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Since getting together as a couple—throuple technically—although Roy hated that word—they had all gotten really good at planning and coordinating schedules. With synced digital calendars as well as Keeley-made colored-coded ones hanging in each of their kitchens. But really just Keeley’s and Roy’s since Jamie had basically moved in with Roy. One of the most sacred of days was the third Tuesday of the month which was reserved for spa night, except for when there was a travel day or work meeting that caused them to reschedule. Either way, spa night happened once a month, occasionally twice if any of them really needed it and their busy schedules allowed.
It was their guaranteed at home date night. A time to spend together without any other obligations and with the ability to be as free as they wanted in their relationship without the worries of being out in public.
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Roy and Jamie almost always arrived at Keeley’s house before her, it was an expected part of the evening. It gave Roy time to make them all dinner, or pick up take away if he wasn’t feeling like cooking, while Jamie took a long shower. If their timing was right, Jamie would be squeaky clean and Roy would have dinner on the table by the time Keeley made her way through the door.
Roy was finishing putting together the salad to go along with dinner when he felt warm arms snake around his waist from behind. Roy leaned back into Jamie’s strong arms, luxuriating in the feeling of shower-warm skin against his back.
“Smells good,” Jamie said as he kissed the side of Roy’s neck before resting his chin on his shoulder.
“It’s the oregano on the chicken,” Roy grunted out.
Jamie chuckled and Roy could feel the vibrations of it in his body.
“Was talking about you, but the food smells good too,” Jamie teased. Roy couldn’t see Jamie’s face, but he knew there was a smirk on his lips nonetheless.
“Fucking charming prick” Roy said affectionately, “Trying to flatter me.”
“Nah, not flattery when it’s true, innit. I know you put on that new cologne that Keels got you. I like it on you. She will too.”
Roy grunted, after all this time, he still wasn’t always sure what to say when he was complimented or some nice gesture was acknowledged.
“Is dinner done?” Jamie asked, changing the subject. He reached around Roy and plucked a tomato out of the salad bowl and popped it into his mouth.
“Everything’s done, chicken’s keeping warm in the oven, wine’s sitting out.”
“Good. Now go put on comfy clothes, can’t believe you’ve still got jeans on,” Jamie said as he fiddled with the buckle of Roy’s belt.
“Oi, don’t start something you can’t fucking finish,” Roy said as he grabbed Jamie’s wandering hands.
“Who said anything about finishing yet?” Jamie purred in Roy’s ear. “You know we can’t get to the good stuff without Keeley, not on date night at least.”
“You horny fuck,” Roy laughed as he extricated himself from Jamie’s arms.
“Takes one to know one,” Jamie said with a waggle of his eyebrow where he was now leaning a hip against the counter.
Roy rolled his eyes. “Set the table while I go change, you little twat.”
“Sure thing, babe,” Jamie replied, already turning around to open the cabinet for plates. Roy watched as Jamie reached up to grab the plates, the pink robe he was wearing rode up enough that Roy caught a glimpse of his pantless arse. Roy turned around and stomped up the stairs before he could give Jamie the satisfaction of knowing he was ogling him.
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By the time Roy came back downstairs, Jamie had set the table and was sitting on the couch scrolling on his phone. Roy plopped down next to him on the couch, stretching out his legs to prop his feet up on the coffee table.
“No Keeley yet?” Roy asked.
“She texted a little bit ago,” Jamie said, peeking at the clock on the wall, “she should be walking through the door any minute now.”
“Gonna pour the wine then,” Roy said, pressing a kiss to the side of Jamie’s head as he got up.
Roy had just finished pouring the third glass of wine when he heard the front door open and close. He walked out of the kitchen and placed the glasses of wine at their respective places on the set table.
“Hiya boys,” Keeley greeted as she pulled off her platforms in the entry way and chucked them to the side. “It smells delicious in here and this girl could eat.” She shed her jacket next, leaving her in her red body-con dress.
