Glastonbury Festival: Part Three

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Title: Glastonbury Festival
Author: haley_miller
Pairing: Damon/Jamie
Rating: R
Wordcount: 5,401
Disclaimer: Don't own anything in relation to Gorillaz!

Jamie smiled evilly and hooked his long fingers into Damon's underwear.

"As hard as me now?"

Damon shook his head as Jamie pulled his underwear over his half hard cock. Jamie tutted at Damon from underneath him, eyeing up his mate's manhood below. His eyes gleamed in arousal.

"We'll have to do something about this, won't we?" he asked pleasantly.

Damon swallowed awkwardly as he felt Jamie grasp his dick below. Damon hadn't had any sex or hand jobs from anyone in a while. The last time he did anything was with Suzi... and that was far before the tour had begun. He moaned lowly as Jamie began pumping him.

"You want me to talk to you too?" Jamie asked, voice sounding extremely endearing to Damon at that moment. The blond nodded back weakly and closed his eyes tightly. While Jamie touched the tip of his own straining penis, he maintained a steady pace with Damon's. He talked lowly to Damon again, "Hmm, what to say to Damon Albarn, huh? Maybe that he will have the hardest prick alive after I'm done with him. You're getting rather hard, aren't you with me touching your cock like this?"

Damon moaned a bit louder, pushing his lower half harder into Jamie's hand. "Y-yes."

"Can you feel yourself tensing up? Don't release your come too soon or I won't be a happy partner," Jamie chuckled, eyeing up Damon's pleasure-filled face. "When are you going to come?"

"After we're done," was the small whisper in reply.

"Mmm, yes, Damon," Jamie murmured, reaching up to push his mouth into Damon's collarbone. He bit at the skin with the intention of leaving a bruise. "Yes, you will. Are you turned on enough yet?"

Sweat was beginning to come in beads on Damon's forehead and he released a small gasp at Jamie moving down a bit, his manhood sliding across Damon's. Jamie did it a few more times and Damon hissed, "Yes... yes, yes, please, God."

"Can you tell me how turned on you are?"

Damon moaned back, bumping his forehead down onto Jamie's. "I can't take it a-anymore! I need you to - to just..." He licked at his mouth with his big tongue and proceeded to kiss Jamie with much vigour. He needed Jamie and he needed him now. "Where's your lube, oh, p-please, we need to do it now..."

Jamie laughed lightly at Damon, resting his hands on mate's shoulders. He looked at Damon straight in the eye, which was difficult for the singer because he was so damned horny at the moment. The artist gave a reassuring smile that he'd grab it as quick as he could, and Damon allowed him to move from underneath himself.

Jamie was back in a flash as he had grabbed the lubrication from under his bunk bed. He proceeded to force Damon down onto the bed, pushing his face into the mattress. Damon yelped out at that as it was very unexpected, and he proceeded to snap some very nasty things back,

"What the fuck, Hewlett, almost break my damned nose! If you want to break noses join wrestling or some fake shit, yeah?!"

"I'm being rough because I know you like it," Jamie said back, crawling onto the bed behind Damon, and he kept a firm hand pressed on the musician's neck, the blond's face still smashed into the blankets below.

Jamie was right. Damon had to admit that it was a little bit sexy... even Suzi had a bit of a familiar rough side to her like Jamie. Enough thought of the other half of his sex-life, though.

The brunette popped the cap open on the lube with one hand while his other still worked at keeping Damon down. Damon really did not like having no control and Jamie knew that, so there was always a fight of dominance between the two men. The blond would probably struggle until he was set free.

He managed somehow to get a bunch of the liquid into his index and middle finger, spreading it about his skin with his thumb.

"What are you doing? Why is this taking so bloody long?!" the older male snapped, clearly impatient with Jamie behind himself. "You're going to keep me pinned down like this yet you're not even doing anything to - ahhh, okay."

Jamie started touching Damon's entrance, placing lots of lubrication around the area. Damon shivered in pleasure and let Jamie know that he was thoroughly enjoying the caressing with a small groan.

