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“You should fuck me while I’m sleeping,” Jamie blurts out while Roy is cooking. He doesn't mean for it to startle Roy—but it does. He’s cutting the peppers in perfectly even little strips but he drops the knife. Whoops. Jamie lets out a little laugh, not even having the decency to cover it behind his mouth.
Roy looks like he’s in pain, but in that specific way that means he’s just feeling all torn up like inside, and he doesn’t know what to do with it. “What?”
Jamie takes pity on him. He slides off the counter, picking up the knife from where it’s laying abandoned on the cutting board. His slices of pepper are not nearly as neat as Roy’s but they’re a team, aren’t they? Jamie can take over cooking for a second while Roy’s brain reboots.
“Dunno, mate. Just, I got two holes and a cock, don’t I? And I’m yours. I think you should get to use ‘em whenever and wherever you want. Even if I’m asleep, yeah?”
It’s something that’s been floating around in his brain for a while. Jamie fucking loves it when Roy owns him, when he clasps the collar around Jamie’s neck and makes him obey. He desperately wants that feeling always, no matter what. Roy gently takes the handle of the knife from Jamie’s hands, setting it on the counter so that they can look at each other squarely.
“Jamie. Whenever and wherever?” Roy asks slowly, and Jamie’s breath catches in his throat. He had meant that he wanted to wake up with Roy’s cock or cum inside him, but the implications…
“Yes,” Jamie answers without hesitation. “If your dick is hard or whatever, it should be in me. Roy–”
Roy realizes his plea for what it is and crowds into Jamie’s space immediately. His lips are on Jamie’s in an instant, hand on his waist digging into his skin and holding him as close as possible. The kiss is desperate, messy, and everything Jamie needs.
“Bedroom,” Roy manages when they break apart for air. He already sounds wrecked.
“Roy, mate. I’m in the middle of chopping this shit for dinner.”
Roy’s grip on his waist tightens. “Did I ask you? I said we’re going up to the bedroom and I’m going to fuck you until you scream.” He grips Jamie’s chin with his other hand, forcing Jamie’s eyes to meet his own. “Are we clear?”
Roy’s eyes have softened slightly, and Jamie can tell he’s asking honestly. One word from Jamie and he would drop it, and they could go back to cooking dinner. But Jamie doesn't want to say no. This new dynamic is thrilling and sexy and Jamie is more than a little hard in his trackies. He starts to nod, but at Roy’s eyebrow he stops.
“Yes, coach,” he says instead, jutting his chin up. Roy’s look of concern melts into one of casual indifference so easily that it gives Jamie whiplash.
“Up, then. Get yourself ready for me on the bed. I don’t want to have to waste time stretching you out.”
Jamie gives him a cheeky solute, and nearly trips over himself racing up the stairs.
***
So that’s how it starts, this thing between them.
The first night after their conversation in the kitchen and subsequent desperate fuck, Jamie is so excited he can barely sleep. He showers extremely thoroughly before bed, even fingering himself quietly in the shower so that he would be ready for Roy, and there would be less of a chance waking him up during that part. Jamie made peace with the fact that he might wake up during any of it–as sexy as the idea of waking up with Roy’s cock inside of him is, Jamie’s fantasy always involves waking up with nothing but Roy’s cum inside of him, after thoroughly using Jamie’s pliant and sleeping body.
Only, he wakes up in the morning decidedly un-fucked, and has to hide his disappointment over his before training coffee. Roy either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, because he doesn’t once ask Jamie what’s wrong or apologize for his distinct lack of sleep-fucking.
It’s fine–Roy is at least a million years old, and he probably couldn’t get it up after Jamie rode him so hard the night before. Only he doesn’t fuck Jamie the next night, or the night after that.
Jamie decides to take pity on Roy. Maybe he’s worried about hurting Jamie, or doesn’t want Jamie to wake up while he’s prepping him or something. So before they go to bed he excuses himself to the bathroom, and slides his favorite plug into his hole. He bends over cheekily so that he knows Roy sees it, but Roy doesn’t say a word. Just settles Jamie’s head on his chest like the way they always sleep, and they both sleep through the night.
It’s maddening.
