Glastonbury Festival: Part Two
Title: Glastonbury Festival
Author: haley_miller
Pairing: Damon/Jamie
Rating: R
Wordcount: 5,308
Disclaimer: Don't own anything in relation to Gorillaz!
Notes: Hi! I'm back, but not necessarily with a new fic. If you remember correctly, back in August of last year I wrote a fic called "Glastonbury Festival"; well, this is sort of a sequel. Here's part one of the fic if you missed it: Part 1. There is still more to this fic as I've had to split up at least 16,000 words into different parts. There will be a part 3 and part 4 whenever I get to proof reading them. Thanks for reading!
After the last song of the night, Damon departed the stage followed by the rest of his band mates. Many people passed by and patted him on the back telling him what a "brilliant fuckin’ show" it was, and he couldn't help but smile sheepishly at all of their comments. All of the praise was a little bit too much.
He had spotted Jamie off to the back side of stage, arms crossed and looking a little dazed, eyes just blankly watching people step by him. As Damon spied on him, Jamie noticed, and called him over with a grin.
"How fuckin’ lovely was that, eh, mate?!" Jamie shouted to Damon, raising a hand to beacon him over.
Damon slumped over, pulling up his jeans a bit by giving a hard yank on the belt. He stood about two feet away from Jamie until a roadie had mumbled a ‘scuse me and the blond had to move close to Jamie, so very close that midsections pushed against each other.
Jamie smiled a little weirdly and Damon chuckled, blue eyes trying to avert the creepy gaze of Jamie's.
"Where's Suz?" Jamie asked calmly, looking to Damon's face.
They were at such a close proximity that Damon had to pull his head back a bit, resulting in the skin rolling under his chin. He mumbled sarcastically how attractive that must've looked and then replied to the original question, "Mm, not sure, Jamie."
Jamie just laughed to the comment before that. He reached up with his smooth fingers and prodded at the skin under Damon's chin. The blond had almost spit up in laughter and stumbled backwards, pulling far away from Jamie.
"You arse!" Damon laughed out, rubbing at his neck. "Why're you touching there? Taunting an old man?!"
"Load of bollocks, Dames. You thoroughly enjoyed that," Jamie had teased right back.
Damon snorted and just looked on at Jamie with a glare, crossing his arms. "Fuckface."
Jamie just wiggled his eyebrows at such a nickname which resulted in Damon laughing at his friend.
"You know what? I think Suzi and Missy have headed to some hotel nearby seeing as we're not leaving until tomorrow. Why would the birds wanna hang out with all these blokes?!"
"Especially you, disgusting rat!" Jamie joked, sticking out his tongue at Damon.
Another two roadies had passed by, carrying one of the big letters from the Gorillaz sign. The musician's eyes followed them for a moment and when they were gone from sight, he moved close to Jamie again. Both of them then did the same thing. Eyes glanced back and forth for any unwanted on-lookers and suddenly Jamie wrapped his arms around Damon's neck, taking him into a hug.
"You were so lovely out there, Damon," Jamie whispered. "Oh lord, don't ever let yourself think otherwise, okay?"
Damon chuckled and awkwardly rested his hands on Jamie's skinny little waist. He was a lot smaller than Damon, at least by about thirty pounds, and his size had reminded him a lot of himself when he was a younger man.
Jamie bit at Damon's neck and Damon growled playfully, his eyebrows coming together. He bumped his head down into Jamie's shoulder and grinned widely.
"Love bites?"
"You deserve at least that much."
"Ya think?"
"Know so."
Damon smiled softly to that. Jamie could sense the smile in Damon and pulled back to try to see it himself. He then looked to his right and spotted their close friend, Cass Browne, off to the side of the stage in the grass.
Cass was grinning at the two men, taking a long drag from a cigarette. Jamie awkwardly smiled and pulled away from Damon, eyes still on Cass. His blondish hair stuck out in sweaty clumps under his sailor hat and he looked rather content after seeing both men sharing such a hug as this one.
"C'mon now, love birds," Cass called out with a laugh, and his cigarette hand tried to wave them over. "Do you think the drummer enjoys a scene like this?"
"Of course you fucking do!" Damon snapped, but there was a twinkle of excitement in his eyes, them occasionally flickering to Jamie whom was closely beside him. He grabbed Jamie by the waist and held him closer. He nuzzled his head into Jamie's neck, eyes still on Cass. "How many years have you witnessed this, ya bastard?!"
"A little over ten, love," Cass vaguely hollered back, waving his hand again, and turning in the opposite direction.
"Oh, Cass! You should get Paul ‘n’ Mick out here and come join the party," Jamie said loudly to Cass, resulting in another sexy Jamie wink, one that Damon found to be quite hilarious so he laughed loudly after.
He was playing around and Cass had realised this, but he still wildly turned back, widening his eyes immensely.
"And Snoop. We need Snoop!" Damon chimed in childishly. His eyes flickered to Jamie's and they giggled in unison, hips still pushing tightly into each other’s and arms around shoulders.
"Ah, I'll take a pass, mates," Cass laughed in reply, tossing his fag to the ground and stomping it out. He began walking to his right, behind the stage. "Love birds, make it back to the buses! Don't be all night now! C'mooooonnnn!" And he was gone from their sight.
"... do you think he actually knows what's happened between us?" Damon said quietly, turning to Jamie.
Jamie smiled crookedly, cocking his head to the side. "Damon, mate, c'mon. By the look in his eyes, I think he can read us both like a goddamn book. It doesn't matter though, has he gone runnin’ at all?"
Damon sighed, but also smiled too. "No, he hasn't. I'm damn thankful for him, y'know? Lovely bloke."
Jamie nodded, looking back down off the stage to where Cass had been. "We should go like he said. Maybe there's a party or something we can actually attend."
The blond looked slightly perturbed by Jamie's words.
"What?" Jamie then questioned, eyebrows stitching together and creases in his forehead becoming more noticeable.
"Maybe... maybe we could just stay back in the tour bus?"
"But why-"
"Because we could have some more drinks to ourselves, ya prick," Damon chortled. He had really wanted to be serious, but he didn't want Jamie to think he was turning into some sort of sappy, poof man.
"Oh," Jamie grinned. "Sure, I'd rather enjoy that, actually."
Damon smiled at Jamie, and the two of them departed side by side off to the buses. People were buzzing around them, looking very talkative and occupied. Damon had wanted a bit of quiet so he was happy that everyone seemed to be staying outside with beers in their hands.
Jamie escorted Damon through the crowds, a warm hand on his sweaty back, and to their own bus. The artist then yanked open the door and allowed Damon in before himself, being a gentleman. The blond thanked him and the two went inside.
After the doors were closed, it was completely silent in the bus other than Damon shuffling along the seats, and to the beds. He collapsed on one, mumbling about how he needed a shower. Jamie told him that he could gladly go take one now and he'd wait, but Damon said he'd take his time.
"You come over here though," Damon called softly, curling up on the bottom bunk. He watched Jamie suddenly walk in front of him and the artist sat down, resting on the bed and turned a bit to look at Damon.
"What're you doing, you fucker? Trying to look an innocent by curling yourself up like this?" Jamie laughed, poking at Damon's arm.
And Damon just laughed. "Isn't that attractive though?"
"Yeah, if you're four."
Damon chuckled to that and sat up, careful not to bump his head on the mattress above. He shuffled closer to Jamie until they were almost nose touching nose.
"You seem like you want to get something out of me tonight," Jamie said quietly, a gleam in his eye that showed he was extremely interested.
Damon smirked.
"What do you want?" Jamie pried, leaning closer.
