Strings of Desire
Pairing: Graham Coxon x Damon Albarn
(I imagined Graham and Damon in their 1998 - 2000 era)
WARNINGS (TW) ‼️‼️‼️‼️
Explicit sexual scenes, including acts like oral sex, etc.
Mature themes, such as romance, attraction, and emotional closeness.
Some mild profanity, mostly used during intimate situations.
No significant violence, but the story involves secrecy and possible coming-out moments within a band setting, which may feel emotionally heavy for some readers.
Word Count: 2,100
Notes: Thanks for reading! Sorry if it's kinda weird, let me know if you need more details or adjustments ^^
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Damon looked at the shelves filled with the things Graham treasured. The MTV award they always claimed “didn’t matter” but still placed right at the front. The little Pikachu figure whose paint had started to fade. Graham's vinyl collection arranged so neatly it looked like a tiny museum. Everything felt like small pieces of Graham's mind scattered around the room.
Graham lowered his gaze back to his guitar. His fingers brushed the strings, and suddenly the whole studio felt warmer.
“Are you really sure you’re not staring at me?” Graham asked, smiling a little without looking up.
Damon froze for a second. “I’m just… watching you work. You look so alive when you play.”
This time Graham did look at Damon. Not in a teasing way, not even in a playful way. More like… he didn’t quite know how to take the compliment.
“You make it sound like it’s something special,” Graham said quietly.
“Well yeah, it is,” Damon replied. The words slipped out faster than he expected.
Graham laughed under his breath, soft and warm. “Then stay there. I like it when you’re here.”
Damon sat back in the small chair near the speaker, watching Graham again. The way Graham tilted his head when searching for the right chord. How he bit the tip of his lips when repeating a part he didn’t like. And the light in his eyes every time he found the sound he wanted.
The studio was full of noise, but it somehow felt like only the two of them existed.
“Sometimes I forget,” Graham said suddenly, still plucking at the strings, “that I don’t always have to be alone when I make music.”
Damon looked at him for a long moment. “I’m here.”
Graham's hands stilled midway through a chord. He straightened, turning toward Damon with an expression that made Damon's chest tighten in ways he didn’t want to admit.
“Yeah,” Graham said softly. “I know.”
The room quieted, just the hum of the fan and the faint smell of paint from the corner.
Graham then reached for the small electric guitar he used for quick jams. “Here,” he said. “Sit closer. I wanna show you something.”
Damon moved beside him. Graham shifted his chair slightly so Damon could sit right next to him, their shoulders almost touching.
“Listen,” Graham murmured, fingers pressing carefully onto the strings like he was afraid of breaking the air around them.
Damon stayed silent, listening. And somehow the studio felt like the smallest and biggest place in the world at the same time.
“You always look like you’re falling in love with music,” Damon said before he could stop himself.
Graham stopped playing. Turned toward Damon. “I think I am,” he said with a quiet smile. Then added, after a beat, “And maybe… not just with music.”
Damon's heart beat faster. The words hung in the air. Graham looked at him with eyes that seemed to see everything. Damon leaned in a little, pulled by something he couldn't name.
"Damon," Graham whispered, his voice rough now. His hand reached out, fingers touching Damon's on the guitar. The touch felt electric. Damon didn't pull away. He turned his hand over, letting their fingers link. Graham's skin was warm and rough from playing.
The studio felt smaller. The air felt thicker. Graham moved closer on his chair. Their knees touched. Damon could smell Graham, his cologne mixed with sweat. It made Damon's pulse quicken.
"You mean that?" Damon asked, his voice low.
Graham nodded slowly. His free hand came up to Damon's jaw. His thumb traced Damon's cheek. Damon leaned into it, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, Graham was closer. His breath was warm on Damon's face. "Yeah," Graham said. "I do."
Then Graham kissed him. It started soft, like testing. But Damon kissed back, opening his lips. It got deeper. Graham's tongue moved in slowly. Damon made a soft sound, his hand going to Graham's shoulder.
