Glastonbury Festival: Part Four

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Title: Glastonbury Festival
Author: haley_miller
Pairing: Damon/Jamie
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 5,402
Disclaimer: Don't own anything in relation to Gorillaz!
Notes: Just a warning: This was poorly proof read! I'll come back to it later. Enjoy!

As they were almost to the loos, Cass had spotted the two men again. Jamie grinned at his close friend, Damon also smiling tiredly at Cass as he departed from his conversation with some men to speak to them.

"Er, you look awful Damon," was the first thing the drummer had spoken to the pair of them.

Damon smiled tiredly and nodded. "Yes, well, I'd have to say it's Jamie's fault," he replied in a gravelly tone.

"Enjoy your time alone?" he had addressed the two of them. "I mean, seems as though not a bloke or bird headed back to the bus besides you."

"We surrrreee did," Jamie quipped back, saying the sentence rather slowly for emphasis. He winked at Cass and gestured a head movement to Damon.

Cass raised his eyebrows. "Ah!" He cleared his throat with a large smile. "Well, it doesn't surprise me! Shouldn't ask too much into that though, so I'll leave that story with the both of you."

Jamie and Damon both grinned at that.

"You're both being awful... creepy... also," Cass said slowly, blue eyes flickering between his friends. He then said very quickly, and not to mention, awkwardly, while clapping his hands together, "Well! I'll leave ya with that! Just wanted to see how you were doin’!"

Jamie chuckled. "Good night, Cass!"

"Good-bye, Damon and Jamie! I'll see ya whenever, may it even be tomorrow!" He smiled over his shoulder and travelled back to the other people he was originally talking to.

Damon slowly looked to Jamie's face and said flatly, "I hope he's drunk."

"As do I," was the short reply from Jamie, including a short laugh. "Now c'mon."

They went into the showers together, and it was a rather small looking building on the outside, but the inside looked a lot bigger than that. Damon had remembered it exactly like this. There were four stalls for showers with white curtains dangling in front of them and everything seemed rather clean; even the linoleum was shining as if it was mopped very recently.

"Well, here, hand me my soap and such and we can shower at the same time," Damon smiled, holding out his hand to Jamie.

Jamie furrowed his brow. "Er, Damon, you realise I only brought one bar of soap and one bottle of shampoo."

"Oh." Damon's eyebrows then pushed together like Jamie's. "That's fine. You can shower first and I'll wait until after! Or I can go grab my things back on the bus..."

"Damon," Jamie said sharply.

The blond looked on at Jamie in confusion. "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Damon, I'm saying that we should... you know," he grumbled, looking straight on at Damon's eyes.

"What?" Damon murmured, quite literally lost in the conversation.

"I did this so we could shower together," Jamie finalized.

Damon's mouth fell open. "Oh." He felt his face beginning to heat up in embarrassment.

"I thought you'd have realised by now," Jamie chuckled.

"Well, I'm not sure - it's that - are you sure you'd like to shower with me?" Damon muttered, eyes low.

Jamie chuckled, soaps and towels all in one hand, and his other moving under Damon's chin, lifting his face up. "Of course. What? You haven't showered with someone before?"

Damon shook his head, but then paused during mid shake. "I'm not sure if you'd count the one time when I was with..." he trailed off, looking confused. "Er, never mind. Yeah, I'll shower with you."

Jamie laughed. Damon was probably going to say "Graham", like he always had. Most of his first and sometimes only times had been with Graham. That fascinated Jamie though, how Damon could put so much time and effort and love into one other man, other than himself. It was incredible.

Damon had tugged off his shirt and was already removing his belt before Jamie snapped out of his thoughts. Damon cocked an eyebrow at him and the brunette shook his head, slid to the nearest stall, and pulled the curtain back. He set the stuff down in there on the shelf and started taking off his clothes also.

"Why would they put that shelf in the stall? I mean, I know it's so other people won't steal your shit but wouldn't it get a bit wet?" Damon thought aloud.

