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Damon is currently leaning against a red leather booth, which is way too uncomfortable to sit in - they're supposed to be of nice quality but instead it just gives you an ache. His whole view is the Groucho Club, it's fairly nice inside with dimmed lights with dull music in the back making it a little erotic to be inside. Damon can feel the air conditioning inside which results in a shiver, while he takes a sip of some random drink somebody offered him from the bar. Although it's cold, he still feels sticky as if you were outside walking around in the summertime during a cloudy day which is mainly due to an exceeding amount of people, the heat of everybody walking around, chatting, drinking, standing and other actions.
The blonde grips the collar of his t-shirt, which was originally covered by an Fila jacket that's now disregarded beside him; he tugs at the collar trying to produce some wind while observing the people around him, currently the singer is left alone. Graham left before the sun dropped, explaining to Damon that he didn't want to be involved with all of his ‘weird’ friends who will most likely approach the both of them. He believes Alex was inside with him, but seeing him walking around with his arm around some bird’s shoulder earlier is making him think otherwise. Dave plain out didn't want to come with, he never seemed interested in the other activities the rest of his bandmates do.
Damon releases his shirt as he watches some bloke get hollered at to leave. It was a posh club preferably, you have to sign yourself in to even be let in due to it being a private club which explains the scene. Either way it was surprising to see some of the people even being able to come inside, they didn't exactly ‘fit the theme’. Redirecting his focus to the table, there's a basket of bread alongside the now warm drink. He leans forward and takes a swig of it anyways, placing the glass back down before leaning back in the booth with his eyes shut; focusing on the tune of the music.
The tune is now replaced with shuffling, the leather seat dips down beside him. An Mancunian accent is now ringing inside of his ear after the noises stop - “You going to finish that?”. The blonde blinks his eyelashes back open, meeting his eyes with a pair of glossy blue ones; Liam Gallagher.
“No.”
He actually was but that doesn't matter. Liam reaches over and slides the drink over to himself and flashes a toothy smile at the other; gums showing and all. Damon raises an eyebrow and realizes that he was definitely (maybe) on something.
Liam gulps down at least a quarter of it immediately, wiping his lips before opening his mouth “How you've been, Albarn.”
“Don't call me that.”
This receives a scoff from the younger before proceeding to correct himself “How've you been, Damon.”
“Alright, how have you been?”
Damon watches Liam as he blinks, and looks down at the table as if he's forgotten what he's been doing lately. He itches the side of his nose before meeting his eyes back with Damon’s; as if it was a reverse from their meeting. Blue staring into blue for a solid few seconds.
Liam blinks, looking back at his now drink while he clears his throat and replies blankly “Great.”
The other boy's expression is nonchalant, staring into Liam's face; Damon opens his mouth then closes, opens again and lets it fall out “Are you high?”
Damon knew he was older than Liam, by a couple years. Meaning that Liam was still quite young - not ‘young young’ but just young. He actually felt some pity for him when “Definitely Maybe” went off the charts, making him a success in just a solid year of release; having to be just reaching adult years and dealing with press, performances, fans, paparazzi, interviews almost immediately. He doesn't believe himself would be able to handle that, he enjoys it but also hates it sometimes; he couldn't imagine how the other singer could possibly feel. Of course, Damon knew Liam's reputation of careless insults but it still seems outrageous for somebody like him.
“Probably, you want some? I got coke, some meth somewhere and some rubbish fucking pills.”
Liam chuckles at his own words and starts patting his jacket pockets, searching for the bags of various drugs. He starts tossing them out on the table in front of them both while digging for more. Damon blinks shockingly at Liam, he knew that the club didn't allow any drugs inside; it was a part of their stupid rules.
“Liam, the fuck? Put that away, I don't want any plus you're going to get us kicked out.”
“Your loss, thought you might want some since you do the ‘H’ and all that shite.”
Damon looks at him unimpressed, Liam looks over leading into a ray of laughter; the other still not phased. “Fuck off.” which results in even more laughter, Liam shaking his head, picking up all his various drugs off the table before it's caught by one of the ‘big bosses’. He purposely puts one down in the space between them both and he looks back into Damon's eyes, his laughter now dead, but a droopy smile now replacing his face.
“Move your leg over, would ya?” Liam asks, gesturing to Damon's leg next to him who is raising his eyebrow once again at him but doing what he was asked in confusion.
Damon shifts his leg over his other, crossing them “What are you doing?”
