Well that's... [He has a point, Jesus, but did he have to say it like that? David really isn't used to people just...wanting to be around him, not when he doesn't have the material wealth to justify it.]
Wow, congrats. [he's not jealous.] Sounds swanky. Your Dom won't mind me coming to see you there?
Oh, God, [David laughs, wondering what the hell he's getting himself into. He's already pulling himself out of bed and running the shower while he talks.] Alright, give me a minute to get ready and I'll head out. [He pauses, licking his lips.]
[Oh there's so much subtext in that response it makes Jamie smile to himself.]
Looking forward to it.
[Similarly, he showers and dresses himself. He keeps it casual, just fitted trackpants and a shirt and socks. Jamie sits crosslegged on the porch with a cup of tea while he waits.]
[David takes a quick but thorough shower, dresses and dries his hair in record time, and then heads out to catch the train to the Up. He arrives about 45 minutes later, bearing a paper bakery bag and his own half-empty coffee cup. The cottage is not at all what he was anticipating, but it looks so cozy and home-y he immediately finds it inviting, and that's before he spots Jamie waiting for him on the front porch.
David strides up the steps, a vision in black, and promptly hands over the bakery bag to Jamie.]
Happy birthday, Jamie. Those are for you.
[Inside are two donuts, freshly-baked and covered in pink frosting with rainbow sprinkles.]
[Jamie straightens up eagerly as David appears and walks up the path toward the cottage. His heartbeat immediately quickens and he scuffles up to his feet.
He takes the bag in both hands, opening it and peering inside. He breathes in deeply and audbily and shuts the bag, letting out a sliiiightly horny sound of excitement. He shuts it, holding it in one hand so he can hug David with one arm and nuzzle his forehead against his neck.]
Thanks, mate.
[Softly. Then boldly, he presses a kiss to David's temple and pulls away.]
Come in, I'll show you about.
[He opens the door for David, flourishing his hand like he's a fancy footman.]
[David watches Jamie inhale that delicious donut scent with a wry smile twisting his face. God, he's adorable.]
I figured you probably don't get to eat many of those back home. [He's dated athletes before, he knows how insane their diets have to be.] How old are you?
[All this said while Jamie is hugging him and nuzzling adorably into his neck, which is going to give David a cavity if it carries on much longer. He bites his lip around a smile as Jamie pulls away with a kiss that feels so easy and familiar it kind of hurts.]
Yes, please, I'm dying to see inside of this place.
Nope! But football's not real and I ain't gotta coach here, so I'm a lucky little boy. [He holds the bag close to himself, like he's expecting the ghost of Roy Kent to appear and snatch it from him.]
I am six and twenty. [He has been spending too much time with the Bridgertons. He checks David out as he walks ahead in an extremely casual way and follows him so he can jog ahead and gesture around. The cottage is modest, with double doors revealing a garden outside. There's a strong smell of herbs and whatever funky tea Jamie has been brewing.]
Full transparency, I just moved in here and I don't know where nothing is, but come see my room.
[Jamie takes David's wrist and jogs him to his room, swinging open the door and spreading his arms.]
Et voilΓ ! Feast your eyes!
[There's not much about this room that screams Jamie yet, there's a pile of clothing that he was wearing last night on the floor, his kit is draped over a chair with his boots on the ground next to it. The bed is a mess. There's a very peculiar, framed yellow piece of paper with some tape and a blue dot on it. It's either high art or very special.]
"Football's not real." I'm going to quote you on that. [He follows Jamie into the cottage, sort of gawking all around him at the general vibes of the place. It's humble, but at the same time feels curated and incredibly witchy. He digs it.]
Okay, and what year are you from? [He just needs to make sure he's not accidentally dating a minor thanks to time fuckery, thanks.] This place is very cute, by the way. Big props to your Dominant.
[who he's not at all jealous of, nope. He lets Jamie lead him to his room and props his shoulder against the doorway, taking in the few things populating the space.]
Definitely could be worse in here. What's with the construction paper? [He walks toward the object in question, cocking his head at Jamie.]
[Jamie answers easily, flopping backwards onto his bed.]
Yeah, she's brilliant.
[There's a slightly dreamy tone to his voice as he completely misses the fact that David is a tiny bit jealous and probably not in an ideal situation.
He pushes himself up to sit and then stand, sneaking in next to David to look at the paper. He smiles, broadly but shyly. Like he's a bit sheepish.]
It's dead corny, but our coach put up a sign on his first day that said "believe" and we all thought it was rubbish at the time, 'cause we all thought he was rubbish-- but he stuck with us, I guess. And the sign did too. And it meant a lot to us, so when someone ripped it up we were fucking fuming.