Jamie’s getting a little fed up with Roy, if he’s honest. Spilled his soul to Roy in their kitchen and what does he get for it? Nothing. It’s three days of their little dance before Jamie decides he’s had enough. After a long day of training, as everyone starts to file out of Nelson Road one by one, Jamie decides he’s going out with the lads for once instead of laying around their house hoping Roy will fuck him. Not helping anyone, that. Colin and Isaac want to try out some new club, which sounds fucking mint, so after getting cleaned up and dressed Jamie slips into Roy’s office. He fucked around long enough that Nate and Beard are long gone.
“Coach?” Jamie says, stepping into Roy’s office and closing the door behind him out of habit. “Alright?”
Roy grunts in acknowledgement, not looking up from whatever he’s working on. By Jamie’s estimation of the stack of papers next to him and the open laptop, he’ll be here at least another hour.
“You did a good job today,” Roy says, when Jamie doesn’t speak immediately. Finally, he looks up, and he smiles at Jamie. “I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”
Jamie glances behind him, where Isaac and Colin are fucking around outside the office. “A reward?” He asks curiously, taking a step forward. He was nothing if not an enterprising lad. Colin and Isaac could wait for a moment. Roy smirked.
“Come here, baby. You’re going to keep my cock warm while I finish all of this paperwork.”
Jamie’s breath catches in his throat, and he feels his dick stir in his trackies. It’s not his finest moment, but just the authority in Roy’s voice, the way that he wasn’t asking.
“I came in here to tell you I’m going out with the lads,” Jamie stammers, head already feeling a little floaty. Roy sets the paper he was looking at down, leveling Jamie with a stare.
“Do you want to try that again?” His voice is even, commanding. It makes Jamie’s knees go a little weak, and if he wasn’t so god damn pent up from sleeping with his plug in for three days he might have pushed back farther.
“I was just going to–” Jamie starts, but Roy clears his throat. He curls a finger forward in a come here motion, and Jamie obeys like a dog on a leash. He steps forwards until he’s standing between Roy’s legs, close enough to feel the heat of him and smell his cologne.
“Are you not mine to use as I see fit?” Roy challenges, raising his eyebrow. Jamie lets out a whine in the back of his throat, and Roy presses a hand to his lower back, the other tracing delicately along Jamie’s lips.
“This mouth belongs to me,” Roy continues quietly, voice washing over Jamie like water. “As does the rest of you. And right now I want to feel my mouth wrapped around my cock. Are we clear, or are you going to need to be punished for keeping from me what is rightfully mine?”
A full body shiver passes through Jamie, and he nods frantically. Roy releases him with a firm pat to the bum, and Jamie turns back to the dressing room, quickly making his excuses and telling everyone he would see them tomorrow. It’s a mix of catcalls and disappointment from the lads, but Jamie waves them all off. When he comes back into Roy’s office he shuts the door gently, heart pounding in his chest.
It’s everything he’s been wanting. It’s too much. It’s not enough.
“Roy,” Jamie pleads. “Coach, please.”
Without looking up, Roy snaps his fingers to the floor by his feet. Jamie notices hysterically that there’s a soft little pillow on the floor, and the fact that Roy planned this is enough to make Jamie drop to his knees like a puppet with cut strings. Roy grabs him by the hair and yanks him, adjusting them so that Jamie is mostly under the desk. He looks up at Roy with awe, and Roy’s eyes burn down at him.
“Good boy,” Roy says gruffly, and Jamie preens under the attention. “Now, go on. Keep me nice and warm.” He yanks Jamie’s hair again, pulling him closer to his cock. Jamie licks the lip of him slowly, to feel Roy on his tongue, and the taste of it makes his eyes flutter shut. He brings the head of Roy’s cock into his mouth fully, looking up at him with questioning eyes.
“That’s it,” Roy continues. “You’re going to sit here and keep my cock nice and warm for me while I do my work, aren’t you. Won’t touch yourself, won’t make a sound. Because you’re mine aren’t you? My good boy.”
Jamie loses himself in it. It hadn’t taken long for Roy’s cock to harden fully, and it’s taking everything in Jamie not to just go to town on him, make him come so hard that he sees stars. He’s being good, isn’t he? He hollows his cheeks only occasionally, instead keeping Roy settled gently on his tongue. Above him, he can hear the turning of pages and the occasional clack of keys as Roy works on whatever it is he’s working on, and he can hear the soft tumble of the dryer from across the hall in the boot room. It’s peaceful, in a way, but it’s also so fucking sexy that Jamie thinks he might die.