Instead of answering, Liam just flashes another one of those toothy grins as he sinks down into the booth seat, sliding down onto the floor while Damon looks at him in complete confusion. The younger shuffles underneath the table, getting on his knees and faces towards the booth next to the other's leg who can now see his face underneath the table. “You're not a snitch, are you?”
The blonde shakes his head ‘no’, now thinking that this is weirdly erotic and completely strange at the same time. Liam reaches for the bag in front of him on the seat, opening the zip with one hand and digs his other hand into his pocket before pulling out what Damon is guessing is either his or Noel’s ID.
Damon observes carefully as Liam pours out some of the white powder, separating it with the ID card and watches as whatever it was suddenly disappears as Liam ducks his head and snorts it up immediately. Damon redirects his eyes to focus away for a second, looking back up into the busy room; realizing that one of the circular tables in front of them by a few feet is now looking over at the two weirdly.
Damon looks back down at the seat to see that all the lines that were there before, were now completely gone. This kid was addicted, addicted. Liam looks back up, at which Damon gives a “get up, people are catching on” look to the other male who replies with a nod, sniffing a bit as he climbs back up into the seat.
“Thanks.” Liam says awkwardly just before slamming the rest of the drink from earlier that was still lingering on the table.
Damon bites his lip, weirdly curious about Liam all of sudden; possibly because he found the whole scene interesting.. just possibly. “How long have you been doing that?”
Liam raises one of his eyebrows now, or you could just say an eyebrow. He slams the glass back “Long enough.”
“No shit, I mean - like what age?”
Liam shifts his seat, now leaning back into the seat similar to the other's position. “Er.. I smoked at 15 so around then, yea?”
Damon hummed in reply, not exactly that phased; lots of folks started taking shit early in their years “I see.”
The brown haired male cleared his throat, now both rivals sitting in utter silence. It was a comfortable silence though, Damon found this all event strange with Liam even coming over in general; clearly the other did not seem to care about who he was hanging with.
“Have you had any of that yet?” Liam was first to speak up, gesturing over at the basket with the bread loaf inside.
“No.”
The blonde slid the basket to the middle of them, both in easy reach for the both of them. Which Liam immediately ducked his hand into, he was about to take a bite before he froze and passed it over to the male beside him. Damon felt a slight smile crack on his face, the Liam fucking Gallagher who was known for being an absolute hooligan in the press was offering his rival bread, that's ironic. He ended up taking it anyways, I suppose you could say that's ironic as well.
Damon took a bite out of it first, it was alright. Nothing overly elegant for bread but it filled the silence, watching as Liam also grabbed his own slice which was different from his, it was a mix of two different types of loaf. He followed Damon's actions; taking a bite out of it. He didn't seem very phased by it either; maybe a bit dissatisfied. Damon looked away, focusing on the basket instead. The whole moment was intriguing. It was a comfortable silence of eating some ‘posh’ bread together, there was almost an unspoken tension which was obvious they both felt.
His thought train suddenly comes to it's station, an accent now replacing it “This one's fucking gross.”
The blonde looks over to the one speaking to see him with a really unpleasant face, which officially cracked a smile on his face; to his defense, Liam did look funny. “Yeah?” is all he replied with.
Liam looks over and looks even more displeased with Damon finding it humorous, “Geezer” he flat out says leaning close into Damon's smiling face, finishing his sentence with a click of his tongue. He flops back into his seat, tossing the slice of bread back into the basket. Damon looks at him almost surprised, but also flopping back into his own seat.
“Give me a taste of yours.”
Damon blinks a bit before leaning his hand out, at least half of the slice is still left from what he's eaten off it. Although Liam doesn't take it, so he edges his hand closer to him, almost right up in his face. In a flash, he leans forwards up to his hand and takes a bite out of it while flashing a stare up to the older, which Damon swears was almost an identical look to which he's seen him do on the cover of NME which featured Liam with the finger award in his mouth - the same photoshoot where he had to pose with the other Gallagher, Noel. The younger leaned back into his seat, chewing while Damon sits almost stunned; Liam looks over to him which flashes him back to the present, tossing his almost gone piece in the basket - leaning back in the seat too.
“Yours was better.”
“Yeah? Maybe ‘cause I basically fed it to you.”
Liam flashed one of those dopey smiles again, now leaning on his side, with the side of his head pressed against the back of the seat so he gets a perfect view of Damon and Damon gets a perfect view of him. Liam hums as if he's thinking before answering.
“Could've been.”