Jamie nodded, working at his buckle. "It might."

The cartoonist's blue eyes floated to the area behind Damon and he looked at the door they had just come into moments before. It had a twist lock on it and Jamie laughed, moving to the door again.

"Hmm?" Damon asked, while dropping his pants. He turned to watch Jamie.

"It can be locked." He pointed to the twist handle. "This is also insanely idiotic because some musicians could want to shower at the same time as other musicians. Maybe the creators of these sorts of buildings, here at least, were a bit daft?"

Damon laughed at Jamie's assumption. "Okay, now, c'mon, get back over here to me." He held out a shaky arm, and Jamie looked up and down at him once thoroughly, as he was only sporting his skivvies now.

He locked the door and moved back to Damon, carefully resting an arm around his back, while staying in front of him. Damon smiled softly and bowed his head a slight bit. The blond reached in for a moment to place a small chaste kiss upon Jamie's lips and when he pulled back, his lips still lingered above his mouth.

"Hmm," Jamie murmured with a smile.

Damon looked a bit unsure of that noise. His mouth was parted a tiny bit and he was breathing back into Jamie's mouth. His hand was now resting on Jamie's chest.

"Jamie..."

"Yes, Damon?"

Damon smiled weakly, running his nails down Jamie's shirt. "I'm not sure. Um, just take off your stuff soon so you can join me," he murmured with a small smile, then walking by the artist to the stall.

Jamie's eyes followed Damon closely as he wiggled out of his underwear, leaving him entirely naked for Jamie to admire yet again. He felt like he was always in a sudden perpetual state of admiration when viewing Damon's body. Every curve, hair and part of his skin was just beautiful. It was beautiful to Jamie, at least.

Soon all of their clothes were on the floor, including the towels that Damon placed back into the pile, and both men were standing in the stall together, curtain closed. Jamie gazed into Damon's eyes with a soft look of his own, staring deeply in the pools of Damon's revealing look that he so often found himself getting lost in.

He reached by Damon's shoulder, extending his arm to the back wall and pushed in the shower button. Warm water was right away pouring down between the two men, slightly brushing down Damon's left side and completely soaking Jamie's arm. Smiles were shared and hearts accelerated from the immense loving stares given.

Damon moved first under the head of the shower, eyes tightly shutting. He held his breath as water down poured down all sides of his head. He wanted to be soaking wet. He felt Jamie's hand touching his arm while under the water. It felt weird with someone else while experiencing a shower. Was it possible to still have that time of being quiet, calm and to think while another being was in the shower with you?

Jamie moved under the water with Damon, holding him close. A hand moved its way around Damon's back, taking him into some sort of side hug. Fingers danced along the blond's collar bone while he removed his head from the heavy water, though eyes still closed. Lips were soon at his collar bone and Damon let out a calm sigh, rolling his neck the opposite way of the kisses. His own hand was clamping at Jamie's farthest shoulder.

"I'd just want you to know how much I really do love you, Damon," Jamie spoke lowly, but loud enough to be heard over the constant noise of running water.

"Jamie, I love you so much too," Damon whispered back softly, leaning back into the artist in the water.

Jamie smiled softly to that and reached forward, bending down to the shampoo and soap he had brought. He grabbed the shampoo first and offered the bottle to Damon. He gratefully took it. He was assuming his hair had looked terrible, even though it was very short.

The bottle was then shared with Jamie after Damon took a glob of it, moved from under the water and to the side, beginning to lather his hair. He tightly shut his eyes and faced the direction of Jamie, laughing softly.

"I must look silly," Damon commented quietly.

"Naw, you look lovely. Besides, everyone makes silly faces when they got their eyes all scrunched up like yours."