"By the way, I haven't d-done this in a while," Damon explained, licking at lips again. "So I'm not entirely sure if you'll fit as well like last time."

Jamie chuckled at those words. "Well, allow me to fix that."

The artist did not show the vocalist any mercy. He started by pushing two fingers into Damon instead of one. The blond inhaled in panic and his eyes went wide at the sudden intrusion. His cock twitched excitedly at that though, and he didn't know why as it hurt a lot. Jamie began fucking him slowly, making sure that Damon wasn't completely irritated with him.

He removed his left hand from the back of the blond's neck and touched Damon's back with tender fingers. Still pushing his fingers in and out, he was getting used to the feel of Damon's insides and also was allowing Damon to begin to warm up to foreign objects in his hole.

"All right, love?" Jamie asked quietly, leaning over Damon. He was a bit worried that Damon wasn't making a sound at all.

His blue eyes were scrunched together while he pushed his own face into the bunk. He replied quietly, "Yes, I'm okay."

Jamie kissed him three times on his back in a comforting manner. "It'll feel good soon, don't worry."

Damon smiled and giggled quietly, "Oh, I know. It's always a rough start though. Don't mind me, I'm still so freakin’ hard, I'll probably last the whole night."

Jamie kept up with same slow pace of pulling two fingers in and out of Damon until the singer started panting eagerly. The brunette could tell that Damon was thoroughly enjoying it now as he was pushing against Jamie's hand, definitely asking him to go further. He spread his fingers apart inside of Damon and the singer moaned loudly to that.

"Please, Jamie," Damon cried out. "I want more, please. I want you."

Jamie loved teasing a horny Damon. It was just too fun. "What do you want?"

"I want your fucking cock right now," Damon gasped out, pushing even harder into Jamie's hand. "Just fuck me, damn it."

"All right, all right then, you bugger," Jamie retorted back, giving Damon another hard shove into the bed.

The blond coughed out in pain and felt Jamie's hand back to his neck. Jamie positioned himself in front of Damon, holding his hard on securely and pushed rather quickly against Damon's hole. He gave one quick shove and forced himself halfway into Damon, the blond just groaning at how unexpected it all was.

"Hmm, like that?" Jamie asked lowly, pulling himself out a bit and then giving another hard shove.

Damon shakily let out a cry to that. His eyes watered a little and Jamie pushed his face further into the bed as he started another cycle of pulling out a tiny bit and forcing himself back in with a hard push.

"F-fuck," Damon mumbled, a little hurt by how hard Jamie was pushing in and out of him. He was still turned on by it all so he truly wondered how that was working. "Yes, uhhn... c-can you..."

"What?"

"Just maybe, not so hard, Jamie," Damon croaked. "After it feels better..." He moaned a bit uncomfortably as Jamie pushed in a little deeper than before.

"Sorry, sorry," Jamie muttered, slowing down with the pushing in a large amount.

He truly hadn't realised how far he got carried away as he was thinking about how hard he really wanted to have sex Damon. He wanted Damon to be thinking this was the best sex he'd ever gotten. And he wanted to make sure that Damon would remember this forever.

"It's fucking hot though," Damon groaned out. "God, you're so big, y'know..."

"Mmm, it sounds as though this is new to you," Jamie chuckled.

Damon laughed back weakly. "It's been a while. I can't remember all these lovely things about my artist."

"Awww, Damonnnnn," Jamie cooed, pushing his face into Damon's back. He continued with the intercourse slowly, adding sporadic bits of speed that Damon found extremely arousing.

There was no talking for a bit. Damon rather enjoyed the silence though there were loud noises and pants for air being shared between both men, Damon being the bit more vocal one than the other. The blond had tried to peer back at Jamie and that only resulted in his head being forced back into the bed below, a hand firmly placed back on his neck. He deemed this unfair but Jamie was clearly being the more dominant in this sense.

"You're being awful quiet," Damon gasped out, licking at his lips again. Jamie had hit a very good spot and he had wanted to beg for more, though Jamie was definitely going at his own pace tonight.