Damon chuckles a bit, now shuffling in his seat so he's as well in the same position, both of them now straight up facing each other. They're insanely lucky that they don't allow cameras inside, otherwise The Sun would've been eating this up for all three meals. Liam blinks his eyelashes a bit, almost prettily; similar to what a bird would do. Damon wouldn't deny that Liam was attractive, he had something to him that was capitaving. He had one of those faces where they're both handsome and pretty, things that people would say to himself is what he would describe Liam as well.
“And you're the one calling me shit in the press?”
Liam hums and replies, almost genuinely “You believe all that? Some of that ‘ rkid and I haven't even said, or maybe I did. I don't exactly remember.”
The way Liam was looking at him, the way he was speaking made the older feel that same sticky sensation from before; it suddenly felt like that cliche of ‘is it hot in here?’. Damon cleared his throat, looking away to think of a reply
“That's alright, it doesn't bother me much.” He tried to attempt to have that same genuine tone in his voice that Liam had.
“I know, it's yer mates that get all sensitive about it. They should know I'm only playing around, that one with the shitty fringe on bass is the one that takes it so horribly.” Liam barks a laugh at the end of it, and Damon smiles a little even though he probably shouldn't.
“Who, Alex?”
“Yeah, that one. He just can't keep his composure.”
Damon hummed, thinking of a way he can bring it to defense “Your brother did say that Alex and I should catch AIDS and die, which sounded pretty serious.”
Liam laughed and started leaning even more closer to the other, they're close enough where Damon can start to focus on features on his face that he originally didn't notice such as a few moles on his cheekbone.
“That's how rkid' is and I didn't say it so there's no reason to get all pissy at me, ey?”
“You agreed though, didn't you?” Damon asked, he was quite curious about the whole statement in general.
Liam shifted a bit in his seat, getting more comfortable before returning his focus back into Damon's face again “Naw, I stayed quiet. If I had something to say about ya, it wouldn't be that.”
This was a bit of a pleasant surprise, “Er, well thank you.”
Liam only hummed in reply, who was now starting to flutter his eyelashes closed - again now sitting in silence but also again, a comfortable one. Damon could only stare into Liam's face, he seriously couldn't stop with him so close up.
Damon bit his lip, before adding onto the conversation “I suppose it's your brother I don't like then, you're alright.” He suddenly felt sticky all over again, realizing that his sentence was a bit risky to say outloud and probably should've just stayed in the back of his mind.
He watched as Liam's eyes fluttered back open, he was now the one blinking a bit shocked. “Well - hm. You're not that bad yourself, Albarn.” which ended with one of those pretty looks which drove Damon mad for no reason, he never found himself attracted to Liam; he always found him to be sorta a douche.
“Even if I live in a really big house in the country?” Damon asks jokily with his first large smile, showing all his jacked up teeth and features.
Liam smiles a bit too, a seemingly real one instead of those dopey ones “Ey, fuck off.” Damon is now the one laughing, leaning even more into the side of the seat, receiving a slight kick in the ankle by Liam's foot.
“That song was shite.” The younger added on; really making sure to pronounce “shite”, still with a smile planted on his face.
Damon's laugher died down, and raised a kidding eyebrow up as well with a smile still “Oh? So you listened to it.”
“Shut up, I bet you see pictures of me all fucking over and it drives ya mad, all ‘cause I'm better.” Liam brought his hands up, making a camera gesture to demonstrate himself on picture.
“It drives me mad because I'm sick of seeing you.” Damon chuckles a bit, hearing Liam whisper underneath his breath “bollocks”. This was all nice, it was actually nice talking with Liam and laughing with Liam was even better actually. They've done something similar the year prior on some radio show, but they mainly just smoked too many lines together and everything was funny. He knew that Liam was coked up or with whatever else he was taking earlier, but his high was definitely coming down.
It was plain out strange to even see Liam act like this as well, or normal. Everybody makes it seem like he's a devil walking on earth, but by the way he's looking and smiling; he's more of an angel. It could've been all the drinks and drugs prior, but there's a mutual new perspective on each other. Liam didn't exactly understand this anyways, his mind was cloudy but something about it seemed right, they should've hated each other but the moment Liam sat down next to him, it clicked like a puzzle.
It was obvious some of the people recognized them, some gave a strange glance at first but didn't seem to care but otherwise no one really batted an eye. Damon could get used to it, being friends with Liam who could also see them being friends; or at least acquaintances. Drinking together, or even chatting together could possibly be enjoyable if it's similar to what he's experiencing now.
“Any of your mates here?” Liam chimes up finally, after them just staring at each other; which will be left unspoken of.
Damon laughs a little, “Two of them no, Alex was here but I think he left with some bird he picked up.” which received a hum by Liam, who was edging closer by the minute it felt. “You?”
