it down when he finally grasps it. He’s simply too beautiful to look away from.
It’s over much too soon for Roy, and Jamie is standing up from the piano like it’s nothing. He heads back into the kitchen and takes a sip of his orange juice without even acknowledging the shell-shocked expression on Roy’s face and the slight bulge in his pants.
“What the fuck was that?” Roy sputters out, and Jamie looks at him over his glass of juice covering half his face. He takes one more big gulp before wiping the back of his hand over the top of his lip and tilts his head at Roy.
“We just fucking watched that movie two nights. Do I need to get you checked for dementia?” Jamie grins, and Roy can’t even bring himself to scoff at the low blow of his age, because he needs Jamie to be serious for one fucking second.
“Not fucking that, prick. You can play piano and fucking sing,” Roy stares right into his eyes as he throws the accusations at him.
“Why would I have a piano if I couldn’t play it?” Jamie questions as he looks over his shoulder to look at it, and then looks back at Roy with a raised eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest.
“Fucking, decoration or something! I don’t know! You can sing?” Roy has to clarify as if he didn’t just listen to the fact that yes, Jamie can sing, quite beautifully in fact. Jamie nods his head like it’s nothing, not like this revelation is causing Roy to have some sort of breakdown. He leans back against his chair and takes a few deep breaths trying to center himself before Jamie starts to walk towards him. He spins him away from the kitchen counter and steps in between the space of Roy’s legs. He wiggles his eyebrows at him as his hands start to trail up his legs.
“My sexy singing get you hot and bothered? I should’ve sung at karaoke ages ago if I knew this would’ve been the reaction,” Jamie brushes against his bulge with a smirk on his face and a glint in his eye. Roy groans, but he can’t hold himself back any longer. He smashes his lips to Jamie’s waiting ones. He can feel Jamie’s fingers run up his leg, and then move to his bare arms and brush his fingertips against him. The fingers that just played the piano so effortlessly, and the mouth that just sang so beautifully. He grips his hands onto Jamie’s hips to tug him closer, their chests now pressed together. Jamie’s hands grip his biceps at the sudden tug, and a moan leaves the back of his throat from the shock of it. With the gorgeous sounds Jamie always makes for him, Roy should have realized sooner that Jamie can sing. He groans as he has to pull back to catch his breath, he’d prefer just to ravish Jamie on the fucking kitchen counter right now.
He opens his eyes to see Jamie with splotchy red cheeks and swollen lips covered in spit making them shine. He’s still bracing himself with his hands gripped onto Roy, and hasn’t opened his eyes yet.
“We’re going to be late for training,” Jamie’s eyes pop open and widen at the statement. His mouth dropped open in shock and gasping at him.
“Training? That’s what you’re fucking thinking about right now?” He sounds incredulous as he says it, and tries to bring his mouth back to Roy’s, but he moves backward to avoid it. Jamie just lets out a groan and collapses his forehead onto his shoulder. Roy slides out of the chair, Jamie continuing to whine behind him trying to say they wouldn’t even be late, just not as early as Roy likes to be. He gathers their bags and grabs his keys from the hook as Jamie still is trying to convince him to go upstairs to the bedroom.
“You’re going to leave me fucking hanging? Roy, c’mon. Singing isn’t the only thing my mouth can do, you know that! And my fingers are really talented too,” Jamie is following behind him as he shoves on his shoes and throws on his coat. Roy smiles facing away from his as he puts their stuff in the back of his car. Jamie is still pouting when he gets in the passenger seat and glaring at Roy.
“After training,” Roy settles on, but it doesn’t bring the ease to Jamie as he thought it would. Jamie slides down the chair and groans even louder. Complaining about how long he has to wait, and his balls are going to fall off from having to wait so long.
“Roy, I’ll let you fuck me on the piano if you turn around right now,” Jamie looks over at him, and the glance Roy takes at him tells him he really would.
It takes everything in him not to make a U-turn at the statement.