note: i’ve been so caught up in exams and other interests, i havent written anything for these sweethearts in a long while. here’s some fluff. <3
the night before was a blur. an argument stemming from something ridiculous. something unnecessary that built up into yelling and graham storming out back home.
damon had been mulling it over all morning over his breakfast. he feels guilty, and he imagines graham isnt taking it the best either. he doesnt do well with guilt. he completely shuts down and feels as if he’s the worst person in the world and is worth no more than a bug, scuttling in the cracks of the pavement.
they’ve had their disagreements as one does, but its always been resolved the same day. apologies and kissing it better to make sure there was no hard feelings left. this was the first proper argument they’d ever had while together.
the rain falls hard against the window. the clouds in the sky are dark and angry and they loom over the city. theres no chance of that rain calming down anytime soon.
there’s a knock at damon’s door.
he looks up curiously, putting his newspaper down and slowly standing up from the kitchen table. he walks across the hall to the door and opens it.
stood there, absolutely wet through, is graham. he’s holding a bunch of flowers. his brown eyes meet his partner’s. glassy and puppy-like, and they glance away. he’s comparable to a soggy kitten.
“i…i hope these are okay…” he swallows thickly, gesturing to the flowers, shifting his weight awkwardly from foot to foot.
damon sighs softly and leans against the doorframe, eyes scanning over the drenched man in front of him, who’s frame is shaking from the cold.
he looks at the flowers again, emotions betraying him. “i’m sorry…” his voice breaks, and a sob slips through his lips no matter how hard he tried to hold it back. its pitiful.
and it just about breaks damon’s heart. his expression softens and he stands up straight.
“oh, grah…” he mutters, taking the flowers from him and pulling him into his arms. “come here, you silly man…they’re perfect.” he doesnt even care that he’s soaked through. he wants to hold him. he needs it. they both do.
graham clings to his partner, shivering and crying softly into his shoulder. “i didnt mean to say that stuff, im sorry…”
damon shakes his head. he rubs his hand against the other’s back, soothing him. he turns his head to the side to kiss graham’s cheek and then rests against his shoulder.
“its okay. im sorry too, darlin’…” he means that. they both said some things they didnt mean at all.
he pulls him into the house and closes the door, keeping out the rain. he slowly pulls away from graham and takes his jacket off. “lets get you out of these wet clothes…”
the other pathetically complies, letting damon help him out of his soaking shirt and jeans. his soft voice is helping him calm down.
“i’ll find you something to wear, but itll be a bit too big on you…” he takes his hand in his. he places the flowers on the table and pulls him across the house to his bedroom.
damon sits him on the bed. the same one they had shared many times before. where many cuddles and kisses had been shared, where fits of giggles had occured, where sweet love had been made with eachother.
he’s aware of his state of undress and grows a bit pink, and it doesnt help that he cant seem to stop crying. he sits on the bed in just his underwear, crying like a baby letting his partner get him something to wear.
he finds him a t-shirt to wear. he takes it slowly and pulls it on. it’s a bit too big, and it makes him feel smaller than he already does. his eyelids feel heavy with emotion. at least it smells like him.
his gaze meets damon’s briefly, but he looks down instead. damon steps forward and wraps his arms around graham. he peppers kisses all over his hair. he just wants to comfort him. to show him its okay and he loves him and he’s not angry in the slightest.
the other wraps his thin arms around damon in return, needing something to hold. damon pulls away slightly to lean down and cup his face in his hands. thats always been graham’s favourite thing. he melts.
two calloused thumbs rub the tears off of his soft cheeks. “no more tears. stop…stop it, you’re breakin’ my heart here…” he pokes his nose. finally, he gets a little smile out of him. a small, involuntary, teary smile, and it means everything.
damon leans forward to give him a kiss on the lips. graham melts, kissing back with all the emotions that are built up inside him, needing to feel his lips against his own. he sighs softly as they part.
“im not mad at you, by the way. i never was.” he confesses, voice soft and caring. his hands trace the features of his face. his brow, his cheeks, his wiry stubble, his lips.
graham absolutely basks in it. he’s utterly smitten for touch like this. damon is just so incredibly gentle with him.
“i love you…” he whispers, turning his head to kiss the palm that rested on the side of his face, cheek squished against it as he leans. his eyes are still glossed over, but the tears are done.
damon gets a stupid smile on his face at that. goodness, hes so fucking sweet and he knows it. he abuses it like some kind of power he had over him.
“i love you too, darlin’.”
graham reaches up a hand to run through his partner’s hair. still a little messy from sleep, but so soft. he must look a proper mess right now. he clearly hadnt slept well.
the other takes his hand and helps him up, taking him through to the kitchen. he gets out a mug and pours him a cup of coffee from the pot he had brewed for himself earlier.
graham smiles softly and takes the cup, holding it in both hands. luckily, the house was warm, so him being in just a t-shirt and his boxers wasnt too much of an issue. he felt perfectly comfortable being like this with his partner. he’d seen him in less.
