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Title: It's Far Too Sexy Being a God
Author: fuzzybuni
Pairing: Damon/Graham
Rating: R (Just straight up sex, yo.)
Era: May 1984
Wordcount: 8,087
Disclaimer: Don't own Damon Albarn or Graham Coxon!
Synopsis: The boys are practicing for the new play they both happened to get parts in and, well, acting for a play within a bedroom eventually leads into foreplay.
Notes: Big kudos to my friend, ladynuwanda, because she started this idea for me with the boys' acting turning into... well, something a little more. ;) This is a birthday present for my friend lizzyberry. I hope you enjoy. ;D
Papers rustled in Damon's hand while he bounced in place. The sixteen year old's brow was furrowed in deep thought as he stared at the page upon the rest. Eyes skimmed line after line until his eyes left from the page, gazing upward and at another face of a boy roughly a year younger than him. A smile, which slowly turned into a large grin, spread across his face.
The other boy was doing the same as what he was just doing seconds before. Papers, all of them formally known as a legitimate script, were held tightly in the younger teenager's hand; his other hand rested on his chin as he read along carefully. His large brown eyes treaded through the mountain of lines slowly, and his hip jutted out a slight bit, supporting one leg more than the other. He flicked a hand through his short dark brown bangs, and he held at his chin again soon after.
When he had finally finished, the tinier boy's eyes met Damon's. They shared a good smile with each other and Damon smirked after.
"So," the blond started, "How do you like the script? Especially the scene with the messenger and the god?"
The other smiled in a way that he understood what Damon was meaning. "It's great, Day. And now you want to test it out, correct?"
"Damn fuckin’ right I do, Graham!" Damon shouted, bounding toward his friend elatedly. He was bouncing in the spot once more, and while papers still jumbled about in his hand, he grabbed both of his mate's shoulders tightly, shaking him. "I've got the best damn role in the play and you've got the best minor role anyone could ever ask for! Jeez, I still can't thank ya enough for trying out, seriously, ta!"
Graham laughed weakly at Damon when he pulled away. He scratched at the back of his head and said softly, "I'm glad you made me; this may help a bit with my stage fright."
Damon grinned at him enthusiastically and slapped him on the shoulder before moving back again, glancing to the script once more. "Give our scene a go?"
Graham nodded silently, and the play within the room began. Damon was soon on his bed speaking in a loud, terrifying voice. He was also kicking off his blankets rather dramatically. All the meanwhile, Graham was standing below him trying to stifle giggles.
"How dare you insult the great Zeus, Hermes!" Damon was hissing, his nose scrunching up while feigning anger. "It was said to my son that he would deliver the message to Hades!"
Graham, also putting on a great façade for his character, answered back dramatically, "But father! He said that he wanted me to come back later on in the evening! He would not allow me into the Underworld!" Graham, or so to say, Hermes, was shaking his hands up at the pretend God of Lightning.
Damon leapt down from his mattress and landed with a loud thump in front of Graham. The younger one flinched, unintentionally, but it also did fit the part, he found.
"Why do you defy your own flesh and blood, son?" Damon snarled, moving very close to Graham's face. He reached at the brunette's arm and pulled him even closer, their chest ramming into each other's. "Why?"
Graham felt it hard to breathe. His chest was heaving in discomfort, and he replied meekly, "I t-try not to, father. It's something I've tried to avoid for years."
Damon then pretended (or what it seemed like to Graham) to look genuinely insane. He threatened his own ‘son’ with a quick head movement forward, and Graham cringed in fright. Damon's mouth lingered awful close to Graham's. They were still acting, and Graham was supposed to continue along; he didn't want to ruin the scene with the sudden urge to kiss him.
He swallowed, and murmured, "Damon, you take acting too seriously."
It was then that Damon pulled back from the other and burst out laughing. He pointed at Graham, and held his stomach. His eyes closed tightly throughout the laughter and Graham started laughing along with him, leaning back. He rested a hand on his forehead while trying to hold back the tears.
Damon suddenly pulled himself together, and leaned back toward Graham's face, holding an extremely serious face. "What is said is said, my dearest Hermes. Now, please, before another moment passes..." He paused for dramatic effect, gazing off at the ceiling over Graham's shoulder. "... deliver the message to my brother quickly! Make haste!"
Graham glanced at his script and said, "Ummm... there's no more for me until a scene or so later."
"So you're to depart." Damon smiled, still leaning very close to Graham's face. He suddenly looked shocked, whilst reading his own papers. "Mine says something different for you!"
Graham out of nowhere looked worried, and he read over that part of the script many more times. Damon then whizzed by him, heading to his desk under the window. He snatched a pencil out of a box on the desk and began scribbling down words on his page. Graham had one eyebrow raised in question, and Damon was finished an odd few moments later.
He was then standing straight again and was reading the script, or what looked like he was. "Hermes, how long have you been working for me under my orders?"
Graham's mouth fell open and his eyebrows pulled together. He had no idea what to say back; this was not in this scene, let alone the act or the entire play. He muttered out some incoherent words until fully replying, playing along, "Uh... many years, sir, why do you ask me of this?"
"I just wanted to know how much you actually care for your own father," Damon whispered lowly, his eyebrows pushing together in what looked like true distress. He was moving closer in a broken manner. "Even though I've treated you like some dirty human all these years... Answer, please, son!"
Graham was shaking his head. What was playing in Damon's head? What was he pulling? This was absurd! He knew that Damon was a little bit crazy, but this was just plain weird! He bit at his lips, looking away from his blond mate, and back in a delayed moment or two.
Graham decided that whatever this was, he'd still play along. He looked on at ‘Zeus’ in mock shock. "Father, why do you doubt my feelings for you? I love you! I love you so much!" Graham rested his hands on his chest, papers crinkling loudly, and he looked on at Damon sadly.
Damon began smiling, eyes gazing down at the paper for a moment. They were as close as they were a few minutes before when Zeus was really mad with his son. This was no longer the god and his son anymore; this had to have been Graham and Damon.
"I-it says we're supposed to kiss," Damon murmured, looking on at Graham with wide, glossy eyes.
"‘Kiss’? Damon, lemme see that script, they're father and son, you git!" Graham snapped looking on at Damon.
He was in no mood to be fooling around, though with Damon this close the feeling was becoming overwhelming. His character was supposed to be frightened of his father, not in whatever situation was going on with teenagers out of nowhere.
Graham dropped his own papers on the bed nearby, and snatched the papers from Damon's hand, turning the script around. He skimmed along the page, and finally noticed Damon's neatly scrawled, but faint, notes in the middle of the page. They were pointing to the place exactly where they had perfectly ended their scene, and it said:
"Cont.
Improvisation.
And then manage to kiss Gra because he is the most beautiful person you've ever met. And tell him you love him a lot too."
Graham suddenly made a weird noise in his throat as he was no longer taking air in or out. He had kissed Damon plenty of times, Hell, they had even gone further than that before, but this was a little much for Graham as they'd been extremely busy recently. There had been no time to hang out. The relationship between both of them was at a stand-still; hanging out with girls, doing school work, and occasionally talking if they had the chance was what their life was full of right now. Graham had never felt that strongly about Damon as of recent.
The papers were suddenly pulled down from being in front of his face, and Damon stood behind them, smile sitting on his dark pink lips. The blond dropped the stapled sheets to the hardwood floor. He reached out to Graham and rested his warm hands on both sides of Graham's neck, his pinky fingers stroking along the material of his mate's collar. He pulled Graham closer and the brunette just allowed it. Graham wanted this again. He had wanted this for so long again.
The blond was leaning in closer and closer until their lips were just a finger space away. Graham then opened his mouth and said sourly, "I thought that bird was interested in you."
Damon scoffed, also rolling his eyes. "I thought the other was interested in you. Jesus, Graham, don't do this, you know they will never be as important as you."
There were no more spoken words shared between the two teens and the air about was tense, even at the close proximity of both bodies in comparison to each other. It was too long of a wait for Damon, nevertheless the awkwardness, and he decided that it would be best if he would just go in for the kill.
He smashed his mouth against Graham's and his fingers grasped more tightly at other's neck, pulling him right into himself. Silence no longer met the sound of the room; it was more so the contact of lips meshing into lips, licks and tiny click noises being heard in every slight disconnection.
Graham was touching everything on Damon and was keeping him really close as they were slowly moving back to his bed. In one moment, Graham's fingers were running through Damon's messy blond locks, and then they were at his mate's sides, clinging to his t-shirt.
Soon it was at the point where Graham was sitting on the edge of Damon's bed, and Damon was on his lap, kissing him more fervently by the minute. He was no longer nibbling at Graham's lips but sucking and pulling on them. This had to be to the point where he had to tell Graham what he wanted.
"Graham," Damon groaned, pulling away for a moment.
Graham panted and nodded vaguely to his friend.
"Graham, I need you tonight, I need you all," Damon pleaded. "We've had chances. We've got another."
"Jesus, Damon, I don't know," Graham murmured, shaking his head. His chest was burning in need for air, and his heart was asking for more. It was his mind that was having conflicting moments with his heart. "Why can't I just give you a blowie?"
Damon was shaking his head. "Graham, it sounds cheesy, I know, but I want something more. I always have. Do you feel that?" Damon held a fist to his own chest, to his own heart. "You feel that in you?"
Graham's throat constricted. He felt exactly what Damon had been speaking about.
"We don't just fit well together or anything, Gra, I think we need each other," Damon explained further. "God fucking damn it; I just want to be as close as I can be with you."
Graham's brown eyes widened nervously, and avoided meeting Damon's. The blond had been with other people recently; so had Graham. What were they doing anymore? Was this just a side-story? Or was it actually going to work out?