Keeley made her way over to the sofa, running her nails through Jamie’s hair before she rounded the sofa to stand in front of him. “Hey, babe, don’t you look cozy,” she said as she leaned down to press a kiss to Jamie’s lips, while he wrapped his hands around her hips.
“Hey, Keels,” Jamie sighed as they broke apart, “missed you.”
“I saw you this morning, silly,” Keeley cooed fondly.
“Doesn’t matter, still missed ya. Just ask Roy, I know the hairy twat agrees with me.”
“Of course I fucking missed you. I miss both of you no matter how long it’s been,” Roy said. He had gotten much better at being vulnerable and sharing his feelings since going to therapy consistently.
“ Just a little harder to miss Jamie when the two of you are usually attached at the hip,” Keeley teased affectionately.
“Just get over here so we can fucking eat, you muppets.”
“You heard the man,” Keeley said, offering Jamie her hands to pull him up from the couch and lead him over to the dining table.
“Thanks, babe, this looks incredible,” Keeley said to Roy with a peck on the lips before taking her seat.
They sat down and ate the dinner Roy made for them. Chatting and laughing about their days and anything that came to mind. Roy and Keeley had a couple glasses of wine each while Jamie nursed his one half glass during the meal. Roy felt pleasantly buzzed, just warm and comfortable while Keeley was in the giggly state of tipsy, playing footsie with both Roy and Jamie under the table.
Once their bellies were full and the wine was done, Keeley and Jamie cleared the table, doing the minimum amount of helping that Roy allowed. He was very particular about how the dishwasher was loaded even if it was Keeley’s house. Once everything was cleaned up, Keeley left them to go upstairs to shower.
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Spa nights used to take place in the lounge, but over time they all realized it was both more comfortable and convenient to spend the evening in Keeley’s bedroom on her bed big enough for three.
Jamie grabbed some snacks and snagged Keeley’s reusable water bottle and made his way up the stairs while Roy turned off the lights and made sure the door was locked before following him up.
Steam was still wafting out of the ensuite when they made it to the bedroom, Keeley standing at the bathroom sink, with a towel wrapped around her torso. Jamie deposited the snacks on one of the bedside tables before making his way to the bathroom, Roy following at a more sedate pace.
Jamie wet his hair at the second sink before hopping up to sit on the counter, to make more room for Roy, and applying a hair mask to his walnut mist strands.
“Roy, babe, can you help me put these curlers in? Can’t reach the back of my head,” Keeley asked as she gestured to the big purple curlers next to the sink.
“Of course,” Roy replied as he moved to stand behind Keeley. She sectioned off her hair and Roy just helped with rolling her hair onto the curlers. Between having Keeley, Jamie, and Phoebe in his life, Roy could admit that he was pretty good at hair related tasks.
While Roy was behind Keeley, rubbing her shoulders as she applied a cream skincare mask to her face, Jamie reached around and stuck a set of blue under eye masks to Roy’s face with gentle fingers.
Jamie finished up his own skincare routine and then placed a shower cap over his hair so he wouldn’t get the leave-in hair mask all over their pillows.
Once done with the rest of their hygiene tasks, they all left the bathroom and made a beeline for Keely’s comfy bed, her favorite pink duvet on top. They arranged themselves in their usual configuration, with Jamie in the middle and Keeley on her designated side of the bed and Roy cuddling up to Jamie on the other.
Keeley hated being in the middle and Roy liked having the bedside table in reach to grab his book. Neither of those things mattered anyway since Jamie loved being in the middle. He wanted the chance to be cuddled as much as possible.
“Keels, pass me the hot pink nail polish and I’ll do your nails.”
“Oh yes,” Keeley said excitedly as she reached under the side of the bed and pulled out a zippered pouch with nail polish bottles clinking together inside. She retrieved the requested pink and handed it over to Jamie.
