#and keeley LOVES squeezing Jamie’s ass

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warm and cozy

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Roy x Jamie x Keeley Nightmares Hurt/Comfort Fic Very Unfinished Draft

This is the intended plot summary:

Jamie and Roy are already being together when Jamie's dad gets out of rehab, and Jamie starts having nightmares all the time, and Roy and Jamie's sleep is both starting to suffer because Jamie wakes Roy up whether he means to or not and Roy stays up with him until he settles back down, which seems to keep taking longer. They both tell Keeley because Roy feels terrible for Jamie that he keeps having nightmares and Jamie feels terrible that Roy's not getting enough sleep because of him. Keeley offers to sleep with Jamie so he's not alone while Roy sleeps in a guest room so he can actually sleep. Roy just comes and gets back in bed with both of them in the middle of the night. Being between both of them when Jamie does have another nightmare helps him to calm down more quickly.

This is what I wrote so far (which I have mixed feelings about because I think I maybe started this before the nightmares happen instead of after ...and at this point, none have actually happened, but oh well ...)

It's a warm, surprisingly sunny afternoon in early October when Jamie gets the text -- the text that he didn't entirely realize he had been dreading until he read it under Roy's watchful gaze as they walked into the car park together on their way to meet Keeley for lunch.

He climbs into the front seat of the G-Wagon and frowns at it while he waits for Roy to start driving.

Once he does, Jamie fiddles aimlessly with the knobs on the dashboard before saying, "It's me dad. Said he's getting out of rehab at the end of the week. Which is good, yeah? Means he's doing good. Good enough to reenter society, all rehabilitated and shit, so that's ...that's good."

Roy hums but he doesn't say anything.

Which is fine. Jamie knows Roy doesn't understand why he was giving his dad a chance with the whole rehab thing in the first place. He's told Jamie as much. That Jamie would always deserve better than him.

And the thing is, he knows Roy's right. Wouldn't be so fraught with anxiety about what his dad might do now if he'd loved Jamie the way Jamie deserved to be loved. The way his mum loves him. Hell, even the way Simon loves him.

And he knows that, he does, but, there's a part of him that's always going to want that love from his dad. He can't help having that <i>want</i>. It's his dad, innit?

Not that that changes anything. Never has.

He stews on that quietly while Roy does the same, with Jamie focusing on his Twitter feed and Roy on the road.

They're not exactly arguing about this, but Jamie still feels like they are, as they both roil in their separate thoughts about how shit his dad is. And how Jamie still has hope that he can be, at least, less shit, while Roy thinks he's an idiot for having that hope. Not that Roy's going to say that. Not out loud, not to Jamie, But he's thinking it. Thinking it loudly.

So Jamie's more than a little relieved that, despite that, when they get out of the car, Roy still takes him by the hand to lead him to Keeley's office, like he usually does, and maybe squeezes his hand a bit more firmly than usual.

So, they're just not going to talk about it. Which is fine. For the best, really.

Once they're at her office, Keeley greets them both with quick pecks to the cheek before looking awkwardly between the two of them, wincing, "Sorry, boys, sorry! I shouldn't have done that. I don't want to get in between you two like that. Not after you finally pulled your heads out of your asses and worked yourselves out."

"It was a kiss on the cheek, Keels," Jamie says. "Roy's not going to have my head or yours over that, and watching you two snog is just sexy to me. Sort of disappointed it was only on the cheek, really."

Keeley and Roy both sort of laugh at that, but it seems uneasy, and Jamie hopes he didn't mess things up.

It's been so nice between the three of them since he and Roy came back from Brazil and showed up on Keeley's doorstep to apologize, for the second time, about trying to make her choose between them, since they'd more than realized the fight wasn't entirely about her to begin with, and she found them there, with their skin proper tan from the Rio de Janeiro sun, snogging under her trees and invited them in for tea, asking them not to leave out a single detail of how that had happened.

And ever since, they've been trying to have lunch with her at least once a week, whenever she can clear enough of her schedule and doesn't already have plans with Rebecca.

Now she's waving them into the break room/lounge area where she has take-away from an Indian place set out for the three of them, and once they start eating and chatting, it seems normal again.

Everything is great really until Jamie gets another text and flinches when he sees his phone light up with a new text notification.

He doesn't even look at it until Roy puts his hand on shoulder and squeezes it, "It's not your dad."