"Every time I touch myself, I think of you," Damon said quietly, which sounded very corny to Graham. He was beginning to snigger quietly at that. Damon was touching at his neck until he felt Graham shaking from laughter, and he lightly smacked at his lover's neck. "It's true! I wouldn't lie to you about this!"
"I know you wouldn't, Dames," Graham sighed. "It's the same for me, I love you that much."
"Fuck everyone else, let's just share this moment," Damon stated. He looked on at Graham with large eyes of his own. His face was looking overall very worried as he clearly wanted Graham's acceptance. "Please, Gra. Please. I love you."
Damon touching his neck, Damon sitting on his lap, Damon talking... Graham's eyebrows pushed together and he nodded. He loved Damon more than anything in the world; except music, maybe Damon and music were pretty equal.
"I've wanted to have you take this away from me ever since you first kissed me, honest," Graham shared, moving his face against Damon's shoulder. He inhaled slowly. "I-I just want you to be gentle with me; I've never been with a boy like this ever, Damon, okay?"
Damon grinned crookedly. "Of course."
Their shirts were off in seconds, Damon once again and as eagerly before, advancing upon the little brunette like his life depended on it. His lips slid down to Graham's chin, leaving a messy mark of his saliva on the skinner boy's face. He sucked at the side of Graham's chin, removing his own spit, and the other tilted his head in the other direction, letting out a small moan.
Damon, still in Graham's lap, began brushing his right hand along Graham's chest, flicking at his nipple and teasing it between his fingers. Graham was panting quietly and kept it quiet so that he was not bothering Damon with his job.
"Ju-just..." Graham hissed between his teeth, jerking back as Damon yanked on his hard nipple. "Let me..."
Damon shushed him and slid off his lap, standing above Graham now. He was about to move Graham back onto his bed before Graham rested a firm hand on his left thigh. He instantly felt tingles throughout the entire area of his groin and smiled weakly. The younger boy was very quickly in the removal of Damon's faded jeans, and was soon curling his fingers around the boy's underwear.
Graham ecstatically grasped his hand around already hardening Damon's length, the one he had not had the pleasure of seeing in a while. By now, after knowing Damon for four years, he knew exactly how Damon wanted him to touch his member. He was in control and he loved that too much.
Working his fingers from tip to base at a slow, cruel pace, he asked Damon,
"Do you have any condoms?"
The corner of Damon's mouth was slightly pulled up in pleasure while Graham fingered his way along his dick, resulting in a slightly scrunched nose too. "Umm, no, I don't. I haven't - er... been with someone like that in a while. And what's a poor boy to do with no money to buy ‘em anyway?"
Graham was slightly uncomfortable imagining another man penetrating him without wearing some protection. Well, Damon wasn't a man, but he sure acted like one. He seemed well ahead in his years, both mentally... and very physically. His cock was definitely bigger than Graham's and he had always been really hairy in unusual places to where Graham thought was not normal. He didn't think it was possible for a mid-teen to already have hair growing on his stomach, but Damon did. He always found hair to be a big turn on though; it never mattered to him.
"Why, oh fuck, Gra," Damon moaned lowly, his eyes shutting tightly. Graham's moved his lips to Damon's half erect penis and began licking up the sides while innocently looking up at him. "...w-why would we need one? Y-you can't get, mmm, pregnant or anything. And those fuckin’ stares you're givin’ me, what's those?"
Graham laughed slightly while his tongue was taking a pain-stakingly long time to crawl up the underside of Damon's manhood. Damon was shivering everywhere, his fingers even spreading apart widely in bliss.
Damon started smiling in a half-assed manner while his eyes were half shut. He giggled to Graham's mannerisms again. "With your big brown eyes looking at me like that you look like a little gay prostitute from up here."
Graham wasn't flattered with that choice of words, but chuckled nonetheless. "You're a prick, Damon."
"And you're sucking mine like a star," Damon winked, and his conceited expression began to crack up as Graham was holding his lips around the head of Damon's cock, teasing him with that skilled tongue. "Mmmh, y-yes, Gra..." His eyes rolled back into his head when Graham took Damon further into his mouth. Damon's neck rolled back limply. "Fuck."
Graham was soon taking half of Damon in, and half of him out, fucking him with his mouth pretty quickly. This pace had Damon crying out his name in need. His hands, with nowhere else to go, were placed on the top of Graham's head, and he raked his nails throughout the clumps of Graham's hair.
"Save me... for you," Damon murmured hoarsely. "Unnnh, Gra, I - aaah, I can't."
Graham, so very slowly, pulled his lips along Damon's cock and off of the end, releasing him of all these great feelings. Graham was still looking up at him with these wide eyes as one hand was resting up at the base of Damon's cock. The blond was completely hard now, and Graham had an unbearable feeling wash over him that he needed Damon.
"Aw, Gra, that..." Damon exhaled out, and laughed. A shaky hand rose to his forehead and he wiped away at it. "That..."
"Get your lubrication, Damon," Graham smiled softly, and where he was sitting on the bed, he began to pull off his jeans and underwear included. While moving himself back onto the mattress messily moving the blankets about, he kicked his own script off of the bed. "Umm... so every time you wank you think about me?"
Damon made some peculiar noise in his throat, a noise of recognition, and embarrassment. He was blushing a tad bit while rifling through his desk drawer, naked, in front of Graham. While still searching, he reached at his own cock, and stroked the end of his head for a moment. "... yes," he finally mumbled. "You're the most arousing thing I can think of during that."
Graham tried stifling a giggle. "You can't be serious."
"You're not that little, shy Graham I used to know, prat," Damon chuckled, finally retrieving his lube from under many papers in his bottom right desk drawer. "You've come out of your shell a bit. It's nice that you can... you can sort of come out to me as yourself."
"And that's sexy to you?" Graham questioned tauntingly, eyebrow raised high.
Damon's eyes read the other's face as skeptical. "Yes, of course." He neared the bed with the small bottle, grinning. "Now c'mere, ya little bastard." Damon climbed on the bed and crawled over to Graham. With Damon’s lean arms resting over Graham while he leaned against the wall, they smiled at each other. There was something pleasing in having Damon over top of him. He just enjoyed it more than being over top of a girl.
Damon glanced down at the brunette's manhood, and noticed that he wasn't completely hard. With a smile still on Damon's face, he took Graham into his hand, and started pumping him slowly all the while leaning over him. He pushed his mouth against Graham's collar bone, the boy below moaning softly, and he pulled at the skin with a harsh nip. Graham let out a loud noise, a yelp, and clung to Damon's shoulder, hands slipping on his shoulders already.
"How are we doing this?" Damon asked in his rough voice.
Graham's head was lolling back against the wall. "I've never had a fuck with someone of the same sex."
"We can do it missionary," Damon suggested, and started kissed at Graham's skin with more need. "O-or maybe doggy."
"You can do me while against the wall, I'll sit on your lap," Graham said softly in reply, looking to Damon through scrunched eyes.
"Ohhh, fuck, that sounds perfect," Damon groaned, pushing his head along the brunette's shoulder. He released Graham after that, the brunette now entirely hard.
"Wait," Graham murmured, his eyes growing very wide. He raised a hand towards his own face and chewed at his nails. "Why don't we try missionary first? Damon, I'm sorry, I just have no idea what we're doing."
Damon was smiling to Graham at that. Maybe the brunette was a bit more innocent than he seemed, and Damon admired that trait very much. He was now touching the nervous boy's face with soft caresses.
He then laughed lightly. "Gra, you're the only boy I've ever tried to do this with, so you're not alone in it being awkward."
Graham smiled a tiny bit, just the corner of his mouth turning up a little. "Umm, okay. D-Damon... I know you've already lost... you know," he stalled, nodding his head to the blond. Damon nodded back, so he continued, "Well, I haven't. I don't know what I'm doing, I don't, and I'm so sorry-"
Damon grinned, and then knocked his mouth against Graham's pressing him very harshly into the wall. His fingers danced along down Graham's tiny arms, and to his hips while still forcing him against the wall. The blond’s mouth fought at an irregular pace, and Graham was trying to fight back for dominance.
"Lay down for me," Damon panted lovingly as he pulled back from Graham, eyes looking on at him in lust. "It doesn't matter if you've done this or not, you're so beautiful."
Graham felt the heat rise to his face and he smiled gingerly at such a comment. His hands rested up on his chest, fingers curling into small fists. It felt as though the world would be changing in this moment; maybe Graham would officially be Damon's. He certainly felt very small and he, a bit distantly, was watching Damon tug open the cap of the lube bottle.
"Have you gone to the loo yet today?" Damon asked, spreading some lube along his index finger. "Specifically speaking number two."
Graham's cheeks were no longer burning red out of Damon's modest voice, but out of embarrassment. "This relates to this how...?"
"If you getting an enema would be my fault..." Damon joked, winking to Graham.
"Umm... I did, yeah," Graham said. "After, y'know, my dinner."
Damon smiled, "Great. So we don't have to worry about getting shit on my bed."
"Shut the fuck up, Damon!" Graham hissed, narrowing his eyes maliciously. He smacked at the blond's tense arm and the other laughed at Graham. "You're disgusting, you know."
"Yeah, and hmm, I'd rather appreciate no shit on my bed, thanks for your concern, Coxon," said Damon, rolling his eyes afterward. "Now here..."
Damon moved lower while still over top of his friend, Graham unaware of what this movement was for. His face was closer now; Graham could even feel Damon's breath hitting his face. At the closer contact, he could also feel Damon's hard cock slightly brushing along his own, and he tried hard to hold back any sound. Being as silent as he could, it was then when Damon pressed his finger tip against Graham's anus.
Graham coughed, and surprisingly Damon didn't jump to the noise. He was busy keeping eye-contact with the other pair of brown eyes while his finger rubbed up and down along Graham's hole.
"D-Damon..." Graham made a noise of discomfort as Damon started pressing against it. He reached up and squeezed Damon's shoulder. "No, stop."