Damon laughed softly and then was stunned to no laughter as Jamie's mouth pushed into his own. He wasn't expecting a kiss at all while his eyes were shut tight and he suddenly smiled under the soft kiss. It wasn't rough; no, Jamie was being very careful and calm of the gesture. It was loving. Damon reached out, blindly, and managed to find Jamie's neck, pulling him closer.

When they had stopped, Damon ducked under the water and roughly brushed his hands through his hair, trying to scrub the soap out. As Damon felt his hair was cleaned of any leftover shampoo, he ran his hands over his face under the water, and came out from the spray of it yet again.

He pried open his bright blue eyes and they spied upon Jamie, who was now leaning his head back under the water, scrubbing away at his hair. Jamie began smiling as if though he could tell Damon was watching him and Damon smiled too, moving closer.

The blond ran one hand down Jamie's neck, removing some of the soap that was resting there and was missed. His other hand went to Jamie's collar bone, caressing the wet surface with a gentle touch. Out of nowhere, Jamie moved his head from out of the water as rested it on Damon's shoulder. The vocalist smiled and wrapped both of his arms around Jamie's neck. They swayed on their heels while under the water, holding each other close.

Damon never thought something like this could be experienced in a shower. It wasn't anything sexual. It was just nice. He pushed his face into Jamie's exposed shoulder, hiding his mouth in the artist's skin. His trembling got a bit worse and he hid his entire face into Jamie's skin, never wanting to let go.

"Damon?"

He nodded once.

"You don't need to get overclempt or anything of the sort, love."

He shook his head.

Jamie's fingers were then running through Damon's slick hair. He held Damon close as though he'd never let go either. He wouldn't. They'd never be apart.

They still were swaying.

Damon was the first one to pull away. He knew that they'd always be together, but not physically. He didn't even have to worry about that right now though. He'd be with Jamie for the rest of this gigantic world tour, anyway.

He had murmured to the artist that he needed to wash his body now, sounding a slight bit desperate. He hadn't wanted to feel embarrassed with Jamie close by and knowing that he smelled bad. From his nostrils and knowledge, he wasn't the prettiest thing to smell at the moment.

Jamie leaned close, giving a sensual little look. "I could always lick ya clean, Damon." He was playing, and Damon giggled to that, shaking his head in slight disgust.

Damon snatched the bar of soap off the short shelf for himself and held it under the water for a moment so he'd be able to lather it. After rubbing his hands on the surface long enough, soon he was scrubbing at his skin with a free hand, moved to the side out of the water and holding the bar of soap in a tight grasp.

"Allow me," Jamie spoke softly.

Damon glanced to Jamie out of the corner of his eye and he felt fingers slip between his own, removing the soap from his hand. Damon stood still and noticed that Jamie moved closer, allowing the water to hit him while Damon was standing to the side. Jamie was running the soap roughly in his hands and was suddenly massaging the singer's back. To the touch, Damon's cringed and hunched forward a bit more than he already was.

"Relax," the other ensured.

It was hard to do that when he has always been so self-conscious of his back. The only three people that he allowed to actually have a good look at him like this was Jamie, Suzi and of course Graham. He wouldn't let anyone else. Not anymore, that is. When he was drunk and younger, he was a bit more carefree when it came to that factor of his body, but definitely not as he'd aged.

Jamie ran his hands carefully up and down Damon's back, along his broad shoulders, all the way down to his tailbone. He moved closer to Damon, away from the water, yet it still ran down Jamie's back and while his hands stayed on the singer's back, he pushed his mouth into the nape of Damon's neck. Damon cringed again.

"Have you always been like this?"

Damon shook his head softly. "No, it's happened as I've gotten older."

"Why's that now?" Jamie asked with a slight smile.

Damon smiled stupidly, looking over his shoulder at Jamie. "It's always been a thing of mine to impress people. And having a bad back does not necessarily contribute... to that factor."

"You're lovely," Jamie replied quietly, moving his mouth to the back of Damon's neck again, placing kissed over the damp skin.

