Chapter 7: Liam's P.O.V

"What do you mean you haven't seen Citizen Kane? That film is phenomenal, a classic amongst us fellow film critics"

"I dunno, I just never got around to it. Lol chill, I heard it's slow and there isn't violence. Hence it sounds gay"

"I thought you liked gay things…"

Damien coughed. Their conversation was quickly interrupted by Polly's boisterous voice:

"Damien, Liam! Guys!"

"We're right here Polly"

"Oh sorry, I just snorted some coke, so I might be supperrrrr high"

"Neat, care to share" Damien asked with a friendly wink, Liam nudged him with his elbow discreetly.

"Nawww sorry, all out fam. However!"

She traild off, pulling out flyers from God only knows where

"You're both invited to my end of the year party! YAY"

"You made flyers…just for a party that you could've easily invited us to on Facebook?"

Polly lowered her eyes, "Why? Is it bad?"

Damien was about to comment but Liam interrupted him. "No Polly, it's…fun" he muttered, staring at the pile of glitter and Fluro colours decorating the flyer. "Really fun"

"Okay cool, so I'll see you guys then. Friday, 8pm"

Liam nodded and watched Polly run off, throwing flyers even at the teachers. Damian eyed the flyer, lowering his head to be closer to Liam's, "Are you going to this thing?" he asked.

Liam gulped. How do I discretely say I'm only going to go if you're going. Liam stalled for a second, trying his best not to think about how close Damien was and how long it's been since the kiss. Ever since, things have been different between them, like something in the air connecting them had become rigid and warm.

"Yeah…I'll probably come" Liam said, as coolly as he could manage.

Damien smiled at him, God I feel like I'm going to melt into this ground. "I guess I'll see you there then…if I end up going" Damien replied, giving Liam a sly wink. Why the wink? Liam wondered. Why does he always do it in really random spots?

"Haha…yeah…see you there"

Later that week

"Scott Vera is unavailable, Polly is busy with the Party and Miranda is useless. All I have right now is you and your opinion. Please tell me what you think of this one"

"Okay jeez sorry Liam, why don't ask Damien. He'd know about this stuff more than me. I don't even get why you're making such a fuss, I'm just wearing my letterman jacket. The comfiest thing on the world. You know I have one that you could borrow if you're really stuck and have no clothes"

"God. No. I wouldn't even make my enemies wear that…"

"Okay…well you really look pretty in all the outfits you sent me"

"Pretty? I'm not trying to look pretty. I'm trying to look sophisticated, sexy and intelligent yet also intimidating and superior"

"God Liam I don't know how you'd get that across with some fabric"

"Well you see, purple screams regality. But it also clashes with my skin, I'll look naked. Whereas black classic, but far too formal. I could try yellow, however that's not my usual look, people will know something up"

Liam can hear Scott loudly chewing on some chips through the phone.

"SCOTT!" he called into the phone.

"Oh yeah sorry you lost me at purple…just wear white oh how about Pink. You've never worn pink. I reckon you'd look very sexy"

"Please don't say that Scott"

"Can do!"

"First of all, I don't own any pink, second of all. Pink is practically purple…no no…I think I'll go with some earth tones, yeah leather brown, sepia orange"

"Sure! You do that! Listen, I've gotta go and pick up someone. I'll see you there"

"Yeah…bye Scott"

Liam hung up the phone and dressed himself in the usual but always classic brown slacks and white button up shirt. Swapping the bow however with a red one, red screams passion. He thought.

After scrutinizing himself in the mirror for twenty minutes he sighs, "Can't really improve on perfection". He grabbed his keys and walked to Polly's as driving is too mainstream and unsustainable.

He reached Polly's house, it's a typical suburban home and he is surprised to see that there are already monsters passed out in the front lawn. Lights are flashing inside the house through the windows and music is blaring so loud that it's filling the whole neighbourhood with its vibrations. Liam stood outside the door for a second practicing his communicative skills, "hey Damien, what are you doing here" That's fucking stupid, he knows why he's here, we already knew he'd be here. "Oh hey Hey Damien, I didn't see you over there" Oh god. Just shut up. Liam sighed and knocked on the door, he has to do so a few times so that someone will hear him. Eventually Polly opens it, not even looking at him to say hi as she's too busy and still in mid rave. Liam could not believe the amount of people Polly managed to fit inside of her home, he could feel and smell everybody. It was far from pleasant. He wondered how many people Polly knew and how many of them actually went to their school. The music filled his ears, to the point where shouting was quiet, he desperately looked around the room to find at least one person the cling to the entire party. Vera and Miranda seem busy, blueprints laid out in front of them on the coffee table and Scott was telling a story to some obviously wooed ladies. Liam moved through the house, trying to find where everyone was grabbing a drink, he arrived at the kitchen. The one area that was empty, upon entering he realized why. Damien was sitting in the kitchen sink, drinking from a red cup and filling the kitchen with cigarette smoke. He seemed to be in the same predicament as Liam. Their eyes locked onto each other's, Liam felt a sense of relief shared between them both. He let out a breath, twisting his fingers together as he approached Damien, he can feel himself sweating and the panic starting to set in. Before Liam can speak, Damien offered him a cup.

