Re-meeting

The phone was ringing persistently on the living room. It seemed that no one was gonna answer. The door opened suddenly and someone ran to pick the noisy phone.

-“Hullo?”
-“I almost thought you weren’t going to answer, Graham”
-“Were meeting with the rest to lunch together. Can’t you wait two sodding hours, Dames?”
-“Well, I was worried about you. Any of we haven’t talked with you during the week and…”
-“And what?” Was he really detecting some indecision in Damon’s voice? Was Damon-I’m-the-prince-of-britpop-Albarn worried about their imminent meeting? That couldn’t be possible…
-“Anything. I’m glad you accepted to meet with us”
-“I have to admit I was surprised when you suggested it. I thought you were fine with your new group and projects”
-“I’ve heard you’re also fine on your own”
-“Well, I haven’t became a massive icon like your group. I must say I don’t understand it, it’s shit, mate”
-“Ah, the old Gray!” Graham could perfectly imagine Damon smiling on the other side of the phone; for some strange reason, he could almost feel it.
-“…”
-“…”
-“Damon, you’re still here?”
-“Uh?”
-“Dames, what happens?”
-“I’m fine. I was just thinking”
-“Thinking ‘bout what?”
-“About when I took ecstasy before going to the stage. Do you remember it?”
-“Of course I remember it! You and Alex got really high and Dave and I were left to look after you both”
-“In fact, I don’t remember so much of the performance”
-“Haha, of course you don’t remember! I just don’t know how do you remembered how to sing”
-“I remember that after the performance you managed to get me to an empty room to try to sober me up”
-“Mmm, yeah”
-“And when you tried to sat me we both fell to the floor, you on top of me…”
Graham actually remembered it very well. When he was on him, he felt Damon’s hard-on pressed against his hip. And he knew that he wanted him so bad.
-“… … then you slid your hand inside my jeans…” He heard Damon say when he came back to the present. He felt himself harden as Damon kept talking.
-“… you palmed my throbbing cock through the fabric of my boxers…” He could hear Damon panting while talking and he knew that Damon was probably wanking off. He felt his jeans tighter as they were to small for him, and he couldn’t resist the temptation of grabbing his painfully erection. He began to tease himself and let out a small moan.
-“Graham?”
-“Do you remember what happened next?”
-“Yeah, you…”
-“I pooled your boxers down and began massaging your thighs… and… aah… and I began slowly stroking your cock”
-“Yeah… Graham…”
-“You moaned so loud that I feared that someone would caught us. I fisted your cock and you… mmm… you bucked you hips enthusiastically against my hand…”
-“Oh… fuck…” Graham could almost heard Damon fisting himself desperately, slapping his hard prick against his stomach, just as he was doing.
-“…then I licked the head of your hard cock and… oh… FUCK!” suddenly there was a sparkling explosion of white light in front of his eyes. He felt something hot streaming down his fingers and his heart pounding hard and fast. Damon also groaned and cursed on the other side of the phone, so he supposed he’s also came. Just like in the old times.
-“Graham…?”
-“Yeah”
-“I’ve always wanted to return you that favour. I mean, it could be good to relax you after a performance, don’t you think so?”
-“Are you telling me that you want to wank me off at backstage? Is this a future plan or something?!”
-“Mmm, see you later mate.”