"Damn, Jamie, you're too nice to me, y'know?" Damon sighed. "Now, give me that soap so I can clean my bottom half. I'll do that myself."

Jamie obliged and then sniggered, realising why Damon would prefer to do it himself. As Damon turned, the artist winked.

The shower had gone by relatively quick after that. Damon had never experienced anything like that and never thought to have another experience like that again. Jamie was extremely lovely to shower with, and they would probably not be able to do that for long while either - or maybe never again.

That bit had him quite upset, but then again, it meant that the moment would be a lot more meaningful in the future. They could talk about this for years to come and have a chuckle of it when they were old men.

Getting out, they had both realised that they did not grab a new pair of clothing. Jamie suggested that they could just go out in their towels while holding their things and Damon agreed to that.

"Jamie," Damon murmured, stopping in the middle of the shower room behind Jamie. The artist was at the door, unlocking it. Damon's hands gripped at his clothing more tightly. "Er..."

Jamie turned to face Damon with a snarky smile on his face. It was friendly though, so Damon proceeded to slide closer to the other man.

"I just wanted to thank you again for before the concert. And after the concert, including that shower," he said quietly, eyes not able to keep contact with the other set. "Thank you."

Jamie smile grew more serious and Damon had realised that when he was only centimetres away from the other. Hugging him close, Damon confirmed for a fact that he truly appreciated how nice Jamie was being to him over the course of today. Jamie gratefully hugged back.

Damon wanted to kiss him. He felt his body not being able to gravitate away but he was juggling clothing, plus a shampoo bottle in his hand. Jamie was also awkward of his own body language, his hands also full of clothing and the bar of soap. They shared soft smiles instead, eyes glancing eagerly at one another's. They'd have to kiss later.

With his hands full, Jamie wrapped an arm around Damon's naked back and they headed back to the buses together. The creators of Gorillaz got little to no attention as they were walking back. Everyone was far too drunk to care about the half naked middle-aged men.

Back in the bus, Jamie slyly moved by Damon, another smile spreading his lips. He tugged Damon along by his towel, curling his fingers into the blond's towel. He urged him along, Damon's eyes wearing a curious expression.

Jamie dropped his clothing on a nearby bunk and Damon put his on the one behind. The brunette then pulled Damon close, kissing at his face.

"Goddamn it, Damon Albarn," Jamie growled, pushing his nose and mouth roughly over Damon's cheek and mouth. "Damn it."

Damon went to question what was wrong, but stalled in his own speech. He was quiet while Jamie still kissed at him.

"I don't know why you aren't all mine," Jamie hissed, tugging at Damon's ears roughly. The blond looked a little bothered at how rough Jamie was being, but the gesture was clearly there out of reassurance. Jamie wanted Damon all to himself and forever; even Damon was capable of reading these things from the artist. He pushed his face into the singer's shoulder. "Damon..."

"Aww, Jamie, well, I'm ‘ere for now, eh, mate?" Damon grinned, "Besides, I think we're gonna be together for a while, love."

Jamie grinned back in his normal, goofy manner. It always frightened Damon a bit when Jamie became too serious.

"I'm thinking too far ahead."

"Right you are." Damon pointed at him.

"Okay, pyjamas or whatever. Let's head to bed. I'm gonna fall asleep standing up," Jamie commented lowly, sauntering back from Damon. He ran his hands up and down his face as he turned back from Damon, bending down to his suitcase under the bunk

Damon exhaled loudly, the sound lingering within the bus as Jamie rustled through his bag. He ran a hand back through his slightly damp hair and peered back at the bunk they had just previously had intercourse on. The sheets would be disgusting. He bent down and began tugging off at least the top blanket. That'll have to do.

He shoved it under the bunk and began searching for his own pyjamas. Jamie was already dressed, then mumbling something about heading back to brush his teeth. Damon was in the small bathroom with Jamie in moments, them both squeezing into the small compartment, tooth brushes in hand. Damon's stomach hugged close against Jamie's back and they had both been watching each other in the mirror, eyes glazed over in content. Even sharing simple moments like this were incredibly heart-warming.

