New Story: Plastic Beaches
Title: Plastic Beaches
Pairing: Jamie/Damon. Duh!
Era: 2008
Rating: R (well, for this chapter.)
Wordcount: 3,846 words
Disclaimer: I do not own beautiful Damon Albarn or the brilliant artist, Jamie Hewlett.
Author Notes: Hello! Putting up a chapter of my newest little story of Jamie and Damon. This is supposed to be a oneshot... but now I have multiple ideas coming into my head? I may continue with them... *thinks* I also have to finish up my other story, but that'll be easy enough, seeing as it only has one chapter left. Well, enjoy! :)
Damon was always fond of collecting glass and plastic off of the beach. When it was not too rainy, and Suzi was at home watching Missy, he always took the time to visit the beach nearby his home. There was always something that fascinated him about the shards of whatever he found in the sand... he never knew what it was, though.
Even when he was younger and hanging out with his old mate, Graham, the two of them would scour the beaches near Hazel’s and Keith’s big home, searching for glasses and plastics. Damon had managed to keep little collections here and there, but always ending up misplacing them. Either while moving, travelling or just losing it within his own flats during the years.
The musician wanted to head to the beach again, seeing as it was finally sunny out. It was too good of a chance to give up and being that Suzi was home with Missy at the flat, he departed from his home, walking down the busy London streets.
It was the beginning of summer 2008; July 2008 to be more precise. The production of Damon’s musical opera ‘Monkey’ had just ended a week before. The last showing was at the London Royal Opera House and it was a large production, causing the old bugger to be completely dead-tired and over-worried for such a little thing. Damon had been performing all of his life... but he felt that this had to turn out perfect. He also knew that it wasn’t actually the end of his ‘Monkey’... seeing as they, being Damon, Jamie and Chen Shi-Zheng, had one more show left to get together for, for presenting. But he wasn’t planning on getting together with them again until at least in 2009. A break would be nice, he had told himself.
When reaching the beach and looking along the water’s edge, the first thing he noticed was that it was very soothing. It was finally calming him a down a bit after ‘Monkey’. He had been jumpy, happy, nervous, angry, any feeling you could pretty much think of during the whole production. His feelings could go on and on if someone were to describe his life in the years of 2007 and 2008. Damon had pretty much felt like some bitchy woman that couldn’t calm herself no matter what she could try and do. That’s what Jamie had described him as and Damon remembered snorting at him angrily, shooting every insult he could think of in the artist's way. He found himself laughing softly at his memory, shoving his fists into his jacket’s pockets.
Before getting anywhere near the water, the forty year old removed his sneakers and socks, tucking his socks into his shoes and leaving them to sit in the sand, as he began to search for glass and plastic along the shoreline. Usually he found the best looking pieces of whatever he wanted along the water’s edge.
He caught himself humming one of his older songs, not even sure of which one it was. It was a Gorillaz one though... reminding him of 2005 and being with Jamie. Yes, he had been with Jamie during all of the production of 'Monkey' but they weren't exactly on friendly terms with each other. It had been like the times when Blur was on tour at around the 13 era. They did speak to each other when they had to, but they were barely ever speaking about nice things. Usually vulgarities and arguments were thrown around every which way. Just like Jamie and Damon recently.
Maybe it was all of Damon's fault, he had thought to himself. Like in Blur, arguments were pretty terrible while he was in the band and now finding himself in Gorillaz, he and Jamie were beginning to argue. The arguments were a lot less vicious though and they didn't rip at the other like wild animals. No, they were just small verbal arguments that made Damon feel small and made him keep his mouth shut for a while after them.
A piece of plastic caught his eye, as he was hunched over and searching. A sudden grin spread across his face from ear to ear, and he bent down a bit more, pulling it out of the wet sand. Inspecting it closely, his nose scrunched up at it. It was small, round and light blue in colour. Wiping the sand off of it onto his trousers, he pocketed the plastic and continued his search.
Feeling the back of his pants getting wet from wandering along the water's edge, he began to roll up his jeans. He flattened out the rolls of his pants and continued along the beach shoreline. Every time a new piece of glass or plastic was found, he threw it into his pant pocket. Maybe at home he could find some little box or something to keep all of his collected pieces together.
"Oi! Albarn!" a voice had called from way behind him, down the shoreline.
Picking up another piece of glass, he quickly threw it into his pocket and turned around, the balls of his heels sinking into the sand deeper.
"Jamie," Damon sighed, not in an angry manner though. He just... sighed.
The artist jogged over towards Damon, a small smile across his lips. "Hello. I stopped by your house and Suzi said you were down at the beach. Takin' a break?"
"Suppose so," Damon chuckled, turning back to the water. His eyes wandered along the water of where it seemed to end way, way out there. "I've always really liked beaches."
Jamie moved beside him, sighing as well. His eyes also watched along the water’s horizon, the colour resembling his own deep blue eyes. "I know you have. But y'know... not much time for vacations 'cos a Monkey, right? How are you?"
"So so," Damon stated lowly, his voice fading into the sound of the waves. "I'm happy that we finally got a break, yeah? Just been straight up from Demon Days 'til now. The rest of the year off would be nice."