"What' is it?" Liam asked.

"Don't worry, I'm not trying to drug you"

Liam chuckled nervously and drank it anyways. "I was worried, you might have taken advantage of me"

Damien scoffed laughing in response, "I really don't need you drunk to do that".

Liam felt the impulse to spit out his drink but noticed that Damien was joking or at least thought he is.

"Fuck…this is really strong" Liam coughed, his tongue rolling up in his mouth. Curling away from the vile stuff.

"Ah, I put a little bit of everything into, like a science experiment"

"I am already far too drunk to explain to you just how wrong you are"

Liam could feel himself getting drunker and drunker the longer he stayed in that kitchen, he couldn't even recall whether he or Damien were talking or if Damien just kept filling his cup. He could feel his mouth moving and sound coming out, but not really any cohesive words. His ears filled with the music surrounding him, it's the only one of his senses that he hasn't completely killed with alcohol. A song he really liked came on, but normally he wouldn't let anyone know about that, especially with a song so poppy and was a guilty pleasure of his. He could feel himself grab Damien by the hand and drag him to the living room to dance. Damien rolling his eyes and shaking his wrist for Liam to let go, but Liam knew if he really wanted him to stop he would've punched him. Liam lead Damien to the dancefloor, once there every pore of his body is filled with the joyous music. He could feel himself let go and breathe, the sweat now only coming from how fast he was moving and from the sheer happiness radiating off him just from listening to that song and dancing beside Damien. He could hear his own voice speaking, saying shit about how much he loved that song, what the philosophy behind it is and the structure. All things Damien really wouldn't care about. But he could see that Damien was listening nonetheless. Albeit in an annoyed manner, but he was listening.

The party blurred before his eyes, but he felt his mind sorta snap when he looked around the room dizzily. Everyone had left except him and Damien. Damien was sitting on the couch beside Liam, who was laying down, his head near Damien's legs. Neon glowsticks decorating his wrists and neck.

"I…I think I am…intoxicated" Liam managed, feeling the need to sick all over himself.

"I'm..gonna go home now…cool…byeeeee" Liam felt himself start to stand, if you can call it that. And walk towards the door.

"Fucking sit down, honestly. I'll just drive you fuck face"

"Can you drive, you drank as well…probably more than me"

Damien shrugged, "Honestly, I've done a lot worse"

"I can't go in a car…there's a renewable energy crisis and the rise of petrol prices are astronomical"

Damien just blinked at him, "Shut up, let's just go"

"Okay…." Liam said, "I'll direct you"

Damien laughed, but pushed Liam in front of him, Liam could hear him saying goodbye to Polly and he felt Damien holding his hand to help him into the car, his breath tickling his neck as he fastened Liam's seatbelt and shut the door behind him. Liam mumbled the directions, but his eyes were too busy following the streetlights, he could feel his eyes closing and he could hear hear Damien tapping the steering wheel in time with the radio.

Liam felt a hand shaking his shoulder, it's grip firm and a little agitated.

"Wake up fucker", Damien's voice whispered. It was odd to hear him whisper. His usually gruff, agitated voice going into a low hum in Liam's ears was almost delicious. Liam nodded and mumbled something. He could feel Damien wrapping his arm underneath him and dragging him to the front door. Liam wondered, How does he know where I live? I fell asleep before I could really tell him everything… HE decided he was far too tired to ask and was enjoying Damien's company far too much. Liam fumbled with the front door, then fingered his pockets for keys. Patting himself down.

"Ah…fuck…" he mumbled.

"What now" Damien demanded

"I…I think I lost my *hiccup* keys". He expected Damien to give him a hit on the side of the head. Instead he just heard Damien sigh, almost chuckling.

"Ah…come on"

Damien's hand was clutching Liam's shirt sleeve and dragging him alongside the house until they were beneath Liam's window. Again, how did he know this was the right window? Or is it just a lucky guess? Damien placed Liam on the side of the house, telling him to keep still for a second and not move. Liam nodded sleepily, his eyes closing as he heard Damien grunt and climb up the side of the house, the sound of glass breaking soon after.

