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“You’re fucking terrible at this” Graham said laughing. He was sitting on his bedroom floor playing around with his guitar. He and Damon wanted to start a band and they were really serious about it, so they had been spending a lot of time together for the past month, even more than usual. Sometimes Damon stayed over at his house for days, (that didn’t please Graham’s mum at all) and sometimes Graham stayed over at Damon’s (whose mum was way more laid back than his) that night was the sixth night in a row Damon was sleeping over, they were working on a new song and it was coming out better than they had expected so, there was no time to waste. “Finally, something the great Damon Albarn sucks at.” He laughed again and received a pillow on the head.
“Shut up.” Damon laughed too; he really did suck at guitar. “I don’t suck you’re just better than me. I’ll give you that.”
“Wow that must be the humblest thing you’ve ever said.” Graham teased again.
“Yeah, yeah okay I get it.” He put his guitar aside and yawned stretching his arms. “I’m tired, why don’t we stop for a while?”
“Alright.” Graham was pretty tired too; it was late and they had been playing all day. He climbed on top of his bed and put his head on Damon’s lap. This wasn’t something he did with any other friend, in general he was a very reserved kind of guy, but with Damon it just felt right. He was his best friend. And a really cool one; Damon had a big personality and he didn’t give a shit about what other people thought or said about him. Graham felt more confident when he was around “Fancy a beer?” he asked. The two of them had been drinking a lot lately, mainly stuff they stole from their parents. It was a lot of fun but they had to do it in secret since Graham’s parents didn’t want him to drink until he was older. Graham thought this rule was ridiculous, he was sixteen already.
“sure.” Damon lit a fag and gave one to Graham who lit it too, his mom was gonna give him shit about smoking inside the house in the morning. “You gotta go get them though. I better stay out of your mother’s sight after what happened that night. I don’t know why she hates me so much. I take good care of you” Graham scoffed.
“Well maybe if you hadn’t told her to ‘mind her own fucking business’ after she caught you stealing a bottle of scotch from her cabinet- “
“Hey that’s not my fault, I wasn’t thinking properly. I was too fucking drunk that night.”
“How does that help the situation at all?” Graham said bursting into laughter. Damon joined him laughing too. “And ‘that night’ was last night you prick”
“Fine, just get us something to drink it’s Saturday night, can’t two lads get wasted in peace for once?” he said, sounding dramatic on purpose. Graham pinched him in the waist which was Damon’s ticklish spot and headed downstairs, luckily his mom would be asleep. He was back in the room within five minutes. “That was fast” Graham threw a can of beer at Damon and opened one for himself.
“I got us a six pack and- “He made a dramatic pause and took a bottle filled with dark liquid out of his shirt. “Some premium stolen scotch.” He placed it on the bed and Damon choked on his beer laughing.
“You’re an absolute legend”
“Thank you.” He took the first sip of his beer. They joked around as they drank and smoked cigarette after cigarette and in half an hour the six cans were empty. Graham felt a little merry but definitely not drunk. “Let’s try that scotch then.”
“Hey slow down.” Damon took the heavy bottle and put it aside, Graham had literally just finished his last beer and wanted to drink more already? Sometimes he felt concerned about Graham’s new drinking habit. He realized he had sounded harsher than he had meant to. “I mean, let’s make this one last, okay?”
Graham frowned but nodded. “Okay.” He did feel a bit drowsy now so he leaned against Damon for support. “I thought we were gonna get shit faced tonight. We get really creative when we’re drunk” Damon held him by the waist pushing him closer. Graham put his head on Damon’s shoulder, hiding his face on the crook of his neck. Damon felt goosebumps all over his body when he felt Graham’s breath on his skin.
“Yeah, but I think we should stop drinking for a few days, I’m tired of waking up hungover.”
“Alright, what do you wanna do then?”
“I don’t know, let’s just talk, maybe we find out we’re creative when we’re sober too.”
“We are talking right now.” Graham said, realizing he was still leaning against Damon. He let go and lay on the bed facing the ceiling, Damon followed. “You’re such a bore.” He half joked.
“You’re such a spoiled kid.” Damon laughed and Graham elbowed him on the ribs. “Hey that hurt.” Damon elbowed him back and in two seconds they were mock-wrestling, laughing and trying to get on top of each other. Graham ended up sitting on Damon’s lap holding his wrists really hard with both hands so the singer couldn’t move.
“I guess I won then.” Graham said letting Damon’s arms go while still sitting on top of his hips. Damon was breathing really fast, tired for the short fight and also because seeing Graham on top of him sent shivers down his spine, he didn’t want him to move so he placed his hands on Graham’s waist. If he had to be completely honest, he had played this exact scenario inside his head many times. Although in his fantasy they both were wearing less clothes, sometimes no clothes at all. He blushed at this. “Hey day, what are you doing mate?” Graham said laughing a bit, not understanding the situation very well.
Damon could only think ‘fuck it’ as he sat up placing a hand on Graham’s back, kissing him on the lips, Graham kissed him back just briefly before frowning and pushing Damon away. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”