Jamie smiled softly, wrapping an arm around Damon's stomach. He tugged his midsection closer and Damon elicited a small groan as Jamie pushed very far into the blond.

"Th-there again..." Damon stuttered, his limbs no longer shaking by themselves but the rest of his body as well. "Please, Jamie..."

"Jesus, Damon," Jamie cried back lowly, his own eyes scrunching together in euphoria. Even though he wasn't being very vocal, Jamie was very well turned on by how small Damon felt around his member. "You're lovely."

Damon smiled a bit; he had some difficulty though because his face was being pressed so hard into the bed. He stopped smiling as soon as Jamie began pumping a bit faster, pulling out farther and pushing in deeper.

A trembling hand from the singer reached under his own stomach and intertwined his fingers within Jamie's resting on his midsection. Jamie wasn't one for many intimate gestures during intercourse, but this was an exception being with Damon.

"I-I do love you," Damon allowed out in a hoarse voice. "I-I do, I'll h-have you know."

Jamie grinned to that. "‘Course, twat. Love you too."

"I really mean it. I do."

Jamie's smile fell a bit. "You always have to get serious with me when we're doing this, don't you?"

Damon's head felt as though it was beginning to swell with many thoughts... things he'd say in defence of himself, nasty retorts, and even more evidence of his love. Of course he had to get damn serious with Jamie during this... this was sex! This was something you do with the person you love! He, of course, had changed opinions of this over the years... but he had definitely meant it this time.

He repeated that thought out loud, "Sex is something y-you have with someone you love."

"Yes, I know." Jamie stated, still continuing with his steady pace.

"Well, I love you," Damon said lowly, his heart feeling as though it was twisting. He felt like Jamie never returned these feelings. Maybe he felt them, but he always acted like never had them.

Damon squeezed Jamie's hand tighter, the one resting in his stomach.

The blond added sadly, "I just want you to know... ‘cos we've been working together for years... and I just can't hide these things from you."

Jamie rolled his eyes. "I know. You've got a big heart, Albarn."

Damon smiled a bit to that.

"You love everyone, you do," Jamie added lightly. He paused with the movement and Damon relaxed a bit, his muscles less tense at Jamie's body resting above him. The artist laid the side of his face into Damon's back and sighed. "I feel most at home with a bloke the likes of you."

Damon kept smiling.

"Gorillaz is probably the best project for you, mate," Jamie said with a smirk. "Because of all the people."

"Because of you too, Jamie," Damon replied. "I meant it, love."

"You don't just want sex," Jamie said. "You never wanted just sex with me."

Damon furrowed his eyebrows to that. He had somewhat of a clue of what Jamie meant, but he wasn't entirely sure. He parted his mouth, trying to make up some sort of reply, and Jamie removed his hand from the back of Damon's neck again. More relief flooded Damon, muscles feeling even more lax with Jamie above him.

"What do you mean?" Damon said softly, closing his eyes when feeling Jamie's hand resting on his back. He suddenly felt content with everything.

Jamie slowly pulled himself out of Damon's behind and the singer let out a large breath of air at that feeling. He felt Jamie's hands grab his hips to begin turning him and Damon obliged. Damon rested down on the bed on his back with a small huff, and then warily looked up to the artist. His gaze was trying to figure Jamie out.

"You've always wanted to make love," Jamie said weakly, eyebrows stitching together. One of his hands pulled up from it resting in the bed and he brushed the side of Damon's face. The singer scrunched up his eye a bit at the gesture and he carefully watched Jamie, still.

Damon smiled up at Jamie's worried looking face. "Well, Jamie, this is a bit different..."

"We've never kissed during a fuck before, have we?"

"You've never really seemed that interested in it, to be honest..." Damon chuckled. "Why're you doin’ this all of a sudden, Jamie? This is all a bit weird!"

Jamie grinned. "Because you've always seemed more interested in the love bit and I wanna do what pleases you the most."

Damon's mouth fell open a bit, "W-well, I mean, you don't have to..."