[He bumps his head against David's shoulder, this all feels like yesterday.]
We all kept a piece of it and at half-time in our last match, last one with our coach, Ted, we all put it back together. [He taps the frame.]
It's symbolic and shit-- told you it's dead corny-- but I like having it. So I can remember 'em. And Ted. [A beat.]
[David spends a moment doing mental math, realizes that in David's year Jamie is twenty, and then decides he doesn't fucking care because he's not making out with a twenty-year-old now.]
Lucky you, [he snipes, eager to move on to a different subject so he can stop feeling petty and annoyed. He shifts to let Jamie stand beside him and slightly in front of him as he explains the significance of the little chunk of paper, and after a moment his hands come up to give Jamie's shoulders a little squeeze and a rub.]
That sounds really special, [he says after a moment, and for once he's not being sarcastic.] And also a little eulogistic, yes.
[David huffs out a laugh as he feels himself walked backward, hardly resisting Jamie's and gravity's efforts to bring them both back horizontal onto the bed. A soft oof is forced out of him by the collision, but he's already turning onto his side to face Jamie.]
This whole thing is beginning to feel orchestrated, [he murmurs, propping his head on an elbow. The other hand toys with the collar of Jamie's shirt, tugging it to bring him in a little closer.] Are you trying to get me to give you birthday sex, Jamie Tartt?
I'm very clever, thank you. [David's voice has dropped to a sultry murmur, just above a whisper, his eyes gone all ooey-gooey molten chocolate as he stares at Jamie. God, he wants to show this beautiful golden retriever man a thing or two.
Their foreheads touch, and he lets his eyes close, one foot worming its way between Jamie's ankles to insinuate his knee between both of Jamie's.]
I might have, [he agrees breathlessly.] Might've let you lure me here.
[Jamie's breath hitches pleasantly as David's foot worms between his ankle. He's not as nervous as he thought he might have been, just excited. In a way, it's kind of like he gets to reclaim the atrocious way he lost his virginity but under circumstances he completely controls.
He smiles warmly at David, even if his eyes are closed and he can't see it. He dips his head down and catches his lips to kiss him, lingering and meaningful before he pulls back. His hands have crawled up David's chest so they rest on his jaw.]
You know I'm fucking mad about you, right? Not playing it too cool, am I?
[He laughs lightly, joking at his own expense but genuinely hoping David sees it.]
Think I knew pretty fast I wanted it to be with you.
[David makes a soft sound as Jamie's lips find his, his hand moving from the front of his shirt around to the back of his neck. It's a good kiss, just like every other time they've done this, but this time it feels more. Maybe it's that they're finally alone, with no interruptions. There's a possibility to this kiss that wasn't there before.
He lets out a short, shuddery breath when Jamie pulls away, eyes opening again to give him a little smirk despite the way his chest goes all tight at mad about you.]
Oh, no. Not cool at all. [He insinuates his knee a little further between Jamie's, bringing them practically chest-to-chest.] It's an honor. Whatever you want. Whatever you're comfortable with.
[Jamie laughs again at David's response, because he is giddy and giggly now. His legs shift to accommodate David's knee, his socked foot rubs David's ankle affectionately.
He ducks his head down to kiss under David's ear and nuzzles into his neck. Partly because smelling David and nestling against him is nice and partly because he's feeling shy.]
[Always a big fan of having his neck kissed, David tilts his head back easily to give Jamie room to work. He lets his fingers ruffle through the shorter hairs of his undercut before threading into the longer part at the crown.
His breath hitches at the shy way Jamie murmurs his request, the sound of his voice right in David's ear sending a thrill from his head straight down his spine to his groin. Shit. He really hadn't been expecting that. He'd kind of just assumed Jamie would want to top for his first time going all the way with a dude.
[Desperate to distract himself, Jamie mouths at David's neck while he processes the request. His teeth drag over his skin and he hums, leaning up against David as his hair is touched. He really likes that.
He pulls back just a little, pulling David's hand to his face so he can kiss his palm.]
Yeah. [Breathless but certain.]
Do you want to? I know some guys have.. things.. they prefer.. and I want to fuck you too-- but when I think of it, it's been you fucking me.
[He nudges his hips against Dave and, to fully sell his commitment, takes David's thumb into his mouth and sucks on it while maintaining eye contact.]
[David swallows hard, his head spinning with lust and at least three emotions he can't be bothered to identify right now. There are lips and teeth on his skin and it lights a fire in his blood. When Jamie pulls back, David makes himself look him in the eye.]