Their lips brushed and Damon exhaled a little shakily. "Maybe to have more a share of you."
Jamie smiled at that, crow's feet growing deep. "Wasn't that enough before the show?" he teased.
Damon reached his hand up and rested it on the side of Jamie's stubble covered face. He nudged his mouth into the other's asking permission, and proceeded when there was no denial present. Mouths madly fought at each other, Damon pushing back more eagerly every second. Jamie gripped the bed sheets tightly so that the blond was not forcing him off the mattress.
Lips still locked and someone was suddenly calling their names.
"Jamie! Damon! Comin’ to the party!?" was the voice and noise of many people spontaneously flooded the bus. It was Paul Simonon who had peeked into the bus to check on them and his eyes widened a bit upon witnessing them pulling away from each other.
Damon rubbed at his mouth repeatedly with the back of his wrist and stared at Paul with concerned eyes, watching over Jamie's shoulder. Jamie looked more shocked than anything as he sat on the edge of the mattress.
Paul grinned and said, "Partyin’ yourselves tonight, mates?"
Jamie breathed out shakily to that and nodded, swallowing weakly. "Ah, yeah, Paul. Sorry, mate."
"S’ all right, lovies. You enjoy yourselves now," he laughed out and left from the bus, shutting the door with a loud bang.
The men continued watching the door, maybe expecting someone else. No one had come and finally they looked back to each other. Both pairs of eyes were still wide in concern.
Jamie started giggling madly and Damon, out of nowhere, rammed his mouth back against Jamie's forcing him right off the bed. They landed to the bus floor with loud bang, and many grunts were shared in both pain and excitement.
Jamie then gasped out, "Oh, Damon. We need fucking drinks."
Damon, who had had Jamie pinned to the floor, nodded down at his mate, breathless. He removed himself from Jamie and the artist sprang up, bounding to the front of the bus. There was a little fridge up there from Damon's knowledge, but he never used it.
The blond had crawled back onto the bed and slumped forward, eyes watching the ground. Back hunched and heaving, his mind began racing as he was imagining what was going to happen next. It had been almost four years since the two men had even kissed passionately, let alone saw each other's manhood. Damon nervously licked at his lips and suddenly a glass of red wine was in his view.
Pulling back a bit, he smiled weakly up at Jamie and took the glass gratefully from him. The cartoonist had sat across from Damon on another bed bunk with a glass of his own, plus the bottle, and a small platter. The blond cocked an eyebrow to the plate.
"What's that?" he asked, eyebrow still raised as he took a swig of the wine.
"Fuckin’ cheese, mate," Jamie laughed. He gracefully whisked the platter off of the bed and held it close to Damon's face. "Want some?"
"Er... not really," Damon replied, waving it off and looking uninterested. He was hungry though.
"Does that mean I have to hand feed it to ya?"
"You're a prick, Hewlett," Damon snorted, eyeing up the bottle that was resting in Jamie's lap. After gazing at it for a few moments, his eyes floated to his own half finished glass of red wine. "Tryna get me drunk also?"
Jamie actually looked a little shocked. "Uh, nooo. You don't need to be drunk to be attracted to this arse."
Damon chuckled back and raised his glass in agreement. "I still think you're a prick. You're up to something, I can tell. You got that weird gleam in your eye."
"You come closer?" Jamie murmured, sounding oblivious to the previous comment. Damon rolled his eyes, moved close to the edge of the bed, and leaned across the small space to Jamie. He then had a piece of cheese being held to his mouth. "Open up?"
Damon shook his head slightly and unintentionally smiled dumbly. "Now, I can clearly see what you're doing..." Damon explained, acting like a smartass. "Jamie-" The artist pushed the small piece of cheese into Damon's partly opened mouth and the singer had instantly wanted to spit it out, but didn't. He angrily chewed at it, swallowed and said, "Fuck you."
"You want another piece," Jamie had stated, eyeing up Damon's body language. The blond had leaned even closer and didn't even notice. "What do you actually want a piece of Damon?"
"You're a sick bastard," Damon returned nastily, scrunching his nose up at the artist. "You always try to trick me into these things. I'm not giving you what you want."
Jamie pouted; it was an expression that looked quite familiar on his face. Damon had realised that it was there to fool him and get the blond to follow through with something he just said he was not going to do.
"I'm a forty-two year old man, Jamie," Damon sighed out. "I'm not playing mind games with a wanker like the sorts of you."
Jamie smiled a bit sarcastically to that and reminded, "Well, you know, I thought you were still a child at heart, Dames! Remember when we were in our thirties? Oh, those were the days!"
Damon frowned at that. "Well, yes, I suppose I am still a child at heart, but not physically, Jamie," he reprimanded.
Jamie did not reply. He was soon holding another slice of cheese in front of Damon's face. The vocalist, though looking a bit annoyed, took the cheese willingly this time and gently with his teeth. Jamie smiled softly at the blond and Damon rolled his eyes, feeling his face heat up a bit. He finished the second half of his wine in one large gulp.
"Okay, that cheese is delicious. I sound like Alex." He set the glass down and smiled gingerly to Jamie.
Jamie grinned triumphantly, moved closer on his mattress, and his knees bumped into Damon's. They leaned closer, faces inches away.
"Another?" Jamie raised an eyebrow.
Damon nodded a bit slowly, smiling and biting his lips. What did that mean? Jamie had tried to read the expression and failed miserably. He was usually able to read Damon in an okay manner, but this facial contortion was one of a kind for the singer.
When Jamie held the cheese to Damon's face, the blond had reached up and grabbed a hold of Jamie's wrist, holding the limb closer to his face. With a delicate pace, Damon carefully took the cheese from in between Jamie's fingers, and allowed his lips to drag along the artist's smooth fingers.
Jamie let out a hoarse chuckle and watched Damon's pupils literally grow bigger in size as Damon began to nibble on the end of Jamie's index finger.
"You're aroused," Jamie muttered, chest feeling uncomfortably heavy. He inhaled deeply and was pleased with the slow nod he received back. "And I had thought missing out on a party would be a terrible idea."
Jamie then sucked in a quick breath of oxygen, the air sharp on his teeth. Damon had taken at least half of Jamie's finger into his mouth, sucking on the skin, and included some small nibbles.
Damon, in an agonizingly slow movement, pulled his mouth off of Jamie's finger and licked at his lips. He still had a tight grasp on Jamie's wrist and gave him a little tug, the gesture saying, 'You come here. Now.'
Jamie complied, and sat his half glass of wine down under the mattress. He stood and while Damon still had a hold on him, he moved closer and sat on the bed beside Damon. Of course Damon turned to have a good look at Jamie, eyes speculating his partner. Rough hands moved from the wrist of the artist to the hands. They caressed each other's skin gently.
"What's the most sexually arousing experience you've had with Graham?" Jamie had asked, simply curious. He hadn't wanted to hurt Damon, but by the look on his face, his mate looked a little offended. He was just always wondering if he could ever have lived up to the expectations of what Graham had given Damon.
"That is rather private..." Damon retorted, eyes no longer looking aroused, but not amused instead. His body language showed he was feeling rather intruded.
"I'm not trying to make you feel hurt, Damon, by bringing him up during me ‘n’ you having this... moment," Jamie replied awkwardly.
"Well, then why isn't this just about us?" the blond replied wryly.
"I was just interested because you looked insanely turned on moments ago. Because... you know... there ain't no doubt that face has been shared with Graham- and don't lie about anything of that sort happening ‘cos I can read that bit of you like a book, mate."
Damon sighed, looking disappointed. "He gave me head on the dock when I was sixteen."