There’s definitely spit running down Jamie’s chin, and his jaw aches from how long it’s been stretched in such an awkward position. Roy’s hand is buried in his hair, not pulling, but soothing, rubbing gently through the strands. It feels dead nice, but his jaw fucking hurts, so he tries to pull away to give it a break. But Roy tuts in a patronizing way, pushing Jamie’s head forcibly back onto his cock.
“I like your mouth right where it is, sweetheart,” Roy rumbles, hand tightening in his hair. “Fucking made for this, weren’t you? Made just to take my cock?”
In this position, Jamie can’t see Roy’s face, and it’s making him dizzy. That Roy is just a voice above him, using Jamie’s mouth and his body however he wants. Jamie is powerless to protest against him. He moans around Roy’s cock the best that he can, wanting Roy to know he agrees, that he’s so fucking grateful that he gets to have Roy’s cock buried in his throat. He’s aching already, but Jamie realizes that it doesn't matter. It’s not about him, is it? It’s about Roy. So he taps Roy’s ankle twice, their signal for okay.
“Good boy,” Roy says, and rewards him by shoving his cock even further down Jamie’s throat. It makes Jamie gag, the suddenness of it, and he almost tries to pull back before Roy’s hand moves to cup the back of his head, keeping him exactly where he wants him. When Jamie calms down again, Roy’s hand leaves the back of his neck and he pats the top of Jamie’s head before retracting it all together. Jamie hears typing as Roy goes back to his reports, and the clear dismissal makes his stomach burn pleasantly.
Time zones in and out again, Jamie sloppily sucking on Roy’s dick without any real finesse. His knees ache, his jaw aches, and his fucking dick aches, but it’s good, it’s so fucking good, and the idea that he’s making Roy feel good is making Jamie feel all floaty and warm.
Roy pulls back eventually, and Jamie whines in the back of his throat, desperately chasing after Roy’s dick. Roy chuckles above him, hand finding its way back to Jamie’s hair.
“That’s enough, love. Now get your kit off. I’m not done with you yet.”
Jamie scrambles to comply, pulling his shirt over his head in what he assumes is record time. He works his jaw as he does it, and despite the permeating ache in it he wants Roy’s cock back in it desperately.
“Good boy,” Roy tells him when his shirt is off, and he stands, looming over Jamie. “Push your tits together. I want to feel them around my cock.”
“Holy fuck,” Jamie says, and his voice sounds wrecked even to his own ears. He wants it, he wants it so badly, but he’s so hard he might die and he doesn’t know if he’ll last through something like that. “Roy, shit–”
Roy slaps him. Just once, and it’s barely even a tap. But it’s enough for Jamie to moan, arching his back and looking up at Roy with his wet eyes. Fuck, he is so fucking hard. He loves when Roy slaps him. Makes him feel owned.
“Did I tell you to argue, or did I tell you to fucking touch your tits?”
“Sorry, coach. Please, please, fuck my tits, use me, do whatever you want to me–” Jamie begs desperately, leaning backward slightly and using both hands to cup his pecs, pushing them together. Even with all of the muscle there, there isn’t much to cup, but Roy doesn’t seem to mind. He steadies himself with one hand in Jamie’s hair, and he thrusts forward, right between Jamie’s tits.
The angle is awkward, and Jamie’s knees are sore, but Roy moans like it’s the best fuck he’s ever had in his life. Jamie’s chest glistens with his own spit that covers Roy’s cock, and he’s so hard in his trackies he might die. Roy thrusts forward again, into the space between Jamie’s tits, and they both cry out. Roy looks wild above him, cheeks flushed from exertion as he begins to fuck against Jamie’s chest in earnest. It’s providing no friction for Jamie–Roy is truly just using his body to get off as he pleases. It’s making Jamie more than a little wild.
It can’t be providing a lot of friction for Roy in this position, but Roy’s eyes are closed and grunts are falling from his lips in the way that Jamie can recognize means he’s close. Having Jamie on his knees like this must really be going a number on him, Jamie realises, and it makes Jamie buck his hips up into nothing.