While Jamie started on Keeley’s nails, Roy moved down further on the bed so he could pull Jamie’s feet into his lap and rub them the way Jamie loved but would for some reason never ask for.
Jamie let out a long groan when Roy rubbed the arch of his right foot. “Ahh, Royyyy, you’re gonna make me mess up Keeley’s nails.”
“No worries, babe, we can always clean ‘em up later,” Keeley assured. Roy had no doubt that she was just as turned on by Jamie’s groans as he was, too captivated to fully care about the paint job on her nails.
Despite the teasing and semi-arousal, none of them went further. It was an unspoken agreement that spa night didn’t mean sex. Sure some spa nights ended—or even began—with sex, but a larger number didn’t. It was a time to fully enjoy each other’s company and pamper themselves a bit.
Roy had let up on massaging Jamie’s feet and was mostly just rubbing his hands up and down Jamie’s legs, caressing his calves, scratching his fingers through his leg hair.
“Roy, babe, gimme your hand.”
Jamie grabbed Roy’s hand and started painting his nails to match Keeley’s. Roy had to admit that the hot pink was a fun color. He could imagine how fun it would be to fuck with the team when he showed up to training with pink nails and didn’t acknowledge it.
“Your nails better be pink tomorrow too,” Roy demanded as Jamie rested Roy’s hand on his knee and gently lifted his fingers one by one to paint them. It would help in explaining why Roy’s nails were painted, but would still leave all the lads with more questions.
Roy looked up when he heard Keeley giggle to see her phone trained on him and Jamie. “You’re fucking recording this aren’t you,” Roy said with a sigh.
“Of course, I can't resist my boys being sweet. And we have to take a photo of our matching nails tomorrow to show Phoebe.”
“Oh, totally, she’ll love it,” Jamie turned to Roy, “We’ll have to have a special spa night with your sister and Pheebs one night, it’ll be mint.”
“Sure, they both deserve it, I’ll text tomorrow to find out when they’re free.”
“Yess,” Jamie exclaimed, “Pheebs is gonna be so excited, we’ll make her first spa night perfect, swear down.”
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Once Jamie finished painting Roy’s nails and deemed them dry, Roy scooted further down the bed so he could stretch out his knee but still cuddle into Jamie. It was no secret, at least not to Jamie or Keeley, that Roy loved laying with his head in someone’s lap while they pet his hair.
“Oh, Roy’s gettin’ comfy, I’ll put the movie on,” Keeley exclaimed as she grabbed the remote from her bedside table and turned on the telly and DVD player. Roy liked owning physical copies of media he really liked, so he had an extensive DVD collection. Ones they watched frequently during spa nights or other nights in had slowly migrated over to Keeley’s house.
They always watched a rom-com on spa night. Roy liked choosing Imagine Me & You every now and then, because he enjoyed teasing Jamie about the “you’re a wanker number nine” scene. Which was of course the movie he had chosen earlier and already put in the DVD player.
“Don’t close your eyes, you’ll start snorin’ and miss your favorite part,” Jamie said, even as he pet Roy’s hair where he had his head pillowed in Jamie’s lap. The fluffy fabric of his bathrobe was soft against Roy’s face, and the warmth from Jamie’s body made him feel safe.
“That’s okay,” Roy muttered, “I can call you a wanker on any given day. Also I do not snore.”
“That’s what you think,” Keeley chimed in.
Roy grumbled in response, which wasn’t much of a defense for himself, but he could feel his eyelids growing heavier and let them fall fully shut.
“He’ll be asleep in, what, about fifteen minutes?” Keeley said.
“I give it ten at most,” Jamie said as he stroked his hand through Roy’s hair, rubbing the short curled between his fingers.
“I can hear you,” Roy murmured, still awake but with his eyes firmly closed.
“We know,” Keeley and Jamie said in unison before giggling.
Roy just grunted in response. It only took five minutes before he was asleep.