No, yeah, that's...happy to. [His thumb strokes along the side of Jamie's neck, and he watches, transfixed, as Jamie takes the other into his mouth, sinfully warm and wet. He has to swallow down the needy groan that wants to escape.]
You never stop surprising me. [Okay. If they're going to do this, they're going to do this right. He lets his hips press back, a little more insistently, tangling their legs together properly for leverage.]
[Jamie has his feet in two places right now. One is very sexually confident, knows generally what works when it comes to intimacy and further to that, likes figuring out what David likes. The other has watched a significant amount of gay porn but isn't 100% confident or experienced. But the trust is there.
Jamie drags his tongue over David's thumb as he releases it from his mouth, then he furls his fingers around his and squeezes his hand.
The question finally makes him flush properly, pink tinging his cheeks as he swallows and answers.]
Um, nope. No. Never. [He laughs, getting too excited.]
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[Jamie laughs lightly, unsure why he's struggling to be smooth here.]
I just got a contract so I've got a nice room and all, if you'd like to come have a look.
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Wow, congrats. [he's not jealous.] Sounds swanky. Your Dom won't mind me coming to see you there?
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[Similar to David, Jamie feels insecure but in Jamie fashion, he just announces it.]
No, I don't think she will. As long as we're good boys, which we are. I'll introduce you proper when I can but she'll probably be at her shop.
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[David would really rather Jamie be on his own back, but he doesn't say as much. He laughs, low and rough with sleep.]
Oh, we are? Could've fooled me. She clearly didn't see us making out in the grass like teenagers. Send me your address and I'll come to you.
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What she don't know won't hurt her. Plus she might like to watch.
[He drops the address for Yennefer's cottage.]
You can give her name if you need to, it's Yennefer.
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See you soon, birthday boy.
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Looking forward to it.
[Similarly, he showers and dresses himself. He keeps it casual, just fitted trackpants and a shirt and socks. Jamie sits crosslegged on the porch with a cup of tea while he waits.]
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David strides up the steps, a vision in black, and promptly hands over the bakery bag to Jamie.]
Happy birthday, Jamie. Those are for you.
[Inside are two donuts, freshly-baked and covered in pink frosting with rainbow sprinkles.]
Though I won't be mad if you share one with me.
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He takes the bag in both hands, opening it and peering inside. He breathes in deeply and audbily and shuts the bag, letting out a sliiiightly horny sound of excitement. He shuts it, holding it in one hand so he can hug David with one arm and nuzzle his forehead against his neck.]
Thanks, mate.
[Softly. Then boldly, he presses a kiss to David's temple and pulls away.]
Come in, I'll show you about.
[He opens the door for David, flourishing his hand like he's a fancy footman.]
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I figured you probably don't get to eat many of those back home. [He's dated athletes before, he knows how insane their diets have to be.] How old are you?
[All this said while Jamie is hugging him and nuzzling adorably into his neck, which is going to give David a cavity if it carries on much longer. He bites his lip around a smile as Jamie pulls away with a kiss that feels so easy and familiar it kind of hurts.]
Yes, please, I'm dying to see inside of this place.
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I am six and twenty. [He has been spending too much time with the Bridgertons. He checks David out as he walks ahead in an extremely casual way and follows him so he can jog ahead and gesture around. The cottage is modest, with double doors revealing a garden outside. There's a strong smell of herbs and whatever funky tea Jamie has been brewing.]
Full transparency, I just moved in here and I don't know where nothing is, but come see my room.
[Jamie takes David's wrist and jogs him to his room, swinging open the door and spreading his arms.]
Et voilΓ ! Feast your eyes!
[There's not much about this room that screams Jamie yet, there's a pile of clothing that he was wearing last night on the floor, his kit is draped over a chair with his boots on the ground next to it. The bed is a mess. There's a very peculiar, framed yellow piece of paper with some tape and a blue dot on it. It's either high art or very special.]
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Okay, and what year are you from? [He just needs to make sure he's not accidentally dating a minor thanks to time fuckery, thanks.] This place is very cute, by the way. Big props to your Dominant.
[who he's not at all jealous of, nope. He lets Jamie lead him to his room and props his shoulder against the doorway, taking in the few things populating the space.]
Definitely could be worse in here. What's with the construction paper? [He walks toward the object in question, cocking his head at Jamie.]
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[Jamie answers easily, flopping backwards onto his bed.]
Yeah, she's brilliant.
[There's a slightly dreamy tone to his voice as he completely misses the fact that David is a tiny bit jealous and probably not in an ideal situation.