Damon did. He paused, his chest heaving in excitement, and his mouth open a slight bit. His brow began to furrow in worry.
"Damon, jeez, I don't know if I can do this..." Graham cried out, eyes flickering about the blond's face. He sat up a bit, and hooked his arm around the other's neck for support.
"Graham, Graham..." Damon murmured, pressing his forehead down against his mate's. "Whatever I do, I'll do it carefully. I promise I won't hurt you."
They kissed for a moment, Damon spreading his warmth to Graham. He wanted him to feel safe. This wasn't to be not enjoyed; Damon would rather not experience it at all if the feelings were not reciprocated. As Graham pulled back, he nodded a bit timidly.
"It's just... I always pictured that my first time - no offense, really - would be with some bird that I loved a lot, a lot, and we'd've been best mates, and then lived with each other for a while or something, and we'd be having kids together, you know? But, I'm with an extremely caring person that is the same sex as me and we're both teenager boys not even sure how this is going to work. And I'm being the bottom."
Damon was smiling, and he let out a soft laugh, closing his eyes. He pushed his nose against Graham's, and nuzzled him with care. "I understand. Gra, maybe some things work out differently than you're expecting. Is this all right, though? That's all I need to know."
Graham smiled weakly. "Thing is is that it's perfect..." He began blushing badly again, unable to hold back all the blood rushing to his cheeks. "I don't feel like anything is wrong. It's almost like that the story I made up in my head for my first time sounds wrong. I-I think I really, really, really want to spend it with you for sure."
"I'll be careful, then," Damon agreed. "You tell me when anything is wrong."
Graham nodded and began resting down again, enabling his body all to Damon's pleasing. It was always a bit weird of a thought to be taken advantage of - willingly, of course - in a scenario like this. Graham never pictured it before.
Damon was soon rubbing his finger up and down along Graham's rectum and he was feeling awfully wrong while it was happening, but it also felt great. The older boy started pushing against him again, the pressure growing and growing, until he felt a finger tip of Damon's slid inside of him with ease.
He raised his bottom some as Damon continued laying over top of him. He let out a funny sigh of nervousness, the foreign feeling travelling deeper inside of him. When Damon's finger was all the way in, he wiggled it about, Graham moaning lowly, and then Damon retracted it, the feeling increasing in awkwardness by the second. He literally could not understand being penetrated by another man.
"How's that feel?" Damon murmured, pushing into him again.
Graham shook his head, lips zipped tight. He didn't know what to think. The tip of Damon's finger pushed in as far as it could once more the second time, and Graham felt him brush along something very good inside of him. His dick felt tenser, and he pleaded for Damon to push in him harder.
Damon did, his right hand holding Graham's skinny hip securely and his leg finger wiggling about and in as far as he could reach in Graham. He started moaning, Damon's finger tickling the object he so desired to have touched over and over.
"Damon, holy, I n-need... you," Graham moaned, throwing his head back harshly. "I need you to fuck that silly."
Damon was grinning now. "Allow another finger, then?"
Graham nodded eagerly, glancing to Damon's mischievous eyes. With not much ease, but all right enough, Damon was able to place another finger inside of Graham. The younger boy’s eyes at that widened a bit. He was in discomfort once more. Having something pushed in that way was completely new to him. He squeaked a little, and a shaky hand rose up to touch Damon's shoulder.
"How does it feel?" Damon asked, moving slowly in and out of him, the lubrication making the movement many times easier.
Graham's nose was scrunched and he was shaking his head. "I d-don't know."
Damon waited for a moment, but started with the motion again as Graham's eyes were longing for that pleasure he was feeling moments before. It had only taken a few more moments for Graham to feel accustom to this feeling and he was clawing at Damon's shoulder as well. He was arching his back in a manner that was begging Damon push further inside of him. The blond scissored at him next, hoping to at least stretch him out a bit for the next big, life-changing step they were to take.
"D-Damon..." Graham cried. "Please..."
"I'm starting," Damon murmured, sliding his fingers right out of Graham at saying that. Graham nodded timidly, and Damon was holding the tip of his cock in anticipation, hardly withholding the insane amount of need he had to be in Graham at that moment. "All right."
Now, this could have been quite possibly the weirdest experience Graham ever had in his life. He had never felt such a hard pressure against his anus like that before, nor with realising that it was his best friend that was putting himself inside of him. His stomach felt queasy at that, so he scrunched his nose up, and held his hands more securely over Damon's neck.
A tearing sensation soon occurred the moment after Damon inserted the first bit of his head into Graham, and Graham was whimpering softly at that. It felt no good at all, and he was, at that point, wondering why gay men loved this experience so much.
Damon pushed himself along further, Graham's warm bottom encircling his dick. This was too much for him on the other hand. Graham was much tighter than any other girl he had sex with, and he was alone moaning at the tight pressure on his manhood. He cracked open his eyes a bit, and Graham, his little Graham, was being entirely quiet below him, eyes shut tight, and tears pushing out from his large, dark lashes.
"Oh, Gra," Damon said lowly, voice genuinely sounding hurt. He was shaking his head softly, and didn't move any further into Graham. "Graham."
The younger boy looked infinitely frightened as he opened his eyes, them full of tears, and his shaky hand from Damon's shoulder moved back down to his chest, curling into a little ball along with the other. He was sniffling softly, and letting out small cries occasionally.
"Talk to me," Damon said in a whisper, "Tell me what I'm doing wrong, I'll fix it."
"I-it's nothing w-with being i-i-in me... I'm just f-feeling a huge tearing s-sensation around m-my, y'know," Graham stuttered out, and let out a small hiccup after that. He was cringing at a slight movement that he himself made. "D-Damon - jeez..."
Damon was using his one hand to keep stable by pushing on the bed below above the teen boy, and his other hand brushed away his friend's tears. "We'll stop. I didn't understand-"
"No," Graham murmured, shaking his head. "Something felt g-good before, a-and I want that again. Just wait until it feels better around my b-butt."
Graham was silent as they waited, eyes closing just softly now, and his eyelashes were no longer bunching up. Damon watched his mate right beneath him, and kept touching him, soft words occasionally escaping his lips, telling him how much Graham meant to him, how beautiful he was, and how brave he was to come this far. It had honestly meant a lifetime to Damon.
Those words encouragement were enough to keep Graham going. He asked Damon to start whatever with what he was doing before, and he hoped for the best. It was painful again, but there was less of a tearing sensation. It felt a little less weird with Damon inside of him now.
Graham groaned quietly when Damon was all the inside of him. The boy below suddenly realised that Damon was deeper than he was before; he was certainly not just tickling the blissful object inside, but he was touching it fully. He started squirming, and he felt his entire body grow extremely warm. This was the perfect feeling; it had to be.
The blond was pulling back, and Graham was asking for him to push in farther again, but slowly. Damon did as he was told, bumping Graham's hotspot again. He was hissing moans out between his teeth, and he scrunched his eyes together at that insanely arousing feeling.
"Day, what's th-that..." Graham huffed out, as Damon was starting some sort of very slow pace. It was getting more enjoyable by the minute, and the stretching was no longer painful, but Graham was craving it more. "Day..."
"I don't think we were taught about it really in - aah," Damon stopped for a moan as Graham's sphincter suddenly flexed more tightly around his cock. "I-it's your prostate."
Graham was remembering back to health class in Year 6, and never understood what the point of a ‘prostate’ was. He obtained enough knowledge to know it was to do with creating semen or something, but they never spoke of the pleasure it would bear.
Damon knew what he was thinking. "They don't talk of it much because they aren't expecting boys to do this."
Graham felt a little bit hurt by that as this could damn well be the most pleasurable feeling he ever felt. He smiled a bit though, and his arms were around Damon's neck again; he was more comfortable with Damon inside of him. "They don't know what they're missing."
Damon laughed lightly, and he decided that it would be safer to pull the intercourse up a notch. Graham seemed too relaxed for his liking and Damon wanted him happy but screaming his name. He pulled out very slowly, almost all the way until the end of his veiny cock, and forced himself back in as quickly as possible. Graham cried out to that, his back arching out of shock. He was clinging to Damon's neck now, half sitting up with wide eyes, and Damon supported his back instantly with a strong hand. Hiding his face into Damon's neck, he starting moaning softly as Damon kept on going with his regular slow pace. He liked that sudden jerk. Too much.
"Damon, erm..." Graham muttered, eyes still a bit wide. "I was wondering..."
The older boy, knowing exactly what was on Graham's mind, started to pick up the pace, his own length twitching for more than just what he was going at. He was still going back a bit slowly, and coming in only a tad bit faster. Damon was breathing heavily now, his mouth open, while his face pushed against Graham's hair, running back and forth through the matted surface.
"Nhnn, Damon, fuck," Graham murmured, holding his head back more. His exposed neck was now revealed entirely to Damon, and the blond just wanted to eat him up. He started to bite at the skin, moist tongue and teeth pushing along the sticky surface. "Aahh, fuck me."
"Gra," Damon cooed back, nudging his nose back into Graham's Adam's apple.
There was something about Graham alone that was making him horny. Just how perfect his small moans were, and how his brown eyes gazed steadily back into his own. How his neck flexed a bit at any different sort of movement while he fucked him, and even when he gnawed at his own lip from every time Damon was up to his hilt inside of Graham. He wanted to fuck Graham harder.
Damon was now jerking in him rougher, and he was sure that soon he was going to come all inside of his little lover's anus. Graham was moaning out and loudly too, at a steady pace each time Damon bumped his spot. His head of his manhood rubbed eagerly against Damon's stomach, and suddenly, there was a little voice that was telling Graham that he wanted to try something different.
"Lemmefuckyou," Graham slurred together, looking back up at Damon in confidence. "Not-not in yer arse..."
