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Title: Die Tomato
Pairing: Jamie/Damon (Jamie/Damon/Graham Coxon 'hinted')
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own them! Though I wish I could.
Author's notes: This part seems rushed. Even though it (clearly) wasn't. Sorry it took so long!
Summary: Jamie decides enough is enough, and he needs to let Damon know how he's felt all these years.
CH.3 Pt.2
Jamie placed one hand on the wall behind Damon’s head, and coughed harshly into his other.
He had heard Graham wrong, he had to of. He felt Damon’s hands slide from his hips to his ass, and fingers slip smoothly into his back pockets. He pushed Jamie’s hips harder into his own, and hissed in pleasure. Jamie tried to hide his moan by coughing again, but Graham wasn’t an idiot.
“Sorry Gra, I just couldn’t help myself. You’ve been turning me on all day, and when I wanted you, I only had little Jamie here.” Damon’s eyes met Jamie’s confused ones. ‘Turning him on all day?’ Jamie thought, ‘Graham isn’t who I thought he was.’ The taller boy turned his head towards Graham.
“Is there something you haven’t been telling me Graham?” Jamie asked.
“Is there something YOU haven’t been telling ME?” Graham threw his arm up in the other boys direction. Jamie felt little water droplets hit his face, but he didn’t make a move to wipe them off.
Jamie blushed, and turned back towards Damon. The blonde just shrugged and smiled. He started to slowly rub his hips against the taller boys again. Jamie bit his lip hard, even though he was in the middle of a very important conversation with Graham, Damon didn’t seem to care.
“Can you guys…fuck…save your little girl talk for later…shit, Jamie.”
Damon had a bruising grip on Jamie’s arse, pushing their fronts together as hard as he possible could. Jamie pressed his forehead against Damon’s shoulder.
Jamie felt hands on his hips again, but this time they were softer, and gentle. He knew it was Graham. As soon as he felt Graham’s hips brush against his backside, he jumped out of his skin. It had felt as if 1000 bolts of electricity shot through him at once. He let out a loud moan, than quickly blushed after. He’s usually never embarrassed when performing sexual acts, but he’s never done anything with a bloke before.
Plus, he could tell he was the only new one in this situation.
Graham’s hips shoved into his, which caused him to shove into Damon’s, and all three boys made a satisfied noise.
Jamie could feel Graham’s growing bulge against him. He took his hand that was leaning against the wall behind Damon, and reached it behind him. He grabbed Graham’s ass, and pushed him harder against his backside.
“Oh, Jamie…” Graham whispered, seeming to timid to speak any louder.
A billion thoughts were running through Jamie’s mind. ‘Should I stop this? This isn’t right, is it? ...It feels so right. Maybe I should try and talk to them first…but fuck it feels so good. I guess I can leave the talking until later.’
Suddenly, Graham stopped what he was doing, and made his way over to the foyer door, that leads inside the apartment. He hurriedly searched his sweater pocket for the key.
“Guys, come on. Stop fucking humping each other like bloody rabbits for one second so we can get upstairs!” He found the key and started to unlock the door. A small buzzing noise emitted from the speaker, signaling that the door was unlocked. Graham held it open, and looked at the other boys. “And if we smoke up first, all of this…” he gestured towards them, “Will feel a whole lot better.”
Jamie had never smoked any kind of drug before, but after Graham had made that statement, he wanted to smoke every drug in the world.
He felt Damon’s hands slide out from his back pocket and back on his hips.
“Alright Grahammy. But I call Jamie.” Damon winked at the taller boy, and Jamie couldn’t help but blush.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah just hurry up!”
~
Jamie looked at the bathroom door. A lot has changed since that night long ago. Damon ended up taking his virginity, while Graham was passed out in his room. He swears he can still feel the rug burns on his knees today.
He scratched the back of his head, and winced at himself in the mirror. They haven’t done anything like that in a long time. Not even a snog.
Jamie sighed. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to do anything with Damon…he just had been startled when the singer suddenly leaned over and kissed him. It had felt amazing, though.
Jamie reached toward the door handle, and with a deep sigh, turned it. He heard the lock clank open, then the handle swung down. He opened the door slowly, poking his head through the crack, and looking at Damon.
