#sometimes calling your mate a fcking wanker is affection actually

[valdomarx]

"Fucking wanker!"

Roy elbows his way past Jamie into the locker room, shoving him aside with one shoulder.

"Pass the fucking ball to your teammates once in a while, yeah? Fucking selfish prick."

Jamie sneers and pretends not to notice the sour looks he's getting from the rest of the team.

-

"Oi! Dipshit!" Roy stands on the sidelines and makes a rude gesture in Jamie's direction. "We're supposed to be training agility, not fucking attention-seeking stupidity. Get your head out your arse!"

Jamie scowls but throws himself back into the drill, focusing on his footwork and moving around each cone perfectly. When he sneaks a glance over at the coaches, Roy is regarding him with cool indifference.

Ah well. At least it's an improvement on outright hostility.

-

Jamie punches Sam joyfully in the arm. "Nice one, mate. You killed it today."

Sam beams, and Jamie looks up to see Roy looking at him with furrowed brow. He sticks his tongue out at him.

"Knob end," Roy says, but he's almost smiling.

-

"I'm just saying," Jamie takes a step closer, getting right up in Roy's face. It's probably a terrible fucking idea but he's never been known for his careful forward planning, has he? "I know you want it."

Roy's jaw twitches and his face is like a storm cloud. Jamie has a horrible feeling he might be about to get decked.

"Fucking dickhead," Roy says, before shoving him up against the wall and kissing him breathless.

-

It's a hell of a goal. Jamie is 30 yards out and his teammates are keeping the defence busy when the ball drops at his feet. He looks down the length of the field and he doesn't even have to think: he dodges a quick faint and punts it hard, a wildly arcing curve down toward goal and past the keeper's hands.

The crowd erupts.

Dani and Isaac land on him first, then the rest of the team pile on top of him with cheers and whoops. When he emerges from under the pile he looks over to the coach's box where Roy is rolling his eyes.

"Jammy bastard," Roy mouths at him, but even from the pitch Jamie can see the way he's smiling.

-

The alarm goes off at 3:30 a.m.

"Urghhhhh." Jamie pulls the duvet over his head. "'S too fucking early. We can skip training today, right?"

Roy flops on top of him and kisses a trail along the top of his shoulder. "Absolutely fucking not."

"You're really gonna make me train? After the fucking blowjob to end all blowjobs I gave you last night?"

"Yup." Roy pops the p in a way that means he's having fun. Jamie can tell even with his face buried in the pillow.

Jamie sighs and throws off the duvet, rolling over until Roy is in his arms. He's got pillow creases on his cheek and he's smiling at Jamie like he's the fucking sun.

Jamie kisses him, just because he can, and steels himself for an early morning run. "Fucking wanker," he says, and Roy just laughs.