Damon's eyes groggily opened, and he slowed down the pace until a complete stop. He eyed up Graham warily. "Whaddya mean?"
"Lemme sit on your lap; I'll move at my own pace," Graham suggested, hopeful that Damon would even consider the suggestion.
Damon was already on his knees, and continued peering at Graham with watchful eyes. He nodded, a look of exhaustion appearing in his eyes that was once not noticeable before.
With an arm still around Graham's back, he pulled him up into a position where he was now level with the other. His cock still nested deep within Graham's arse, and Damon kept to his knees. Graham slowly pulled one knee forward, and then the other, securely wrapped around Damon's lower half. He was now practically on top of Damon's lap, Damon's fingers pushing tightly into his hips.
"Well, you're in charge with the pace now, Gra," Damon smiled gingerly. "Have a go."
With the support of Damon's lap under his bum, plus the added strength of his knees and shins resting on the mattress below, he rested his hands securely on Damon's shoulders. It was after then when he started slowly moving his lower half up and down to take Damon up and down throughout his bottom. He was moving at the same pace as Damon before, somewhat of a normal thing, and he was very careful to make sure Damon's cock hit all the way up inside of him before easing back away again.
Damon was breathing heavily again, his mouth open and looking for air. His hands caressed along Graham's sides, searching his skin and feeling along the curves. He was groaning lowly, and allowed his tongue to lick along his lips numerous times before moving his mouth to Graham's chest, messily kissing the surface. He continued to make guttural noises as he pushed his mouth along Graham's sweaty chest.
It was Graham whom was speaking louder. He seemed to have his own sort of language or tongue while bouncing up and down on Damon's lap. If there had been anyone else home, his moans would have been heard throughout the entire household.
Graham rested down on Damon's lap for a moment, allowing Damon to be entirely inside of him, and he slowly moved about, angling the end of Damon's cock to bump against his prostate, roll off it, and then push against it again. He kept rolling his hips so that he was being touched in his hotspot over and over again, while Damon bit at his skin. Graham was beginning to shake, nearing his climax faster than he thought he was. There was something far sexier about Damon's dick pushing along his spot rather than just having a blow job or something.
Being pulled tightly to the other stopped Graham from keeping Damon's dick inside of him. Both boys’ chests were now pushing against each other and their noses were almost touching as Graham started fucking Damon normally again. The blond urged the other to fuck him faster and deeper, so he did, resulting in Damon crying out Graham's name, which he had never said anyone's name that loudly during sex before.
"F-fuck you, Graham," Damon's mouth swore loosely. "This is what, mmmh, it must feel like to be a fuckin’ god. Zeus being pleasured while fucking like a rabbit. Fuck your messenger business."
Graham laughed hoarsely and released Damon's shoulders to run his hands up and down the blond's neck, and then through his damp, blond hair. He still was bouncing his bum up and down very harshly, making Damon so euphoric that he was beginning to shake his head in the amount of pleasure rushing throughout his entire cock.
"‘Fuck your messenger b-business’?" Graham asked back. "I'll just fuck my boss, then, everyday. Sit on his - ohhh, jeez - his-his lap like this, all the time, and fuck him silly."
Damon raised his eyebrows, intrigued by the words murmured from Graham. "My, dirty, dirty," Damon taunted with a smile. His cock was now twitching more eagerly while inside of Graham, and he could tell that he wanted to come soon, but if talking slowed that down, he'd sure as Hell talk more because this was too fucking good. "Hermes, you've grown to be such a potty-mouth."
"Jesus, Damon, shut the Hell up, they're honestly father and son," Graham laughed, and then tried to push his mouth into Damon's for a kiss, but missed as he was bouncing too much to properly snog him.
"This is what it must feel like to be a god though," Damon said distantly, seeing stars in his eyes. The feeling in his cock was getting too much to stand; if Graham didn't come soon, he'd be soft in his arse and that wouldn't be fair at all. "Ram me deeper, Graham, Jesus."
Graham leaned back a bit, arms securely around the blond's neck, and he angled Damon's length once again more properly in his anus so that he could hit that spot directly on. He had Damon exactly in position so that he was ramming right into that great feeling again.
Graham was soon shaking from exhaustion. His arms were weak from leaning back off of Damon, and his thighs were burning from all of his weight being mounted on them with every push and pull upwards or downwards. Biting his lips, he felt his own dick surely filled from head to base in bliss as it rubbed along Damon's stomach.
"Don't slow down, fuck, I'm so close," Damon whimpered, shaking his head while he pushed it against Graham's shoulder. He started helping Graham a bit more by holding his hips steadier, and raising and dropping him need be. He was even jerking upwards occasionally, though it was awkward on his knees to assist in Graham.
Damon's cock felt like it was suddenly going deeper than it was before. Graham concentrated on exactly how his cock was shoving in and out of his tight hole, how his veins were pulsing in wanted release, and how his head bumped against his prostate. Graham moaned louder and louder at each push, and finally until he was telling Damon how far along he was.
"I'm gonna c-come!" Graham shouted to Damon. "I'm gonna come, Damon! Ugh, I just love how f-fucking deep you feel inside o-of me."
Damon was nodding and started bucking his hips more along in unison with Graham's movements. "Talk more Graham. Talk to me."
Graham couldn't stop shaking his head, lips vibrating from every feeling just rushing to his dick and bottom. He couldn't feel anything else while he bounced furiously fast on Damon's lap. "Come in my little arse, Damon. Please, please fill me, I want all of you. Please, please, please. Ohh, fuck! I'm fucking coming!"
The brunette brought himself down so harshly onto Damon's lap, and the blond bucked back into him, pushing against his spot so roughly that his cock felt like it exploded after that. Graham called Damon's name many times while he came all over the blond's stomach, dirtying him up far worse than just sweat.
Graham was just mumbling to Damon after, barely sitting up while his arms were beginning to slip from his friend's shoulders. Damon kept fucking him while below inside, holding his hips firmly while bringing him up and down onto himself.
"Gra, oh Hell, Gra..." Damon murmured lowly, and pushed one last time deeply into Graham's rectum, his cock finally expelling a large amount of seed inside of his friend. He felt his own semen surround his cock while it rested limply inside of Graham.
The younger boy was instantly taking the form of being a rag doll, leaning heavily into Damon's shoulder as he kept to sitting on his lap. His arms, ferociously shaking, dangled over Damon's back as if he was dead. He raised his bottom a bit, the older teenager's limp length sliding out of his anus, and he rested back down on Damon's lap. He felt Damon's seed beginning to pour out of his anus, and he moaned lowly into his friend's ear at that.
After leaning into Damon for only a few moments more, the brunette began shaking more fervently, and the older boy gently brought him down onto the bed. Damon followed him shortly after, laying down at his side, keeping extremely close.
Graham was quiet, and he was thinking about things, clearly, as Damon could right away tell. The blond leaned on his side, and he watched his mate's face with careful blue eyes.
Graham finally turned his head to look at Damon, and he was smiling, but something looked off in his eyes. "Can you let me know when we've gotten distant, please? It's been off recently, I know, and you must know what I'm feeling too, and I just want to know if you ever feel like spending time with me more, because I'd love to spend more time with you again like the old times."
Damon didn't look shocked at that comment. He was used to this by now as Graham rarely did voice his opinion, but when he did, the younger boy clearly had many points tucked away in his elaborate mind. Damon never even asked what could have possibly happened to Graham to have him being so quiet about these issues, but maybe he was just looking for a bit of reassurance in this moment. Damon didn't fully know.
With his hand that was resting under his head, he suddenly moved it closer to Graham's head, and began twirling some of his shiny dark locks between his fingers. Graham reached up with his left hand, and held the hand of Damon's that he had been teasing his hair. They squeezed each other simultaneously, soon sharing tiny smiles with each other. There was something more in this friendship that they were in, and it felt like something that would last for a lifetime, rather than the people either Graham or Damon had even been spending time with other than each other.
"Yes," Damon finally whispered to Graham, bringing his face closer to the other's. He brushed his nose up against Graham's and sighed. "Yes, I'll let you know. And I want to apologise for how busy I've been-"
Graham was shaking his head. "No. It's fifty-fifty, you know? I've been busy too. Dad's having me work harder on stuff and such since it's my second last year at Stanway."
Damon smiled at that, nodded, and took his one arm at his own side to touch Graham's hair. He brushed his hand through the brunette's short hair, and soon was smiling wider while Graham looked on at him innocently. Their connected hands still lay up beside each other's faces.
"Your last year at Stanway, hmm?" Graham commented lightly, and he sniffled softly to that. "Your last play at Stanway."
Damon grinned crookedly, and shook his head up and down. His hair ruffled even more badly at the friction on the mattress. "And I'm playing the almighty God of Lightning, Zeus. I've gotten a bit of a hole in my heart at thinking about graduating. You think Zeus would be that weak?"
"You can't compare yourself to a god, Damon," Graham giggled. "Plus, you're a helluva lot more beautiful than he is. And you've got no ugly beard."
Damon was chuckling at Graham now. He brought Graham's hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it. He raised his eyebrows twice in a sensual manner, adding softly, "And Graham, you in no way can compare to Zeus’ messenger boy. You've got the most persistent and entertaining personality. And you fucked me like an animal."
Graham was snorting and then laughing pretty hard at Damon's words. "Hah, maybe you are a god! When you say things like that I want to have sex with you all over again!"
The blond's mouth pulled up into a tiny smirk and he winked at Graham. "I'm a flirt; I can't help but fluster you. It's my god-like tendencies, y'see?"
"Mmmh," the smaller boy murmured, trying to hold back more laughter. He tucked himself right into Damon, also hiding his face under the other's chin. "Maybe you are actually Zeus, or an even more powerful, gorgeous, brilliant god and don't even know it, Damon."
