#gramon fic

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GRAMON RPF MASTERDOC

hello my gramolings !!! i've decided to gather all the information we have on gramon story so far and compile it into a masterdoc so that you can share it with your friends that might not know blur yet or that's really looking for specific informations.

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in the heat of the moment ; gramon

my first gramon fic yay!!!

hope u enjoy it <33

tags : leisure ! gramon , mentions of drugs and alcohol , bottom damon , service top graham , mentions of spitting , mentions of breeding.

Damon had never been the type to express clearly his feelings to anyone.

Or at least, it was like this until he met Graham.

He could remember the warm air around the hallway, the way Graham’s glasses shone when the sun hit them and the small smile he gave him when he introduced himself to that new guy that made his heart beat so fast.

Damon never understood why it happened, but it wasn’t only with boys, it was with girls too.

He felt all sweaty and nervous and his mind was completely blank.

This was when they were kids at school, but now they were adults…and he still felt the same.

He couldn’t decode what Graham thought of him nor the way he felt towards him, but sometimes he sensed like he was okay with the attention Damon gave him.

It wasn’t new to the other guys what happened between them when they drank too much or the way their hands touched slightly and all the world seemed to stop.

One night, after a gig, they all went to drink together and Graham and Damon had one or two drinks more than Dave and Alex which led to the two dragging them to their shared room.

They were staring at the ceiling and their heads were spinning slightly from the alcohol in their veins, but their wrists touched just upon the sheets.

With a slow exhale, Damon grabbed Graham’s hand, but he didn’t seem to notice, so he leaned towards his body and looked at him from where he was, holding himself up on his elbow.

Graham smiled, noticing Damon’s blue eyes on him and took off his glasses, pinching at the bridge of his nose.

The dark brown irises finally met the ocean blue ones and they seemed to glisten in that low light coming from the old lamp standing on the bedside table.

“Day…it’s late and…you’re drunk” muttered Graham with a scoff.

“ ‘m not drunk” Damon said, rubbing one of his eyes.

The other one giggled at that “C’mere Day” he said, opening his arms to the dark blonde one.

Damon climbed next to Graham, immediately finding home under Graham’s arm which now was around his shoulder, pulling him closer.

He nuzzled his face next to Graham’s cheek, humming softly “You smell good, Gra” he muttered.

Graham smiled “Thanks” he stayed silent for a beat “You too”.

Damon giggled at those two words, so simple, but that gave him so much joy.

“You smell like vanilla and…like the sun itself” added Graham.

Damon frowned his brows “The sun smells?” he asked.

“Well, yes, like you”.

He laughed “No, seriously…if the sun had a smell, what would it be?” Damon seemed really invested in the stupid flirty thing Graham said to him.

“Don’t know…maybe like…sunflowers or like honey, you know?”

Damon nodded “Yeah…yeah…that could be”.

There was another beat of silence before Damon could speak again, now his tone was lower than usual “Can I get a kiss?” and Graham smiled.

He always did this kind of things; he was the usual Damon, playful and a bit of an arse and then he became serious and asked for affection from Graham.

Graham leaned into him and their noses brushed a little, Damon could see the amber flake in Graham’s eyes reflecting the light from the street lights outside their window, he could see his nostrils expand at every breath he took and could see the pores on his nose clearly before he closed the distance between them.

Damon’s pale pink lips pressed against Graham’s which opened like a reflex at his pressure, making his tongue slide between the upper and lower lip, starting to gently caress Damon’s tongue.

Damon whined into Graham’s mouth which caused a pull of his hair from him, who groaned in response into his mouth.

He was hungry, hungry for Damon’s body, hungry to touch his hips, to caress his tummy, to grab his legs and push them upon his shoulders…

He zoned out a beat and focused on the sound their lips were making while kissing, that sloppy and wet that caused heat to go down from his face to his groin.

In a second they were half naked and Graham was in between Damon's legs, that were hooked upon his hips, his thighs pressing against his pelvis.

Their hands wandered on their bodies and touched every single inch of each other’s skin while little whines and whispers filled the room.

When both of them were without any piece of clothing, Damon stopped kissing his best friend, his forehead pressed against Graham’s, eyes closed and breath hitched.

“Open” said Graham, bringing two fingers to press on Damon’s lower lip.

He obeyed and looked up at him, his blue eyes shining with prurience.

When his lips opened, Graham’s fingers, index and middle, slipped on his tongue, already wet with spit.

Damon sucked on the other’s digits, never moving his gaze away and afterwards the dominant one slid his fingers on his tip, wetting his whole length.

Immediately Graham’s hips pushed against Damon’s and, with a loud moan, they were finally one.

Every time they did it, it felt like the whole world stopped, like there was only them in that moment.

The first time was messy and in a hurry since they were both drunk and high as fuck, trying not to stumble on their own feet as they kissed each other and took their clothes off their bodies, shaking with excitement.

