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It’s one of those rare nights where Alex isn’t massively pissing Damon off. Graham and Damon arrive at the party separately from him. They have time to get drinks and chat casually before he shows. Damon’s buzz is cresting right around the time Alex finally makes his way over to them. When he approaches he isn’t sloppy drunk yet, which makes him more tolerable. Pleasant, even. He’s prodding Graham the usual amount, but for some reason when Damon joins in tonight, they play off each other well. Graham is wiggly and touchy and whiny in response to their teasing amongst all other stimuli which makes Damon feel warm, even if he has to share basking in the glow with Alex.
Somehow they all end up squirreled away in a bedroom together. Normally Damon would’ve tried to shake Alex so he could start working Graham towards their exit (and imminent fooling around back at one of their flats), but he wasn’t bothered by the extra company at the moment. The night was still young and the team up they had going on was still amusing Damon greatly.
“Did you see that bird that looked like Audrey Hepburn? Can’t believe Graham’s in here with us when he could be out there proposing,” Damon says once they’re behind the closed door. Graham makes himself comfortable on the floor, back against the bed. The others drift over to join.
“He could never propose to a Hepburn doppelgänger, he’d get too excited.” Alex leans into Graham’s space with a dirty look for emphasis. Graham shoves him away.
“Shut your trap, Alex! You’re so annoying.”
“Notice he’s covering his crotch, though. Bet he’s got a stiffy already,” Alex says to Damon, pleased.
Damon takes this line of reasoning as an invitation to investigate and tackles Graham the half distance to the floor.
“Damon—OOF—fuck off!”
Alex joins in, laughing, grabbing and spreading Graham’s legs at his kicking feet. It doesn’t take much for Damon to pin his wrists. Once he’s sure he won’t be able to worm his way out, he chances a look under his arm towards Graham’s crotch.
“Can’t tell, his trousers are too baggy,” Alex confirms.
“Least I’m not pitching a tent. Think that proves enough of a point.”
Damon pulls an acrobatic little maneuver to end up sitting on Graham’s stomach. Graham immediately starts beating on his back with his newly freed fists. Damon ignores him, and works to pin the excess fabric at the crotch of his pants down tight against his writhing body. Graham’s fighting a lot harder now, really bucking and jerking. This is probably due to the fact that he’s trying desperately to remain obscured by the loose fabric. Everyone stills around the same time, once Damon’s gotten a good press down on his pants, revealing the erection which Alex correctly predicted. No one can see Graham’s face at the moment, hidden behind Damon’s hunched body. Damon and Alex’s eyes snap to each other. Alex mostly looks nervous. Damon attempts to play through.
“So… Graham’s either thinking about his wedding night with Hepburn or he likes being man handled.” Alex laughs and Graham resumes his wriggling. Damon does him the small mercy of releasing his grip on his pants.
“Ha ha, I can get it up in a slight breeze. Let’s all point and laugh.”
“Does that do it for you too, Gra? Humiliation?” Alex barely gets the sentence out, nearly too giddy to speak. Graham shifts from trying to escape Alex to trying to punt him.
“We know he likes being demeaned. Look at the birds he picks,” Damon answers.
“You’re both cunts. Can you get off of me?”
Damon puts a hand behind himself and presses down on Graham’s chest, partially to keep him in place and partially for leverage while he turns back around to face Graham, still sitting on his stomach.
“But you’re cute when you’re flustered. So much fun to play with.”
“And, as we’ve established, you seem to enjoy it as well,” Alex chimes in. Damon points a thumb over his shoulder in agreement.
A blush spreads over Graham’s face. He crosses his arms over his chest.
“What’s the end game here?” He asks.
Alex answers before Damon gets a chance, “When’s the last time you came in your pants?”
Graham resumes writhing madly, “What the fuck, Alex! What the fuck!” It reaches a point where Damon has to pin him down again.
“I’m not just going to spontaneously ejaculate in my pants, you doorknobs, you’d have to—“ Graham halts. Alex picks up the scent.
“No, please Graham, do go on! Tell your good friends what gets you off!” Alex sounds as though he’s having the time of his life.
“Damon’s dick in my face isn’t helping,” Graham says.
“Weird thing to mention—“ “Haven’t known that to be true—“ Alex and Damon talk over each other. Silence. Alex processes.
“Wait, are you saying Damon’s also hard right now?”
“Not relevant—“ “He’s pointing it right at me—!” Damon gives Graham a little smack on the cheek without thinking. Graham stuns into silence, they all do. Damon recovers first.
“Loose lips,” he tuts.
“You’re teasing me about mine! Turnabout’s fair play!”
Alex finally releases his hold on Graham’s ankles and crawls up towards his head. He looks down at Damon’s lap judgementally.
“Damon. Mate.”
“It’s especially impressive given he can’t always—“ Damon slaps a hand over Graham’s mouth.
“We don’t need to share everything with one another!”
Damon further moves to change the subject by leaning down and purposefully sucking a mark high into the side of Graham’s neck. Graham gasps and bucks, then grabs hold of one of Damon’s arms, but beats against the other with the side of his closed fist.
“Hahh—Get off! Get off!”
Damon pulls away to admire his work and answers, “Gonna take a little more than kissing, Graham. You’re not that good.”
“Am I the only one who isn’t getting off right now?” Damon and Graham jump, like they’d forgotten Alex was in the room until he spoke again. Nobody feels like answering.
“What’s happening? Should I leave? Or… Are we gonna—?”
“NO.” “No!” Damon and Graham yell at him.
“Sorry, sorry! I’m drunk! Obviously, I’m drunk.”
Silence. Then Alex starts again.
“Are… you two gonna—?” Damon leans enough when he swings on Alex that Graham is able to take his chance and roll free. He pops up off the ground entirely, trying to hide how he readjusts his pants by brushing them off thoroughly.
“Alright. I need a top up. And maybe a few more after. So.” Graham thumbs at the door.
“Yeah, yeah. Same.” Alex quickly scrambles to his feet and tails Graham out.
Damon remains seated on the floor of the newly vacant room, trying to process what just happened.