X-Posted: Gramon and blurslash
Author: fuzzybuni
Pairing: Damon/Graham
Rating: R (Just straight up sex, yo.)
Era: May 1984
Wordcount: 8,087
Disclaimer: Don't own Damon Albarn or Graham Coxon!
Synopsis: The boys are practicing for the new play they both happened to get parts in and, well, acting for a play within a bedroom eventually leads into foreplay.
Notes: Big kudos to my friend, ladynuwanda, because she started this idea for me with the boys' acting turning into... well, something a little more. ;) This is a birthday present for my friend lizzyberry. I hope you enjoy. ;D
Papers rustled in Damon's hand while he bounced in place. The sixteen year old's brow was furrowed in deep thought as he stared at the page upon the rest. Eyes skimmed line after line until his eyes left from the page, gazing upward and at another face of a boy roughly a year younger than him. A smile, which slowly turned into a large grin, spread across his face.
The other boy was doing the same as what he was just doing seconds before. Papers, all of them formally known as a legitimate script, were held tightly in the younger teenager's hand; his other hand rested on his chin as he read along carefully. His large brown eyes treaded through the mountain of lines slowly, and his hip jutted out a slight bit, supporting one leg more than the other. He flicked a hand through his short dark brown bangs, and he held at his chin again soon after.
When he had finally finished, the tinier boy's eyes met Damon's. They shared a good smile with each other and Damon smirked after.
"So," the blond started, "How do you like the script? Especially the scene with the messenger and the god?"
The other smiled in a way that he understood what Damon was meaning. "It's great, Day. And now you want to test it out, correct?"
"Damn fuckin’ right I do, Graham!" Damon shouted, bounding toward his friend elatedly. He was bouncing in the spot once more, and while papers still jumbled about in his hand, he grabbed both of his mate's shoulders tightly, shaking him. "I've got the best damn role in the play and you've got the best minor role anyone could ever ask for! Jeez, I still can't thank ya enough for trying out, seriously, ta!"
Graham laughed weakly at Damon when he pulled away. He scratched at the back of his head and said softly, "I'm glad you made me; this may help a bit with my stage fright."
Damon grinned at him enthusiastically and slapped him on the shoulder before moving back again, glancing to the script once more. "Give our scene a go?"
Graham nodded silently, and the play within the room began. Damon was soon on his bed speaking in a loud, terrifying voice. He was also kicking off his blankets rather dramatically. All the meanwhile, Graham was standing below him trying to stifle giggles.
"How dare you insult the great Zeus, Hermes!" Damon was hissing, his nose scrunching up while feigning anger. "It was said to my son that he would deliver the message to Hades!"
Graham, also putting on a great façade for his character, answered back dramatically, "But father! He said that he wanted me to come back later on in the evening! He would not allow me into the Underworld!" Graham, or so to say, Hermes, was shaking his hands up at the pretend God of Lightning.
Damon leapt down from his mattress and landed with a loud thump in front of Graham. The younger one flinched, unintentionally, but it also did fit the part, he found.
"Why do you defy your own flesh and blood, son?" Damon snarled, moving very close to Graham's face. He reached at the brunette's arm and pulled him even closer, their chest ramming into each other's. "Why?"
Graham felt it hard to breathe. His chest was heaving in discomfort, and he replied meekly, "I t-try not to, father. It's something I've tried to avoid for years."
Damon then pretended (or what it seemed like to Graham) to look genuinely insane. He threatened his own ‘son’ with a quick head movement forward, and Graham cringed in fright. Damon's mouth lingered awful close to Graham's. They were still acting, and Graham was supposed to continue along; he didn't want to ruin the scene with the sudden urge to kiss him.
He swallowed, and murmured, "Damon, you take acting too seriously."
It was then that Damon pulled back from the other and burst out laughing. He pointed at Graham, and held his stomach. His eyes closed tightly throughout the laughter and Graham started laughing along with him, leaning back. He rested a hand on his forehead while trying to hold back the tears.
Damon suddenly pulled himself together, and leaned back toward Graham's face, holding an extremely serious face. "What is said is said, my dearest Hermes. Now, please, before another moment passes..." He paused for dramatic effect, gazing off at the ceiling over Graham's shoulder. "... deliver the message to my brother quickly! Make haste!"
Graham glanced at his script and said, "Ummm... there's no more for me until a scene or so later."
"So you're to depart." Damon smiled, still leaning very close to Graham's face. He suddenly looked shocked, whilst reading his own papers. "Mine says something different for you!"
Graham out of nowhere looked worried, and he read over that part of the script many more times. Damon then whizzed by him, heading to his desk under the window. He snatched a pencil out of a box on the desk and began scribbling down words on his page. Graham had one eyebrow raised in question, and Damon was finished an odd few moments later.
He was then standing straight again and was reading the script, or what looked like he was. "Hermes, how long have you been working for me under my orders?"
Graham's mouth fell open and his eyebrows pulled together. He had no idea what to say back; this was not in this scene, let alone the act or the entire play. He muttered out some incoherent words until fully replying, playing along, "Uh... many years, sir, why do you ask me of this?"
"I just wanted to know how much you actually care for your own father," Damon whispered lowly, his eyebrows pushing together in what looked like true distress. He was moving closer in a broken manner. "Even though I've treated you like some dirty human all these years... Answer, please, son!"
Graham was shaking his head. What was playing in Damon's head? What was he pulling? This was absurd! He knew that Damon was a little bit crazy, but this was just plain weird! He bit at his lips, looking away from his blond mate, and back in a delayed moment or two.
Graham decided that whatever this was, he'd still play along. He looked on at ‘Zeus’ in mock shock. "Father, why do you doubt my feelings for you? I love you! I love you so much!" Graham rested his hands on his chest, papers crinkling loudly, and he looked on at Damon sadly.
Damon began smiling, eyes gazing down at the paper for a moment. They were as close as they were a few minutes before when Zeus was really mad with his son. This was no longer the god and his son anymore; this had to have been Graham and Damon.
"I-it says we're supposed to kiss," Damon murmured, looking on at Graham with wide, glossy eyes.
"‘Kiss’? Damon, lemme see that script, they're father and son, you git!" Graham snapped looking on at Damon.
He was in no mood to be fooling around, though with Damon this close the feeling was becoming overwhelming. His character was supposed to be frightened of his father, not in whatever situation was going on with teenagers out of nowhere.
Graham dropped his own papers on the bed nearby, and snatched the papers from Damon's hand, turning the script around. He skimmed along the page, and finally noticed Damon's neatly scrawled, but faint, notes in the middle of the page. They were pointing to the place exactly where they had perfectly ended their scene, and it said:
"Cont.
Improvisation.
And then manage to kiss Gra because he is the most beautiful person you've ever met. And tell him you love him a lot too."
Graham suddenly made a weird noise in his throat as he was no longer taking air in or out. He had kissed Damon plenty of times, Hell, they had even gone further than that before, but this was a little much for Graham as they'd been extremely busy recently. There had been no time to hang out. The relationship between both of them was at a stand-still; hanging out with girls, doing school work, and occasionally talking if they had the chance was what their life was full of right now. Graham had never felt that strongly about Damon as of recent.
The papers were suddenly pulled down from being in front of his face, and Damon stood behind them, smile sitting on his dark pink lips. The blond dropped the stapled sheets to the hardwood floor. He reached out to Graham and rested his warm hands on both sides of Graham's neck, his pinky fingers stroking along the material of his mate's collar. He pulled Graham closer and the brunette just allowed it. Graham wanted this again. He had wanted this for so long again.
The blond was leaning in closer and closer until their lips were just a finger space away. Graham then opened his mouth and said sourly, "I thought that bird was interested in you."
Damon scoffed, also rolling his eyes. "I thought the other was interested in you. Jesus, Graham, don't do this, you know they will never be as important as you."
There were no more spoken words shared between the two teens and the air about was tense, even at the close proximity of both bodies in comparison to each other. It was too long of a wait for Damon, nevertheless the awkwardness, and he decided that it would be best if he would just go in for the kill.
He smashed his mouth against Graham's and his fingers grasped more tightly at other's neck, pulling him right into himself. Silence no longer met the sound of the room; it was more so the contact of lips meshing into lips, licks and tiny click noises being heard in every slight disconnection.
Graham was touching everything on Damon and was keeping him really close as they were slowly moving back to his bed. In one moment, Graham's fingers were running through Damon's messy blond locks, and then they were at his mate's sides, clinging to his t-shirt.
Soon it was at the point where Graham was sitting on the edge of Damon's bed, and Damon was on his lap, kissing him more fervently by the minute. He was no longer nibbling at Graham's lips but sucking and pulling on them. This had to be to the point where he had to tell Graham what he wanted.
"Graham," Damon groaned, pulling away for a moment.
Graham panted and nodded vaguely to his friend.
"Graham, I need you tonight, I need you all," Damon pleaded. "We've had chances. We've got another."
"Jesus, Damon, I don't know," Graham murmured, shaking his head. His chest was burning in need for air, and his heart was asking for more. It was his mind that was having conflicting moments with his heart. "Why can't I just give you a blowie?"
Damon was shaking his head. "Graham, it sounds cheesy, I know, but I want something more. I always have. Do you feel that?" Damon held a fist to his own chest, to his own heart. "You feel that in you?"
Graham's throat constricted. He felt exactly what Damon had been speaking about.
"We don't just fit well together or anything, Gra, I think we need each other," Damon explained further. "God fucking damn it; I just want to be as close as I can be with you."
Graham's brown eyes widened nervously, and avoided meeting Damon's. The blond had been with other people recently; so had Graham. What were they doing anymore? Was this just a side-story? Or was it actually going to work out?