"Yeah, we're getting the rest of it off. 'Til January, actually. One more show for ‘Monkey’ and then it's done."
Damon nodded unconsciously, not really paying much attention to the artist anyway and he turned away from the other, beginning to search for more pieces of plastic.
"Wha-what are you doin’?" Jamie said, cautiously stepping around the oncoming waves.
"Collecting plastic and glass. That’s probably the only reason why I like the beach," Damon explained softly, shooting a weak smile back at his friend. Jamie was going to ask why, thinking to himself that it was such an absurd way to enjoy the beach, but Damon answered his question. "Me and Graham used to go along the beach near my old home in Colchester. Collected stuff there, y’know? I had my little collections of plastic and glasses all the time."
"Ah..." Jamie uneasily answered. "Interesting... er, Damon... you want help?" Jamie sauntered after Damon, continuing to follow him through the wet sand.
"Sure," Damon softly said, bending down to pick up another of plastic. "Take off your shoes first though."
Jamie groaned, undoing his pumps and tossing them a few good feet away from the water. Damon was a long bit away from Jamie now and he jogged again to catch up with his friend. "Are you avoiding me, Day?"
"Er, no. I haven’t done this in a while actually... I miss it. And - ah... not avoiding you. Once again, stating. It’s just... I’m tired. And I’m missing relaxing."
"Oh... ‘kay. Y’know, I miss the good ol’ days. I-I know you said you weren’t avoiding me... but, ah. I somehow feel you are a tad bit."
Damon found a small smile creeping onto his face. "I feel as if you are getting to become clingy."
"Well, y’know..." Jamie trailed off, "I’m not. I just wanted to see you again after 'Monkey'." His eyes began to search the sand like Damon’s were. "I wanted to apologize."
"Very un-Jamie like." Damon snorted, finding a very pretty pink piece of worn down glass. He picked it up and placed it in his pocket with the rest of his findings. "For what?" He peered back over his shoulder at Jamie, slowing down quite a bit.
"For us arguing. It’s been bad. And it’s not all your fault."
Damon stopped walking and Jamie bumped into him, smacking his nose off of Damon’s back. "Ouch," he had said into Damon’s shirt, pulling away and then rubbing at his nose.
"Oh..." Damon mumbled, turning to look back at Jamie. He awkwardly flexed his fingers and hands, feeling as though they needed to be doing something else but staying at his sides. "I’m sorry too, then. Since you’re sorry..."
Jamie chuckled lowly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah. Why the fuck is this so awkward?" Jamie laughed, his own hands grabbing one another behind his back.
"I don’t know," Damon said in a tone that hinted that he was agreeing. Apologizing didn’t have to be so hard... even to one of his best mates! "I don’t say sorry."
"Well, neither do I. Less than you. I should have guilt-tripped you into it first-- woulda been less awkward with a little git like you sayin’ it first."
"Fuck off!" Damon laughed and shoved at Jamie, pushing at his shoulder.
"No, you fuck off, you wanker!" Jamie laughed maniacally, pushing at Damon with both of his hands.
"You’re gonna knock me in the water..." Damon grabbed Jamie’s shirt, preparing to drag him down with him if it happened.
"Better you than me!"
With a wild grin on his face, Damon forced all of his body weight against Jamie, knocking him down into the shallow water along with his own body. A loud splash emitted beneath them and Jamie yelped, Damon still laughing at him.
Clenching his teeth, Jamie laughed through his wicked grin and completely pushed Damon off of him, into the dry sand nearby. Leaping towards Damon like a young child playing with his brother in the sand, he moved on top of his heavier friend and pinned him down in the sand. Damon was going nowhere. Nowhere at all.
"Ew, Jamie... you got sand all over me and I’m wet." Damon said, clearly disgusted at the way the sand felt on his back. His pretty nose scrunched up at the awkward feeling on his back.
Jamie smiled pleasantly, still towering over her helpless friend.
"You’re smiling fucking weirdly..." Damon mentioned, his eyes growing slightly wider.
Jamie let out a small sigh, moving his head down beside Damon’s left cheek. He planted a kiss right beside Damon’s ear.
"J-Jay..." Damon moaned, tossing his head away from Jamie’s mouth, leaving it to hang open slightly. "I thought you said we weren’t going to do this anymore." Jamie pulled away, slightly hurt and Damon looked up at Jamie weakly, his eyes growing sad.
"I know." Jamie stated. "But I don’t fucking care." It was almost as in a way, he was pleading.
"S-Suzi..." Damon grumbled. She was always in the way. And she always made Damon feel like a guilty little fuck whenever he would go and do something with Jamie.
"But..." Jamie caressed Damon’s cheek, his thumb lightly running along Damon’s bottom lip. "I love you."
"How much has that sentence been thrown around in this... weird..." He began to point in between himself and Jamie. "...thing - this fucked up thing we have."
"It’s not fucked up!" Jamie snapped, suddenly moving down onto Damon’s lips, taking him into a pleasurable kiss. Damon reluctantly gave in; melting into Jamie’s loving lips. There’s no way he could stop himself from faltering underneath Jamie.