He pushes himself up to sit and then stand, sneaking in next to David to look at the paper. He smiles, broadly but shyly. Like he's a bit sheepish.]
It's dead corny, but our coach put up a sign on his first day that said "believe" and we all thought it was rubbish at the time, 'cause we all thought he was rubbish-- but he stuck with us, I guess. And the sign did too. And it meant a lot to us, so when someone ripped it up we were fucking fuming.
[He bumps his head against David's shoulder, this all feels like yesterday.]
We all kept a piece of it and at half-time in our last match, last one with our coach, Ted, we all put it back together. [He taps the frame.]
It's symbolic and shit-- told you it's dead corny-- but I like having it. So I can remember 'em. And Ted. [A beat.]
I think that makes it sound like they died.
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Lucky you, [he snipes, eager to move on to a different subject so he can stop feeling petty and annoyed. He shifts to let Jamie stand beside him and slightly in front of him as he explains the significance of the little chunk of paper, and after a moment his hands come up to give Jamie's shoulders a little squeeze and a rub.]
That sounds really special, [he says after a moment, and for once he's not being sarcastic.] And also a little eulogistic, yes.
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He's physically and mentally a lot of things, now. He leans into the squeeze, but he's annoyed he's brought kind of a bummer mood into the room.
Jamie circles his arms around David's middle and starts to step them both back toward the bed so he can attempt to tip them both back onto it.]
Whoopsy daisy.
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This whole thing is beginning to feel orchestrated, [he murmurs, propping his head on an elbow. The other hand toys with the collar of Jamie's shirt, tugging it to bring him in a little closer.] Are you trying to get me to give you birthday sex, Jamie Tartt?
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Look at you, clever boy.
[He teases, but he leans in so their foreheads bump together. His fingers crawl up David's front and cling to his shirt.]
I think you might've known that when you agreed to come over, though.
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Their foreheads touch, and he lets his eyes close, one foot worming its way between Jamie's ankles to insinuate his knee between both of Jamie's.]
I might have, [he agrees breathlessly.] Might've let you lure me here.
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He smiles warmly at David, even if his eyes are closed and he can't see it. He dips his head down and catches his lips to kiss him, lingering and meaningful before he pulls back. His hands have crawled up David's chest so they rest on his jaw.]
You know I'm fucking mad about you, right? Not playing it too cool, am I?
[He laughs lightly, joking at his own expense but genuinely hoping David sees it.]
Think I knew pretty fast I wanted it to be with you.
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He lets out a short, shuddery breath when Jamie pulls away, eyes opening again to give him a little smirk despite the way his chest goes all tight at mad about you.]
Oh, no. Not cool at all. [He insinuates his knee a little further between Jamie's, bringing them practically chest-to-chest.] It's an honor. Whatever you want. Whatever you're comfortable with.
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He ducks his head down to kiss under David's ear and nuzzles into his neck. Partly because smelling David and nestling against him is nice and partly because he's feeling shy.]
I want you to fuck me.
[So softly and so shyly.]
I wanna see what it feels like.
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His breath hitches at the shy way Jamie murmurs his request, the sound of his voice right in David's ear sending a thrill from his head straight down his spine to his groin. Shit. He really hadn't been expecting that. He'd kind of just assumed Jamie would want to top for his first time going all the way with a dude.
God, his mouth is dry.]
Yeah. Fuck. You, um. You want me to fuck you?
[it's not like Jamie just said that or anything.]
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He pulls back just a little, pulling David's hand to his face so he can kiss his palm.]
Yeah. [Breathless but certain.]
Do you want to? I know some guys have.. things.. they prefer.. and I want to fuck you too-- but when I think of it, it's been you fucking me.
[He nudges his hips against Dave and, to fully sell his commitment, takes David's thumb into his mouth and sucks on it while maintaining eye contact.]
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No, yeah, that's...happy to. [His thumb strokes along the side of Jamie's neck, and he watches, transfixed, as Jamie takes the other into his mouth, sinfully warm and wet. He has to swallow down the needy groan that wants to escape.]
You never stop surprising me. [Okay. If they're going to do this, they're going to do this right. He lets his hips press back, a little more insistently, tangling their legs together properly for leverage.]
Have you ever had your ass eaten?
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Jamie drags his tongue over David's thumb as he releases it from his mouth, then he furls his fingers around his and squeezes his hand.
The question finally makes him flush properly, pink tinging his cheeks as he swallows and answers.]
Um, nope. No. Never. [He laughs, getting too excited.]
D'you want to? Tell me where you want me.
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