Jamie swallowed uneasily. Damon didn't have to answer.
"I-it was probably... it was..." Damon's lips shook a bit, his blue eyes glazing over with what looked like he was getting lost within a memory. He licked at his lips, cheeks turning a bit red. "Being it in public was a big fucking turn on, I'll have to admit. Almost similar to a couple having sex in the park, y'know... Typical fucking film-like scene." Jamie raised his eyebrows slightly as Damon trailed off, completely lost in a teenage memory. The singer, within a few moments, shook his head and his eyes went back into focus as he looked on at Jamie.
Damon swallowed loudly and even Jamie could hear it. The blond then leaned against Jamie and sighed. He rested a hand on Jamie's small thigh and rubbed up and down the dark denim.
"That was then and this is now," Damon muttered. "I'm still definitely happy with the outcome."
"Mmm, really?" Jamie said with a pleasant smile. He proceeded to rest his right arm in front of Damon's chest and he slowly lowered the older man down onto the bunk. "If it weren't for Graham you wouldn't have met me, would ya?"
Damon replied with a reassuring grin, "Hell no. I'm rather very content." Under the shadow of the top bunk that covered most of Damon in darkness, he graced Jamie with a nice wink. "What ya gonna do now?"
Jamie's smile turned rather vile. "Wouldn't you like to know? I don't even think grown men should hear such words," Jamie said softly, leaning down over Damon. His breath caressed Damon's neck with warm air causing him to shiver as a result.
"Mmm, c'mon, Jamie," he said back, reaching up and wrapping one arm around the skinnier man's neck. "You know I like dirty talk, you fucker."
Jamie let out a little laugh. "Well, actually, maybe I could let you in on a little secret," he teased, then pushing his mouth against Damon's ear. With a quiet voice, he concluded, "I'm gonna fuck you silly."
Damon liked that. He really liked that. He felt a wave of pleasure run throughout his body and Jamie hadn't even touched him yet. The musician then sat up a bit, but Jamie only forced him down again, flat on the bed.
"I'm gonna fuck you harder than you ever fucked Graham Coxon," Jamie hissed, and pulled on the top of Damon's ear with his teeth.
Damon groaned in pain and tried pushing Jamie off of him, but the artist kept a tight grasp on Damon's suit jacket.
"You want that, don't you?"
Damon smiled smugly. "I don't think you ever could do it."
"Have you ever made a bet, Albarn?"
"Does all this talking turn you on?" Damon questioned back.
Jamie chuckled. "No, but I can tell you're heating up quite nicely."
Indeed Damon's face had flushed a dark pink in colour and he was already feeling excitement jumping around in his underwear. Jamie hadn't noticed that bit though as he hadn't even really touched Damon much.
"Well, as I've aged, the talking is getting to be quite endearing, Jamie," Damon concurred with Jamie's previous answer. "Also, I think you've hurt my ear." He shakily reached up and cupped his left hand over his ginger ear. "Owww."
"Oh shut up and take your damn clothes off," Jamie snorted, tugging harshly on Damon's coat.
"All right, all right! You impatient bastard," Damon grumbled back, releasing his ear and he sat up, moaning loudly. Damon tried shaking his jacket loose while he held his arms back but it was kind of hard while sitting on the bunk bed. "A little help?"
Jamie laughed and helpfully tugged off the jacket off, tossing it behind the bunk. The suit jacket slid down the wall of the bus and landed with clunk underneath the bed.
"Er... I need to get up," Damon said, looking back over his shoulder at Jamie, who was cross-legged on the mattress. "This is all too fucking cramped and I can't get a damn thing off."
Jamie allowed him to stand, and Damon bumped his head on the bar above, then a little angered by that. The artist soon followed after, laughing hard at Damon's misfortune. There was only a tiny space between the two men as they were already crushed between two sets of bunk beds.
"The fuck you want?" Damon grumbled as Jamie moved his face close to the other's. Damon had his long sleeved shirt half off revealing his stomach and down. Jamie backed up to inspect him and eyed the tattoo that was peeking over Damon's belt-line. "Can you stop blatantly checking me out to the point of me no longer wanting to remove my shirt?"
"I fancy you, how can I not?"
"Well, I'm not exactly the most confident bloke now when it comes to my body," Damon retorted and he finally tugged the shirt completely off, putting it on the top bunk behind his head. "My clothes'll be everywhere by the time I've removed them all," he added with a snicker. "You better take yours off too."
"Or we'll just have a quick fuck with all my clothes on," Jamie responded with a sarcastic smile. He started to pull off his own jacket and bumped his elbow into Damon's chest.
"Oh my God," Damon groaned at the unexpected hit from Jamie, "What we're doing isn't very sexy."
Jamie laughed. "Removing shirts and trousers in tight spaces and hitting each other on accident? I'd have to agree so."
They both laughed at each other, sharing smiles, and Damon dropped his trousers to the floor, the buckle hitting with a clang. Jamie's ears instantly perked to the noise and he tried to not look at Damon's bottom half just yet; he managed to do that by taking Damon into a heavy amount of kisses.
Jamie pushed himself harshly into Damon, his own belt buckle digging into the singer's stomach. Damon forced his head back into the bunk behind him as Jamie continued forcefully kissing him, only resulting in more arousal for the blond down below. Getting rough with Jamie sure was hot and Damon found himself tightly grasping at Jamie's arse, which was still covered in jeans.
"You've still got your pants on!" Damon shouted, ripping his mouth away from Jamie's. "You've got me in my knickers and you're still in your damn pants!"
"Oh, fuck off, Damon!" Jamie retorted and grinned after that. "Over the last few years it's you who has a problem with how quickly you take off your stuff!"
Damon smirked to that. "That's because I like someone to talk me outta my clothes."
"Who started that with you anyway? Justine? Suzi? Jeez, it's the women that turned ya soft, innit?"
"Actually, it was Graham, you arse," Damon snapped back, "You callin’ Graham a bird, are ya?"
Jamie was slowly becoming frustrated with Damon. It was probably why over the last few years it was so hard to have sex with the damn bloke; he was getting far too stubborn for his age. He seemed bloody ages older than he truly was. Jamie rolled his eyes and shook his head softly.
"No, no, that's not what I meant, Damon," Jamie said. "I didn't think talking was that important to you."
"Well, it sorta is, Jamie," Damon said back quietly. "It's been like that with all my closest partners. Unless you're a groupie then, it don't matter... though I haven't had any of those since the nineties!" He finished that with a small laugh.
"‘Closest partners’? I'm flattered," Jamie murmured, leaning close into Damon again.
"Well, yes, you've certainly become one," Damon said sincerely, smile set on his mouth. "Lovely Jamie... Mhmm."
As Damon had said that, Jamie dropped his black and white striped shirt to the ground. There was a pause in any movement. With burrowing eyes, Damon watched Jamie's pale collarbones and chest thoroughly, eyes chasing around the area wildly. He rested a hand on Jamie's chest and leaned his face close to Jamie's neck.
"What're you doin’?" Jamie murmured, trying to get a look at Damon's face though he was hiding it well under Jamie's chin.
The shirtless men stood in silence for a few moments as Damon inspected the other skinny man. He crooked his neck and cocked his head, kissing Jamie lightly on his left collarbone. The kisses grew rough quickly. Damon wrapped his arms around Jamie's neck and placed harsh bites and nips all over the paler man's smooth skin.
Jamie couldn't stop giggling and stumbled back a bit into the bunk. "Oi, Damon, what're you doin’?" he asked again while chuckling.