Liam smiles a bit too, really for no reason before responding “Naw, none of them wanted to come.. said it was too ‘posh’.”
It was pretty posh for Oasis to be anywhere near, especially Liam. He could see some of those others being in here, but not him. “It's pretty posh for you to be in here.”
“Ya think? They must've thought I was enough to be let on the list.” Damon only shrugged in reply to this, at this rate it would look like they're snogging from any far eye by how close Liam has edged himself; which wouldn't be the worse sight.. maybe. He could hear his breathing, not exactly feel it yet.
The older one wanted to continue the conversation, he enjoyed hearing him talk; sometimes it was Mancunian, sometimes it was Irish and sometimes it was a mix of both. it runs smoothly to hear down the bones, “I would've let you in.”
Liam raises an eyebrow and shifts a bit more, “Why?”
“Er, you just fit the part.” Damon replies plainly, not wanting to give a whole description but more just the gist of it instead.
Liam smiled a bit, his eyes crinkling up “You think I'm pretty, rich and greedy enough?” which came out jokily but one of those answers were actually right, he was probably rich too but does that really matter now?
Damon hums and observes Liam's features one more time before looking back into his eyes, “You're pretty enough, don't know about the other ones.”
The smile on Liam's face increased even more, and Damon swore he could see some pink light up in his face but it could've been the lighting against the cushion. He was weirdly sweet, it almost pissed him off by why's nobody found this out about him sooner. He would've rather read this in the press about Liam being all sweet instead of some hooligan who throws TV’s out of hotel rooms and gets kicked off ferries.
Suddenly the air around him got warmer, it was already warm but it was hot now. Damon blinks himself out of his thought process to be met with the other male's head resting on his own shoulder, they're practically hugging without hands. I suppose that's what cuddling is, he's never exactly done it; he would've as a kid with Graham but it wasn't exactly how people describe it. This fit more the definition, although it still stunned him. Plus, he never saw Liam as the clingy nor touchy type - ever.
“That's a lot coming from ya, ey?” Liam whispered against the blonde's neck, feeling the freshly shaven jaw against his brown hair. Damon just laughed a bit, sliding a hand just below the other's torso, not exactly knowing where the confidence came from. He realized that Liam enjoyed it, noticing how he scooted closed for their figures are now touching and connected; also taking in notice that he somehow wrapped an arm around his neck. This was definitely hugging at this rate, but it felt nice but also wrong but he can care less about that right now.
Damon shifts a bit, making Liam lean forward even more to stay intertwined “Aren't you getting hot?” he asks quietly against the younger’s fringe.
Liam nodded in the crook of his neck before leaning back away, a colder air now replacing the heat from before. Damon observes as Liam zips down his jacket, almost feeling if he's watching some strip tease by the way he does everything so seductively for some odd reason; he watches as the male tosses his jacket with his own in a pile. Liam has a white t-shirt with The Beatles on it, which makes lots of sense but it also made him look alot different; maybe a bit more soft looking.
“What?” Liam asks curiously, noticing the unknown stare for no reason. Damon just shakes his head in a “doesn't matter” gesture which leads to Liam flopping right back down on the other man's torso, immediately falling back into previous position.
“I didn't know you were so touchy.”
“Er, it just happens sometimes. Ya know when you see a real cute animal and you just want to fucking squeeze it till it pops, that's what happens. Used to piss rkid ‘ off all the time when I was a teenager.” Liam rants, letting a bit lazier looser hold on the other male.
“Probably because of all the shit you took.”
Liam laughs a bit replying with a click of his tongue, “Naw, that was nothing.”
“You looked like you were going to blow away to a whole different planet, don't overdo it.” Damon pats him on the shoulder at the end, feeling a bit like some overprotective parent talking to their drug addicted teenager. Liam only whispers off a “fuck off” leaving them both in silence for atleast 10 minutes, just pressed up against each other inside some dumb club.
Liam leans away after awhile, making Damon unhook his arms from the back of him “Ya got a flat?” the dark haired one asks, looking tiredly at the male in front of him. Damon raises an eyebrow, surprised by the question. It was exactly expected that Liam would even consider leaving together out the door with him.
“Why?” Is all that Damon asks curiously.
“Mind if I come and crash at yer flat?”
Damon thinks for a minute, there's not much harm that it would do if he brought Liam with him besides he had a nice couch which he bought after he received his money from ‘Modern Day Life is Rubbish’ release. He's currently looking at the graphic on Liam's shirt before bringing his eyes back to meet his, “Sure.”