"I love you too," Damon moaned, between slight kisses on the lips. "I do, Jamie, I’m sorry." He ran his hands through Jamie’s hair, smiling up at his thinner mate. "I've been such a soddin' arse recently too," Damon groaned, his eyes full of sorrow as he tried to watch his friend's blue eyes.
"S' all right," Jamie mumbled, more so concentrated with planting kisses on every part of skin on Damon's face. "All's forgiven."
Damon laughed softly and sincerely. He placed his two aged hands on both sides of Jamie's face, stopping him from smothering the vocalist with any more kisses. "Jamie... This thing-- it is real... right?" Damon didn’t ever feel too sure about Jamie. He had always been slightly frightened him, as though Jamie may one day run off and never come back.
"It is. It has been the entire time, seriously." Jamie's playful face going straight. "It's-it's just the girlfriend... y'know, I got her, but you're more than her, Day. You little fucker, you're practically my own little sun." He began to smile wickedly again.
Damon's face remained expressionless but on the inside, he really enjoyed being called Jamie's little sun, though the artist's filthy mouth always had a way of delivering the message a bit awkwardly.
"I know," Damon whispered weakly, his palms of his hand staying on Jamie's face. "I know you do." The vocalist began to smile more widely, as he repositioned his arms around Jamie’s neck and he moved his face up a bit, his forehead pressing against the artist’s.
"You’re so lovely," Jamie chuckled in a Jamie-ish manner. "Really. I see what they all see in you."
"Do ya now?" Damon laughed airily, resting his entire figure more comfortably back down into the sand.
No word of reply was returned but a simple, awkward kiss was, making Damon squirm while many different feelings rushed through his blood. His cheeks burned every time he had kissed Jamie, and it was something he had never grown accustom to. Jamie giving him pecks or complete snogs... it always overwhelmed him in ways he could not explain.
Their lips keeping in contact, it began to get hotter between the two middle-aged men. Jamie positioned his knee right between Damon’s two legs, brushing and nudging it against Damon’s groin area. Arms securely wrapped around Jamie’s neck, Damon pulled his head back from Jamie’s and he moaned lowly.
Grinning slyly, Jamie kissed along Damon’s face to his neck, then leaving little loving kisses all the way down his shirt to his belt buckle.
"Ohhhh Jamie," Damon swallowed, slightly nervous. "You’re doin’ this here?"
"Ahh, maybe," Jamie said delicately, running his boney fingers along Damon’s belt buckle. His eyes floated up towards Damon’s, whom was positioned sitting up slightly, elbows burying into the sand. "S’ okay, ya snot. There’s nobody even around." A crooked smirk from the thinner man was given to his mate.
"Er, okay," Damon gave in, voice cracking unintentionally.
Resting back down, he sighed and closed his blue-green eyes tightly. They better not be caught...
The belt was undone quickly by Jamie’s nimble fingers and suddenly there was contact from his slightly cool fingers, making Damon shift and moan at the same time.
An irregular pace from Jamie’s hand, made Damon begin to feel very antsy from the slow and then quick movement. Shivers ran through his body at the uneven pace of Jamie’s hand, the entire up and down movement was driving him insane. "J-Jamie..." Damon panted, his back arching, eyes squeezing together very tightly. "What the fuck. Just take me in already."
"Hmm?" Jamie’s pace slowed again, causing Damon to become slightly agitated, but even more aroused from Jamie’s talented fingers. "Ohh, I see. You’re in a rush. Well, no no, that’s not happening, Day. We’re in no rush, love."
"God damn it, Jamie Hewlett! You are such a tease!" Damon shouted, his fists gripping at the sand tightly for support that it would never give. "Why do you-- ahhhh..." Jamie quickened the movement of his hand and Damon swallowed, getting more aroused than ever. "... Why do you d-do this to me?"
"It's all included in my very own bundle of love that I offer to the one who wants it most!" Jamie snickered.
Jamie then moved his face down towards Damon's aroused member, and he ran his tongue around the musician's head in a careful, circular motion.
"F-fuck, you're such an arse," Damon groaned, tremors running at high speeds through his body. His breath hitched as Jamie slowly began to run his tongue up and down his shaft. "Mmmh."
Teasing Damon was very exciting, especially for the cartoonist, but making Damon love him was even more important than having good fun.
Taking Damon in his mouth, the singer let out a squeak at the artist's sudden act. This made Jamie laugh while his mouth was full of Damon and caused the heftier one to jerk deeply into his mouth.
Jamie bobbed his head up and down slowly, giving Damon a burst of euphoria when his tongue travelled around his member while he continued sucking.
Even from looking up at Damon's now moist with sweat face, Jamie felt his groin starting to tingle and get hard. He couldn't help himself; hearing Damon moan was enough to give him a hard on.
While continuing with Damon's manhood in his mouth and left hand, he shakily began to unbutton his trousers and undo his fly with his right. He started fisting himself, while quickly keeping up with Damon too.