"I've always wanted to meet Graham's standards on the level of you, Damon," Jamie said truthfully, moving his face closer to Damon's. He went down as though he was going in for a kiss, but resulted in his lips brushing along Damon's neck instead.

Damon's eyelids fell a bit and he reclined his neck, allowing Jamie's mouth to nibble at his skin. He let out a small moan at Jamie's harsher nips.

"You don't have to compare yourself to Graham during our sessions, Jamie." He laughed lightly after that. "You're two different people and have two different ways of going about things. I love you both about how you differently express yourselves. I haven't ever compared my past and present sex life."

"Really?" Jamie asked lightly, mouth still brushing Damon's skin as his eyes flickered up to watch the blond. "It's because it's incomparable, right?"

Damon furrowed his brow. "Are you meaning that I think Graham is...?"

"No, I'm meaning that I'm far too sexy," Jamie murmured and winked.

The older man snorted to that, covering his mouth. "Jamie!"

"Oh, love! I'm just teasin’," Jamie chuckled. "Now please, lemme do the honours of fuckin’ you silly but in the most loving way possible."

Damon laughed again. "This sounds endearing, this does. You're going the silly way of things, it seems."

"You bring out the comedian in me, Damon, seriously," Jamie sniggered back. "I have to be a star in front of you, you know."

"You do make me laugh harder than most blokes and birds can," Damon replied with a crooked grin.

"Now before we start this actual love making session, I have a question," Jamie spoke quietly, voice now a bit more serious.

Damon nodded warily and his eyes unintentionally floated down to Jamie's penis; it was still very hard. He just really wanted Jamie to have at him, really.

"It's sort of sounds like a fairytale, but do you believe that it's all right for two forty year old men to have some weird forbidden love-thing like this?" Jamie asked, quirking an eyebrow after saying that.

Damon furrowed his eyebrows instead. "Well, I mean, it's not really my fault that I like ya so much. Love just happens, y'know. So, I suppose it's all right, yes."

In his head, Jamie had agreed to those words. He liked Damon too, and a lot more than he'd ever admit. Loving someone so dearly was always a bit embarrassing to him, but he really couldn't help feel an extraordinarily strong connection with Damon. They clicked. And it all felt exactly right.

"Okay," Jamie finally agreed aloud. He nodded in determination. "I'll have ya know that I really love you too."

Damon's face right away split into a large grin that he could not at all hold back. This mutual love connection that he had been feeling all along was truly there, and that made Damon all the more happier. He reached up with his left hand, touching at Jamie's cheek while he smiled back down at Damon.

"Ah, you ready, then?" Jamie murmured, looking down at himself when he held his own base.

Damon nodded excitedly. Yes, he certainly was. He lifted his bottom a bit for Jamie to have a better angle.

"Right then."

Jamie pushed himself back into Damon, filling him up yet again for the second time tonight. Damon inhaled quickly at the feeling of being stretched once more and he wrapped his arms around Jamie's neck for security. He felt his dick straining with way too much excitement as Jamie just watched Damon's face with soft eyes.

"All right?" Jamie asked in concern.

Damon exhaled. "Ah yeah. ‘S fine."

He started with the pace slow again, making sure that Damon was used to the feeling before gaining speed. When Damon was letting out small moans of bliss like he was before, Jamie elatedly picked up the pace.

"God, Jamie, this i-is perfect," Damon cried, pushing his head harshly back into the mattress. His eyes shut together, and his dug his nails into the back of Jamie's neck, soon pulling the other’s face closer to his own. "Mmm, lovely."

Damon pried open his eyes so he was able to gaze back into Jamie's. Jamie was smiling slightly as he looked at Damon. By how close Damon had his face to the artist's, Jamie quickly realised that Damon wanted a kiss. There was a look - similar to a plead, but at the same time, not - and Damon currently was expressing that. There was something dominant of that look also. Alluring... Damon was a man of many expressions.

