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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Blur
  Relationship:
      Damon_Albarn/Graham_Coxon
  Character:
      Damon_Albarn, Graham_Coxon
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-08-24 Words: 1479
****** Gayboy ******
by roomeight
Summary
     Damon is the victim of another bully attack at school, and Graham
     helps him recover.
 
 
Damon fidgeted a little on the bed, pulling his cap down further to hide his
forehead.

“Let me see it.” Graham wiggled his fingers toward Damon’s head.

“I won’t laugh, I promise.”

“Yes you will.”

“Really, I won’t.” Graham replied, holding two fingers in front of him with
doleful eyes.  “Scout’s honor.”
 
Damon sighed, pulling his baseball cap off his head, blonde streaks of hair
falling over his marked forehead. There, plain as day against his pale skin was
written “gayboy” in sloppy sharpie lettering.

“There. You happy now?”

Graham had to force himself to keep a straight face.

“Again, huh? They’re never very original.”

“You know, you wouldn’t find it so funny if it happened to you, Graham.” Damon
retorted, his face red. He reached a hand to his forehead, trying in vain to
cover the words with his hair.

“Hey, they could have written “All-Bran” instead. Wouldn’t that have been
worse?” Graham pointed out, his hand reaching for the bathroom towel.

“Now, here.” Graham said, very motherly, his hand rubbing a bunch of soap on
Damon’s disgusted face. “Let’s get this off.”

After a few minutes of scrubbing, Damon wiggled impatiently.

“Is it coming off?” He asked hopefully.

“Sort of.” Graham bit his lip.

“What do you mean, sort of?!”

“Well, let’s just say you should probably wear your hat tomorrow to band
practice.” Graham winced, rubbing the wet towel harder against Damon’s
forehead.

All that remained of the lettering was a blurry “gaybo” hiding behind a tuft of
blond hair. Graham threw the dirty towel into the hamper.

“Here, come on.” Graham motioned Damon towards his room. “I think I have
something that’ll cheer you up.”

Graham’s room was an artistic disaster. Records, paint, and music books lined
the floor of his bedroom. His bed was covered in a multi-colored quilt Hazel
had made him for his birthday. It was on this that Damon threw himself on, his
arms stretching outward to either side of the bed. Meanwhile, Graham was
shuffling through the floor of his room, throwing bits and pieces of things
everywhere.

“Aha.”

“What?” Damon asked, absentmindedly rubbing the words on his forehead.

“Here.” Graham emerged from the floor, a round disc of vinyl between his hands.
“I found this at that old charity shop down the street from school.” He walked
towards the record player on the far side of the room.

“Don’t ask me why it was there, I have no idea. But I thought you might like
it.”

“Aww, Graham, that’s so sweet of you to think of me.” Damon smirked, fluttering
his eyelids at Graham.

“Don’t be a tosser.” Graham retorted, putting the needle down on the record.
Damon began to hear the first few chords of a Madness song play through the
room.

“Hey, I love this album!” Damon grinned, getting up a little.

“I knew it’d cheer you up.”

Graham went to the opposite side of the bed, picking up his guitar and
strumming along with the song. “It’d be cool if we played a cover of this,
don’t ya think?” He waited for Damon to answer.

“Dames?” He stopped strumming. “You okay?”

Damon remained silent, his eyes focused on the ceiling.

“Graham, why do you bother to hang around with someone like me?” Damon finally
said, still looking at the ceiling.

Graham laid his guitar down, sitting down on the bed next to his friend.
“Because your bastard arse wouldn’t leave me alone, remember?”

A flicker of a smile passed on Damon’s face before disappearing. “I meant, why
would you hang out with someone who everyone thinks is a gay boy, Graham?”

The guitarist looked down at his hands for a while. “I don’t know, I guess…I
guess it doesn’t really bother me.”

“You know what they say though. What they say at school?” Damon paused. “Don’t
you?”

Graham avoided Damon’s eyes. “I’ve heard the rumors, yeah.”

“So?” Damon asked, propping himself up on his elbows to look at him. “Doesn’t
that bother you?”

Graham studied his hands some more. “What? You mean that everyone thinks I’m
your boyfriend, or something? Because we hang out so much?”

Damon turned his head, his eyes focusing on Graham.