"You're an angel, Jamie," Damon smiled in ecstasy, a grin spreading across his pleasure-filled face. "I love you," he squeaked, now more loudly. He grabbed at Jamie's brown hair and tugged at causing Jamie to moan in pleasure. Getting a little rough never really bothered Jamie.
Finishing Damon off made Jamie feel accomplished. The singer let out a loud, yet beautiful cry as he came into Jamie's mouth. He took all of Damon's seed and pulled back sitting up straighter, and he slowly let it trickle down his throat.
Still moaning in pleasure, Damon gasped for air, his chest heaving up and down quickly. His eyes finally opened, and they watered slightly, from the hot pounding sensation that still lingered in his nether region.
Jamie was still pumping at himself, as he licked his lips and worked over top of Damon. Not wanting to get Damon dirty, he wanted to stop and turn away, but Damon offered to help.
The weak singer sat up and pulled himself, by crawling, closer to Jamie. "Mmmh, let me finish you off," Damon smiled, grabbing the base of Jamie's shaft, causing him to gasp and his hand to release himself, his mouth now agape.
Damon helped Jamie come quicker than he had expected. His lips and tongue worked effortlessly and he was able to make Jamie release his load very hurriedly, having Jamie realise that Damon had truly had some practise beforehand.
Collapsing beside each other in the dampened sand, Jamie snaked his lanky arm underneath Damon's neck and onto his shoulder in loving manner. Breathing was what the only two men did for a few moments, enjoying that never lasting blue sky and the sound of the gentle waves hitting against the shore.
"Mmm, Day, I love you," Jamie purred, curling closer to Damon, his face nuzzling the side of his neck.
"I love you too," Damon smiled, the wrinkles in the corners of his aged eyes growing from his grin. "Thanks."
"Ahh, thanks too," Jamie said sincerely, a sigh escaping his mouth, causing Damon to shiver as it hit his neck.
"Did-did you find any plastic?" Damon questioned softly and randomly.
"One piece." Jamie stated and he reached into his own pocket, pulling it out and setting it on Damon's slowly rising and falling chest. "One piece of plastic on the beach. For the brilliant Damon Albarn. Love Jamie."
Damon laughed slowly and peered down at his chest, eyeing the piece of plastic. It was a beautiful little square and a very similar colour to something Damon had realised he had grown to love. It was an enticing pale royal blue.
"Oh Jamie, love," Damon smiled and grabbed the piece with his index and thumb, inspecting it thoroughly.
"Hmm? What is it?"
Damon turned his head to the left and Jamie raised his to look Damon directly in the eye.
"It's close to your eye colour," Damon giggled, and blushed lightly.
"Ah, didn't even notice." His hand gripped at Damon's polo shirt. "There're all kinds of different colours of plastic on the beach... funny I happen to find my own."
"Hmm," Damon mumbled, resting his head back in the sand. He raised his arm up in the air, continuing to look at the plastic up against the sky. His eyebrows furrowed, as he began to think about plastic on the beach.
Jamie's eyes went from the plastic to the singer's perplexed face, and then once more. "What are ya thinking about?"
"I'm thinking Gorillaz." Damon muttered, brow still furrowed at his raised hand. "Y'know, phase one was them gettin' together. Pretty much and phase two... well, was them... them-- stopping. And... well, why not a phase three?"
"Well, love, it's been years since we've even worked with the characters. I don't really want to bother... but ah, whaddya have in mind anyway?" Jamie was actually curious. Maybe this could give the artist a chance to shake things up again and actually make Gorillaz... well, to him anyway, more interesting.
"Maybe we could do something beach related?" Damon offered and he felt Jamie move closer to Damon, the artist's hand still gripping his mate's shirt.
"Well, go on now... do you have anything else in that brain of yours to elaborate with?"
"Er, like, you know... Kong with garbage. Loads of garbage." He lowered his now tired arm and nudged Jamie's fingers with the plastic, offering it to him. Jamie took it, closed his hand tightly around it and rested his fist back on Damon's chest. "Why not plastic? And a beach? Like, a simple way to put it... 'Plastic Beach'?"
"Wow." Jamie said lowly. "I kinda like it. It has a ring to it..." he trailed off, loads of ideas suddenly springing into mind for his characters' lives.
"Yes, 'Plastic Beach'! And maybe no one will buy Kong, since it's for sale and all... so Murdoc burns it and they leave and find this new place. It's little... hmm, a little floating island supported by loads of garbage and plastic!"
Jamie nodded excitedly, feeling excitement just running through his bones. "It's brilliant, love!" Jamie laughed heartily. He moved up a bit and kissed Damon right on his cheek. "This sounds like it'll really be a hit! ‘Plastic Beach' it is!"
Damon laughed, warmth running through his body from the soft kiss and Jamie's excitement. The singer then sat up slowly, shortly followed by Jamie afterwards and they lovingly leaned against each other, Damon latching onto Jamie's arm as they began to plan new ideas on their new project.
Waves rolling into the shore were the only thing you could hear if you quickly passed by the beach, but if you were listening closely enough, loud laughter and excited chat was heard by the two brainstorming lovebirds.