"Every time I touch myself, I think of you," Damon said quietly, which sounded very corny to Graham. He was beginning to snigger quietly at that. Damon was touching at his neck until he felt Graham shaking from laughter, and he lightly smacked at his lover's neck. "It's true! I wouldn't lie to you about this!"
"I know you wouldn't, Dames," Graham sighed. "It's the same for me, I love you that much."
"Fuck everyone else, let's just share this moment," Damon stated. He looked on at Graham with large eyes of his own. His face was looking overall very worried as he clearly wanted Graham's acceptance. "Please, Gra. Please. I love you."
Damon touching his neck, Damon sitting on his lap, Damon talking... Graham's eyebrows pushed together and he nodded. He loved Damon more than anything in the world; except music, maybe Damon and music were pretty equal.
"I've wanted to have you take this away from me ever since you first kissed me, honest," Graham shared, moving his face against Damon's shoulder. He inhaled slowly. "I-I just want you to be gentle with me; I've never been with a boy like this ever, Damon, okay?"
Damon grinned crookedly. "Of course."
Their shirts were off in seconds, Damon once again and as eagerly before, advancing upon the little brunette like his life depended on it. His lips slid down to Graham's chin, leaving a messy mark of his saliva on the skinner boy's face. He sucked at the side of Graham's chin, removing his own spit, and the other tilted his head in the other direction, letting out a small moan.
Damon, still in Graham's lap, began brushing his right hand along Graham's chest, flicking at his nipple and teasing it between his fingers. Graham was panting quietly and kept it quiet so that he was not bothering Damon with his job.
"Ju-just..." Graham hissed between his teeth, jerking back as Damon yanked on his hard nipple. "Let me..."
Damon shushed him and slid off his lap, standing above Graham now. He was about to move Graham back onto his bed before Graham rested a firm hand on his left thigh. He instantly felt tingles throughout the entire area of his groin and smiled weakly. The younger boy was very quickly in the removal of Damon's faded jeans, and was soon curling his fingers around the boy's underwear.
Graham ecstatically grasped his hand around already hardening Damon's length, the one he had not had the pleasure of seeing in a while. By now, after knowing Damon for four years, he knew exactly how Damon wanted him to touch his member. He was in control and he loved that too much.
Working his fingers from tip to base at a slow, cruel pace, he asked Damon,
"Do you have any condoms?"
The corner of Damon's mouth was slightly pulled up in pleasure while Graham fingered his way along his dick, resulting in a slightly scrunched nose too. "Umm, no, I don't. I haven't - er... been with someone like that in a while. And what's a poor boy to do with no money to buy ‘em anyway?"
Graham was slightly uncomfortable imagining another man penetrating him without wearing some protection. Well, Damon wasn't a man, but he sure acted like one. He seemed well ahead in his years, both mentally... and very physically. His cock was definitely bigger than Graham's and he had always been really hairy in unusual places to where Graham thought was not normal. He didn't think it was possible for a mid-teen to already have hair growing on his stomach, but Damon did. He always found hair to be a big turn on though; it never mattered to him.
"Why, oh fuck, Gra," Damon moaned lowly, his eyes shutting tightly. Graham's moved his lips to Damon's half erect penis and began licking up the sides while innocently looking up at him. "...w-why would we need one? Y-you can't get, mmm, pregnant or anything. And those fuckin’ stares you're givin’ me, what's those?"
Graham laughed slightly while his tongue was taking a pain-stakingly long time to crawl up the underside of Damon's manhood. Damon was shivering everywhere, his fingers even spreading apart widely in bliss.
Damon started smiling in a half-assed manner while his eyes were half shut. He giggled to Graham's mannerisms again. "With your big brown eyes looking at me like that you look like a little gay prostitute from up here."
Graham wasn't flattered with that choice of words, but chuckled nonetheless. "You're a prick, Damon."
"And you're sucking mine like a star," Damon winked, and his conceited expression began to crack up as Graham was holding his lips around the head of Damon's cock, teasing him with that skilled tongue. "Mmmh, y-yes, Gra..." His eyes rolled back into his head when Graham took Damon further into his mouth. Damon's neck rolled back limply. "Fuck."
Graham was soon taking half of Damon in, and half of him out, fucking him with his mouth pretty quickly. This pace had Damon crying out his name in need. His hands, with nowhere else to go, were placed on the top of Graham's head, and he raked his nails throughout the clumps of Graham's hair.
"Save me... for you," Damon murmured hoarsely. "Unnnh, Gra, I - aaah, I can't."
Graham, so very slowly, pulled his lips along Damon's cock and off of the end, releasing him of all these great feelings. Graham was still looking up at him with these wide eyes as one hand was resting up at the base of Damon's cock. The blond was completely hard now, and Graham had an unbearable feeling wash over him that he needed Damon.
"Aw, Gra, that..." Damon exhaled out, and laughed. A shaky hand rose to his forehead and he wiped away at it. "That..."
"Get your lubrication, Damon," Graham smiled softly, and where he was sitting on the bed, he began to pull off his jeans and underwear included. While moving himself back onto the mattress messily moving the blankets about, he kicked his own script off of the bed. "Umm... so every time you wank you think about me?"
Damon made some peculiar noise in his throat, a noise of recognition, and embarrassment. He was blushing a tad bit while rifling through his desk drawer, naked, in front of Graham. While still searching, he reached at his own cock, and stroked the end of his head for a moment. "... yes," he finally mumbled. "You're the most arousing thing I can think of during that."
Graham tried stifling a giggle. "You can't be serious."
"You're not that little, shy Graham I used to know, prat," Damon chuckled, finally retrieving his lube from under many papers in his bottom right desk drawer. "You've come out of your shell a bit. It's nice that you can... you can sort of come out to me as yourself."
"And that's sexy to you?" Graham questioned tauntingly, eyebrow raised high.
Damon's eyes read the other's face as skeptical. "Yes, of course." He neared the bed with the small bottle, grinning. "Now c'mere, ya little bastard." Damon climbed on the bed and crawled over to Graham. With Damon’s lean arms resting over Graham while he leaned against the wall, they smiled at each other. There was something pleasing in having Damon over top of him. He just enjoyed it more than being over top of a girl.
Damon glanced down at the brunette's manhood, and noticed that he wasn't completely hard. With a smile still on Damon's face, he took Graham into his hand, and started pumping him slowly all the while leaning over him. He pushed his mouth against Graham's collar bone, the boy below moaning softly, and he pulled at the skin with a harsh nip. Graham let out a loud noise, a yelp, and clung to Damon's shoulder, hands slipping on his shoulders already.
"How are we doing this?" Damon asked in his rough voice.
Graham's head was lolling back against the wall. "I've never had a fuck with someone of the same sex."
"We can do it missionary," Damon suggested, and started kissed at Graham's skin with more need. "O-or maybe doggy."
"You can do me while against the wall, I'll sit on your lap," Graham said softly in reply, looking to Damon through scrunched eyes.
"Ohhh, fuck, that sounds perfect," Damon groaned, pushing his head along the brunette's shoulder. He released Graham after that, the brunette now entirely hard.
"Wait," Graham murmured, his eyes growing very wide. He raised a hand towards his own face and chewed at his nails. "Why don't we try missionary first? Damon, I'm sorry, I just have no idea what we're doing."
Damon was smiling to Graham at that. Maybe the brunette was a bit more innocent than he seemed, and Damon admired that trait very much. He was now touching the nervous boy's face with soft caresses.
He then laughed lightly. "Gra, you're the only boy I've ever tried to do this with, so you're not alone in it being awkward."
Graham smiled a tiny bit, just the corner of his mouth turning up a little. "Umm, okay. D-Damon... I know you've already lost... you know," he stalled, nodding his head to the blond. Damon nodded back, so he continued, "Well, I haven't. I don't know what I'm doing, I don't, and I'm so sorry-"
Damon grinned, and then knocked his mouth against Graham's pressing him very harshly into the wall. His fingers danced along down Graham's tiny arms, and to his hips while still forcing him against the wall. The blond’s mouth fought at an irregular pace, and Graham was trying to fight back for dominance.
"Lay down for me," Damon panted lovingly as he pulled back from Graham, eyes looking on at him in lust. "It doesn't matter if you've done this or not, you're so beautiful."
Graham felt the heat rise to his face and he smiled gingerly at such a comment. His hands rested up on his chest, fingers curling into small fists. It felt as though the world would be changing in this moment; maybe Graham would officially be Damon's. He certainly felt very small and he, a bit distantly, was watching Damon tug open the cap of the lube bottle.
"Have you gone to the loo yet today?" Damon asked, spreading some lube along his index finger. "Specifically speaking number two."
Graham's cheeks were no longer burning red out of Damon's modest voice, but out of embarrassment. "This relates to this how...?"
"If you getting an enema would be my fault..." Damon joked, winking to Graham.
"Umm... I did, yeah," Graham said. "After, y'know, my dinner."
Damon smiled, "Great. So we don't have to worry about getting shit on my bed."
"Shut the fuck up, Damon!" Graham hissed, narrowing his eyes maliciously. He smacked at the blond's tense arm and the other laughed at Graham. "You're disgusting, you know."
"Yeah, and hmm, I'd rather appreciate no shit on my bed, thanks for your concern, Coxon," said Damon, rolling his eyes afterward. "Now here..."
Damon moved lower while still over top of his friend, Graham unaware of what this movement was for. His face was closer now; Graham could even feel Damon's breath hitting his face. At the closer contact, he could also feel Damon's hard cock slightly brushing along his own, and he tried hard to hold back any sound. Being as silent as he could, it was then when Damon pressed his finger tip against Graham's anus.
Graham coughed, and surprisingly Damon didn't jump to the noise. He was busy keeping eye-contact with the other pair of brown eyes while his finger rubbed up and down along Graham's hole.
"D-Damon..." Graham made a noise of discomfort as Damon started pressing against it. He reached up and squeezed Damon's shoulder. "No, stop."