"You've got lovely skin," Damon said simply, running his lips up and down Jamie's neck now. To this gesture, Jamie's lids fell a bit and he reclined his head, resting it against the bunk cushion behind himself. He rested a hand on Damon's hip and sighed in content, rubbing up and down like the blond had been placing his lips. "You do, you really do."
Their free hands found each other's. They always had.
"Hmm, Damon, you're too silly, y'know," Jamie said with a carefree laugh and he pushed his stomach back into Damon's, fingers still intertwined down near their hips. "Damon, love. You're getting carried away."
"Oh, Jamie!" Damon spoke in a tone that sounded of a ten year old not getting his way. "Just let me at ya. C'mon, it was always done your way when we had our times. Is it finally mine now?"
"This'll be like some cheesy, romantic love story, won't it?" Jamie retorted but his eyes remained playful. "Disney movie?"
"Shut it, you twat," Damon replied, eyes daringly looking back into Jamie's. "You think all Graham ‘n’ I shared was just lovely-dovey shit like that?" His hand moved from wrapped around Jamie's neck to the small of his back.
"You guys sounded like a romantic couple, in all honesty," Jamie said sweetly. Too sweetly. "You should've heard the things he said about ya when we had first met. Even Alex James thought you sounded like his lover, he told me."
Damon snorted to that and he blushed a little. He hadn't believed that Graham had talked about him all that much when Alex had first told him that, but Jamie reassuring it also happened? Well, it seemed more realistic now.
He reached forward to Jamie's neck once more and moved his lips right over the collarbone, pulling on the skin with his teeth. He'd leave a mark there. He'd leave one to let Jamie know that it wasn't just all fun and games.
"Ah, mmm," Jamie groaned. His blue eyes scrunched together in slight pain.
"Yeah, exactly," Damon muttered into the skin, placing a couple kisses over the swollen area to finish the job. "It wasn't all romance and sweet things. We had our fucking kinks."
"This sounds like the Albarn I know," Jamie sniggered and also winked.
"You talk. And I'll literally get down t’ business," Damon chuckled darkly, gently pushing Jamie down on the bed. Damon carefully rested himself down in front of Jamie on the bus floor and Jamie just laughed lightly at Damon.
"Literally down to business, eh?" He began wiggling off his jeans in front of the blond, who was enthusiastically placed in front of him. Damon helped pull Jamie's pants until they dropped down to his ankles. "You think you’re gonna make me go crazy. Just you wait, Albarn."
Damon laughed and just grinned widely up at Jamie. "Nice undies."
"Just marry me already, Damon! So many compliments, I thought you were my wife already!"
Damon growled angrily and just tugged at Jamie's underwear, revealing his rather flaccid penis. Jamie smiled sweetly and Damon scowled a bit at that, tugging the briefs all the way down.
"Not even turned on a bit?" Damon barked, and threw Jamie’s pants and underwear to the side with a snap of his wrist.
"Mmm, not really, love," Jamie said, and looked as though he were pondering something. He tapped his chin and tried to look distant in thought. "And funny thing is that you are. Maybe talking isn't always the way to get to a man's prick." He winked, yet again.
"You be quiet," Damon argued back, flushing badly at those words. He was still turned on a bit like Jamie had said. Clearly words did have a larger effect on the blond. "You may have your way with words, but wait until I'm done with your prick. I'm rather talented with my mouth."
Jamie laughed. "We all know that."
Damon raised his eyebrows to that and reached forward, brushing his fingers up and down Jamie's slack pole. Jamie raised his eyebrows also, leaned back on his palms of his hands, and tried to seem uninterested in Damon's careful touches.
Damon took Jamie's manhood into his left hand and began pumping slowly, eyes set on Jamie's face for any change in expression. His bright blue eyes gazed forward in determination, locked on the other set of blue.
It was when the singer got his tongue out and teasing that there was a stir on Jamie's face. The tip of Damon's tongue tormented the head of Jamie's cock fervently, swishing back and forth along the smooth skin. The blond's eyes stayed up and focused on Jamie's face. The artist's lips pulled tighter and he squinted his eyes a slight bit. Damon noticed and tried not smiling as his tongue continued flicking back and forth, back and forth.
Jamie let out a little gasp as Damon started taking the tip of his head into his mouth, all the while still flicking his tongue about. His finger tips were turning white as he grabbed at the bed sheets with great force. Jamie hadn't a clue how Damon could keep up with the motion of his tongue moving back and forth, and his lips moving up and down his shaft. He felt himself growing hot.
"Look how hard you are now," Damon said calmly, releasing Jamie's cock and it stood up on its own.
Jamie let out a shaky breath and nodded faintly, brushing at his forehead. His eyes gazed at his own straining cock hungrily and then shot to Damon. The bastard couldn't just stop there, what the Hell was he doing?
"Is ‘at fuckin’ pre-cum comin’ out of there?" Damon asked hoarsely, his tone also teasing. His blue eyes eyed Jamie's pulsing prick closely, and he found it arousing alone from watching the tiny bit of white liquid spill from his cock.
Jamie swallowed. He wouldn't beg. Damon would come back to him. He would.
Damon looked up, eyes gleaming madly. "Jamie, maybe you could talk to me a bit? Lemme know how you're feeling?"
He suddenly reached forward rather quickly and squeezed Jamie, resulting in the younger man jerking into Damon's tight grip. Damon released him again and lightly pinched his own two fingers together, index and thumb. He brought them to Jamie's head and pushed the fingers apart, dragging the pre-cum around in different parts of Jamie's penis.
"You're a fucking tease, Albarn, and you know it," Jamie snapped as Damon was pumping him again and rather too slow for his liking.
"Hmm? What's that?" Damon cooed softly. He brought his mouth to the tip of artist's staff and sucked harshly at it. Jamie let out a real moan to that. "I can't hear you." He took Jamie's head into his mouth, and began pushing it right and left along the inside of his cheek.
"O-oh, damn it. You're a bloody tease. Damn you," Jamie weakly murmured, closing his eyes in defeat. He hadn't even taken in as much cock as he possibly could and the musician had the artist succumbing to his sexual offering. "Mmm, yes..."
"You have such a big cock, Jamie," Damon murmured, removing Jamie from his mouth. His eyelids were heavy as he greedily stared down at Jamie's twitching cock. "I can't remember how I ever fit it at least even half way into my mouth."
Jamie groaned at those words. Maybe words were a little sexier with Damon than he used to remember.
"Uhhn, Damon, I'm gonna get you good," Jamie moaned loudly, throwing his head back. He licked at his lips multiple times as Damon began taking his dick further into his mouth. "Yes, yes, please."
"Mmm," Damon groaned in reply, holding Jamie's base steady while he sucked on Jamie heartily. He tried taking Jamie in as much as he possibly could, and his tongue vigorously bumped over veins and pushed roughly into Jamie's head.
"This is too good," Jamie said lowly, letting out a few pants. He tried not jerking further into Damon's mouth and the singer held a firm hand to hide base in reassurance of this. "Goddamn it, Albarn! I swear!"
Damon removed his mouth from Jamie's cock with a gasp for air, and then pumped slowly once more. Allowing that bit of relief on Jamie, the artist sighed in content, smiling at Damon.
"I forgot how good you were at that," Jamie sighed out, watching Damon still work at him.
Damon smiled weakly and licked at his lips. "Apology accepted."
"Sorry," Jamie added quickly with a shaky laugh.
Damon licked his way up Jamie's twitching staff a few more times and finally after, ceased all touches. He wanted Jamie at his hardest for himself. Damon, with a large smirk on his mouth, crawled onto the bed, and leaned over top of Jamie.