Jamie reached forward and messily bumped his lips into Damon's, while still pushing his hips forwards and backwards. Damon moaned into his mouth, nails ferociously digging into Jamie's skin. Jamie groaned back and saliva escaped between the two fighting mouths. When releasing Damon of their uncoordinated kiss, he moved his mouth down to Damon's neck, right under his jaw line, leaving sloppy bites along the skin. He nipped and licked down under the line of his jaw, sucking hungrily at his neck.

"Jamie! Fuck, Jamie, uhhn, please," Damon pleaded, throwing his head back yet again. "Jamie, Jamie... you're not fucking..."

Jamie let out a hoarse chuckle into Damon's stubble on his throat. "What? Fucking you hard enough?"

Damon nodded, licking at his mouth. "Please... I want your whole cock..."

Jamie laughed. "Well, I'd like to but it seems as though my stomach keeps bumping your own hard on and I can't push any further unless you move your prick."

"Excuses!" Damon snapped, but with a tiny giggle. "Maneuver around that, Hewlett. We always escape ‘unstoppable walls’ anyway."

"An excuse, yes," Jamie teased, and then added in a sing-song voice, "Joking, love!"

"I don't see why you just can't listen-"

Damon stalled his speech as Jamie pulled back, and then pushed in as far as he could go. The blond's eyes rolled back into his head, and he let out a loud howl probably loud enough for anyone to hear standing within a fifteen foot radius of the bus. He clung to Jamie's neck, panting lowly, a blush protruding his face when Jamie slowly eased himself back.

"That?" Jamie spoke.

"Oh, yes, that," Damon said back hoarsely. He was still blushing. "I've never..."

Jamie did it again only resulting in another loud moan from Damon.

"Oh, please, Jamie!" Damon called in exasperation. "You have to keep doing that!"

The artist smirked at Damon's pleads and started speaking in an alluring tone to get Damon even more horny, whilst intercourse continued, "Gosh, how much - further - ah, could I possibly g-go? How deep will you allow?"

Damon groaned to the words, lolling his head back on the mattress, while Jamie kept up with heavy pace. He couldn't even speak full sentences right now because of how turn on he was with Jamie ramming so deeply into his behind. He still clung to Jamie tightly, and let his mouth run wild with moans and gasps.

"Jamie, Ja-Jamie, love," Damon whimpered lowly, grunting after another rather hard shove from the brunette. "I love you."

Jamie smiled and replied, "I love you too."

Damon's heart fluttered in happiness, and it felt as though it was beating even harder than it actually was. He giggled in satisfaction and nuzzled his face into Jamie's neck above. He kissed at Jamie’s moist skin fervently and then collapsed back down below, moaning lowly again.

The blond's face fell suddenly and he gazed up at Jamie warily. "I'm, erm, gonna come." He was trying to hold back that feeling resonating in his cock and it was painfully hard to do so. He scrunched his eyes together, closer to his peek than ever as Jamie kept hitting his sweet spot straight on.

"‘S at a problem? ‘S fine," Jamie muttered, eyes now shut together as he was in an incredible amount of euphoria.

"Well, d'you m-mind if it - uhhnn, gets on you?" Damon stuttered back.

"Oh, damn it, love, ‘course it don't!" Jamie snapped back, and Damon smiled weakly to the reply.

He pulled Jamie's face down closer to his own again, enjoying the last few moments of that feeling that only lasts for what feels like seconds. Smiling, he reached up and kissed Jamie's lips lightly again and then snapped back, letting out one final moan.

"Jamie, oh my God, Jamie!" Damon cried loudly, jerking up into the artist's heaving belly above. His twitching prick ran up the other man's stomach, and he felt a burst of energy rush through his entire body. He released a large load on Jamie's stomach and gasped, another one spurting out onto his mate's stomach again straight after. "O-oh God, fuck me..."

Damon's body fell limp, letting out extremely large heaves for air while Jamie fucked him a bit more slowly now. He blinked the sweat out of his eyes, and still let out an occasional small groan as Jamie pushed in and out.

"Ya almost done?" Damon murmured. "I'm s-sorry..."