“Please,” Jamie begs softly, looking up at Roy’s red flushed cheeks. He pushes his tits closer together, and Roy cries out. “Come on, Roy, please, come all over my fucking tits, get me messy, I need–”
It’s enough for Roy. He has to steady himself against his desk because he comes so fucking hard, all over Jamie’s tits. Jamie whines, immediately rubbing Roy’s cum across his nipple, moaning at the feeling. Roy’s eyes open, and he stares down at Jamie with an unreadable expression in his eyes.
“Come here,” he finally says, and Jamie obeys, surging to his feet, barely noticing the ache in his knees and back from holding the position for so long. Roy pulls him into a messy kiss, and Jamie moans into it, pressing closer to Roy. Jamie is aching for Roy to touch him–he’s so fucking close, Roy could probably brush his hand against Jamie’s dick right now and he would come. But Roy gently pulls back from their kiss, stroking a hand down Jamie’s face.
“You’re perfect,” Roy says softly. “I can’t believe you let me do that.”
“I would be even more perfect if you let me come,” Jamie points out, and Roy laughs.
“Not about you, is it?”
Shit. Jamie whimpers without his permission, then bites his lip in embarrassment. Roy shakes his head fondly, grabbing a tissue from his desk and carefully beginning to clean off Jamie’s chest. “It isn’t,” Jamie finally answers, when it feels like the world isn’t about to collapse beneath his feet. “About me. That’s the point, isn’t it?”
“I love you,” Roy answers simply, and he presses a kiss to the side of Jamie’s head. “I love you so fucking much it scares me. But if we’re going to play like this, then yes, Jamie. That’s the whole point.”
If we’re going to play like this. It shoots through Jamie, and his cheeks burn. This is Roy giving it to him. Telling him it’s okay, and that he’s ready to give Jamie everything he wants. Well, Jamie certainly hopes it will be everything.
“Does this mean you’ll fuck me while I’m asleep now?” Jamie asks cheekily, and Roy just rolls his eyes, pulling Jamie into another kiss.
“Get your fucking kit back on. We’re going home.”
After that, the floodgates open. If Jamie is standing in the kitchen mixing up a protein shake after a run, Roy will bend him over the counter without a word and fuck him until he comes inside, or all over Jamie’s back, or in his mouth. Sometimes he’ll let Jamie come, but more often he won’t. It’s like Jamie exists solely for Roy’s pleasure.
He fucking loves it.
Jamie has started wearing a plug whenever he can get away with it, not just to bed. It’s impractical to wear while he’s training–he’s a professional after all–but when he gets home, he’ll slip into their bathroom and slip one inside himself. It’s fucking hot, knowing that Roy can just take him whenever and wherever he wants to, because Jamie is his, and he can use him however he sees fit.
But the one thing Roy still hasn’t fucked him while he’s sleeping. It’s like–getting Jamie on his knees in his office, the kitchen, the club bathroom, or the Nelson Road bathroom is all fine and good, but fucking him while he’s unconscious is a line he’s still weary of crossing. After a week of decidedly unfucked sleeping, when his alarm goes off he groans, rolling over to press his face into Roy’s neck.
“Something wrong, princess?” Roy asks gently, but despite his tone Jamie suspects he’s teasing.
“Like you don’t know,” Jamie grumbles, pulling away long enough to glare at Roy. His face remains impassive enough that Jamie scowls, turning away to pick at their bedspread. Jamie tells him about one of his biggest kinks and he won’t even do it? Selfish twat.
“I thought the point was for me to decide when I get to use you,” Roy rumbles, and it makes Jamie snap his eyes up to meet Roy’s with a gasp in the back of his throat.
“Roy,” he says quietly, like it’s a warning. He hadn’t really thought of it that way, and the idea of it makes him a little dizzy. Roy smirks, in that easy way of his that makes Jamie’s insides turn to jello.
“You belong to me,” Roy says, pinching Jamie’s side. “I’ll fuck you in your sleep when I’m good and ready to do it. That is not your decision to make, is it?”
“No, sir,” Jamie breathes, shifting so that he’s lying mostly on top of Roy. Roy grabs his hips, steadying him, and his eyes are dark coals. Jamie whines, dragging his cock against Roy’s, but Roy’s firm grip on his hips stops him. Jamie lets another whine bubble up in the back of his throat, but Roy isn’t impressed.
“You’re being naughty,” Roy chastises, his thumb rubbing comforting circles onto Jamie’s hip even with his sharp words. “If you keep this up, I won’t fuck you at all.”