Part 3
Author: haley_miller
Pairing: Damon/Jamie
Rating: R
Wordcount: 5,308
Disclaimer: Don't own anything in relation to Gorillaz!
Notes: Hi! I'm back, but not necessarily with a new fic. If you remember correctly, back in August of last year I wrote a fic called "Glastonbury Festival"; well, this is sort of a sequel. Here's part one of the fic if you missed it: Part 1. There is still more to this fic as I've had to split up at least 16,000 words into different parts. There will be a part 3 and part 4 whenever I get to proof reading them. Thanks for reading!
After the last song of the night, Damon departed the stage followed by the rest of his band mates. Many people passed by and patted him on the back telling him what a "brilliant fuckin’ show" it was, and he couldn't help but smile sheepishly at all of their comments. All of the praise was a little bit too much.
He had spotted Jamie off to the back side of stage, arms crossed and looking a little dazed, eyes just blankly watching people step by him. As Damon spied on him, Jamie noticed, and called him over with a grin.
"How fuckin’ lovely was that, eh, mate?!" Jamie shouted to Damon, raising a hand to beacon him over.
Damon slumped over, pulling up his jeans a bit by giving a hard yank on the belt. He stood about two feet away from Jamie until a roadie had mumbled a ‘scuse me and the blond had to move close to Jamie, so very close that midsections pushed against each other.
Jamie smiled a little weirdly and Damon chuckled, blue eyes trying to avert the creepy gaze of Jamie's.
"Where's Suz?" Jamie asked calmly, looking to Damon's face.
They were at such a close proximity that Damon had to pull his head back a bit, resulting in the skin rolling under his chin. He mumbled sarcastically how attractive that must've looked and then replied to the original question, "Mm, not sure, Jamie."
Jamie just laughed to the comment before that. He reached up with his smooth fingers and prodded at the skin under Damon's chin. The blond had almost spit up in laughter and stumbled backwards, pulling far away from Jamie.
"You arse!" Damon laughed out, rubbing at his neck. "Why're you touching there? Taunting an old man?!"
"Load of bollocks, Dames. You thoroughly enjoyed that," Jamie had teased right back.
Damon snorted and just looked on at Jamie with a glare, crossing his arms. "Fuckface."
Jamie just wiggled his eyebrows at such a nickname which resulted in Damon laughing at his friend.
"You know what? I think Suzi and Missy have headed to some hotel nearby seeing as we're not leaving until tomorrow. Why would the birds wanna hang out with all these blokes?!"
"Especially you, disgusting rat!" Jamie joked, sticking out his tongue at Damon.
Another two roadies had passed by, carrying one of the big letters from the Gorillaz sign. The musician's eyes followed them for a moment and when they were gone from sight, he moved close to Jamie again. Both of them then did the same thing. Eyes glanced back and forth for any unwanted on-lookers and suddenly Jamie wrapped his arms around Damon's neck, taking him into a hug.
"You were so lovely out there, Damon," Jamie whispered. "Oh lord, don't ever let yourself think otherwise, okay?"
Damon chuckled and awkwardly rested his hands on Jamie's skinny little waist. He was a lot smaller than Damon, at least by about thirty pounds, and his size had reminded him a lot of himself when he was a younger man.
Jamie bit at Damon's neck and Damon growled playfully, his eyebrows coming together. He bumped his head down into Jamie's shoulder and grinned widely.
"Love bites?"
"You deserve at least that much."
"Ya think?"
"Know so."
Damon smiled softly to that. Jamie could sense the smile in Damon and pulled back to try to see it himself. He then looked to his right and spotted their close friend, Cass Browne, off to the side of the stage in the grass.
Cass was grinning at the two men, taking a long drag from a cigarette. Jamie awkwardly smiled and pulled away from Damon, eyes still on Cass. His blondish hair stuck out in sweaty clumps under his sailor hat and he looked rather content after seeing both men sharing such a hug as this one.
"C'mon now, love birds," Cass called out with a laugh, and his cigarette hand tried to wave them over. "Do you think the drummer enjoys a scene like this?"
"Of course you fucking do!" Damon snapped, but there was a twinkle of excitement in his eyes, them occasionally flickering to Jamie whom was closely beside him. He grabbed Jamie by the waist and held him closer. He nuzzled his head into Jamie's neck, eyes still on Cass. "How many years have you witnessed this, ya bastard?!"
"A little over ten, love," Cass vaguely hollered back, waving his hand again, and turning in the opposite direction.
"Oh, Cass! You should get Paul ‘n’ Mick out here and come join the party," Jamie said loudly to Cass, resulting in another sexy Jamie wink, one that Damon found to be quite hilarious so he laughed loudly after.
He was playing around and Cass had realised this, but he still wildly turned back, widening his eyes immensely.
"And Snoop. We need Snoop!" Damon chimed in childishly. His eyes flickered to Jamie's and they giggled in unison, hips still pushing tightly into each other’s and arms around shoulders.
"Ah, I'll take a pass, mates," Cass laughed in reply, tossing his fag to the ground and stomping it out. He began walking to his right, behind the stage. "Love birds, make it back to the buses! Don't be all night now! C'mooooonnnn!" And he was gone from their sight.
"... do you think he actually knows what's happened between us?" Damon said quietly, turning to Jamie.
Jamie smiled crookedly, cocking his head to the side. "Damon, mate, c'mon. By the look in his eyes, I think he can read us both like a goddamn book. It doesn't matter though, has he gone runnin’ at all?"
Damon sighed, but also smiled too. "No, he hasn't. I'm damn thankful for him, y'know? Lovely bloke."
Jamie nodded, looking back down off the stage to where Cass had been. "We should go like he said. Maybe there's a party or something we can actually attend."
The blond looked slightly perturbed by Jamie's words.
"What?" Jamie then questioned, eyebrows stitching together and creases in his forehead becoming more noticeable.
"Maybe... maybe we could just stay back in the tour bus?"
"But why-"
"Because we could have some more drinks to ourselves, ya prick," Damon chortled. He had really wanted to be serious, but he didn't want Jamie to think he was turning into some sort of sappy, poof man.
"Oh," Jamie grinned. "Sure, I'd rather enjoy that, actually."
Damon smiled at Jamie, and the two of them departed side by side off to the buses. People were buzzing around them, looking very talkative and occupied. Damon had wanted a bit of quiet so he was happy that everyone seemed to be staying outside with beers in their hands.
Jamie escorted Damon through the crowds, a warm hand on his sweaty back, and to their own bus. The artist then yanked open the door and allowed Damon in before himself, being a gentleman. The blond thanked him and the two went inside.
After the doors were closed, it was completely silent in the bus other than Damon shuffling along the seats, and to the beds. He collapsed on one, mumbling about how he needed a shower. Jamie told him that he could gladly go take one now and he'd wait, but Damon said he'd take his time.
"You come over here though," Damon called softly, curling up on the bottom bunk. He watched Jamie suddenly walk in front of him and the artist sat down, resting on the bed and turned a bit to look at Damon.
"What're you doing, you fucker? Trying to look an innocent by curling yourself up like this?" Jamie laughed, poking at Damon's arm.
And Damon just laughed. "Isn't that attractive though?"
"Yeah, if you're four."
Damon chuckled to that and sat up, careful not to bump his head on the mattress above. He shuffled closer to Jamie until they were almost nose touching nose.
"You seem like you want to get something out of me tonight," Jamie said quietly, a gleam in his eye that showed he was extremely interested.
Damon smirked.
"What do you want?" Jamie pried, leaning closer.