Pairing: Jamie/Damon. Duh!
Era: 2008
Rating: R (well, for this chapter.)
Wordcount: 3,846 words
Disclaimer: I do not own beautiful Damon Albarn or the brilliant artist, Jamie Hewlett.
Author Notes: Hello! Putting up a chapter of my newest little story of Jamie and Damon. This is supposed to be a oneshot... but now I have multiple ideas coming into my head? I may continue with them... *thinks* I also have to finish up my other story, but that'll be easy enough, seeing as it only has one chapter left. Well, enjoy! :)
Damon was always fond of collecting glass and plastic off of the beach. When it was not too rainy, and Suzi was at home watching Missy, he always took the time to visit the beach nearby his home. There was always something that fascinated him about the shards of whatever he found in the sand... he never knew what it was, though.
Even when he was younger and hanging out with his old mate, Graham, the two of them would scour the beaches near Hazel’s and Keith’s big home, searching for glasses and plastics. Damon had managed to keep little collections here and there, but always ending up misplacing them. Either while moving, travelling or just losing it within his own flats during the years.
The musician wanted to head to the beach again, seeing as it was finally sunny out. It was too good of a chance to give up and being that Suzi was home with Missy at the flat, he departed from his home, walking down the busy London streets.
It was the beginning of summer 2008; July 2008 to be more precise. The production of Damon’s musical opera ‘Monkey’ had just ended a week before. The last showing was at the London Royal Opera House and it was a large production, causing the old bugger to be completely dead-tired and over-worried for such a little thing. Damon had been performing all of his life... but he felt that this had to turn out perfect. He also knew that it wasn’t actually the end of his ‘Monkey’... seeing as they, being Damon, Jamie and Chen Shi-Zheng, had one more show left to get together for, for presenting. But he wasn’t planning on getting together with them again until at least in 2009. A break would be nice, he had told himself.
When reaching the beach and looking along the water’s edge, the first thing he noticed was that it was very soothing. It was finally calming him a down a bit after ‘Monkey’. He had been jumpy, happy, nervous, angry, any feeling you could pretty much think of during the whole production. His feelings could go on and on if someone were to describe his life in the years of 2007 and 2008. Damon had pretty much felt like some bitchy woman that couldn’t calm herself no matter what she could try and do. That’s what Jamie had described him as and Damon remembered snorting at him angrily, shooting every insult he could think of in the artist's way. He found himself laughing softly at his memory, shoving his fists into his jacket’s pockets.
Before getting anywhere near the water, the forty year old removed his sneakers and socks, tucking his socks into his shoes and leaving them to sit in the sand, as he began to search for glass and plastic along the shoreline. Usually he found the best looking pieces of whatever he wanted along the water’s edge.
He caught himself humming one of his older songs, not even sure of which one it was. It was a Gorillaz one though... reminding him of 2005 and being with Jamie. Yes, he had been with Jamie during all of the production of 'Monkey' but they weren't exactly on friendly terms with each other. It had been like the times when Blur was on tour at around the 13 era. They did speak to each other when they had to, but they were barely ever speaking about nice things. Usually vulgarities and arguments were thrown around every which way. Just like Jamie and Damon recently.
Maybe it was all of Damon's fault, he had thought to himself. Like in Blur, arguments were pretty terrible while he was in the band and now finding himself in Gorillaz, he and Jamie were beginning to argue. The arguments were a lot less vicious though and they didn't rip at the other like wild animals. No, they were just small verbal arguments that made Damon feel small and made him keep his mouth shut for a while after them.
A piece of plastic caught his eye, as he was hunched over and searching. A sudden grin spread across his face from ear to ear, and he bent down a bit more, pulling it out of the wet sand. Inspecting it closely, his nose scrunched up at it. It was small, round and light blue in colour. Wiping the sand off of it onto his trousers, he pocketed the plastic and continued his search.
Feeling the back of his pants getting wet from wandering along the water's edge, he began to roll up his jeans. He flattened out the rolls of his pants and continued along the beach shoreline. Every time a new piece of glass or plastic was found, he threw it into his pant pocket. Maybe at home he could find some little box or something to keep all of his collected pieces together.
"Oi! Albarn!" a voice had called from way behind him, down the shoreline.
Picking up another piece of glass, he quickly threw it into his pocket and turned around, the balls of his heels sinking into the sand deeper.
"Jamie," Damon sighed, not in an angry manner though. He just... sighed.
The artist jogged over towards Damon, a small smile across his lips. "Hello. I stopped by your house and Suzi said you were down at the beach. Takin' a break?"
"Suppose so," Damon chuckled, turning back to the water. His eyes wandered along the water of where it seemed to end way, way out there. "I've always really liked beaches."
Jamie moved beside him, sighing as well. His eyes also watched along the water’s horizon, the colour resembling his own deep blue eyes. "I know you have. But y'know... not much time for vacations 'cos a Monkey, right? How are you?"
"So so," Damon stated lowly, his voice fading into the sound of the waves. "I'm happy that we finally got a break, yeah? Just been straight up from Demon Days 'til now. The rest of the year off would be nice."