Damon did. He paused, his chest heaving in excitement, and his mouth open a slight bit. His brow began to furrow in worry.
"Damon, jeez, I don't know if I can do this..." Graham cried out, eyes flickering about the blond's face. He sat up a bit, and hooked his arm around the other's neck for support.
"Graham, Graham..." Damon murmured, pressing his forehead down against his mate's. "Whatever I do, I'll do it carefully. I promise I won't hurt you."
They kissed for a moment, Damon spreading his warmth to Graham. He wanted him to feel safe. This wasn't to be not enjoyed; Damon would rather not experience it at all if the feelings were not reciprocated. As Graham pulled back, he nodded a bit timidly.
"It's just... I always pictured that my first time - no offense, really - would be with some bird that I loved a lot, a lot, and we'd've been best mates, and then lived with each other for a while or something, and we'd be having kids together, you know? But, I'm with an extremely caring person that is the same sex as me and we're both teenager boys not even sure how this is going to work. And I'm being the bottom."
Damon was smiling, and he let out a soft laugh, closing his eyes. He pushed his nose against Graham's, and nuzzled him with care. "I understand. Gra, maybe some things work out differently than you're expecting. Is this all right, though? That's all I need to know."
Graham smiled weakly. "Thing is is that it's perfect..." He began blushing badly again, unable to hold back all the blood rushing to his cheeks. "I don't feel like anything is wrong. It's almost like that the story I made up in my head for my first time sounds wrong. I-I think I really, really, really want to spend it with you for sure."
"I'll be careful, then," Damon agreed. "You tell me when anything is wrong."
Graham nodded and began resting down again, enabling his body all to Damon's pleasing. It was always a bit weird of a thought to be taken advantage of - willingly, of course - in a scenario like this. Graham never pictured it before.
Damon was soon rubbing his finger up and down along Graham's rectum and he was feeling awfully wrong while it was happening, but it also felt great. The older boy started pushing against him again, the pressure growing and growing, until he felt a finger tip of Damon's slid inside of him with ease.
He raised his bottom some as Damon continued laying over top of him. He let out a funny sigh of nervousness, the foreign feeling travelling deeper inside of him. When Damon's finger was all the way in, he wiggled it about, Graham moaning lowly, and then Damon retracted it, the feeling increasing in awkwardness by the second. He literally could not understand being penetrated by another man.
"How's that feel?" Damon murmured, pushing into him again.
Graham shook his head, lips zipped tight. He didn't know what to think. The tip of Damon's finger pushed in as far as it could once more the second time, and Graham felt him brush along something very good inside of him. His dick felt tenser, and he pleaded for Damon to push in him harder.
Damon did, his right hand holding Graham's skinny hip securely and his leg finger wiggling about and in as far as he could reach in Graham. He started moaning, Damon's finger tickling the object he so desired to have touched over and over.
"Damon, holy, I n-need... you," Graham moaned, throwing his head back harshly. "I need you to fuck that silly."
Damon was grinning now. "Allow another finger, then?"
Graham nodded eagerly, glancing to Damon's mischievous eyes. With not much ease, but all right enough, Damon was able to place another finger inside of Graham. The younger boy’s eyes at that widened a bit. He was in discomfort once more. Having something pushed in that way was completely new to him. He squeaked a little, and a shaky hand rose up to touch Damon's shoulder.
"How does it feel?" Damon asked, moving slowly in and out of him, the lubrication making the movement many times easier.
Graham's nose was scrunched and he was shaking his head. "I d-don't know."
Damon waited for a moment, but started with the motion again as Graham's eyes were longing for that pleasure he was feeling moments before. It had only taken a few more moments for Graham to feel accustom to this feeling and he was clawing at Damon's shoulder as well. He was arching his back in a manner that was begging Damon push further inside of him. The blond scissored at him next, hoping to at least stretch him out a bit for the next big, life-changing step they were to take.
"D-Damon..." Graham cried. "Please..."
"I'm starting," Damon murmured, sliding his fingers right out of Graham at saying that. Graham nodded timidly, and Damon was holding the tip of his cock in anticipation, hardly withholding the insane amount of need he had to be in Graham at that moment. "All right."
Now, this could have been quite possibly the weirdest experience Graham ever had in his life. He had never felt such a hard pressure against his anus like that before, nor with realising that it was his best friend that was putting himself inside of him. His stomach felt queasy at that, so he scrunched his nose up, and held his hands more securely over Damon's neck.
A tearing sensation soon occurred the moment after Damon inserted the first bit of his head into Graham, and Graham was whimpering softly at that. It felt no good at all, and he was, at that point, wondering why gay men loved this experience so much.
Damon pushed himself along further, Graham's warm bottom encircling his dick. This was too much for him on the other hand. Graham was much tighter than any other girl he had sex with, and he was alone moaning at the tight pressure on his manhood. He cracked open his eyes a bit, and Graham, his little Graham, was being entirely quiet below him, eyes shut tight, and tears pushing out from his large, dark lashes.
"Oh, Gra," Damon said lowly, voice genuinely sounding hurt. He was shaking his head softly, and didn't move any further into Graham. "Graham."
The younger boy looked infinitely frightened as he opened his eyes, them full of tears, and his shaky hand from Damon's shoulder moved back down to his chest, curling into a little ball along with the other. He was sniffling softly, and letting out small cries occasionally.
"Talk to me," Damon said in a whisper, "Tell me what I'm doing wrong, I'll fix it."
"I-it's nothing w-with being i-i-in me... I'm just f-feeling a huge tearing s-sensation around m-my, y'know," Graham stuttered out, and let out a small hiccup after that. He was cringing at a slight movement that he himself made. "D-Damon - jeez..."
Damon was using his one hand to keep stable by pushing on the bed below above the teen boy, and his other hand brushed away his friend's tears. "We'll stop. I didn't understand-"
"No," Graham murmured, shaking his head. "Something felt g-good before, a-and I want that again. Just wait until it feels better around my b-butt."
Graham was silent as they waited, eyes closing just softly now, and his eyelashes were no longer bunching up. Damon watched his mate right beneath him, and kept touching him, soft words occasionally escaping his lips, telling him how much Graham meant to him, how beautiful he was, and how brave he was to come this far. It had honestly meant a lifetime to Damon.
Those words encouragement were enough to keep Graham going. He asked Damon to start whatever with what he was doing before, and he hoped for the best. It was painful again, but there was less of a tearing sensation. It felt a little less weird with Damon inside of him now.
Graham groaned quietly when Damon was all the inside of him. The boy below suddenly realised that Damon was deeper than he was before; he was certainly not just tickling the blissful object inside, but he was touching it fully. He started squirming, and he felt his entire body grow extremely warm. This was the perfect feeling; it had to be.
The blond was pulling back, and Graham was asking for him to push in farther again, but slowly. Damon did as he was told, bumping Graham's hotspot again. He was hissing moans out between his teeth, and he scrunched his eyes together at that insanely arousing feeling.
"Day, what's th-that..." Graham huffed out, as Damon was starting some sort of very slow pace. It was getting more enjoyable by the minute, and the stretching was no longer painful, but Graham was craving it more. "Day..."
"I don't think we were taught about it really in - aah," Damon stopped for a moan as Graham's sphincter suddenly flexed more tightly around his cock. "I-it's your prostate."
Graham was remembering back to health class in Year 6, and never understood what the point of a ‘prostate’ was. He obtained enough knowledge to know it was to do with creating semen or something, but they never spoke of the pleasure it would bear.
Damon knew what he was thinking. "They don't talk of it much because they aren't expecting boys to do this."
Graham felt a little bit hurt by that as this could damn well be the most pleasurable feeling he ever felt. He smiled a bit though, and his arms were around Damon's neck again; he was more comfortable with Damon inside of him. "They don't know what they're missing."
Damon laughed lightly, and he decided that it would be safer to pull the intercourse up a notch. Graham seemed too relaxed for his liking and Damon wanted him happy but screaming his name. He pulled out very slowly, almost all the way until the end of his veiny cock, and forced himself back in as quickly as possible. Graham cried out to that, his back arching out of shock. He was clinging to Damon's neck now, half sitting up with wide eyes, and Damon supported his back instantly with a strong hand. Hiding his face into Damon's neck, he starting moaning softly as Damon kept on going with his regular slow pace. He liked that sudden jerk. Too much.
"Damon, erm..." Graham muttered, eyes still a bit wide. "I was wondering..."
The older boy, knowing exactly what was on Graham's mind, started to pick up the pace, his own length twitching for more than just what he was going at. He was still going back a bit slowly, and coming in only a tad bit faster. Damon was breathing heavily now, his mouth open, while his face pushed against Graham's hair, running back and forth through the matted surface.
"Nhnn, Damon, fuck," Graham murmured, holding his head back more. His exposed neck was now revealed entirely to Damon, and the blond just wanted to eat him up. He started to bite at the skin, moist tongue and teeth pushing along the sticky surface. "Aahh, fuck me."
"Gra," Damon cooed back, nudging his nose back into Graham's Adam's apple.
There was something about Graham alone that was making him horny. Just how perfect his small moans were, and how his brown eyes gazed steadily back into his own. How his neck flexed a bit at any different sort of movement while he fucked him, and even when he gnawed at his own lip from every time Damon was up to his hilt inside of Graham. He wanted to fuck Graham harder.
Damon was now jerking in him rougher, and he was sure that soon he was going to come all inside of his little lover's anus. Graham was moaning out and loudly too, at a steady pace each time Damon bumped his spot. His head of his manhood rubbed eagerly against Damon's stomach, and suddenly, there was a little voice that was telling Graham that he wanted to try something different.
"Lemmefuckyou," Graham slurred together, looking back up at Damon in confidence. "Not-not in yer arse..."