Damon heard the door opening, and seen Jamie peak through. He smiled goofily at his best friend, and waved him over. He patted the cushion next to him, luring Jamie to sit down.
The artist half-heartedly smiled, and sauntered over to the sofa. He plopped down next to Damon, sub consciously making sure their thighs were touching.
Jamie saw that Damon had rolled another joint, and was puffing on it happily.
“Another joint already, mate?” Jamie nudged him with his elbow, and stuck out his tongue.
Damon smiled, his eyes closing in some form of bliss. He nodded his head, and looked at Jamie as he stuck the joint back in his mouth. He inhaled deeply, and tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling.
As he let out the cloud of sticky smoke, he passed the joint to Jamie, who accepted it with pleasure.
When he was taking the first toke, he noticed that Damon had turned off the lamp, and now only the glows of the silly children’s cartoons lit up the room.
At the moment his world was a haze of stupid sounds and icy blue eyes.
‘Wait, what?’
Jamie stared into Damon’s eyes. When had they started to stare? He didn’t know, but now that he noticed, he didn’t mind.
Jamie smiled, and snickered a little. He turned his head towards the TV, than looked out of the corner of his eye, to see Damon still staring at him intently. Damon’s eyes were half closed, and his mouth was slightly hanging open.
The singer licked his lips, and furrowed his brows. He was about to ask Jamie a very personal question, but decided against it at the last minute. Instead, he said, “Be a mate and pass me a fag, will ya?”
Jamie shook his head and laughed. He reached over to the table and fumbled to grab for a fag. His vision was semi-blurry, and his balance was off. He started laughing as he finally grabbed the fag that was rolling off the table. He sat back up, and toppled over on to Damon, doubling over in laughter.
Damon started to laugh along with the artist. He didn’t even know what they were laughing about, but he enjoyed it. His mind was on a fluffy cloud of unawareness, and he grabbed on to Jamie, placing his cheek against his back.
As Jamie lay on Damon’s legs, his fits of laughter died down. He squirmed around until his head was resting on Damon’s thigh, and his legs were spilling over the arm of the sofa.
Damon rested his right hand on Jamie’s chest, and stroked his hair with the other. He smiled down at him, and sighed.
“I got your fag,” Jamie smiled and wagged it in front of Damon’s face. “But you’ll have to earn it.” He raised his eyebrow, and tilted his head up, still looking at his friend. “What are you willing to offer?”
Damon stuck his tongue to his top lip in thought. He glanced at the telly, then back to Jamie.
“Well…what do you want, Jamie?” His right hand started to slowly slide down Jamie’s torso. “I-I-I’ll give you anything, Jamie…anything.”
The artist searched Damon’s eyes. They seemed sincere, so he dived in head first.
“You. I want you.” Jamie placed his hand on top of Damon’s, and interlaced their fingers. “Please.”
Damon let go of Jamie’s hand, and touched the other man’s face. His thumb rubbed under Jamie’s eye.
“You’ve always had me, Jamie.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to Jamie’s once. “Always.”
The taller man scrambled to sit upright, his right hand sunk into the cushion on the other side of Damon, and he grabbed onto Damon’s shoulder with his left. As he threw his right leg over Damon, he grabbed the blonde’s face in his hands, and looked deeply into his eyes.
“You better not be joking, Dames. You scared me earlier…but it made me think of how much I’ve missed you…all of you.”
Damon grasped the other’s hips, and rubbed gently.
“I-I’ve missed you too Jamie…I’ve been thinking of this for a while. I need you…I-I...I love you. So much…so much.”
Jamie pulled Damon’s face close to his, and with a whispered, “I love you too.” He melded their mouths, with a heat only they could muster together.
Damon kissed back, meshing his lips with Jamie’s, in a way only they would see as perfection.
Jamie licked at the other’s bottom lip, hoping to gain an access he already knew would be granted.
Damon opened his mouth to Jamie’s tongue, but he soon dominated.
A small moan escaped from Jamie’s throat, as he accidently bucked into Damon’s hips. This caused Damon to let a growl rasp from inside him.
“Fuck Jamie.” He said as he broke apart from the artist.
“That’s right…fuck me.”