Liam climbed after Damien, fumbling for quite a while before he managed to get into the window, cutting himself on the broken glass.

"Shit" he stifled a wince, blood starting to pool at the cut in his hand.

Damien chuckled. "Not used to a wound are you fairy?"

"Shut up!" Liam replied, honestly too tired and too hurt to say anything more intelligent.

Liam sat on his bed, cradling his arm while Damien fumbled through his bedside drawers to find some bandages. Liam watched him hesitantly

"Oh wait not that o-", Liam started to get up but was cut off once Damien opened the drawer. He could feel himself blushing, the blood bursting underneath the skin of his cheeks. Damien let out a snicker and looked at Liam, his hands pulling out a magazine.

"You're a little old fashioned…I thought a tech guru like you would be more into the internet stuff" Damien said, eyes still on Liam as he flipped through the magazine.

"Damien quit it!" Liam moved to snatch the magazine out of Damien's hands, but Liam was drunk and Damien was quick. He simply brushed Liam off and ripped a page out of the magazine.

"Here, just use this for now…I'll buy ya a new one if it means that much to you". He handed Liam the page, it was a centrefold image. One that Liam was particularly fond of.

"No…don't worry about it", Liam pressed the page on his cut and clumsily folded it around, creating a makeshift bandage. Liam remained quiet, shame rolling through his drunken stupor. I can't believe he saw that, my shame drawer. But Damien seemed entertained, going through the magazines without asking and reading through them, as well as cackling at Liam's unused condoms.

"You're being a real dickhead, you know that right?" Liam mumbled as he got up from his bed, grabbing the magazines and shoving them back in the drawer.

"Hey, I was enjoying that!" Damien replied, "Why are you so embarrassed by them anyways. I have heaps"

Liam found his cheeks redden even more. Imagining Damien reading through those magazines and him feeling aroused by reading and looking at the images. His mind drifted further…

Liam blinked, looking around the room. He felt a little more sober than before, sober enough to notice how much of a mess his room was. He was thankful that Damien hadn't turned on the light, Damien was sitting at the end of Liam's bed. God Liam wished he wasn't there. The sheer sight of him made his blood run wild.

"Thanks for um…getting me here", Liam stammered. Rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.

Damien grunted, "It's aight, it was more for me than you though really".

Liam blinked, sitting next to Damien on the bed. "What do you mean?"

Damien grinned, "I was curious about what your room looked like, wondered what kinda shit you had"

"Oh…" Liam replied, a little disappointed. He bent down and started to untie his shoes. His fingers slipping around the shoelaces and worsening the knot.

Damien gave a low sigh and chuckle, "You're so fucking hopeless". Damien got off the bed and bent down in front of Liam, untying his shoelaces. Slipping the shoes off of Liam's feet, his warm fingers pulling down Liam's socks, he looked up at Liam with feverish eyes. Both of them knowing exactly why Damien was there. Liam felt himself swallow, Damien's face was so close to his. He recalled the other day, the kiss and how warm it felt. How close Damien felt, and Liam decided he wanted to feel even closer, he wanted all of Damien. With a quick breath Liam hastily leant down and kissed Damien. As though he were waiting just for that, Damien kissed him back. His lips working with Liam's as they both rejoiced in the feeling, Damien begun to pull of his jacket and Liam worked at Damien's belt. Their lips not separating once. Liam pulled away from Damien for a second, pulling his shirt over Damien's head and looking at his body. Really looking at it for the first time, sure the pictures were special but nothing could beat the real thing. Damien was ripped, his muscles deliciously pressed up against his ruby skin and the heat that radiated off of him was intoxicating. Damien kissed Liam feverishly, the kisses all whispering their desire for him, Liam could feel the weight of lust that they shared crashing between their warm bodies. Liam felt the belt come loose and he pulled it off, Damien shoving his pants off and pushing his body on top of Liam's. He kissed Liam's neck, running circles with his tongue and sucking on the skin. Liam couldn't help but give a small moan at the feeling, he could feel Damien's hands hurriedly unbuttoning Liam's top and tossing it off the side of the bed. His heated hands touched Liam's bare chest, as he kissed the back of Liam's ears, his tongue tugging on the lobes. Liam felt Damien ripped his pants from his body, a wave of cool air covering him. He was too drunk and too happy to feel embarrassed or aware, all he could focus on was the feeling that came to him when Damien kissed him and touched his bare skin. The moment their skin touched, Liam could feel a fire between them ignite, as though for all this time their skin had been yearning for this moment. Liam pulled Damien's face to his, their tongues tying with one another's. Their lips making sweet music, Liam could feel Damien's dick pushing against Liam's thigh through his boxers. Damien pulled Liam's boxers off, still kissing him before pushing off him to look at his dick.

