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Jamie zoomed past Sam who almost tripped from the wind of Jamie's forceful speed. Ted blew his whistle, pointing at Jamie.
“Slow down! You're going too fast! Be careful!” Ted said half jokingly. Jamie laughed, and passed Jan Maas who tried to tackle the ball from him but missed; Jamie was too fast, too smooth.
“Wow, he's really going at it,” Nate said, writing down a possible move Jamie could use if he continued to play the way he did today.
Beard agreed, “Yup, seems like someone has the zoomies.”
“The what?” Roy blurted out. The Americans always had the weirdest slang and jokes Roy ever heard; he'd be lying if they weren't amusing.
“Zoomies, Roy! It's when someone gets excited and cannot contain it. They gotta move!” Ted explained and shook his body to demonstrate. “People mainly use it for animals, like dogs. When a dog gets over excited they zoom!”
Roy nodded, and all coaches stared at a speeding Jamie who was a blur half the time.
“Wonder if he's excited about something?” Will said as he passed them, his ear always opened to their gossip.
All coaches turned their head to Roy who slowly turned to meet their gaze.
“What?”
“Roy, please,” Ted chuckled. “Jamie’s all excited today, you haven't sworn today, at all. Jamie mentioned a date last night… C'mon,” Ted said with a wink and nudged Beard who nudged Nate who nervously nudged Roy. Roy growled.
“Fuck you,” Roy said, eyes back on Jamie who did a cartwheel after scoring a goal.
“Awwww, you were so close. Not gonna tell us?” Ted said as he clapped and whistled for the next match to start. “LET'S KEEP THIS ENERGY UP, TEAM!”
“Why would I ever tell you guys?” Roy said without looking at his coworkers' curious eyes. He'd be lying if he didn’t want to talk about it but the thought of the date he had with Jamie made him red.
“Someone got boned last night, obviously,” Beard said nonchalantly, and sipped his water before crushing the cup. Ted spat his water out from the suddenness of it, and Nate chuckled. “Can tell because–”
“Beard, I will strangle you if you keep talking,” Roy growled. “I am not agreeing or disagreeing. Let's move on–”
“Oh my god, you did!” Nate exclaimed. “Roy! You're so red, are you okay?” Nate nudged him a little harder, and Roy couldn’t help but crack a smile at the memory of last night’s activities.
“I said fucking leave it, okay?” Roy tried to scowl but couldn't; seeing Jamie run about all silly would make anyone smile, and last nights magic was still flowing through Roy. He had been nervous but Jamie was excellent at what he did. Made Roy explode with sensations he never thought he could feel at his age.
“C'monnnnn, it's just us, the– HEY JAMIE, SLOW DOWN A BIT YOU'RE GOING TO– Oh gosh! He can't even hear me,” Ted said as Jamie did a little twirl around Jeff before zooming off with the ball. “Must have been a good night last night!”
“Tell us about it or I will assume everything and you don't want that,” Beard said as a threat and not a joke. Nate just kept nudging Roy with his pointing elbow, and Roy had no energy to bark at them. They were the Diamond Dog’s after all. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to share–
“Okay, yes, we fucked last night, saw the fireworks, and ate burgers I made in bed after. Fucking happy?” Roy said. When Roy turned to look at them, their reaction made him regret ever sharing anything.
They definitely knew who topped.
Beard smirked. “Knew it. That's why you can't sit.”
“BEARD. I will seriously murder you and your beautiful family if you keep fucking talking,” Roy snapped with no bite. They all looked over when wolf whistles erupted from the players: Jamie had scored another goal, and was doing a handstand. Everyone cheered as Jamie walked on his hands before doing another flip, and multiple cartwheels after, ending it off with a split.
“Wow, that must have been something. Seriously, how flexible is he, Roy? Are you that flexible too?” Ted asked after blowing the whistle to start the game up again. “TWO MORE GOALS JAMIE! BEAT YOUR RECORD, SON!” Ted shouted, and Jamie gave two thumbs up.
“Ted, I will pretend you didn't ask me that. We should focus on the game for fucks sake. We are up against West–”
“I never imagined… you, like that! Was he any good?” Nate asked, wanting to know badly, the question unable to be contained any longer.
“Obviously if they're making faces as if we don't notice,” Beard said, his sunglasses reflecting all. Beard would see the little puckered kisses Jamie sent over to Roy, and the nod Roy did right after when they thought the other coaches were looking away.
Beard always saw it all.
“Yes, it was, Nate. Very much fucking so. Jesus, you guys can't see me anything else but a fucking top?”
The three coaches looked away and pretended to stare at the sky, ground, anything really. Roy groaned, smacking his forehead with his hand. Roy would kill everyone after.
All four went back to watching Jamie go at it, his zoomies taking on the whole team now; the teams were no longer working against one another but together to get the ball from an unstoppable Jamie.
Jamie dodged each person with grace, and even did another backflip before scoring. Jamie pointed to the back of his jersey as the team surrounded him to give playful shoves, and fake wrestled the man to the floor.
“I have a play,” Ted said suddenly, all eyes on him now. “Everytime we have a match, Jamie has to top Roy the night before–”
“Absolutely fucking not,” Roy shot him down quickly. “Ted, that is fucking weird,” Roy said with a shake of his head; though, it did entice Roy a little. He only disagreed because who would say yes right away– Jamie fucking would've.
“How is this any weirder than the red string and dicks? Also, you talk about murder and blood a lot. We are just talking about how to get a win for the team, mister,” Beard said as he slowly twisted his body to look at Roy.