Pairing: Jamie/Damon (Jamie/Damon/Graham Coxon 'hinted')
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own them! Though I wish I could.
Author's notes: This part seems rushed. Even though it (clearly) wasn't. Sorry it took so long!
Summary: Jamie decides enough is enough, and he needs to let Damon know how he's felt all these years.
CH.3 Pt.2
Jamie placed one hand on the wall behind Damon’s head, and coughed harshly into his other.
He had heard Graham wrong, he had to of. He felt Damon’s hands slide from his hips to his ass, and fingers slip smoothly into his back pockets. He pushed Jamie’s hips harder into his own, and hissed in pleasure. Jamie tried to hide his moan by coughing again, but Graham wasn’t an idiot.
“Sorry Gra, I just couldn’t help myself. You’ve been turning me on all day, and when I wanted you, I only had little Jamie here.” Damon’s eyes met Jamie’s confused ones. ‘Turning him on all day?’ Jamie thought, ‘Graham isn’t who I thought he was.’ The taller boy turned his head towards Graham.
“Is there something you haven’t been telling me Graham?” Jamie asked.
“Is there something YOU haven’t been telling ME?” Graham threw his arm up in the other boys direction. Jamie felt little water droplets hit his face, but he didn’t make a move to wipe them off.
Jamie blushed, and turned back towards Damon. The blonde just shrugged and smiled. He started to slowly rub his hips against the taller boys again. Jamie bit his lip hard, even though he was in the middle of a very important conversation with Graham, Damon didn’t seem to care.
“Can you guys…fuck…save your little girl talk for later…shit, Jamie.”
Damon had a bruising grip on Jamie’s arse, pushing their fronts together as hard as he possible could. Jamie pressed his forehead against Damon’s shoulder.
Jamie felt hands on his hips again, but this time they were softer, and gentle. He knew it was Graham. As soon as he felt Graham’s hips brush against his backside, he jumped out of his skin. It had felt as if 1000 bolts of electricity shot through him at once. He let out a loud moan, than quickly blushed after. He’s usually never embarrassed when performing sexual acts, but he’s never done anything with a bloke before.
Plus, he could tell he was the only new one in this situation.
Graham’s hips shoved into his, which caused him to shove into Damon’s, and all three boys made a satisfied noise.
Jamie could feel Graham’s growing bulge against him. He took his hand that was leaning against the wall behind Damon, and reached it behind him. He grabbed Graham’s ass, and pushed him harder against his backside.
“Oh, Jamie…” Graham whispered, seeming to timid to speak any louder.
A billion thoughts were running through Jamie’s mind. ‘Should I stop this? This isn’t right, is it? ...It feels so right. Maybe I should try and talk to them first…but fuck it feels so good. I guess I can leave the talking until later.’
Suddenly, Graham stopped what he was doing, and made his way over to the foyer door, that leads inside the apartment. He hurriedly searched his sweater pocket for the key.
“Guys, come on. Stop fucking humping each other like bloody rabbits for one second so we can get upstairs!” He found the key and started to unlock the door. A small buzzing noise emitted from the speaker, signaling that the door was unlocked. Graham held it open, and looked at the other boys. “And if we smoke up first, all of this…” he gestured towards them, “Will feel a whole lot better.”
Jamie had never smoked any kind of drug before, but after Graham had made that statement, he wanted to smoke every drug in the world.
He felt Damon’s hands slide out from his back pocket and back on his hips.
“Alright Grahammy. But I call Jamie.” Damon winked at the taller boy, and Jamie couldn’t help but blush.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah just hurry up!”
~
Jamie looked at the bathroom door. A lot has changed since that night long ago. Damon ended up taking his virginity, while Graham was passed out in his room. He swears he can still feel the rug burns on his knees today.
He scratched the back of his head, and winced at himself in the mirror. They haven’t done anything like that in a long time. Not even a snog.
Jamie sighed. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to do anything with Damon…he just had been startled when the singer suddenly leaned over and kissed him. It had felt amazing, though.
Jamie reached toward the door handle, and with a deep sigh, turned it. He heard the lock clank open, then the handle swung down. He opened the door slowly, poking his head through the crack, and looking at Damon.