"Never be sorry," Jamie chuckled. "Yeah, I-I'm almost there. You feel all right?"

Damon's guttural moans still sounded in the bus. He nodded weakly, licking at his lips numerous times to catch the sweat. "You keep at this up all night and I could get another hard on." A soft chuckle soon followed that sentence.

Jamie grinned at that.

Damon then asked, "I-Is it okay if you come in my mouth?"

The question was very vulgar to be asked aloud, but Damon had to ask it. Jamie quirked an eyebrow at this. Why would he want to do that? A bit degrading to another man his age, wasn't it? Jamie didn't really know. Damon had never asked this before.

"I've not done it in a while," Damon whispered, and his voice sounded a bit hurt when he added, "...I sound like a whore."

Jamie shushed him. "No, that's fine, love. You can, yeah."

At that, Damon also had confirmed that he had given other men blowjobs before. Jamie smirked to that and Damon noticed the weird smile. Jamie found that a bit kinky. Damon clearly did know his stuff.

"You haven't done it in a while?" Jamie asked, raising his eyebrows and looking amused. He loved how he was able to carry on a conversation while he was still fucking Damon. It was seemingly easy.

Damon's eyes which were closed most of the time after he released his load, scrunched together tighter than they already were. "Yes, I'll be honest with that. Maybe with... you know..."

Jamie laughed lightly. He found that amusing.

"You're a prick, y'know." Damon smiled while his eyes stayed closed.

Jamie laughed a bit harder to that comment. "Just teasin’ ya, Albarn."

"I know, Hewlett. Mmm, yes..." he murmured. His tongue hung out of the side of his mouth for a moment. "Jamie, you're gonna get me h-horny while I'm dead tired..."

Jamie moaned lowly and smiled. "I'm there, J-Jesus... better get ready, feels like a lot of come."

Damon let out a small noise of relief as Jamie pulled himself out. He felt rather empty all of a sudden, but he knew at once that he should sit up and get down to Jamie's cock. Smiling eagerly, he slowly pulled himself up to see Jamie pumping himself really quickly over his body. He was shaking from pure exhaustion but he'd have to manage a few more moments.

"Fuck, Damon, fucking Hell..." Jamie moaned lowly, furiously running his hand up and down his shaft. "I'm coming..."

Damon rested his right hand on Jamie's chest to hold himself steady and leaned down towards Jamie's cock, which the artist still had a hold of at the base. Damon took the other's prick into his own hand and pumped him a last few times, aiming the tip at his open mouth.

Jamie moaned suddenly and loudly, and it made Damon flinch as Jamie hadn't been that loud all night. He bucked forward, the tip of his dick bumping into Damon's mouth, and he came into the open orifice at least being ninety per cent accurate with his aim. Damon swallowed down Jamie's seed with much vigour and then wrapped his lips around the tip of Jamie's cock, sucking the remaining semen off his shaft. His ran his tongue around the end of Jamie's penis for a moment, and pulled back, sitting up in front of the artist.

Both of the middle aged men shared smiles with each other. That was definitely an experience they'd never be able to recreate again. And it was all very nerve-wracking too, as anyone could have come into the bus at anytime. Thank God no one had though.

"You-you've got a little bit..." Jamie said lowly with a grin. He pointed to his lips, gesturing that Damon should probably tend to his own.

"Oh, ah." Damon blushed a dark red and even Jamie could see his burning face from under the shadow of bed bunk. He fervently wiped at his mouth and warily smiled to Jamie after. "Well, um." He licked at his top lip, just to make sure. "Well..."

"Well, what, Damon?" Jamie asked, moving from his knees to crossing his legs. He pulled them in tight and held his skinny shins in both of his hands.

"That was just lovely," Damon stated bashfully. He flashed a pretty smile at Jamie with gold tooth and all, and then sighed, eyes floating elsewhere on the bus. "Thank you."

Jamie nodded. "‘Course, Dames. That was a rather... needed... intimate moment we've been lacking for the last few years."