Their lips brushed and Damon exhaled a little shakily. "Maybe to have more a share of you."
Jamie smiled at that, crow's feet growing deep. "Wasn't that enough before the show?" he teased.
Damon reached his hand up and rested it on the side of Jamie's stubble covered face. He nudged his mouth into the other's asking permission, and proceeded when there was no denial present. Mouths madly fought at each other, Damon pushing back more eagerly every second. Jamie gripped the bed sheets tightly so that the blond was not forcing him off the mattress.
Lips still locked and someone was suddenly calling their names.
"Jamie! Damon! Comin’ to the party!?" was the voice and noise of many people spontaneously flooded the bus. It was Paul Simonon who had peeked into the bus to check on them and his eyes widened a bit upon witnessing them pulling away from each other.
Damon rubbed at his mouth repeatedly with the back of his wrist and stared at Paul with concerned eyes, watching over Jamie's shoulder. Jamie looked more shocked than anything as he sat on the edge of the mattress.
Paul grinned and said, "Partyin’ yourselves tonight, mates?"
Jamie breathed out shakily to that and nodded, swallowing weakly. "Ah, yeah, Paul. Sorry, mate."
"S’ all right, lovies. You enjoy yourselves now," he laughed out and left from the bus, shutting the door with a loud bang.
The men continued watching the door, maybe expecting someone else. No one had come and finally they looked back to each other. Both pairs of eyes were still wide in concern.
Jamie started giggling madly and Damon, out of nowhere, rammed his mouth back against Jamie's forcing him right off the bed. They landed to the bus floor with loud bang, and many grunts were shared in both pain and excitement.
Jamie then gasped out, "Oh, Damon. We need fucking drinks."
Damon, who had had Jamie pinned to the floor, nodded down at his mate, breathless. He removed himself from Jamie and the artist sprang up, bounding to the front of the bus. There was a little fridge up there from Damon's knowledge, but he never used it.
The blond had crawled back onto the bed and slumped forward, eyes watching the ground. Back hunched and heaving, his mind began racing as he was imagining what was going to happen next. It had been almost four years since the two men had even kissed passionately, let alone saw each other's manhood. Damon nervously licked at his lips and suddenly a glass of red wine was in his view.
Pulling back a bit, he smiled weakly up at Jamie and took the glass gratefully from him. The cartoonist had sat across from Damon on another bed bunk with a glass of his own, plus the bottle, and a small platter. The blond cocked an eyebrow to the plate.
"What's that?" he asked, eyebrow still raised as he took a swig of the wine.
"Fuckin’ cheese, mate," Jamie laughed. He gracefully whisked the platter off of the bed and held it close to Damon's face. "Want some?"
"Er... not really," Damon replied, waving it off and looking uninterested. He was hungry though.
"Does that mean I have to hand feed it to ya?"
"You're a prick, Hewlett," Damon snorted, eyeing up the bottle that was resting in Jamie's lap. After gazing at it for a few moments, his eyes floated to his own half finished glass of red wine. "Tryna get me drunk also?"
Jamie actually looked a little shocked. "Uh, nooo. You don't need to be drunk to be attracted to this arse."
Damon chuckled back and raised his glass in agreement. "I still think you're a prick. You're up to something, I can tell. You got that weird gleam in your eye."
"You come closer?" Jamie murmured, sounding oblivious to the previous comment. Damon rolled his eyes, moved close to the edge of the bed, and leaned across the small space to Jamie. He then had a piece of cheese being held to his mouth. "Open up?"
Damon shook his head slightly and unintentionally smiled dumbly. "Now, I can clearly see what you're doing..." Damon explained, acting like a smartass. "Jamie-" The artist pushed the small piece of cheese into Damon's partly opened mouth and the singer had instantly wanted to spit it out, but didn't. He angrily chewed at it, swallowed and said, "Fuck you."
"You want another piece," Jamie had stated, eyeing up Damon's body language. The blond had leaned even closer and didn't even notice. "What do you actually want a piece of Damon?"
"You're a sick bastard," Damon returned nastily, scrunching his nose up at the artist. "You always try to trick me into these things. I'm not giving you what you want."
Jamie pouted; it was an expression that looked quite familiar on his face. Damon had realised that it was there to fool him and get the blond to follow through with something he just said he was not going to do.
"I'm a forty-two year old man, Jamie," Damon sighed out. "I'm not playing mind games with a wanker like the sorts of you."
Jamie smiled a bit sarcastically to that and reminded, "Well, you know, I thought you were still a child at heart, Dames! Remember when we were in our thirties? Oh, those were the days!"
Damon frowned at that. "Well, yes, I suppose I am still a child at heart, but not physically, Jamie," he reprimanded.
Jamie did not reply. He was soon holding another slice of cheese in front of Damon's face. The vocalist, though looking a bit annoyed, took the cheese willingly this time and gently with his teeth. Jamie smiled softly at the blond and Damon rolled his eyes, feeling his face heat up a bit. He finished the second half of his wine in one large gulp.
"Okay, that cheese is delicious. I sound like Alex." He set the glass down and smiled gingerly to Jamie.
Jamie grinned triumphantly, moved closer on his mattress, and his knees bumped into Damon's. They leaned closer, faces inches away.
"Another?" Jamie raised an eyebrow.
Damon nodded a bit slowly, smiling and biting his lips. What did that mean? Jamie had tried to read the expression and failed miserably. He was usually able to read Damon in an okay manner, but this facial contortion was one of a kind for the singer.
When Jamie held the cheese to Damon's face, the blond had reached up and grabbed a hold of Jamie's wrist, holding the limb closer to his face. With a delicate pace, Damon carefully took the cheese from in between Jamie's fingers, and allowed his lips to drag along the artist's smooth fingers.
Jamie let out a hoarse chuckle and watched Damon's pupils literally grow bigger in size as Damon began to nibble on the end of Jamie's index finger.
"You're aroused," Jamie muttered, chest feeling uncomfortably heavy. He inhaled deeply and was pleased with the slow nod he received back. "And I had thought missing out on a party would be a terrible idea."
Jamie then sucked in a quick breath of oxygen, the air sharp on his teeth. Damon had taken at least half of Jamie's finger into his mouth, sucking on the skin, and included some small nibbles.
Damon, in an agonizingly slow movement, pulled his mouth off of Jamie's finger and licked at his lips. He still had a tight grasp on Jamie's wrist and gave him a little tug, the gesture saying, 'You come here. Now.'
Jamie complied, and sat his half glass of wine down under the mattress. He stood and while Damon still had a hold on him, he moved closer and sat on the bed beside Damon. Of course Damon turned to have a good look at Jamie, eyes speculating his partner. Rough hands moved from the wrist of the artist to the hands. They caressed each other's skin gently.
"What's the most sexually arousing experience you've had with Graham?" Jamie had asked, simply curious. He hadn't wanted to hurt Damon, but by the look on his face, his mate looked a little offended. He was just always wondering if he could ever have lived up to the expectations of what Graham had given Damon.
"That is rather private..." Damon retorted, eyes no longer looking aroused, but not amused instead. His body language showed he was feeling rather intruded.
"I'm not trying to make you feel hurt, Damon, by bringing him up during me ‘n’ you having this... moment," Jamie replied awkwardly.
"Well, then why isn't this just about us?" the blond replied wryly.
"I was just interested because you looked insanely turned on moments ago. Because... you know... there ain't no doubt that face has been shared with Graham- and don't lie about anything of that sort happening ‘cos I can read that bit of you like a book, mate."
Damon sighed, looking disappointed. "He gave me head on the dock when I was sixteen."