“They’re all just cunts anyway. Why should I care what they think?” Graham said
bitterly. “Why are you asking me this anyway?”

“Because I want to know.”

Graham bit harder into his lip, almost drawing blood.

“Because you want to know if I like boys like you do? Is that it?” Graham spat
out, breaking the eye contact between him and Damon.

There was an uncomfortable silence between the both of them for a few seconds
before Damon cleared his throat. “I never said I liked boys, Graham.”

“Yeah, well, it’s bloody well obvious, isn’t it?” Graham said angrily,
regretting it as soon as he saw the hurt look on Damon’s face.

He took a deep breath. “Look, I’m sorry Damon, I just…I didn’t mean it like
that…”

“It’s okay.”

There was another long pause before either of them said anything.

“I mean, have you…?” Graham said quietly.

“What? Kissed a boy?”

Graham looked down at his hands again. “Well, I mean, I know you’ve kissed
loads of girls…but…I always kind of wondered…” He shifted uncomfortably on the
bed.

“Do you wonder what it’s like?” Damon asked, his voice steady. Another pause.
“Do you want know what it’s like?”

Graham could feel his face flushing red. He felt the bed shift behind him as
Damon put a hand on his shoulder, and then on his chin, pulling his eyes upward
again.

“Do you?” Damon asked, quieter this time. Placing his hands on Graham’s shirt
he began to gently push him back toward the headrest of the bed. Before long,
Graham was laying flat looking up at the ceiling, his best friend hovering
above him. He felt as though his heart was going to burst it was beating so
fast.

“I won’t do anything unless you want me to.” Damon whispered into his ear, the
warm breath on his neck making Graham shiver. Above him, he could feel Damon’s
warm body pressed against him. Meanwhile, Damon’s hand came to rest against
Graham’s jaw line. His hair hung down in blonde slivers against his face,
covering up the mark on his forehead.

Graham slowly nodded his head, his heart feeling as though it would explode if
he did otherwise. Damon’s lips were warm as he felt himself being taken over by
curiosity and lust. Kissing him wasn’t like kissing a girl at all. His mouth
was harder, more persistent and aggressive than any girl he’d ever kissed.
Already, he could feel himself getting hard at the thought of Damon touching
him. He wanted to moan when Damon’s tongue slipped inside his mouth.

Meanwhile, Damon’s hands lingered at the bottom hem of Graham’s shirt, his
hands tugging at the soft fabric.

“Graham,” he breathed, in-between kisses. “I want to see more of you.” Graham
nodded as he felt Damon pull his shirt up over his head and onto the floor.

He stared down at him incredulously. He spoke slowly, his eyes slowly taking
him in. “Gray, you’re so beautiful.”

Warm hands moved over the guitarist’s body as he felt himself taking off
Damon’s shirt as well. And not soon after, warm kisses running down the length
of his body. By now, his erection was burgeoning, and it was obvious to Damon
as his hands traveled down his body. He couldn’t stand not being touched there
anymore.

Damon’s hands found there way to Graham’s zipper, but not before hesitating.

“Graham. Are you sure you want to do this?” Damon’s steady blue eyes pierced
his own.

He nodded, his head dizzy with anticipation. “Yes…God, yes…”

Needing no further permission, Damon’s head disappeared between Graham’s legs
and it wasn’t long before he felt Damon put him in his mouth.

“Jesus…Damon…where’d you learn to do this?” Graham gasped as the hot wetness
enclosed him.

He could hear Damon mumble something before taking him out of his mouth. “Years
of practice.” He said coyly, before disappearing again.

Graham moaned into his pillow, his hands firmly resting on Damon’s blonde head
as he continued. He wasn’t going to last very long, the way things were going.

Looking down he could see Damon, his own hand disappearing underneath his jeans
as he continued to pleasure Graham. The thought of Damon wanting to do this to
him for so long without him knowing it only made him come faster.

He felt Damon’s body collapse next to him after he finished, warm arms pulling
them together.

“Christ, Graham. Are you okay? You won’t stop shaking.” Damon said as he pulled
Graham in tighter, planting kisses all over his neck.

Their foreheads pressed together, Graham’s breathing slowly steadied. “Damon?”

“Hmm?”

“Your mouth should get a fucking medal.”
 
 
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