Damon just laughed lowly and leaned forward, hiding his face into Jamie's neck. Jamie pushed his head against Damon's and smiled again.

"I'll smell awful now. The show, plus our little sex escapade," Damon laughed out.

"Why don't we have a little shower? Get cleaned up? And go to bed."

"Go to bed together?" Damon cocked an eyebrow. He liked the idea and thought of this, but it seemed a bit risky with the entire band about.

"Gah, who cares what they think?" Jamie was reading into Damon's expression. "Besides, how many times have half the people on this bloody tour ended up cuddling and drunk off their arses?"

"Too many to count," Damon replied.

"Exactly! So, erm, clothes back on. I'll quickly clean this, er-" He moved back from Damon and pointed at the come drying up on his stomach. "- yeah, off in the bus loo and we'll go together?"

"Jamie, I'm going to die of exhaustion if we don't hurry though," Damon complained to Jamie as he watched his skinny little body crawl off the bed. "And the damn Glastonbury showers better be clean like last year."

Jamie waved him off while bending down and collecting his discarded clothing from all over the place. "You'll manage and I bet they're just fine, love."

Damon peeked around the bed bunk bars as he watched the entirely naked Jamie walk to the end of the bus and into the bathroom. He sighed, closed his eyes for a moment and just sat still. Jamie was too lovely for him.

Damon weakly then called aloud, "Why clothes back on?"

He heard Jamie grunt loudly in the washroom. "So it doesn't look like we just fucked?"

Damon nodded, eyes still closed from being so tired.

It was only in a matter of seconds when Jamie was coming out of the bathroom with his striped shirt on and holding his jeans, undies, and belt, but wearing nothing else. Damon eyed him up until Jamie snorted, placed his pants and belt on the top bunk adjacent to the blond. He tugged his underwear up quickly so that Damon could not have a chance at a ... staring contest with his junk any longer.

"You need me to clothe you now?" Jamie asked in a gruff tone, though joking.

Damon rolled his eyes and shook his head. He'd clothe himself even if it would be a bit difficult with his limbs still shaking so terribly after that incredible experience. He reached out with both of his hands to Jamie, asking to be helped up.

Jamie laughed while he was putting on his jeans and helped out to Damon after his pants were snug around his own waist. The blond struggled to stand, legs trembling from his weight alone. Jamie told him to lean against the bunk and he'd gather his mate's clothing for him.

"You can't possibly be that tired," Jamie hissed playfully, leaning far over the bunk that was across the one they just had sex on. He snatched Damon's shirt from the farthest edge of the mattress and handed it to the sleepy singer.

Damon nodded. "I am," his hoarse voice replied. "I've never had sex like that before. Jamie, I'm still shaking."

Jamie felt as though he couldn't stop laughing at Damon tonight. He chuckled yet again at the blond while he bent down to pick up his jeans, belt and also, underwear. He stood straight in front of the singer and placed the pile of clothes on the bunk beside their heads. He grinned at Damon, hand gesturing out to the shirt in the other's hand.

"Damon, love, I think you're over exaggerating," Jamie laughed and he pulled Damon's red-and-black striped shirt over his head for him. Damon shook his head to that, so Jamie sighed in reply.

He helped Damon raise his shaking arms and put them through the sleeves. While Damon struggled with that, Jamie began wiping off his sweat ladened face with swift fingers. Damon scrunched his eyes together as Jamie flicked his fingers down Damon's nose. He began wiping the shiny bits off his cheeks too.

Damon took his own briefs off the bed while Jamie brushed at the musician's forehead. The artist then held Damon up while he stumbled about trying to get his leg into at least one of the panties’ hole.

After Damon was fully clothed, the artist and the vocalist headed off to the showers, arms around shoulders. Damon was still stumbling around so Jamie was holding all the soaps and towels. He didn't mind though; he found Damon being so exhausted amusing.

Walking through the crowds of people was even more tiring to Damon. He couldn't believe how awake all of them looked. Maybe he'd feel better after his shower.

Part 4