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Even on nights like this when they were far too physically and mentally exhausted for anything more than some cuddling and kissing on the sofa after dinner, Jamie loved staying over at Roy's. He loved curling up in Roy's big soft bed. He loved the soft lights of Roy's elegantly, masculine bedroom. He loved the warm scent of Roy that lingered on the pillows, even though his own scent was becoming almost as prevalent.
What he loved above all was growing sleepy as he listened to the sounds of Roy's nightly grooming routine. After they showered and brushed their teeth together (the first time he saw Mummy and Simon do that, he thought it was disgusting but now he understood the simple intimacy of it), Jamie would crawl into bed and listen as Roy went through his beard maintenance steps. When they had first got together, Jamie liked to sit on the bathroom counter and watch, but now he preferred to doze in bed waiting for Roy to crawl in behind him and rub his beard butter softened facial hair across Jamie's back in a series of kisses.
Even with his eyes closed in bed, Jamie knew the routine. First, Roy would pat it dry with a wicking towel. Second, was a brush through with a special beard comb to detangle and remove loose hairs. Third and Jamie's favourite part cause the buzzing gave him nice little tingles up and down his spine, the electric trimmers were used to make sure everything was nice even. Fourth, another brush through with the comb. Fifth, beard oil was worked through to the skin and then across his cheeks, forehead and sometimes elbows. Lastly, beard butter was worked into hairs to soften them.
When Jamie heard the trimmer start he snuggled down a little deeper under the duvet, but before he could even settle curses exploded from the bathroom and Jamie was nearly falling out of bed as he scrambled to untwist his body from the bed linens so he could check on his partner.
As Jamie stubbled into the bathroom everything seemed fine, except for the fact that Roy staring into the mirror, yelling a series of fucks.
“Babe, what's the matter,” Jamie approached cautiously. “Did you hurt your knee or summtin’?”
Roy looked away from Jamie slightly, “No, go back to bed, Jamie. Everything is… Fuck… well, it will be fine in a few days.”
“Roy, babe, what happened,” Jamie was worried by the emotion in Roy's and the fact he didn't seem to want to face him. Especially since less than 10 minutes ago they had kissed goodnight.
“Well, you'll find out sooner or later,” Roy sighed as he turned to fully face Jamie. On Roy's right cheek, which was furthest from Jamie, was a neat strip of cleanly shaven skin running from his ear to his jowl.
Jamie's fingers came up and traced the path of white flesh that was in such sharp contrast to Roy's dark beard, “Holy shit. What happened?”
Roy sighed, “I didn't realize the guard wasn't on the trimmers and buzz.”
“Oh, babe. What can you do?”
Roy shook his head, “Nothing to do but shave it off.”
“Babe,” Jamie's fingers moved from the newly exposed flesh to sink into the beard, “no, you can't. You can't shave your beautiful beard.”
Roy smiled and twisted his head so he could kiss Jamie's palm, “It will grow back quick. You are always calling me a hairy motherfucker.”
“I don't know if I have ever seen you clean shaven. Might be kinky, like having a new boyfriend,” Jamie teased as he squinted at Roy.
Roy growled as he pulled Jamie to his chest, “Don't get any smart ideas, Tartt.”
“No, Coach,” Jamie smirked.
Roy rolled his eyes, “No ‘Coach’ at home.”
“Then no ‘Tartt’ neither.” Jamie sighed, “So, I guess you should shave so we can get to bed, huh?”
“Come here,” Roy slid his hand from Jamie's hip up to the back of his neck as he tugged him into a kiss that was almost as much about rubbing his beard against Jamie's face as it was a kiss. When they finally separated, Roy pressed his forehead to Jamie's, “Do you want to shave me, baby?”
“Fuck. Really? You trust me to do that,” Jamie pulled back to look in Roy's eyes.
Roy smiled, “You're just using the electric trimmer but yeah. I trust you to fucking straightedge shave me, baby.”
“That might be one of the fuckin' hottest things you have ever told me,” Jamie rewarded Roy with kiss before he hopped up to sit on the counter and position Roy between his legs. Picking up the trimmers from the sink where Roy had obviously thrown them in annoyance, Jamie gently the back of Roy's head, “I promise to be gentle yet thorough.”
Roy laughed, “That's what you said the first time you fucked me.”
“And I was!”
“That you were, baby, that you were,” Roy settled his hands on Jamie's powerful thighs.
Switching on the trimmers, Jamie gave Roy's face a long look before gently placing the trimmers on the section of hair next to the freshly shaven skin. Over the next few minutes more and more of Roy’s face was revealed as his beard fell away onto the pyjamas that they would need to change before bed. Finally, Jamie leaned back to survey his handiwork and make sure that everything was completed. Even though it was a fresh shave, the trimmers meant it gave a slight 5 o’clock shadow look, for which Jamie was grateful.
Satisfied with his work, Jamie put down the trimmers and carefully picked up the beard oil. Just a few drops were enough to work over Roy's entire face in a tender massage that had him slipping his eyes shut on pleasure. Once that was done Jamie pushed Roy back softly so that he climbed off the counter and stood on tiptoe behind Royto look at them both in the mirror.
Jamie sighed, “Fuck, we look the same age. Shit, you might look younger than me, even.”
“I do not,” Roy rolled his eyes. “Well, it might take a few years off me.”
“A few years? Roy, it doesn't look so much like I bagged my hot as fuck older coach as like I'm fuckin' his 15 year old nephew,” Jamie gave an exaggerated shudder.
Roy turned his head to nose at Jamie's cheek, “Now you know why I hate it when you remind me that you were a toddler when I started in the Prem.”
“While I can't wait for it to grow back, I am excited for the lads to see their teenage gaffer tomorrow,” Jamie giggled as he wrapped his arms around Roy's waist. “And I love that we are playing at Chelsea on Saturday.”
Roy groaned, “Fuuuuck!”