Graham pulled Damon closer. Their chairs scraped the floor. Damon was almost in Graham's lap. Graham's fingers tangled in Damon's hair, tilting his head. Damon felt the heat from Graham's body through his shirt. His own hands moved, sliding under Graham's shirt, feeling his stomach muscles.
"Fuck, Damon," Graham said against his lips. He pulled Damon's shirt up and off, throwing it aside. His eyes looked over Damon's body, hungry. Damon shivered. He took Graham's shirt off too, seeing his lean body. Damon kissed Graham's collarbone, biting gently. Graham's head fell back. His hands went to Damon's waist, pulling him close.
Their bodies pressed together. Hips moved against each other. Damon felt Graham hard through his jeans. The rubbing felt good. Graham's hands slid down, he kissed Damon again, hot and needy.
"You feel so good," Graham said, his lips on Damon's neck, sucking. Damon arched, his fingers digging into Graham's back. The room smelled like them now.
Graham pushed back a little. He undid Damon's belt, fingers quick. Damon did the same to Graham. Jeans unzipped. Graham's hand went into Damon's boxers, holding him firmly. Damon gasped. He did the same, stroking Graham slowly.
They moved together. Kissing, touching. Breaths came fast. Graham's thumb circled the tip, spreading wetness. Damon pushed into his hand, moaning. Graham was close too, hips jerking. They held back, enjoying the feeling.
Graham stopped stroking for a moment. He looked at Damon, "Let me taste you," he said quietly. Damon nodded, heart racing. Graham slid off the chair, kneeling between Damon's legs. He pulled Damon's boxers down, freeing him. Graham's hand wrapped around the base, holding steady. Then he leaned in, tongue flicking the tip first, slow and teasing. Damon groaned really hard.
Graham took him in deeper, mouth warm and wet. He sucked gently at first, then harder, head bobbing in a steady rhythm. His free hand massaging lightly. Damon tangled his fingers in Graham's hair, guiding but not forcing. The feeling was intense. Graham's tongue swirling, lips tight around him. Damon moaned louder, hips bucking a little. "Gra.. Graham... fuck, that feels good," he whispered.
Graham hummed in response, the vibration sending shocks through Damon. He kept going, faster now, until Damon was close to the edge. But Graham pulled back just in time, lips swollen, breathing hard. "Not yet," he said with a smirk, standing up again.
"Damon," Graham whispered, forehead to forehead. "I want you. All of you."
Damon nodded, out of breath. But then the studio door opened. They stopped, hearts pounding. The moment stayed unfinished.
The door creaked wider, and in walked Alex, holding a coffee tray. He paused, eyes widening at the sight, Graham and Damon half-undressed, chairs pushed together, the air thick with the scent of sweat and arousal. "Uh... sorry, man," Alex stammered, backing up a step. "Didn't know you had company. I'll just... leave this here." He set the tray on a nearby table and bolted out, the door clicking shut behind him.
Graham let out a shaky laugh, his forehead still pressed to Damon's. "That was close," he muttered, but his hand slid back to Damon's waist, fingers tracing lazy circles on his skin. Damon grinned, his body still buzzing from the near-release. "Yeah, but... we're alone again now."
The interruption had only heightened the tension. Graham's lips found Damon's neck, kissing softly at first, then nipping. Damon tilted his head, giving him more access, his own hands roaming Graham's back, nails scratching lightly. "We should lock the door next time," Damon whispered, his voice hoarse.
Graham hummed in agreement, his mouth trailing lower, sucking on Damon's collarbone. He pushed Damon back against the chair, kneeling between his legs again. "Or not," Graham said, he took Damon in his hand, stroking slowly, thumb teasing the underside. Damon gasped, hips lifting off the seat.
This time, Graham didn't stop. He leaned in, mouth replacing his hand, taking Damon deep. The warmth, the suction, it was overwhelming. Damon gripped the chair arms, moaning Graham's name. Graham's free hand cupped Damon's thigh, squeezing, while his tongue worked in steady, maddening patterns.
"Fuck, Graham... I'm gonna-" Damon warned, but Graham pulled back just enough, lips brushing the tip. "Not yet," he teased again, standing and pulling Damon up with him. They stumbled toward the couch in the corner, shedding the rest of their clothes along the way.