“Tell me that this zooming Jamie won't get us a win easily? He scored 7 goals without anyone touching him or the ball, Roy. That's a lot of men chasing your boyfriend around,” Beard made his point, and twisted his body back to its original stance.
“Mighty fine point there, Beard. Just think about it, Roy! No one needs to know about it, just us. We're professionals and this is a mighty fine play we got cooking here.” Ted said and blew the whistle when his watched beeped.
“OKAY FELLAS SHOWER TIME! CHOP CHOP! GOOD WOR–”
The moment the whistle was blown, Jamie sprinted towards them, and before Ted could finish whatever he was going to yell out, Jamie collided into Roy who almost fell back. Jamie then hopped up, and wrapped his legs around Roy's waist, hands grabbing at Roy's head who wrapped his arms around Jamie.
“Fuck, Roy, feels like me hearts gon’ fucking explode! Fuck! Got so much ENERGY in me!” Jamie panted, body vibrating against Roy’s still one. Jamie forced Roy's head to tilt to the side, and started going at his lips; he was still hungry from last night and wanted thirds, anything to burn what he had coursing through his body.
“Wow, must have been that good,” Nate said, the coaches stepping away to give them room. The team ran by with nods to their coaches and ooo's at the couple, and disappeared beyond the entryway, their chatter going with them.
Now, it was just them five, six if Will was mucking about, with three coaches watching Jamie eat at Roy’s face.
They were writing down on their clipboards as they had to analyze the scene before them if they wanted to work with this strategy; Zooming Jamie and Bottom Roy. They would remove the last part if they presented it to the team, and leave out the reason behind it.
“Jamie, we're at work,” Roy said simply but gave small kisses back unlike Jamie who kissed him aggressively, teeth and all. Roy tried to pry his boyfriend off but Jamie clung on tighter, cleats digging into Roy’s stinging backside.
Jamie kept kissing Roy all over, and before he pulled away, he gave Roy a long kiss so long that Roy had to tap three times when he felt faint; if they were home Roy would have been just as grabby, just as aggressive, just as needy.
Jamie jumped off, gave Roy one last kiss on the lips, and ran back on the field, zooming around, and doing little tricks in the air. The man wasn't lying about all that energy.
“Should bring a ball and make him chase it,” Will suggested when he passed them, dirty towels in hand, and wheeling the cooler.
“Funny you say that, Will,” Roy said with a chuckle.
“Well! Think about the play we are definitely going for, Roy. Be sure to prepare for next week's game!” Ted gave a wave before walking away.
“We're doing it.” Beard said when Roy made a face, and left with Will and Nate following from behind. Roy tensed his jaw. As much as last night was fun, for the first time too, Roy wasn't expecting Jamie to become a maniac on the field. Probably why the prick asked to bring the thing Roy had in his pocket. At first, Roy was confused when Jamie gave it to him; seeing Jamie the way he was today, Roy understood now.
Roy took the item out his pocket, threw it once into the air, and gave it a small squeeze. Well, this was a first time for everything in all relationships. If he didn’t love the zooming man before him, Roy would have never agreed in a thousand years to do what he was about to do to make his boyfriend happy.
“Here, boy!” Roy yelled out, tennis ball in hand. Jamie's eyes narrowed at the neon green ball in his boyfriend's hand, and got in a stance. He was ready to zoom–
“FETCH!”
Roy put his arm back and threw the tennis ball as hard as he could. The moment it flew, Jamie began running in various directions, eyes glued to the soaring green in the sky. Once caught, Jamie ran up to Roy in seconds, ball in hand.
“BALL!” Jamie was jumping as he handed the ball to Roy. “BALL! BALL! BALL!” Jamie yipped, face flushed, hair askew, face lit with a glow from the sweat. Roy laughed at how goofy his boyfriend looked and acted.
“Stop, you're fucking adorable,” Roy cooed, ruffling Jamie's head who kept yipping.
“BALL!” Jamie said again, his body begging for another round of laps.
“Okay, but only if you drink some water first,” Roy said, popping open his bottle, and handing it to Jamie who drank it straight till it was empty. Once done, Jamie threw the empty bottle, and got in his stance, waiting for Roy to throw the ball.
“A couple of throws and we go eat. Then ball later, okay?” Roy said with a sternness. Jamie nodded, eyes never leaving the ball in Roy's hands. Roy twisted his body, arm pulled back all the way, and pretended to throw the ball. Jamie dashed but stopped when he didn't see the neon ball in the sky.
“ROY!” Jamie said as he turned to Roy with a pout on his face. “THE BALL, ROY!”
Roy roared with laughter that came from the stomach. Roy kept wiping the tears from his eyes while Jamie had his hands on his hips as he looked at Roy with disappointment.
“Shit, Jamie, sorry. That was too fucking funny!”
“This is how someone gets trust issues!”
“Had to, fuck, I can't breath!” Roy was still laughing, clenching at his stomach from how bad it hurt now.
“HA HA!” Jamie said with a mock in his voice, moving his hips side to side. “Jamie Tartt was fooled by his boyfriend who got his ass ROCKED last night by a massive prick!”
Roy stopped laughing, his body jerking from containing them, and stood straight, and eyes narrowing right at Jamie. Jamie shrunk a little, thinking he was going to get a yelling–
“Yea, I did. Fucking great it was. Ten out of fucking ten. Would do it again,” Roy said with a wide smile, and waved the tennis ball in hand. Jamie jumped with joy at the sight of it; not the ball but Roy and how he smiled at Jamie with such glee.
“Want this? Want this, boy?” Roy teased, and Jamie nodded, tongue out even.
“FETCH!” and this time Roy threw the ball.