"Yeah, we're getting the rest of it off. 'Til January, actually. One more show for ‘Monkey’ and then it's done."
Damon nodded unconsciously, not really paying much attention to the artist anyway and he turned away from the other, beginning to search for more pieces of plastic.
"Wha-what are you doin’?" Jamie said, cautiously stepping around the oncoming waves.
"Collecting plastic and glass. That’s probably the only reason why I like the beach," Damon explained softly, shooting a weak smile back at his friend. Jamie was going to ask why, thinking to himself that it was such an absurd way to enjoy the beach, but Damon answered his question. "Me and Graham used to go along the beach near my old home in Colchester. Collected stuff there, y’know? I had my little collections of plastic and glasses all the time."
"Ah..." Jamie uneasily answered. "Interesting... er, Damon... you want help?" Jamie sauntered after Damon, continuing to follow him through the wet sand.
"Sure," Damon softly said, bending down to pick up another of plastic. "Take off your shoes first though."
Jamie groaned, undoing his pumps and tossing them a few good feet away from the water. Damon was a long bit away from Jamie now and he jogged again to catch up with his friend. "Are you avoiding me, Day?"
"Er, no. I haven’t done this in a while actually... I miss it. And - ah... not avoiding you. Once again, stating. It’s just... I’m tired. And I’m missing relaxing."
"Oh... ‘kay. Y’know, I miss the good ol’ days. I-I know you said you weren’t avoiding me... but, ah. I somehow feel you are a tad bit."
Damon found a small smile creeping onto his face. "I feel as if you are getting to become clingy."
"Well, y’know..." Jamie trailed off, "I’m not. I just wanted to see you again after 'Monkey'." His eyes began to search the sand like Damon’s were. "I wanted to apologize."
"Very un-Jamie like." Damon snorted, finding a very pretty pink piece of worn down glass. He picked it up and placed it in his pocket with the rest of his findings. "For what?" He peered back over his shoulder at Jamie, slowing down quite a bit.
"For us arguing. It’s been bad. And it’s not all your fault."
Damon stopped walking and Jamie bumped into him, smacking his nose off of Damon’s back. "Ouch," he had said into Damon’s shirt, pulling away and then rubbing at his nose.
"Oh..." Damon mumbled, turning to look back at Jamie. He awkwardly flexed his fingers and hands, feeling as though they needed to be doing something else but staying at his sides. "I’m sorry too, then. Since you’re sorry..."
Jamie chuckled lowly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah. Why the fuck is this so awkward?" Jamie laughed, his own hands grabbing one another behind his back.
"I don’t know," Damon said in a tone that hinted that he was agreeing. Apologizing didn’t have to be so hard... even to one of his best mates! "I don’t say sorry."
"Well, neither do I. Less than you. I should have guilt-tripped you into it first-- woulda been less awkward with a little git like you sayin’ it first."
"Fuck off!" Damon laughed and shoved at Jamie, pushing at his shoulder.
"No, you fuck off, you wanker!" Jamie laughed maniacally, pushing at Damon with both of his hands.
"You’re gonna knock me in the water..." Damon grabbed Jamie’s shirt, preparing to drag him down with him if it happened.
"Better you than me!"
With a wild grin on his face, Damon forced all of his body weight against Jamie, knocking him down into the shallow water along with his own body. A loud splash emitted beneath them and Jamie yelped, Damon still laughing at him.
Clenching his teeth, Jamie laughed through his wicked grin and completely pushed Damon off of him, into the dry sand nearby. Leaping towards Damon like a young child playing with his brother in the sand, he moved on top of his heavier friend and pinned him down in the sand. Damon was going nowhere. Nowhere at all.
"Ew, Jamie... you got sand all over me and I’m wet." Damon said, clearly disgusted at the way the sand felt on his back. His pretty nose scrunched up at the awkward feeling on his back.
Jamie smiled pleasantly, still towering over her helpless friend.
"You’re smiling fucking weirdly..." Damon mentioned, his eyes growing slightly wider.
Jamie let out a small sigh, moving his head down beside Damon’s left cheek. He planted a kiss right beside Damon’s ear.
"J-Jay..." Damon moaned, tossing his head away from Jamie’s mouth, leaving it to hang open slightly. "I thought you said we weren’t going to do this anymore." Jamie pulled away, slightly hurt and Damon looked up at Jamie weakly, his eyes growing sad.
"I know." Jamie stated. "But I don’t fucking care." It was almost as in a way, he was pleading.
"S-Suzi..." Damon grumbled. She was always in the way. And she always made Damon feel like a guilty little fuck whenever he would go and do something with Jamie.
"But..." Jamie caressed Damon’s cheek, his thumb lightly running along Damon’s bottom lip. "I love you."
"How much has that sentence been thrown around in this... weird..." He began to point in between himself and Jamie. "...thing - this fucked up thing we have."
"It’s not fucked up!" Jamie snapped, suddenly moving down onto Damon’s lips, taking him into a pleasurable kiss. Damon reluctantly gave in; melting into Jamie’s loving lips. There’s no way he could stop himself from faltering underneath Jamie.