Naked now, bodies pressed together on the worn leather, they explored each other fully.
Graham's mouth on Damon's chest, licking and biting nipples until they hardened. Damon's hand between Graham's legs, stroking him firmly, matching the rhythm Graham set with his own touches. They ground against each other, skin slick, breaths mingling in desperate kisses.
Graham flipped them, pinning Damon beneath him. He kissed down Damon's body, pausing to suck at his hip bones, then lower. His tongue dipped into Damon's navel, making him squirm. "You taste so good," Graham murmured, voice muffled against skin.
Damon arched, fingers in Graham's hair. "More," he begged. Graham obliged, his mouth finding Damon's length again, sucking with renewed hunger. The room filled with wet sounds and moans, the unfinished moment now a full blaze.
But as Damon neared the peak, the door rattled again, Alex knocking this time. "Graham? We gotta talk about the setlist."
They froze, bodies tangled, hearts racing. Graham sighed, resting his head on Damon's chest. "Later," he promised, but the interruption left them both aching, the heat unresolved once more. The studio door stayed closed, but the world outside waited, teasing the edge of their secret.
Alex knocked again, louder. "Graham? Seriously, open up. It's important."
Graham groaned, lifting his head. "Give us a minute!" he called back, his voice strained. He looked at Damon, eyes full of frustration and desire. "We can't keep stopping like this."
Damon nodded, his body still throbbing. "Then don't. Lock the door. Tell him to go away."
Graham hesitated for a second, then stood, grabbing his jeans and pulling them on just enough to answer the door. He cracked it open, blocking the view.
Alex blinked, confused. "But-"
Graham said, “Could you leave for now? we can discuss this tomorrow with Damon.” He closed the door and locking it this time. He turned back to Damon, shedding his jeans again. "No more interruptions."
Damon smiled, pulling Graham down onto the couch. Their mouths crashed together, hungry and urgent. Hands roamed freely now, no holding back. "Fuck, I need you," Graham whispered, his hands sliding between Damon's legs, teasing his entrance. Damon moaned, nodding. "Me too. Do it."
Graham reached for a small bottle of lube from a drawer nearby, he'd kept it there for "inspiration" sessions. He coated his fingers, then pressed one inside Damon slowly, stretching him. Damon gasped, rocking back, his head thrown back. "Yes... more."
Graham added a second finger, curling them to hit that spot that made Damon see stars. He stroked himself with his other hand, watching Damon's face twist in pleasure. "You're so tight," Graham murmured, leaning up to kiss Damon's neck.
When Damon was ready, Graham positioned himself, the tip pressing against him. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, both of them groaning at the fullness. Damon wrapped his legs around Graham's waist, pulling him deeper. "God, Graham... move."
Graham started thrusting, slow at first, then faster, building a rhythm. The couch creaked under them, but they didn't care. Damon's nails dug into Graham's shoulders, leaving marks. Graham's hand found Damon's length, stroking in time with his hips.
It was intense, raw, their bodies slick with sweat, breaths mixing in gasps. "You feel amazing," Graham panted, his pace quickening. Damon arched, meeting each thrust. "Harder... I'm close."
Graham obliged, pounding deeper, his own release building. They came together, Damon first, spilling over Graham's hand. Then Graham, burying himself deep as he filled Damon, shuddering.
They collapsed in a heap, tangled and spent. Graham kissed Damon's forehead, smiling softly. "That was... everything."
Damon laughed breathlessly, holding him close. "Yeah. And we're definitely locking the door next time."
The studio quieted again, just their hearts slowing, the secret now fully shared. The world outside could wait. For now, it was just them.
They lay there on the couch, bodies entwined, Graham's arm draped over Damon's chest as they caught their breath. Damon traced lazy patterns on Graham's back, smiling softly. Hours passed in quiet comfort, the studio lights dimming as night fell.
Eventually, they dressed and straightened up, the moment fading back into normalcy. Graham pulled Damon close one last time, kissing his forehead. "Tomorrow," he said, glancing at Damon, "We will discuss with Alex."