“That’s not fair,” Jamie pouts, and Roy kisses his upturned lip.
“You’ll take what I give you and nothing more, or you’ll take nothing at all.”
Jamie sighs, and presses into Roy’s side. “Sure. You’re the boss,” he grumbles, and Roy rewards him with another kiss to the side of Jamie’s head.
“Damn right I am.”
***
For the tenth time since that chat in the kitchen, Jamie wakes up to the sound of his alarm and not to the feeling of Roy’s cock inside of him. He sighs, rolling over to press his face into his pillow and lets out an obnoxious groan.
“Alright?” Roy grumbles beside him. Jamie doesn’t dignify that with a response. Instead, he clenches around the plug in his ass, hoping at least they’ll have time to go one round before they have to leave for work. Only–he clenches around nothing. His plug is gone. Jamie frowns, reaching down to press against his hole. His fingers come away wet.
Jamie’s head snaps up to meet Roy’s eyes. Roy just smirks.
“Holy shit,” Jamie breathes. “Holy shit, Roy. You just fucked me, took me while I was sleeping, I didn’t even fucking notice, oh my god–” He’s babbling, and he knows it, but his head is spinning and his dick is suddenly hard enough to cut steel. Roy just chuckles, but Jamie is moving, settling on top of his thighs.
“Don’t fucking laugh,” Jamie whines, and Roy’s hands settled on his hips. He’s laying on the bed, looking up at Jamie with a look that is far too smug. Fuck, Jamie is sore, and he has no memory of being fucked at all. “Please. Tell me–”
“You were so fucking lovely,” Roy begins immediately, and Jamie grinds against his stomach at those words alone. “So fucking needy for me, even while you were sleeping, baby. I slid your plug out of you and you whined so loudly that I thought I had woken you up. But you were just that desperate for it.”
Jamie can’t speak, he feels so overwhelmed. He belongs to Roy so completely. Roy didn’t ask, didn’t wake him up. Just slid his dick right inside Jamie’s hole where it belonged. Roy takes pity on him immediately, sliding his fingers down to press against his hole. Jamie is still wet with Roy’s cum, and Roy’s fingers slide in easily. Like Jamie’s body is made to take him. It makes Jamie let out another whine.
“Roy. Keep telling me,” he practically begs. Roy hums, sliding another finger inside Jamie. He’s still open, still wet, and it’s driving Jamie insane. “Roy.”
“You’re being a brat,” Roy says evenly, adding another finger. Jamie gasps at the intrusion, bearing down on it. “I liked fucking you when you were asleep. All soft and pliant, and you couldn’t talk back to me.”
Jamie can’t take it anymore. He knows he’s proving Roy’s point but he doesn’t care. Jamie bats Roy’s hand away, and Roy withdraws his fingers with a raised eyebrow. He reaches down to grip Roy’s cock, guiding it to his ass and sinking down onto it in one smooth motion. He has no memory of getting fucked, but his body certainly does, and Roy’s cock slides inside of him easily.
“Naughty,” Roy chastises, but he doesn’t do anything to discourage Jamie. He needs this just as much as Jamie does. Jamie starts to ride him, hands on Roy’s chest to steady himself. Roy just lays back, allowing Jamie to set the pace.
“That’s it, take what you need. Good boy. Fuck, you’re so fucking hot. I barely fucked you for five minutes while you were asleep before I blew my load. I can’t believe you let me fuck you like that. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
“Thank you,” Jamie says desperately. “Fuck, I want you to do that always. Wish I could have seen. Next time I want to wake up with your cock inside me. Please, Roy–”
“Jamie,” Roy says, placing both hands on his hips to still his movements. Jamie huffs, annoyed, but obeys. “Jamie. I took pictures.”
“Holy shit,” Jamie says, his dick twitching against Roy’s stomach. “Holy shit.”
Jamie can barely think as Roy turns him around in his lap so that Jamie’s back is pressed to Roy’s chest with Roy’s cock still inside him. He hands his phone to Jamie, who unlocks it with shaky fingers.
The first one is a video. Roy pulls the plug from his hole, and Jamie hears himself give a sleepy whine in the video. It’s so fucking hot that Jamie thinks he might die, and Roy has to reach around to circle his fingers tightly around the base of Jamie’s dick so that he doesn’t come on the spot.