Jamie was chuckling darkly at Damon because the blond wasn't exactly able to keep his hands off the other. While Jamie was trying to brush his teeth, Damon had his arms around Jamie's waist, and his mouth pressed into the back of his neck. Jamie asked if he'd ever be able to leave his poor self alone tonight and Damon playfully reminded that he never, ever would.

"Oh, Jamie, if you gained seven stone, I'd still bug ‘n’ love the Hell outta ya!" Damon grinned, still hugging Jamie close.

The artist removed the brush from his mouth to speak. "Yes, well, if you lost two stone, grew your hair out, and looked like your old, ugly nineties self, I'd still bug ya and love ya too, you prat."

Damon's face went instantly offended after Jamie placed the toothbrush back in his own mouth. He didn't speak back, just furrowed his brow and pouted his mouth like a ten year old boy who had just lost a bet over a game of who'd win a football match. It was a ridiculous thing to witness and Jamie allowed himself to laugh.

"I love you, you silly bloke," Jamie teased lightly, spitting out the excess paste in his mouth.

"‘Ugly’?!" Damon said, sounding appalled. "You didn't think I was the most beautiful Britpop boy out there?"

"Well, that Liam Gallagher had some definite beauty over your gorgeous arse," Jamie joked, touching Damon's arms wrapped around his waist playfully.

Damon laughed at Jamie's joke. "Oh yes, well, I could never beat a unibrow like that."

They both then burst into laughter.

Getting back to the bunks after their teeth were brushed, Damon pulled Jamie close to him with a small laugh. He snuggled his face to Jamie's neck and sighed in relief. A quiet bus was quite the endearing treat. Damon hadn't experienced anything like this in years.

"Where're the lights in ‘ere?" Jamie mumbled to Damon, eyes flickering in all directions around the bus. This was a sign that Jamie was tired and Damon knew that. Even when they had lived together in their old flat, Jamie was constantly asking for the lights to be off everywhere.

The blond had let go of Jamie, and pointed vaguely somewhere up near the front. Jamie made a small huff as he got up and Damon shuffled back on the bunk, pulling the blankets open for both of the men.

There was a temporary blindness for both of them as the lights flicked off. Jamie was stumbling his way back along to the bunks and Damon was blinking repeatedly in the darkness, trying to see if any extra light could be found. Their eyes were accustomed to the change soon and there was a faint light from outside of the bus seeping in through the large, tinted windows.

Damon let out as small gasp as the bed creaked and Jamie's face was right in front of his, the outline of his head and body barely being seen. The singer smile and reached out blindly, finding what felt like Jamie's neck.

"Damon?" Jamie murmured.

He felt Jamie's breath hit his face, so he knew the other was close. And that was a really nice feeling.

Damon's face cringed a bit as sudden fingers touched his face. He felt the other man's smooth fingers run down his nose twice, then slid over to his left cheekbone. Jamie touched Damon's softly there and finally resulted in careful caresses on the side of his face and ear.

"Jamie..." Damon said back. "Gosh, you have beautiful, beautiful hands."

Jamie chuckled softly. "I don't know why they are so soft. I've asked myself that for years, you know. I like your hands, though. The hands of a reeeaal man."

Damon could have sworn that Jamie winked. "Hmm, really now? What makes them any different than yours?"

"Our talks are so silly," Jamie murmured and sighed in content. "Talking of hands, Dames... but, ah, you know. You can tell yours have been through a lot."

The side of Damon's face was then exposed to the air than to Jamie's careful touch. Jamie's fingers were intertwined with his own now, feeling them.

"You've used them a lot. They're a bit raw, you've probably realised yourself. The finger tips are softer than the rest, which means you play instruments... and the fingers are rough from other endeavours, you know. Dishes, many dishes."