"I love you too," Damon moaned, between slight kisses on the lips. "I do, Jamie, I’m sorry." He ran his hands through Jamie’s hair, smiling up at his thinner mate. "I've been such a soddin' arse recently too," Damon groaned, his eyes full of sorrow as he tried to watch his friend's blue eyes.
"S' all right," Jamie mumbled, more so concentrated with planting kisses on every part of skin on Damon's face. "All's forgiven."
Damon laughed softly and sincerely. He placed his two aged hands on both sides of Jamie's face, stopping him from smothering the vocalist with any more kisses. "Jamie... This thing-- it is real... right?" Damon didn’t ever feel too sure about Jamie. He had always been slightly frightened him, as though Jamie may one day run off and never come back.
"It is. It has been the entire time, seriously." Jamie's playful face going straight. "It's-it's just the girlfriend... y'know, I got her, but you're more than her, Day. You little fucker, you're practically my own little sun." He began to smile wickedly again.
Damon's face remained expressionless but on the inside, he really enjoyed being called Jamie's little sun, though the artist's filthy mouth always had a way of delivering the message a bit awkwardly.
"I know," Damon whispered weakly, his palms of his hand staying on Jamie's face. "I know you do." The vocalist began to smile more widely, as he repositioned his arms around Jamie’s neck and he moved his face up a bit, his forehead pressing against the artist’s.
"You’re so lovely," Jamie chuckled in a Jamie-ish manner. "Really. I see what they all see in you."
"Do ya now?" Damon laughed airily, resting his entire figure more comfortably back down into the sand.
No word of reply was returned but a simple, awkward kiss was, making Damon squirm while many different feelings rushed through his blood. His cheeks burned every time he had kissed Jamie, and it was something he had never grown accustom to. Jamie giving him pecks or complete snogs... it always overwhelmed him in ways he could not explain.
Their lips keeping in contact, it began to get hotter between the two middle-aged men. Jamie positioned his knee right between Damon’s two legs, brushing and nudging it against Damon’s groin area. Arms securely wrapped around Jamie’s neck, Damon pulled his head back from Jamie’s and he moaned lowly.
Grinning slyly, Jamie kissed along Damon’s face to his neck, then leaving little loving kisses all the way down his shirt to his belt buckle.
"Ohhhh Jamie," Damon swallowed, slightly nervous. "You’re doin’ this here?"
"Ahh, maybe," Jamie said delicately, running his boney fingers along Damon’s belt buckle. His eyes floated up towards Damon’s, whom was positioned sitting up slightly, elbows burying into the sand. "S’ okay, ya snot. There’s nobody even around." A crooked smirk from the thinner man was given to his mate.
"Er, okay," Damon gave in, voice cracking unintentionally.
Resting back down, he sighed and closed his blue-green eyes tightly. They better not be caught...
The belt was undone quickly by Jamie’s nimble fingers and suddenly there was contact from his slightly cool fingers, making Damon shift and moan at the same time.
An irregular pace from Jamie’s hand, made Damon begin to feel very antsy from the slow and then quick movement. Shivers ran through his body at the uneven pace of Jamie’s hand, the entire up and down movement was driving him insane. "J-Jamie..." Damon panted, his back arching, eyes squeezing together very tightly. "What the fuck. Just take me in already."
"Hmm?" Jamie’s pace slowed again, causing Damon to become slightly agitated, but even more aroused from Jamie’s talented fingers. "Ohh, I see. You’re in a rush. Well, no no, that’s not happening, Day. We’re in no rush, love."
"God damn it, Jamie Hewlett! You are such a tease!" Damon shouted, his fists gripping at the sand tightly for support that it would never give. "Why do you-- ahhhh..." Jamie quickened the movement of his hand and Damon swallowed, getting more aroused than ever. "... Why do you d-do this to me?"
"It's all included in my very own bundle of love that I offer to the one who wants it most!" Jamie snickered.
Jamie then moved his face down towards Damon's aroused member, and he ran his tongue around the musician's head in a careful, circular motion.
"F-fuck, you're such an arse," Damon groaned, tremors running at high speeds through his body. His breath hitched as Jamie slowly began to run his tongue up and down his shaft. "Mmmh."
Teasing Damon was very exciting, especially for the cartoonist, but making Damon love him was even more important than having good fun.
Taking Damon in his mouth, the singer let out a squeak at the artist's sudden act. This made Jamie laugh while his mouth was full of Damon and caused the heftier one to jerk deeply into his mouth.
Jamie bobbed his head up and down slowly, giving Damon a burst of euphoria when his tongue travelled around his member while he continued sucking.
Even from looking up at Damon's now moist with sweat face, Jamie felt his groin starting to tingle and get hard. He couldn't help himself; hearing Damon moan was enough to give him a hard on.
While continuing with Damon's manhood in his mouth and left hand, he shakily began to unbutton his trousers and undo his fly with his right. He started fisting himself, while quickly keeping up with Damon too.