Damon's eyes groggily opened, and he slowed down the pace until a complete stop. He eyed up Graham warily. "Whaddya mean?"
"Lemme sit on your lap; I'll move at my own pace," Graham suggested, hopeful that Damon would even consider the suggestion.
Damon was already on his knees, and continued peering at Graham with watchful eyes. He nodded, a look of exhaustion appearing in his eyes that was once not noticeable before.
With an arm still around Graham's back, he pulled him up into a position where he was now level with the other. His cock still nested deep within Graham's arse, and Damon kept to his knees. Graham slowly pulled one knee forward, and then the other, securely wrapped around Damon's lower half. He was now practically on top of Damon's lap, Damon's fingers pushing tightly into his hips.
"Well, you're in charge with the pace now, Gra," Damon smiled gingerly. "Have a go."
With the support of Damon's lap under his bum, plus the added strength of his knees and shins resting on the mattress below, he rested his hands securely on Damon's shoulders. It was after then when he started slowly moving his lower half up and down to take Damon up and down throughout his bottom. He was moving at the same pace as Damon before, somewhat of a normal thing, and he was very careful to make sure Damon's cock hit all the way up inside of him before easing back away again.
Damon was breathing heavily again, his mouth open and looking for air. His hands caressed along Graham's sides, searching his skin and feeling along the curves. He was groaning lowly, and allowed his tongue to lick along his lips numerous times before moving his mouth to Graham's chest, messily kissing the surface. He continued to make guttural noises as he pushed his mouth along Graham's sweaty chest.
It was Graham whom was speaking louder. He seemed to have his own sort of language or tongue while bouncing up and down on Damon's lap. If there had been anyone else home, his moans would have been heard throughout the entire household.
Graham rested down on Damon's lap for a moment, allowing Damon to be entirely inside of him, and he slowly moved about, angling the end of Damon's cock to bump against his prostate, roll off it, and then push against it again. He kept rolling his hips so that he was being touched in his hotspot over and over again, while Damon bit at his skin. Graham was beginning to shake, nearing his climax faster than he thought he was. There was something far sexier about Damon's dick pushing along his spot rather than just having a blow job or something.
Being pulled tightly to the other stopped Graham from keeping Damon's dick inside of him. Both boys’ chests were now pushing against each other and their noses were almost touching as Graham started fucking Damon normally again. The blond urged the other to fuck him faster and deeper, so he did, resulting in Damon crying out Graham's name, which he had never said anyone's name that loudly during sex before.
"F-fuck you, Graham," Damon's mouth swore loosely. "This is what, mmmh, it must feel like to be a fuckin’ god. Zeus being pleasured while fucking like a rabbit. Fuck your messenger business."
Graham laughed hoarsely and released Damon's shoulders to run his hands up and down the blond's neck, and then through his damp, blond hair. He still was bouncing his bum up and down very harshly, making Damon so euphoric that he was beginning to shake his head in the amount of pleasure rushing throughout his entire cock.
"‘Fuck your messenger b-business’?" Graham asked back. "I'll just fuck my boss, then, everyday. Sit on his - ohhh, jeez - his-his lap like this, all the time, and fuck him silly."
Damon raised his eyebrows, intrigued by the words murmured from Graham. "My, dirty, dirty," Damon taunted with a smile. His cock was now twitching more eagerly while inside of Graham, and he could tell that he wanted to come soon, but if talking slowed that down, he'd sure as Hell talk more because this was too fucking good. "Hermes, you've grown to be such a potty-mouth."
"Jesus, Damon, shut the Hell up, they're honestly father and son," Graham laughed, and then tried to push his mouth into Damon's for a kiss, but missed as he was bouncing too much to properly snog him.
"This is what it must feel like to be a god though," Damon said distantly, seeing stars in his eyes. The feeling in his cock was getting too much to stand; if Graham didn't come soon, he'd be soft in his arse and that wouldn't be fair at all. "Ram me deeper, Graham, Jesus."
Graham leaned back a bit, arms securely around the blond's neck, and he angled Damon's length once again more properly in his anus so that he could hit that spot directly on. He had Damon exactly in position so that he was ramming right into that great feeling again.
Graham was soon shaking from exhaustion. His arms were weak from leaning back off of Damon, and his thighs were burning from all of his weight being mounted on them with every push and pull upwards or downwards. Biting his lips, he felt his own dick surely filled from head to base in bliss as it rubbed along Damon's stomach.
"Don't slow down, fuck, I'm so close," Damon whimpered, shaking his head while he pushed it against Graham's shoulder. He started helping Graham a bit more by holding his hips steadier, and raising and dropping him need be. He was even jerking upwards occasionally, though it was awkward on his knees to assist in Graham.
Damon's cock felt like it was suddenly going deeper than it was before. Graham concentrated on exactly how his cock was shoving in and out of his tight hole, how his veins were pulsing in wanted release, and how his head bumped against his prostate. Graham moaned louder and louder at each push, and finally until he was telling Damon how far along he was.
"I'm gonna c-come!" Graham shouted to Damon. "I'm gonna come, Damon! Ugh, I just love how f-fucking deep you feel inside o-of me."
Damon was nodding and started bucking his hips more along in unison with Graham's movements. "Talk more Graham. Talk to me."
Graham couldn't stop shaking his head, lips vibrating from every feeling just rushing to his dick and bottom. He couldn't feel anything else while he bounced furiously fast on Damon's lap. "Come in my little arse, Damon. Please, please fill me, I want all of you. Please, please, please. Ohh, fuck! I'm fucking coming!"
The brunette brought himself down so harshly onto Damon's lap, and the blond bucked back into him, pushing against his spot so roughly that his cock felt like it exploded after that. Graham called Damon's name many times while he came all over the blond's stomach, dirtying him up far worse than just sweat.
Graham was just mumbling to Damon after, barely sitting up while his arms were beginning to slip from his friend's shoulders. Damon kept fucking him while below inside, holding his hips firmly while bringing him up and down onto himself.
"Gra, oh Hell, Gra..." Damon murmured lowly, and pushed one last time deeply into Graham's rectum, his cock finally expelling a large amount of seed inside of his friend. He felt his own semen surround his cock while it rested limply inside of Graham.
The younger boy was instantly taking the form of being a rag doll, leaning heavily into Damon's shoulder as he kept to sitting on his lap. His arms, ferociously shaking, dangled over Damon's back as if he was dead. He raised his bottom a bit, the older teenager's limp length sliding out of his anus, and he rested back down on Damon's lap. He felt Damon's seed beginning to pour out of his anus, and he moaned lowly into his friend's ear at that.
After leaning into Damon for only a few moments more, the brunette began shaking more fervently, and the older boy gently brought him down onto the bed. Damon followed him shortly after, laying down at his side, keeping extremely close.
Graham was quiet, and he was thinking about things, clearly, as Damon could right away tell. The blond leaned on his side, and he watched his mate's face with careful blue eyes.
Graham finally turned his head to look at Damon, and he was smiling, but something looked off in his eyes. "Can you let me know when we've gotten distant, please? It's been off recently, I know, and you must know what I'm feeling too, and I just want to know if you ever feel like spending time with me more, because I'd love to spend more time with you again like the old times."
Damon didn't look shocked at that comment. He was used to this by now as Graham rarely did voice his opinion, but when he did, the younger boy clearly had many points tucked away in his elaborate mind. Damon never even asked what could have possibly happened to Graham to have him being so quiet about these issues, but maybe he was just looking for a bit of reassurance in this moment. Damon didn't fully know.
With his hand that was resting under his head, he suddenly moved it closer to Graham's head, and began twirling some of his shiny dark locks between his fingers. Graham reached up with his left hand, and held the hand of Damon's that he had been teasing his hair. They squeezed each other simultaneously, soon sharing tiny smiles with each other. There was something more in this friendship that they were in, and it felt like something that would last for a lifetime, rather than the people either Graham or Damon had even been spending time with other than each other.
"Yes," Damon finally whispered to Graham, bringing his face closer to the other's. He brushed his nose up against Graham's and sighed. "Yes, I'll let you know. And I want to apologise for how busy I've been-"
Graham was shaking his head. "No. It's fifty-fifty, you know? I've been busy too. Dad's having me work harder on stuff and such since it's my second last year at Stanway."
Damon smiled at that, nodded, and took his one arm at his own side to touch Graham's hair. He brushed his hand through the brunette's short hair, and soon was smiling wider while Graham looked on at him innocently. Their connected hands still lay up beside each other's faces.
"Your last year at Stanway, hmm?" Graham commented lightly, and he sniffled softly to that. "Your last play at Stanway."
Damon grinned crookedly, and shook his head up and down. His hair ruffled even more badly at the friction on the mattress. "And I'm playing the almighty God of Lightning, Zeus. I've gotten a bit of a hole in my heart at thinking about graduating. You think Zeus would be that weak?"
"You can't compare yourself to a god, Damon," Graham giggled. "Plus, you're a helluva lot more beautiful than he is. And you've got no ugly beard."
Damon was chuckling at Graham now. He brought Graham's hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it. He raised his eyebrows twice in a sensual manner, adding softly, "And Graham, you in no way can compare to Zeus’ messenger boy. You've got the most persistent and entertaining personality. And you fucked me like an animal."
Graham was snorting and then laughing pretty hard at Damon's words. "Hah, maybe you are a god! When you say things like that I want to have sex with you all over again!"
The blond's mouth pulled up into a tiny smirk and he winked at Graham. "I'm a flirt; I can't help but fluster you. It's my god-like tendencies, y'see?"
"Mmmh," the smaller boy murmured, trying to hold back more laughter. He tucked himself right into Damon, also hiding his face under the other's chin. "Maybe you are actually Zeus, or an even more powerful, gorgeous, brilliant god and don't even know it, Damon."
X-Posted: Gramon and blurslash