Damon smiled at Jamie in the darkness.

"You've got shorter nails than me also. Meaning you cut them more often... also meaning that you have your hands very busy. Piano, for example... you may want your nails short for playing."

"You sound like Sherlock Holmes, love," Damon laughed back, squeezing at Jamie's fingers. "Describing my hands."

"You asked for it, twat," Jamie joked.

Damon smiled wider and moved his face so it was under Jamie's chin. He pushed his nose into the rough stubble situated on the highest part of Jamie's neck, just under his jaw. Damon carefully rested an arm over Jamie's waist and exhaled loudly again.

"This is probably one of the best nights in my life," Damon concluded.

"Best? In your entire, little life?" Jamie asked, actually a bit shocked by these words.

Damon nodded. "I-I ... it was nice."

Jamie grinned and pushed his face through Damon's slightly damp and sweet smelling hair. The shampoo they had taken was slightly vanilla scented and that was such a delicious smell to the artist, especially on the likes of Damon's head. He kissed through his hair while pressing a firm hand on the back of singer's head to pull him closer.

"I do do a lot of dishes," Damon agreed to what Jamie had said.

Jamie's face cracked into a smile.

"I do them with Suzi," Damon said quietly. "I really like doing dishes, you know. Even if that sounds rather gay. And cooking is nice too."

"You were a great cook," Jamie commented lightly, previously remembering the great meals they had shared together whilst living in the same flat for a long while.

"Oh, Suzi," Damon suddenly moaned. He pushed his face further in Jamie's neck and softly groaned again. "She'd hate me. She'd hate me if she knew what went on tonight."

"Damon..." Jamie murmured back.

"It's okay," Damon replied. "I bring these things upon myself, you must realise. I don't blame any of this on you... it's so lovely."

Jamie smiled, albeit a bit reluctant. Damon had always gotten a bit sad or off after things like this. He was used to it.

"I think Missy would be more upset."

Jamie could not reply. How could he? He thought of his girlfriend, Kate, back at home... and his boys, Rocky and Denholm. What would they think of him if they knew he loved Damon as much as he secretly did?

"Trust me, Dames, I doubt my family'd be much impressed either if that cheers ya up," Jamie said. "Besides the point, I love you."

The artist felt the singer snuggle closer and a small giggle escaped from the blond's mouth, leaving a sweet taste to the air of the bus.

"I love you too, Jamie," Damon smiled. "You're such a special person."

Jamie sniggered, pulling back and kissing what he believed to be Damon's forehead in the darkness. It was all so warm. Their feelings and the bus temperature. It was inviting to the senses and they were both content.

"Aww, Damon, gettin’ all soppy with me, are ya," he said lightly, raising tired eyebrows.

"‘Course, Hewlett, only with you," Damon chuckled.

Damon soon fell asleep after those words and Jamie waited quietly in the dark. He whispered Damon's name twice, receiving no reply but only the sound of soft snores. With his arms tight around Damon, he couldn't help smiling again. This was so beautiful. He wanted to spend every night of the rest of his life with Damon exactly like this.

He lightly brushed his hands through Damon's bright hair in the darkness of the bus. Everything was in its right place, but only temporarily, and the artist then felt some melancholic, heart wrenching feeling rush through him. It was awful, but nice as well, because it had meant that he had truly loved Damon a lot more than he really thought he did. It was all too bittersweet.

Gnawing at his lips, he let out another, "I love you."

Damon stirred, but only slightly.

"I love you so fucking much, you couldn't possibly understand how damn much. It's un-fucking-believable," he whispered harshly, lips moving quickly as they nuzzled against Damon's clumpy hair.

His eyes got hot and for a moment, Jamie Hewlett felt like he was going to cry. He had not cried since... well, he couldn't even remember last. This feeling was indescribable, and even if Damon was awake in this moment, he probably wouldn't even understand the cartoonist's thought process.