A grin spread across Damien's face as he gripped the base of it making Liam wince at how warm Damien's hands were. "Not bad…not bad at all".

Liam squeezed his eyes closed as he felt Damien move his hand up his member, God he must've done this so many times, this feels crazy good. Damien stopped, Liam opened his eyes. Pleading with them to Damien who knelt over him, his body casting a shadow over his. A deadly grin kissing his face as he licked his lips, "You think I'm just gonna let you cum like that? Huh no way, I've waited too fucking long for this…" He leant down and kissed Liam's neck, whispering in his ear, "You've gotta fucking earn it". Liam wanted to whimper and beg Damien just to let him cum, but at the same time he believed everything Damien said. His voice filled his ears with truth and all Liam wanted to do was earn his favour and please him. Damien picked Liam up and sat him on his lap, switching positions so that he was laying on the bed.

"Let's see what you can do" his eyes looking down at his own dick. Liam gulped, intimidated both by Damien himself and by the sheer size of it. Liam had been with plenty of men over his lifetime, however he never felt this nervous over one. Liam nodded obediently and licked the base of Damien's dick, kissing and sucking lightly on the balls. A moan eased out of Damien's mouth that encouraged Liam to continue. Eventually his tongue snaked over the length of Damien's cock until he wrapped his entire mouth around the tip and wrapped his hand around the base, rubbing and sucking his dick. Using his other hand, he massaged and played with Damien's balls. Damien groaned and bit his lower lip. The sight of him sending Liam off the edge, wanting him more than anything in that moment and willing to do anything for him. The sounds of Damien moaning filled his ears and Liam worked faster and faster, knowing that if he kept going Damien would cum at any second. He felt Damien's hands clutching at Liam's hair, pushing his head faster and faster, eventually forcing himself to the end of Liam's throat. Liam could feel his eyes watering and a cough coming, but he didn't want to stop. Especially with that pleased expression Damien had on his face. Eventually Damien lifted Liam's face off of it and beckoned Liam towards him. Liam crawled up, Damien kissing him, his hands grabbing his ass firmly. Damien lifted his lips off of Liam's whispering, "Nice work Liam, you're not done just yet though". Liam felt a prickle of worry rise over him. "I can see it in your eyes, you want me so badly, don't fucking lie". Liam felt Damien's hands clutching his throat, forcing his eyes to look at him. Liam nodded bashfully.

"Now come on Liam, I want to hear you say it" Damien whispered with an irresistible hiss.

Liam wanted to whimper away but he stared Damien down in the eyes and replied in a soft voice, "I want you Damien".

Damien grinned in response, his tongue sliding over his lips as he looked Liam over up and down. "You've been very good Liam, I think I'll just give you what you want"

Liam could've smiled but Damien grabbed the back of Liam's head and pushed his face down into the pillows. He felt Damien adjust himself, using his knees to part Liam's legs and his arms pushing Liam's body up. He heard the sound of his drawer open, the ripping of a condom followed by Damien spitting. Liam clutched the sheets of the bed, his eyes closing as he awaited Damien's entrance into him. Damien rubbed his dick on Liam's asshole before pushing all of himself in. Liam gasped, not expecting all of him at once. His body lurching nearly completely off the bed, he felt Damien grab Liam's hair and pound into him. It'd been a while since Liam had anyone inside him. But by memory, Damien felt the best. His dick fitting perfectly inside him, it hurt at first but after a while it begun to feel really good. Liam moaning into his pillow whilst he listening to Damien grunting behind him. Ever thrust Damien could feel himself being pushed closer and closer to the edge, he could feel Damien's dick twitching inside him. He knew Damien wasn't going to hold it and he'd come when he wanted to. He felt Damien slap his ass, Liam bit his lips as the sting passed through his body. He can hear Damien muttering behind him, "Ah fuck…ah Liam.." the sounds of Damien moaning sent Liam over the edge. He Felt his whole body stiffen as he came the waves of the orgasm rushing over him like an ocean crashing into shore. As his body tightened he felt Damien do the same, a loud grunt and growl ripping through his teeth and he plunged into Liam one final time. His dick twitching inside until slowly receding. Damien pulled himself out of Liam, getting up to clean himself off but Liam collapsed onto the bed. Everything in him taken out, he felt content and closed his eyes. Sleep pushing his eyelids closed.