He flicks to the next one. Roy’s four fingers deep in his ass, and Jamie moans at the sight. Roy’s cock is in him in the next one, the camera angled so that Jamie can see his pliant, sleeping face. He looks dead fit, even when he’s sleeping. No wonder Roy couldn’t resist him.
There’s a video next. Jamie hits play on it and immediately his own breathless, sleepy whines fill the room. Roy is fucking him so slowly, cock barely sliding in and out of him so that Roy didn’t wake him up. His Roy behind him has no such agenda, and he begins to thrust into Jamie in earnest.
The Roy in the video is speaking softly, and Jamie has to turn the volume up on Roy’s phone to hear it. “Good boy,” he’s saying. “Shhh, sweetheart. Love you so much, good boy, just fucking take my cock, made for me, made for my cock, that’s right–” It’s nonsense, but the phone drops from Jamie’s hand as he moans, reaching back to grip Roy’s arm.
“Roy,” he begs. “Roy. Fuck me. Come on, need you, come on–”
“Fuck,” Roy grunts, and his pace increases. Jamie lifts himself up to meet every thrust of Roy’s, and it’s easily one of the most desperate fucks they’ve ever had. Jamie’s panting, sweat beading along his hairline and blurring his vision from exertion. His stomach is tight, and he tilts his head back, giving Roy access to his neck.
“You belong to me,” Roy growls into his ear. “Whenever the fuck I want you to, Tartt. Always. Mine.” He punctuates his words by biting into Jamie’s shoulder, and Jamie howls, arching back against Roy and coming messily all over his fingers. Jamie clenches around Roy with a sob, and he feels Roy’s cum flood into him. Roy kisses and bites desperately up Jamie’s neck, and Jamie turns his head so that their lips can meet.
“Good?” Roy asks when they pull apart. Jamie stares at him for a moment, then he laughs.
“Brilliant. Fuck, these pictures are so hot. That was inspired. Jesus, you’re such a freak. I couldn’t tell if they were for my benefit or yours.”
“Can’t it be both?” Roy asks, and Jamie laughs again, feeling giddy. Roy reaches over to the bedside table to grab the discarded plug, and Jamie’s eyes widen. At Roy’s raised eyebrow he nods, and when Roy pulls out he replaces his cock with the plug, ensuring his cum stays inside Jamie. Jamie’s dick gives a valiant twitch against his thigh.
“Can we do this again tomorrow?” Jamie asks, and Roy rolls his eyes.
“Don’t push your luck,” he says, and kisses Jamie quiet.
***
A week later, Roy is pushing Jamie particularly hard in their morning training. They don’t get to do this together often now that Roy is the manager, so whenever they do Roy tends to get a little mean. But today it’s bad even by Roy’s usual standards, and Jamie is sweaty and panting and more than a little miserable. They’re in the park, and Jamie thinks he might actually die if Roy won’t give him a break.
“I’m exhausted, coach,” Jamie whines, giving Roy his best pleading eyes. Roy only smacks his bum in encouragement.
“Don’t care,” Roy says simply, gesturing back out to the grass. “I want 50 more burpees, Tartt. Then we’ll see about exhausted.”
Jamie whines again, allowing his bottom lip to stick out in a pout too. Eyes and the lip–a lethal combination. “Roy. You’re being mean to me. I’m going to have to take a fucking nap after all of this. Gonna lay down on the couch and literally won’t be able to move for hours.”
Roy smirks. “I know. I’m counting on it.”
Jamie’s eyes widen with realization. Roy’s tiring him out on purpose, so that Jamie will be so exhausted he’ll have no choice but to pass out for a while after they get home. And while he’s passed out, Roy can–
“Burpees, Tartt,” Roy barks, but his eyes are sparkling. “Now. Be a good boy, and you’ll get your reward.”
“Will you take videos?” Jamie asks, eyes bright as he leans into Roy’s space. “Dead hot, that. I want video evidence of you defiling me in my sleep, or I won’t believe that it happened.”
Roy rolls his eyes, but leans in to give Jamie a kiss. Jamie earns another slap on the bum for his troubles, and when he pulls away they’re both smiling. He shoots Roy a cheeky wink, and he steps away from Roy to do his damn burpees.
He has a reward to earn, after all.