Jamie swallowed uneasily. Damon didn't have to answer.
"I-it was probably... it was..." Damon's lips shook a bit, his blue eyes glazing over with what looked like he was getting lost within a memory. He licked at his lips, cheeks turning a bit red. "Being it in public was a big fucking turn on, I'll have to admit. Almost similar to a couple having sex in the park, y'know... Typical fucking film-like scene." Jamie raised his eyebrows slightly as Damon trailed off, completely lost in a teenage memory. The singer, within a few moments, shook his head and his eyes went back into focus as he looked on at Jamie.
Damon swallowed loudly and even Jamie could hear it. The blond then leaned against Jamie and sighed. He rested a hand on Jamie's small thigh and rubbed up and down the dark denim.
"That was then and this is now," Damon muttered. "I'm still definitely happy with the outcome."
"Mmm, really?" Jamie said with a pleasant smile. He proceeded to rest his right arm in front of Damon's chest and he slowly lowered the older man down onto the bunk. "If it weren't for Graham you wouldn't have met me, would ya?"
Damon replied with a reassuring grin, "Hell no. I'm rather very content." Under the shadow of the top bunk that covered most of Damon in darkness, he graced Jamie with a nice wink. "What ya gonna do now?"
Jamie's smile turned rather vile. "Wouldn't you like to know? I don't even think grown men should hear such words," Jamie said softly, leaning down over Damon. His breath caressed Damon's neck with warm air causing him to shiver as a result.
"Mmm, c'mon, Jamie," he said back, reaching up and wrapping one arm around the skinnier man's neck. "You know I like dirty talk, you fucker."
Jamie let out a little laugh. "Well, actually, maybe I could let you in on a little secret," he teased, then pushing his mouth against Damon's ear. With a quiet voice, he concluded, "I'm gonna fuck you silly."
Damon liked that. He really liked that. He felt a wave of pleasure run throughout his body and Jamie hadn't even touched him yet. The musician then sat up a bit, but Jamie only forced him down again, flat on the bed.
"I'm gonna fuck you harder than you ever fucked Graham Coxon," Jamie hissed, and pulled on the top of Damon's ear with his teeth.
Damon groaned in pain and tried pushing Jamie off of him, but the artist kept a tight grasp on Damon's suit jacket.
"You want that, don't you?"
Damon smiled smugly. "I don't think you ever could do it."
"Have you ever made a bet, Albarn?"
"Does all this talking turn you on?" Damon questioned back.
Jamie chuckled. "No, but I can tell you're heating up quite nicely."
Indeed Damon's face had flushed a dark pink in colour and he was already feeling excitement jumping around in his underwear. Jamie hadn't noticed that bit though as he hadn't even really touched Damon much.
"Well, as I've aged, the talking is getting to be quite endearing, Jamie," Damon concurred with Jamie's previous answer. "Also, I think you've hurt my ear." He shakily reached up and cupped his left hand over his ginger ear. "Owww."
"Oh shut up and take your damn clothes off," Jamie snorted, tugging harshly on Damon's coat.
"All right, all right! You impatient bastard," Damon grumbled back, releasing his ear and he sat up, moaning loudly. Damon tried shaking his jacket loose while he held his arms back but it was kind of hard while sitting on the bunk bed. "A little help?"
Jamie laughed and helpfully tugged off the jacket off, tossing it behind the bunk. The suit jacket slid down the wall of the bus and landed with clunk underneath the bed.
"Er... I need to get up," Damon said, looking back over his shoulder at Jamie, who was cross-legged on the mattress. "This is all too fucking cramped and I can't get a damn thing off."
Jamie allowed him to stand, and Damon bumped his head on the bar above, then a little angered by that. The artist soon followed after, laughing hard at Damon's misfortune. There was only a tiny space between the two men as they were already crushed between two sets of bunk beds.
"The fuck you want?" Damon grumbled as Jamie moved his face close to the other's. Damon had his long sleeved shirt half off revealing his stomach and down. Jamie backed up to inspect him and eyed the tattoo that was peeking over Damon's belt-line. "Can you stop blatantly checking me out to the point of me no longer wanting to remove my shirt?"
"I fancy you, how can I not?"
"Well, I'm not exactly the most confident bloke now when it comes to my body," Damon retorted and he finally tugged the shirt completely off, putting it on the top bunk behind his head. "My clothes'll be everywhere by the time I've removed them all," he added with a snicker. "You better take yours off too."
"Or we'll just have a quick fuck with all my clothes on," Jamie responded with a sarcastic smile. He started to pull off his own jacket and bumped his elbow into Damon's chest.
"Oh my God," Damon groaned at the unexpected hit from Jamie, "What we're doing isn't very sexy."
Jamie laughed. "Removing shirts and trousers in tight spaces and hitting each other on accident? I'd have to agree so."
They both laughed at each other, sharing smiles, and Damon dropped his trousers to the floor, the buckle hitting with a clang. Jamie's ears instantly perked to the noise and he tried to not look at Damon's bottom half just yet; he managed to do that by taking Damon into a heavy amount of kisses.
Jamie pushed himself harshly into Damon, his own belt buckle digging into the singer's stomach. Damon forced his head back into the bunk behind him as Jamie continued forcefully kissing him, only resulting in more arousal for the blond down below. Getting rough with Jamie sure was hot and Damon found himself tightly grasping at Jamie's arse, which was still covered in jeans.
"You've still got your pants on!" Damon shouted, ripping his mouth away from Jamie's. "You've got me in my knickers and you're still in your damn pants!"
"Oh, fuck off, Damon!" Jamie retorted and grinned after that. "Over the last few years it's you who has a problem with how quickly you take off your stuff!"
Damon smirked to that. "That's because I like someone to talk me outta my clothes."
"Who started that with you anyway? Justine? Suzi? Jeez, it's the women that turned ya soft, innit?"
"Actually, it was Graham, you arse," Damon snapped back, "You callin’ Graham a bird, are ya?"
Jamie was slowly becoming frustrated with Damon. It was probably why over the last few years it was so hard to have sex with the damn bloke; he was getting far too stubborn for his age. He seemed bloody ages older than he truly was. Jamie rolled his eyes and shook his head softly.
"No, no, that's not what I meant, Damon," Jamie said. "I didn't think talking was that important to you."
"Well, it sorta is, Jamie," Damon said back quietly. "It's been like that with all my closest partners. Unless you're a groupie then, it don't matter... though I haven't had any of those since the nineties!" He finished that with a small laugh.
"‘Closest partners’? I'm flattered," Jamie murmured, leaning close into Damon again.
"Well, yes, you've certainly become one," Damon said sincerely, smile set on his mouth. "Lovely Jamie... Mhmm."
As Damon had said that, Jamie dropped his black and white striped shirt to the ground. There was a pause in any movement. With burrowing eyes, Damon watched Jamie's pale collarbones and chest thoroughly, eyes chasing around the area wildly. He rested a hand on Jamie's chest and leaned his face close to Jamie's neck.
"What're you doin’?" Jamie murmured, trying to get a look at Damon's face though he was hiding it well under Jamie's chin.
The shirtless men stood in silence for a few moments as Damon inspected the other skinny man. He crooked his neck and cocked his head, kissing Jamie lightly on his left collarbone. The kisses grew rough quickly. Damon wrapped his arms around Jamie's neck and placed harsh bites and nips all over the paler man's smooth skin.
Jamie couldn't stop giggling and stumbled back a bit into the bunk. "Oi, Damon, what're you doin’?" he asked again while chuckling.