That time Damon wasn’t sure if he wanted Graham to finish inside him, he thought it might get him feeling dirty, but this time? This time Damon was absolutely sure he wanted the other’s semen to drip on his inner thigh.

And that’s what happened.

When they both reached their climax, Graham hugged Damon from behind, his arm circling his body perfectly and then collapsed upon him.

They laid on the mattress, Damon’s head pressed against the other’s shoulder, lips slowly leaving kisses on his skin “Gra” he spoke “Can we never change this?” he asked.

“Why would we?” asked Graham “You’re the best thing happened to me” and he kissed his forehead.

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this is how some of you write top!damon

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I love these fics so much it's so sad they're orphaned I'd love to read more from the author

(this one is called 'close your eyes sinclair')

You're hurting me you're hurting me you're hurting me you're hurting me

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don't mind me writing 2005 angsty gramon fic ....

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GUESS WHOOOSSS BACKKK with a cabaret au fic? yeah heh.. it me ...

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hey, some hcs for gramon first kiss?

oh yeah! i have tons!!!

they were something about 11 and 12 when it happened.

it happened on damon's house, in his bedroom, where they usually went to listen to new albums damon's dad would buy after class

graham asked him if he had ever kissed someone and damon said "yes, of course! haven't you?" – he was lying, he also never kissed anyone, but didn't want to seem less experienced

graham told him he wanted to kiss a girl from their school, but was too insecure to do it. damon was the one to suggest they practice – "it's no big deal, you know! it's just a kiss"

it started out as a peck on the lips. and then, they tried out with tongue. it was a little too much, damon always had a big, demanding, tongue, but graham understood that it was what made the kiss what it is

they'd spent the whole afternoon kissing and giving each other notes – "you're drooling too much" "did you bite my tongue???"

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gramon (graham and damon) and shivtom (succession) parallels

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this was a thread i made on twitter, but now i've decided i'll also post some of my threads in here to try and revive the gramon fandom. teehee~!

the main starter for my parallels is the fact that both shiv and damon underestimate tom and graham so much, to the point they think that they could never hurt them. they think they hold the power in their dynamic, they think they are so ahead, that they can anticipate the other's moves. they gotta do it — they have to believe their own smartness so they can survive and adapt to any scenario. there always has to be a goal, someone to take down.

logan (shiv's dad) logan said himself "you married a man fathoms beneath you because you don't want to risk being betrayed". this shows us that the main motivator why shiv and tom are even together is the fact that she believes he can't outsmart her, that he doesn't have it in him, that he would always be loyal. she believes tom sees her as someone who will help him to rise socially (and it is true, but we will get to tom/graham later). they share good moments, sure, but shiv ultimately does not know how to fully love someone. she doesn't know to figure out love because it was something she never had: all she knows are transactional relationships and if she's going to make deals with someone, it's better be someone so inferior to her that they are not a threat

damon, per se, was the same during the nineties. he was so vain, he did whatever he needed to do to take down his enemies. he took brett down by taking justine, using the "cool bohemia" aesthetic that was popular during the early 90s. then he adapted once his rivals changed. he was determined, he had a goal. he couldn't risk being betrayed; that's why he never really liked how elastica became popular on certain american niches, he felt like he was being left behind by justine.

but graham... graham could never do that, he would never betray him.

graham was so shy! and whilst he was pretty talented, he was fragile, he didn't have it in him to be a star, he wasn't a killer. damon felt like graham needed him — as much as he needed graham's talent to reach his artistic goals.

but what d and shiv couldn't imagine was that behind that very fragile, servile, face that could be someone just as hard to crack as them. both tom and graham see damon and shiv the way they seem themselves: someone so beyond me, that i could never hurt them. everything i do to hurt them could never be bc of how tough they are. they underrate themselves as a way to excuse their actions. there's a mix of admiration and utter disgust in them when they stand behind to let damon and shiv take a step forward every time.

graham is so sensitive, fragile, while damon is so tough. if anyone here's hurting the other... it must not be graham.... right?

but here's the thing, as shiv said: "if i'm a scorpion, you are a snake"

scorpions are dangerous, they will attack you if you challenge them to. but they are also so in-your-face, that they are predictable. while snakes are much sneakier. they move silently and once they bite, it hurts way more bc you couldn't expect it.

graham resents damon for everything he put him through silently, always accepting (even if he complained about it, it was never enough to actually make d understand how bad things have gotten) just to say, after everything, "you made me go through this"

just as tom said to shiv "you were going to see me going to fucking jail" unknowing how shiv actually asked logan to save tom from going to jail. but it doesn't matter — she could never let tom know how much she cared about him, to keep "the power" in their dynamic

graham never knew how much it pained damon to know how he was actually feeling, and how much he has changed after discovering it. "you bite me, i bite you", shiv and tom are meant to stay this way, forever playing bitey as they keep on hurting one another. and loving as well — thats the only way they know how to love.