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Ever since Roy and Jamie came out to the public, in a very ‘we’re dating, but we’re not confirming it the press’ type of way, they still somehow think it’s their business to talk about it. They’ll ask both of them about in press conferences, and analyze everything they do on the pitch, or off it. It’s pretty neverending. Keeley likes to say, as both of their publicists, it’s for a very good reason.
They’re both shit at hiding their feelings for each other.
Roy is good at hiding most of his emotions, but he can’t hold it together for Jamie. Jamie has always been shit at hiding his emotions. Together, it’s a perfect storm for the press, and the fans, to go crazy. It’s easy to make conversation about their relationship when they’re so blatantly fucking gone for each other.
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Jamie likes to amp up the crowd during an especially intense game, whether it’s good or bad. This match has been particularly brutal, a little more homophobia than he’s used to, but nothing that he can’t handle. They win, of course, and Jamie is milking it. He’s blowing kisses to the other team, like a little fucking prick. Roy watches from the sideline, he’s rolling his eyes, but he knows when Jamie shows him the pictures later, he’ll have a fond expression on his face.
The rest of the team surrounds Jamie and they all celebrate their win. Jamie turns to Roy though, makes sure he catches his eyes, and then smiles at him. Roy knows exactly what he’s going to do before he does it, but his heart still clenches when Jamie lifts his hand and blows a kiss to him. He stands there, trying not to give a reaction, but Jamie gives him an incredulous look and blows another kiss towards him. He rolls his eyes, but pretends to catch it, then puts his hand in his pocket, like he’s putting it there for safekeeping. Jamie sends him a bright smile, then gets back to celebrating with the rest of the team.
Roy turns to Beard, who’s already staring at him. “Shut the fuck up,” is what Roy says, even though Beard hasn’t said anything.
It’s later when they’re getting to go to bed, when Roy is brushing his teeth. Jamie comes in with his phone and shows the video a fan captured of it happening. His grin is wide as he plays the video for Roy, and it’s easy to hide his smile with a toothbrush shoved in his mouth.
But, he can’t help but save the pictures Keeley sends him later from their on-field photographer who also saw it happen. Jamie can’t hide his laughs when he catches Roy doing it and then makes him send them to him too.
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It happens the rest of the season, the press capturing their sweetest moments. Buzzfeed even makes a ranking of the best ones, and Jamie disagrees with a bunch of their placements. Roy doesn’t say it, but he’s in agreement. Really their greatest moment was when Jamie, the little shit, changed his number to 6 for the England match. It certainly was not their first red carpet-appearance, even if they were wearing matching outfits.
Although Roy and Jamie are not secret about their relationship, they are private. They don’t kiss in public, holding hands is rare, and public appearances are even rarer when it comes to being seen on dates. They like it way, keeping things for themselves. This also means they don’t talk about their relationship in the press despite it always being the main talking point. It even becomes a banned topic in the press room for pre and post-game interviews with how much they try to pry.
This time though, Jamie seems to throw that to the wind.
It was the final game, and Richmond had won the premier league. The crowds had gone wild, the team went fucking nuts, and Roy was gripping onto Beard on the sideline as they jumped up and down. It didn’t feel real at all, and everything seemed to be a blur until Roy and Jamie locked eyes with each other.
Jamie didn’t hesitate when he stepped away from the team and jogged towards Roy. He waited for him to reach him, didn’t take a step forward. He wanted Jamie to decide on what he was going to do at this moment, and he had no objections to whatever it was going to be. He just stood there waiting for him to reach him and instantly grabbed him when he entered his space. Jamie didn’t waste any time, he immediately smashed his lips to Roy. Gripped onto his shirt, pulled him right in, and Roy gripped onto his dirty jersey and held him close. The cheers seemed to get louder, and Roy could see the camera flashes even with his eyes closed. Jamie pulls back, and Roy can’t help but pull him into a hug. Both of them gripping like their lives depend on it.
“So fucking proud of you,” Roy whispers in his ear, and he means it both as a coach and boyfriend, even though he tries to keep that separate at all times. Jamie grips him harder, and Roy knows both of them have tears filling their eyes. He makes the decision to pull back and pushes him forward so both of them can join the rest of the team on the pitch. Both of them are welcomed with open arms to the celebration, all of them whistling as they reach them, Roy doesn’t even try to hide his smile then. He pulls Jamie right back into his chest and holds him there as they both take in the glory of this game and the outcome.
Obviously, everyone is on cloud nine when they reach the press room. With Jamie sitting in the press room getting pounded with questions from the press, he decides he can do whatever he wants, he just won the fucking premier league for fuck sake. He doesn’t hold back when someone asks the perfect question.
“How are you going to celebrate this win?” Jamie flickers his eyes toward where Roy is standing in the back, and he knows it’s about to be fucking good, and probably something Keeley will scold them for later. He leans forward, licks his lips just a bit, and doesn’t hold back his smug smirk.
“Gonna get fucked by me boyfriend, I hope,” the press room seems to let that settle over the room as it goes silent. Jamie’s eyes stay on Roy as he says it, his eyes filled with amusement. Roy is standing there with his arms crossed, but his face is filled with fondness (and maybe a little shock, because Jesus Christ Jamie).
The press turns to look at Roy, a camera that is recording also turning in his direction. He looks over all their faces, a mix of shock and excitement because this is definitely going to be a good piece that will be all over the internet in minutes.
Roy’s eyes finally lock with Jamie, and all he does is nod his head. The press turns back to Jamie to see him sitting there with the most shit-eating grin anyone can imagine.