"You've got lovely skin," Damon said simply, running his lips up and down Jamie's neck now. To this gesture, Jamie's lids fell a bit and he reclined his head, resting it against the bunk cushion behind himself. He rested a hand on Damon's hip and sighed in content, rubbing up and down like the blond had been placing his lips. "You do, you really do."
Their free hands found each other's. They always had.
"Hmm, Damon, you're too silly, y'know," Jamie said with a carefree laugh and he pushed his stomach back into Damon's, fingers still intertwined down near their hips. "Damon, love. You're getting carried away."
"Oh, Jamie!" Damon spoke in a tone that sounded of a ten year old not getting his way. "Just let me at ya. C'mon, it was always done your way when we had our times. Is it finally mine now?"
"This'll be like some cheesy, romantic love story, won't it?" Jamie retorted but his eyes remained playful. "Disney movie?"
"Shut it, you twat," Damon replied, eyes daringly looking back into Jamie's. "You think all Graham ‘n’ I shared was just lovely-dovey shit like that?" His hand moved from wrapped around Jamie's neck to the small of his back.
"You guys sounded like a romantic couple, in all honesty," Jamie said sweetly. Too sweetly. "You should've heard the things he said about ya when we had first met. Even Alex James thought you sounded like his lover, he told me."
Damon snorted to that and he blushed a little. He hadn't believed that Graham had talked about him all that much when Alex had first told him that, but Jamie reassuring it also happened? Well, it seemed more realistic now.
He reached forward to Jamie's neck once more and moved his lips right over the collarbone, pulling on the skin with his teeth. He'd leave a mark there. He'd leave one to let Jamie know that it wasn't just all fun and games.
"Ah, mmm," Jamie groaned. His blue eyes scrunched together in slight pain.
"Yeah, exactly," Damon muttered into the skin, placing a couple kisses over the swollen area to finish the job. "It wasn't all romance and sweet things. We had our fucking kinks."
"This sounds like the Albarn I know," Jamie sniggered and also winked.
"You talk. And I'll literally get down t’ business," Damon chuckled darkly, gently pushing Jamie down on the bed. Damon carefully rested himself down in front of Jamie on the bus floor and Jamie just laughed lightly at Damon.
"Literally down to business, eh?" He began wiggling off his jeans in front of the blond, who was enthusiastically placed in front of him. Damon helped pull Jamie's pants until they dropped down to his ankles. "You think you’re gonna make me go crazy. Just you wait, Albarn."
Damon laughed and just grinned widely up at Jamie. "Nice undies."
"Just marry me already, Damon! So many compliments, I thought you were my wife already!"
Damon growled angrily and just tugged at Jamie's underwear, revealing his rather flaccid penis. Jamie smiled sweetly and Damon scowled a bit at that, tugging the briefs all the way down.
"Not even turned on a bit?" Damon barked, and threw Jamie’s pants and underwear to the side with a snap of his wrist.
"Mmm, not really, love," Jamie said, and looked as though he were pondering something. He tapped his chin and tried to look distant in thought. "And funny thing is that you are. Maybe talking isn't always the way to get to a man's prick." He winked, yet again.
"You be quiet," Damon argued back, flushing badly at those words. He was still turned on a bit like Jamie had said. Clearly words did have a larger effect on the blond. "You may have your way with words, but wait until I'm done with your prick. I'm rather talented with my mouth."
Jamie laughed. "We all know that."
Damon raised his eyebrows to that and reached forward, brushing his fingers up and down Jamie's slack pole. Jamie raised his eyebrows also, leaned back on his palms of his hands, and tried to seem uninterested in Damon's careful touches.
Damon took Jamie's manhood into his left hand and began pumping slowly, eyes set on Jamie's face for any change in expression. His bright blue eyes gazed forward in determination, locked on the other set of blue.
It was when the singer got his tongue out and teasing that there was a stir on Jamie's face. The tip of Damon's tongue tormented the head of Jamie's cock fervently, swishing back and forth along the smooth skin. The blond's eyes stayed up and focused on Jamie's face. The artist's lips pulled tighter and he squinted his eyes a slight bit. Damon noticed and tried not smiling as his tongue continued flicking back and forth, back and forth.
Jamie let out a little gasp as Damon started taking the tip of his head into his mouth, all the while still flicking his tongue about. His finger tips were turning white as he grabbed at the bed sheets with great force. Jamie hadn't a clue how Damon could keep up with the motion of his tongue moving back and forth, and his lips moving up and down his shaft. He felt himself growing hot.
"Look how hard you are now," Damon said calmly, releasing Jamie's cock and it stood up on its own.
Jamie let out a shaky breath and nodded faintly, brushing at his forehead. His eyes gazed at his own straining cock hungrily and then shot to Damon. The bastard couldn't just stop there, what the Hell was he doing?
"Is ‘at fuckin’ pre-cum comin’ out of there?" Damon asked hoarsely, his tone also teasing. His blue eyes eyed Jamie's pulsing prick closely, and he found it arousing alone from watching the tiny bit of white liquid spill from his cock.
Jamie swallowed. He wouldn't beg. Damon would come back to him. He would.
Damon looked up, eyes gleaming madly. "Jamie, maybe you could talk to me a bit? Lemme know how you're feeling?"
He suddenly reached forward rather quickly and squeezed Jamie, resulting in the younger man jerking into Damon's tight grip. Damon released him again and lightly pinched his own two fingers together, index and thumb. He brought them to Jamie's head and pushed the fingers apart, dragging the pre-cum around in different parts of Jamie's penis.
"You're a fucking tease, Albarn, and you know it," Jamie snapped as Damon was pumping him again and rather too slow for his liking.
"Hmm? What's that?" Damon cooed softly. He brought his mouth to the tip of artist's staff and sucked harshly at it. Jamie let out a real moan to that. "I can't hear you." He took Jamie's head into his mouth, and began pushing it right and left along the inside of his cheek.
"O-oh, damn it. You're a bloody tease. Damn you," Jamie weakly murmured, closing his eyes in defeat. He hadn't even taken in as much cock as he possibly could and the musician had the artist succumbing to his sexual offering. "Mmm, yes..."
"You have such a big cock, Jamie," Damon murmured, removing Jamie from his mouth. His eyelids were heavy as he greedily stared down at Jamie's twitching cock. "I can't remember how I ever fit it at least even half way into my mouth."
Jamie groaned at those words. Maybe words were a little sexier with Damon than he used to remember.
"Uhhn, Damon, I'm gonna get you good," Jamie moaned loudly, throwing his head back. He licked at his lips multiple times as Damon began taking his dick further into his mouth. "Yes, yes, please."
"Mmm," Damon groaned in reply, holding Jamie's base steady while he sucked on Jamie heartily. He tried taking Jamie in as much as he possibly could, and his tongue vigorously bumped over veins and pushed roughly into Jamie's head.
"This is too good," Jamie said lowly, letting out a few pants. He tried not jerking further into Damon's mouth and the singer held a firm hand to hide base in reassurance of this. "Goddamn it, Albarn! I swear!"
Damon removed his mouth from Jamie's cock with a gasp for air, and then pumped slowly once more. Allowing that bit of relief on Jamie, the artist sighed in content, smiling at Damon.
"I forgot how good you were at that," Jamie sighed out, watching Damon still work at him.
Damon smiled weakly and licked at his lips. "Apology accepted."
"Sorry," Jamie added quickly with a shaky laugh.
Damon licked his way up Jamie's twitching staff a few more times and finally after, ceased all touches. He wanted Jamie at his hardest for himself. Damon, with a large smirk on his mouth, crawled onto the bed, and leaned over top of Jamie.
Part 3