Liam immediately flashes one of those grins from before, a good one. He can hear the other mumble ‘thanks’ before reaching for his jacket, while Liam is putting on his; he grabs his own and zips himself back up. “You want to walk or call a cab?” he asked the younger one who was definitely more tired.
“How far is yer flat if we walk?”
“A few minutes, probably like - er.. six?”
He nods and gestures to Damon to get up with him, which he does; he slides himself out the booth and stands face to face with the other male who was definitely getting more tired by the minute, it was late. When he originally got here it was probably eight or nine at night; by now it's probably around midnight or later. The blonde starts to walk with the brown headed right behind, Damon feels a pull on his jacket sleeve; he glances over to see Liam holding onto his sleeve near his hand to catch up.
Right as they exit the club and both step outside, the cold breeze hits them in the face which is more a relief than a disappointment due to how stuffy the building was all night. Liam is still holding on as they walk the sidewalk, there was nobody outside to get all up in their face either which was an extra relief.
“Ya got a fag?” Liam asks behind him, voice a bit more clear now they are outside and alone.
Damon digs in his jacket pockets, reaching out a box and pulling one out to hand off to Liam before digging back in his pockets to find a lighter that was lost inside it, he feels the structure of it and pulls it out as well handing it off to him. He can hear the click and see the flame in the corner of his eye while they walk, he can briefly see Liam take a drag of it resulting to him handing it off which he gladly accepts and takes his own long drag of it, as they hand it off to each other till he hears Liam stomp it with his sneakers down on the cement.
The walk was quiet, between the smoking and constant yawning he could hear behind him; there wasn't very much to say. He slowly recognizes the buildings in front of him, getting close to his own with the light pole outside; dimming nicely down on the sidewalk as they walk underneath it. Damon suddenly takes a sharp turn to his door, which makes Liam almost tumble a bit resulting in a small laugh from each of them.
“That's a nice door ya got there.” Liam says out of the blue, watching as Damon unlocks the door but still receiving a strange look from him anyways.
Damon shakes his head, utterly confused by him at this rate; adding “Thanks, it came with the flat if you didn't know that.”
Liam laughs quite more, following behind Damon as he pushes the door open. He closes the door behind him and follows the others gestures in front of him such as taking off his shoes, placing them next to the door. “You have a nice flat.”
The blonde smiles a bit at him and replies with a quick ‘thanks’ while leading him over to his couch, “You can crash here if you like, I should have some pillows and all that.” he gestures over to his closet, and back to the couch; brushing the seat of it.
Liam starts laughing more, “Ya think I'm going to sleep on that fucking couch? I walked this whole way so I could sleep with you.”
Damon furrows his eyebrows at him, and gives him a long side eye; not too sure what he exactly meant by that. “We are not shagging, Liam.”
Liam barks out another laugh, covering his face with his hands. “The fuck, I meant just sleeping! If I wanted that, I would've already sucked you off at that club.” he gets out throughout laughter, the last part also receiving a ‘what the fuck but also hey’ look from Damon who is currently just shaking his head with a smile due to how funny the other found it.
“C'mon then.” Damon chuckles a bit, turning off the lightswitch on the way; walking through the dark and up the stairs of his flat to get up to his bedroom. The blonde turns the knob and reveals his bedroom which was quite nice, Liam immediately pushes through and flops back on the bed causing the mattress to make a thud. Damon switches on the lightswitch and throws off his jacket, leaving it on the ground; watching Liam tussle on the bed to get his jacket off which he throws over to the other male who tosses it in the pile on the ground. He looks over to Liam who was making kissy faces at him, resulting in a laugh.
“I'm tired, quit taking your sweet fucking time.” Liam jokily threatens, resulting in Damon to switch off the lightswitch and flop down on the other side; pulling the covers up over himself and watching Liam as well do the same who immediately clings himself to his side.
Finally, Damon admits how they've both been thinking “This is so fucking strange.”
Liam hums in reply and leans all up into Damon's space, who also interwins himself with the other; tangling themselves together till they get comfortable. “Just go with it, not everyday I cuddle up with my ‘enemy’”. While they both crack a smile at, it was definitely an odd pair which felt so wrong but also felt so right; Liam suddenly lifts his head out of Damon's neck and slaps a wet kiss on his cheek before leaning back down and whispering something inaudible.
Damon lays and stares at the ceiling, taking in the scent of drugs, beer, cigarettes, bread and shampoo. It was quite a nice combination, he could get used to falling asleep with it lingering every night as he can hear Liam snore in his neck, creating vibration. This was biblical.