He blinked, and he blinked until the feeling passed. Smiling sadly, he moved his face into Damon's hair and let out a long sigh. He soon also fell to sleep, shortly after the other had.

*

A low rumble woke him up from underneath the bed mattress. Large inhale was taken in through the nose, and an exhale through the mouth. He was on his stomach and his bottom half, including his back, was full of aches and pains. Grabbing the blanket that had been pulled up to his mid-back, he suddenly threw it over his head, and groaned loudly.

The bus was moving.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead!" called a young female voice.

Damon Albarn had wanted to tell them to piss off and that he was in agony, but he had recognised the voice as his own daughter's. He smiled widely under the blankets and the bed creaked loudly. She was pressing her hands onto the curve of her daddy's back.

"Dad," Missy called to him.

"Love," he called back softly, his voice a soft whisper.

"It's only nine-ish, but everyone's kinda up, including mum and Jamie," she murmured, now kneeling in front of the lump of blankets which was her father.

"Can you bring me Jamie, dear?" he asked warily.

There wasn't a reply, but a scurry of footsteps, heading down the aisle of the bus. It was moments later when he heard a familiar chuckle and someone softly touching his back through the blankets.

"Up now?" Jamie asked, prying back the blanket off of Damon's head and peeking down at him.

The blond raise his head from the pillow and gazed tiredly up at the artist, craning his neck in a way that seemed extremely uncomfortable. He yawned, his eyes welling up with tears. He nodded slightly, smiling up at Jamie, and propped up on his elbows. Reaching up with a weary arm, he wrapped it around Jamie's neck, pulling the other's face closer to his own.

Jamie gave him a stern look.

"Jamie, I realise that Suzi is in here, but I need to speak to you," Damon said lowly. "Come with me back to the loo."

Damon let him go, allowing him to stand straight, and Jamie began to the back of the bus, Damon following soon after.

Now, the bathroom of the bus wasn't exactly the most sanitary and great smelling place to have a conversation, but it was the only quiet one. The bus was always buzzing with excitement, usually talk of upcoming shows and how much money they'd make from it all, how many tickets they'd sell, et cetera. Damon enjoyed the exuberance of all the members smiling and chatting away, but he found that he sometime deserved his quiet time.

"Listen, Jamie," Damon started, his face contorted in a way that looked mildly upset. He was touching at his own neck gingerly. "About last night..."

Jamie's mouth parted in question. "Don't say what I think you're gonna say, you little-"

"No, no," Damon interrupted. "It meant the world to me, it did."

Jamie grinned in relief. He reached forward touching Damon in the only way he felt he could touch the other. Fingers graced the nape of his neck and jaw line, dancing across his rough hair.

"It's just-" Damon sighed. "It can't have interrupted anything of my personal life, you know? I love you so damn much... And... I love Suzi as well."

The artist smiled meagrely. "Well, yes, I understand that. It's the same with my girl and kids."

Damon smiled also, in content. "Okay. So we've gotten that figured out."

Jamie nodded.

It was so bittersweet.

And they began frowning.

Damon leaned his face into Jamie's collarbone, inhaling at his wonderful smell. Suzi had never smelled like this before.

"I don't want to end this badly," Jamie muttered, pushing his mouth into the side of Damon's face. He kissed his cheek and then the corner of his eye.

Damon agreed. "Well, have more little dates like that, all right?"

"‘Dates’?" Jamie wiggled his eyebrows and Damon giggled quietly. "Okay, Albarn. Of course we will, love."

"We-we'll just... we'll have to just keep this out of our regular, everyday lives, okay? This'll just be something..." He sighed again, shaking his head. "Something..."

Jamie finished for him, "This'll be something different. And something that occasionally every once in a while is... a fresh breath of air, you know?"

Damon began beaming at that and pushed his mouth back into Jamie's for another quick kiss.

Jamie burst into laughter.

"Now, now, how about we finish this later in Devon?"