Damon heard the door opening, and seen Jamie peak through. He smiled goofily at his best friend, and waved him over. He patted the cushion next to him, luring Jamie to sit down.
The artist half-heartedly smiled, and sauntered over to the sofa. He plopped down next to Damon, sub consciously making sure their thighs were touching.
Jamie saw that Damon had rolled another joint, and was puffing on it happily.
“Another joint already, mate?” Jamie nudged him with his elbow, and stuck out his tongue.
Damon smiled, his eyes closing in some form of bliss. He nodded his head, and looked at Jamie as he stuck the joint back in his mouth. He inhaled deeply, and tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling.
As he let out the cloud of sticky smoke, he passed the joint to Jamie, who accepted it with pleasure.
When he was taking the first toke, he noticed that Damon had turned off the lamp, and now only the glows of the silly children’s cartoons lit up the room.
At the moment his world was a haze of stupid sounds and icy blue eyes.
‘Wait, what?’
Jamie stared into Damon’s eyes. When had they started to stare? He didn’t know, but now that he noticed, he didn’t mind.
Jamie smiled, and snickered a little. He turned his head towards the TV, than looked out of the corner of his eye, to see Damon still staring at him intently. Damon’s eyes were half closed, and his mouth was slightly hanging open.
The singer licked his lips, and furrowed his brows. He was about to ask Jamie a very personal question, but decided against it at the last minute. Instead, he said, “Be a mate and pass me a fag, will ya?”
Jamie shook his head and laughed. He reached over to the table and fumbled to grab for a fag. His vision was semi-blurry, and his balance was off. He started laughing as he finally grabbed the fag that was rolling off the table. He sat back up, and toppled over on to Damon, doubling over in laughter.
Damon started to laugh along with the artist. He didn’t even know what they were laughing about, but he enjoyed it. His mind was on a fluffy cloud of unawareness, and he grabbed on to Jamie, placing his cheek against his back.
As Jamie lay on Damon’s legs, his fits of laughter died down. He squirmed around until his head was resting on Damon’s thigh, and his legs were spilling over the arm of the sofa.
Damon rested his right hand on Jamie’s chest, and stroked his hair with the other. He smiled down at him, and sighed.
“I got your fag,” Jamie smiled and wagged it in front of Damon’s face. “But you’ll have to earn it.” He raised his eyebrow, and tilted his head up, still looking at his friend. “What are you willing to offer?”
Damon stuck his tongue to his top lip in thought. He glanced at the telly, then back to Jamie.
“Well…what do you want, Jamie?” His right hand started to slowly slide down Jamie’s torso. “I-I-I’ll give you anything, Jamie…anything.”
The artist searched Damon’s eyes. They seemed sincere, so he dived in head first.
“You. I want you.” Jamie placed his hand on top of Damon’s, and interlaced their fingers. “Please.”
Damon let go of Jamie’s hand, and touched the other man’s face. His thumb rubbed under Jamie’s eye.
“You’ve always had me, Jamie.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to Jamie’s once. “Always.”
The taller man scrambled to sit upright, his right hand sunk into the cushion on the other side of Damon, and he grabbed onto Damon’s shoulder with his left. As he threw his right leg over Damon, he grabbed the blonde’s face in his hands, and looked deeply into his eyes.
“You better not be joking, Dames. You scared me earlier…but it made me think of how much I’ve missed you…all of you.”
Damon grasped the other’s hips, and rubbed gently.
“I-I’ve missed you too Jamie…I’ve been thinking of this for a while. I need you…I-I...I love you. So much…so much.”
Jamie pulled Damon’s face close to his, and with a whispered, “I love you too.” He melded their mouths, with a heat only they could muster together.
Damon kissed back, meshing his lips with Jamie’s, in a way only they would see as perfection.
Jamie licked at the other’s bottom lip, hoping to gain an access he already knew would be granted.
Damon opened his mouth to Jamie’s tongue, but he soon dominated.
A small moan escaped from Jamie’s throat, as he accidently bucked into Damon’s hips. This caused Damon to let a growl rasp from inside him.
“Fuck Jamie.” He said as he broke apart from the artist.
“That’s right…fuck me.”