"You're an angel, Jamie," Damon smiled in ecstasy, a grin spreading across his pleasure-filled face. "I love you," he squeaked, now more loudly. He grabbed at Jamie's brown hair and tugged at causing Jamie to moan in pleasure. Getting a little rough never really bothered Jamie.
Finishing Damon off made Jamie feel accomplished. The singer let out a loud, yet beautiful cry as he came into Jamie's mouth. He took all of Damon's seed and pulled back sitting up straighter, and he slowly let it trickle down his throat.
Still moaning in pleasure, Damon gasped for air, his chest heaving up and down quickly. His eyes finally opened, and they watered slightly, from the hot pounding sensation that still lingered in his nether region.
Jamie was still pumping at himself, as he licked his lips and worked over top of Damon. Not wanting to get Damon dirty, he wanted to stop and turn away, but Damon offered to help.
The weak singer sat up and pulled himself, by crawling, closer to Jamie. "Mmmh, let me finish you off," Damon smiled, grabbing the base of Jamie's shaft, causing him to gasp and his hand to release himself, his mouth now agape.
Damon helped Jamie come quicker than he had expected. His lips and tongue worked effortlessly and he was able to make Jamie release his load very hurriedly, having Jamie realise that Damon had truly had some practise beforehand.
Collapsing beside each other in the dampened sand, Jamie snaked his lanky arm underneath Damon's neck and onto his shoulder in loving manner. Breathing was what the only two men did for a few moments, enjoying that never lasting blue sky and the sound of the gentle waves hitting against the shore.
"Mmm, Day, I love you," Jamie purred, curling closer to Damon, his face nuzzling the side of his neck.
"I love you too," Damon smiled, the wrinkles in the corners of his aged eyes growing from his grin. "Thanks."
"Ahh, thanks too," Jamie said sincerely, a sigh escaping his mouth, causing Damon to shiver as it hit his neck.
"Did-did you find any plastic?" Damon questioned softly and randomly.
"One piece." Jamie stated and he reached into his own pocket, pulling it out and setting it on Damon's slowly rising and falling chest. "One piece of plastic on the beach. For the brilliant Damon Albarn. Love Jamie."
Damon laughed slowly and peered down at his chest, eyeing the piece of plastic. It was a beautiful little square and a very similar colour to something Damon had realised he had grown to love. It was an enticing pale royal blue.
"Oh Jamie, love," Damon smiled and grabbed the piece with his index and thumb, inspecting it thoroughly.
"Hmm? What is it?"
Damon turned his head to the left and Jamie raised his to look Damon directly in the eye.
"It's close to your eye colour," Damon giggled, and blushed lightly.
"Ah, didn't even notice." His hand gripped at Damon's polo shirt. "There're all kinds of different colours of plastic on the beach... funny I happen to find my own."
"Hmm," Damon mumbled, resting his head back in the sand. He raised his arm up in the air, continuing to look at the plastic up against the sky. His eyebrows furrowed, as he began to think about plastic on the beach.
Jamie's eyes went from the plastic to the singer's perplexed face, and then once more. "What are ya thinking about?"
"I'm thinking Gorillaz." Damon muttered, brow still furrowed at his raised hand. "Y'know, phase one was them gettin' together. Pretty much and phase two... well, was them... them-- stopping. And... well, why not a phase three?"
"Well, love, it's been years since we've even worked with the characters. I don't really want to bother... but ah, whaddya have in mind anyway?" Jamie was actually curious. Maybe this could give the artist a chance to shake things up again and actually make Gorillaz... well, to him anyway, more interesting.
"Maybe we could do something beach related?" Damon offered and he felt Jamie move closer to Damon, the artist's hand still gripping his mate's shirt.
"Well, go on now... do you have anything else in that brain of yours to elaborate with?"
"Er, like, you know... Kong with garbage. Loads of garbage." He lowered his now tired arm and nudged Jamie's fingers with the plastic, offering it to him. Jamie took it, closed his hand tightly around it and rested his fist back on Damon's chest. "Why not plastic? And a beach? Like, a simple way to put it... 'Plastic Beach'?"
"Wow." Jamie said lowly. "I kinda like it. It has a ring to it..." he trailed off, loads of ideas suddenly springing into mind for his characters' lives.
"Yes, 'Plastic Beach'! And maybe no one will buy Kong, since it's for sale and all... so Murdoc burns it and they leave and find this new place. It's little... hmm, a little floating island supported by loads of garbage and plastic!"
Jamie nodded excitedly, feeling excitement just running through his bones. "It's brilliant, love!" Jamie laughed heartily. He moved up a bit and kissed Damon right on his cheek. "This sounds like it'll really be a hit! ‘Plastic Beach' it is!"
Damon laughed, warmth running through his body from the soft kiss and Jamie's excitement. The singer then sat up slowly, shortly followed by Jamie afterwards and they lovingly leaned against each other, Damon latching onto Jamie's arm as they began to plan new ideas on their new project.
Waves rolling into the shore were the only thing you could hear if you quickly passed by the beach, but if you were listening closely enough, loud laughter and excited chat was heard by the two brainstorming lovebirds.