“thank you…” he says softly.
damon gives him a kiss on the cheek and goes to collect the flowers from the kitchen table. they did smell lovely.
he gets a vase from in one of the cabinets and fills it with some water. “these smell amazing, sweetheart. they’re perfect. its sort of a sweet earthy smell…”
“mhm…” he murmurs into his drink, finding comfort in the warmth of the coffee. he had odd ways of self-soothing, but he never allowed himself to do it too much. it made him feel small, vulnerable, pathetic…and he didnt like those feelings unless he was with his partner. so now he allowed it.
he slowly walks over to where damon is placing the flowers into the vase, and lets his head fall against his back. he wants to be held. he wants those warm arms around him. he wants to lean.
the other chuckles softly. “i gotcha. don’t you worry.”
he leaves the flowers and turns slowly around. graham lifts his head off and then promptly flops into his arms. they wrap around his slightly slimmer frame and hold him close, rocking him from side to side. thunder starts to roll outside. its a soothing ambiance.
rain isnt always bad. it doesnt always mean sad. it can feel cozy when youre warm inside with the person you love. even if that love is frowned upon by society. of course the one thing they chose to fear is love.
that doesn’t matter for damon and graham. they have eachother. rocking slowly back and forth under the warm kitchen lights, comforted by the pattering against the window and the warmth of eachothers arms.
graham comes out of the bathroom, freshly washed and in some pyjamas. they were sharing a hotel room. just like old times. they couldn’t afford separate rooms for all four of them back them, so they shared in pairs.
damon is already tucked into the double bed, curled up on his claimed side. graham sighs softly in content, placing his neatly folded clothes into his suitcase and padding over to the bed. he sits down on his side.
he feels the other shifting, making the mattress move and bounce. he then feels two, unexpected but not unwelcome, arms wrap around his middle. a face nuzzles against his side.
damon always used to tuck himself against graham like this after he had showered. despite graham being scrawny, the singer desired his body heat.
the younger chuckles, and reaches down to pat his arms. they’re smooth and littered with freckles with whiskers of hairs all up his forearm. his slightly larger hand slides to cover one of damons. his hands feel softer without all his rings.
“alright?” he asks softly, ruffling his own dark hair after deciding it needed fixing immediately. he slips off his glasses and puts them onto the bedside.
damon nods against his side. his arms slightly tighten and then loosen again. a gentle squeeze. “s’warm…” he murmurs into the fabric of graham’s faded band tee that had been demoted to pyjamas. he didnt have any matching pairs. just some worse-for-wear tops and checkered bottoms.
his nose rubs against the soft material, almost as if he cant get enough of it. graham reaches a hand behind him to place promptly onto the older’s head and ruffle up his hair.
“im gonna lie down now…” he hints, asking for him to let go indirectly. damon complies hesitantly and withdraws his arms from their place that had his friend tucked into them.
the guitarist snuggles down and lies in the bed, pulling the covers over himself. the bed was chilly from the lack of body heat being in it. he tries to nudge a foot onto damon’s side to steal his warmth, but the other nudges it away.
“stop it. your toes will be all chilly…”
graham giggles to himself, turning over onto his side to face damon. the other has got that stupid wobbly grin on his face that he only makes to him. he’s never made that face to anyone but graham.
he reaches over to turn off the main light. now they’re only softly illuminated by graham’s side lamp. its cozy and comfortable, and it instantly makes the younger feel warmer.
“d’you remember…” he begins.
damon perks up, looking at graham with his softest eyes, still sporting that ‘proud dad’ smile as he looks at him.
“when we had to squish onto your single bed. we were, what…fourteen?” he chuckles and meets damon’s eyes again. “because you didnt have the bloody spare mattress for me…”
the singer giggles at the memory. “i told you the sofa was free, but you insisted it was ‘freezing in there’”
graham makes a mock-offended face and gasps softly. “it was! fuckin’ boltic in your living room, it was awful…’specially at night.”
the older tuts and rolls his eyes, fidgeting and ringing his hands subtly by his chest. he’d missed this, but he hadnt truly realised it until it was gone. he’s never felt such relief that graham’s back. right here in front of him. his little pal.
“anyway…we had to practically cuddle all night.” he smiles, suddenly looking sheepish. “i hate to say i enjoyed it…”
the older laughs with him, reaching over to push his hair out of his eyes. its a gentle, caring gesture. almost motherly.
“why bring that up?” he asks, curiously.
his eyes flicker over the sparks of grey in his friends hair. still so soft and dark brown, but with little shocks of greys mixed in there. they’re getting older now.
graham shrugs in response.
damon smirks and lets out a soft laugh, nudging his arm. he gives him a look, before chuckling and lifting an arm
“come here, you know you wanna…”
graham stares into damon inviting open arms. the tips of his ears warm, and his lip tucks under the top. he wasnt a crier, but right now he felt as if he might. he hadnt had tears in a long time. damon’s hugs were the most paternal, warm, comforting thing.
graham all but hesitates, shifting over to tuck safely into the warm arms of bliss itself. his arms wrap around in return. its a gentle cuddle at first, but it starts to feel more desperate. clinging tighter.
damon holds him close, hand rubbing up and down his back soothingly. it still felt like getting a hug from heaven itself. it was never about the lack of room.
The album cover of Think Tank is kind of representation of gramon to me, the two people are cuddling, it's like the relationship between Damon and Graham, which they are each other's best mates, while both figures are wearing diving helmets, an innuendo of completely lacked communication between the two (which discussed by Damon and Graham several times about why they had split) . And the whole art feels like in a deep sea scenario, what happened between the singer and the guitarist was so sad that made them struggled and suffocated.
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