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damon's footsteps echoed in the house. no was was on this side of the floor, the music from downstairs a soft muffled static. he loved the way his boots sounded against the shiny marble flooring. he could see his reflection even with near all the lights off in the home.
it was well passed midnight.
the only light came from a couple posts outside, shining in from the glass door, lighting up the surface of the pool outside. the fuckin pool. on the second story.
fuck, this was a nice house. and a pretty cool housewarming party, too. he'd had a beer or two, and he was genuinely having a good time.
he pushed open the door, sliding it shut quietly. he looked down into the pool, the still water, the starry sky tinkling in the reflection. it was calm.
his head snapped up at the click of a lighter starting up, and he noticed a dark figure over the side of the balcony. there was a small, one foot ledge beyond the railing, someone could easily fall off with the wrong step. mix that with the alcohol?
damon started on his way forward, before he paused.
he knew that stance. knew it anywhere.
he started forward again, until his hands came to rest on the railing, and he looked over to see the side of liam gallagher's face.
liam didn't seem to notice. his head stayed tilted to the sky, lidded eyes shining with the stars, lips parting to blow out a tuff of smoke. the lights from the house illuminated his face with hues of purples and blues and pinks.
"you could fall," damon said, shattering the relative silence.
at the sudden voice, liam flinched. hard. the cigarette fumbled out his fingers with a small voiced, "fuck". he turned to look at damon, annoyance on his face.
"dropped me fag, you owe me a new one, you do," liam grumbled, but he didn't sound angry. just tired. maybe a bit peeved. his accent was thickened heavily by the alcohol he imbibed in. he- and the best way to describe it would be- slithered up gracefully to sit on the railing, eyes casting up to look at the sky, body twisted toward damon.
damon swallowed hard. it was damn near a perfect sight. liam was gorgeous.
"naturally," damon replied, pulling out a pack and holding it out. liam didn't take it with his hands, simply wrapped his (quite plump, damon noticed) lips around the butt, pulling back just a little once it was in his mouth. he patted down his pockets for a lighter, pouting miserably when he somehow didn't find one. "here." damon pulled out his own, and liam leaned closer. damon's hands shook as he lit the cigarette.
liams eyes flicked up to meet damon's. bright baby blues, hooded behind thick eyelashes, resting above flushed cheeks. damon noticed how one of his eyes were slightly lazy. it was endearing.
"gonna light it? or jus' stare all day?"
that snapped damon out his daze, and his face heated. "sorry, sorry, yeah."
liams eyes crossed to watch as the cigarette was lit, sucking in a breath before pulling away. he held it in his lungs for a few seconds before turning his head to the sky, blowing it out.
it was pretty.
liam was pretty.
he also looked... dunno. sad, near most. maybe it was just cause he was so calm, and that was unnatural in of itself.
"are—" damon cut himself off, then liam turned to look at him, head cocking to the side in question. "are you alright, liam?"
"why'd i not be?"
"dunno. you haven't hit me yet, which is surprising. and– well, dunno. you look sad."
liam narrowed his eyes, spinning himself so his legs were thrown over the side of the rail that damon was on. damon shifted to face liam better in the new position. watched the man shrug, take another drag. this time, he blew out little rings.
“i could fall over this edge right now,” liam said starkly, eyes staring into damon’s as if testing him to reply. “and no one would say nothin’.”
damon blinked, not allowing his shock to show. “what do you mean?”
liam took a deep drag of his cigarette, thinking for a few moments. “sure, there’d be a reaction,” he continued, smoke blowing out his mouth as he spoke. “‘oh no, that oasis blokes dead!’. but other than that? ‘yeah, he’s killed himself, no shock in that’. me own mam wouldn’t even be surprised.”
oh. that was a lot to take in. damon shifted on his feet. “you want to kill yourself?”
“not most days, no. not now. but if a car were to ram into me, don’t think i’d complain, yunno?”
“i understand. some days are harder than most.”
liam laughed at that, loud, smile on his face. he spat onto the floor. he looked in his own head, laughing not at damon’s words, but at what they made liam think of. “some days huh?”
“what’s so funny about that?”
“nothin,” liam reassured, and his face turned sad again. he looked over at damon, the colours mixing around on his face, and sighed. he looked so, so pretty. tears coated his eyes, making them shinier, liam more vulnerable, and for some reason more gorgeous. maybe damon was just fucked up.
he moved to stand in front on liam, raising a tentative hand to place on liams chest.
“i could push you,” damon said. his tone was unreadable. it could have been a threat, a promise, or just an observation. he could feel liams heart under his hand, and the way it picked up its pace contradicted his calm tone.
“could you? why not do it?”
damon didn’t answer the question. instead he raised another. “why haven’t you told me to fuck off yet?”
at that, liam blew out the last of his fag and flicked it over the balcony. bracing himself on the ledge and leaning back as damon’s hands came to rest on either side of him.
“i don’t actually hate you. you know that right?”
“you don’t?” and damon was legitimately surprised.
“no. yer a posh cunt, insanely attractive and a wee bit annoyin, but i don’t hate you. s’all stage rivalry and all. fer the papers.”
damon nodded slowly. “insanely attractive, am i?”
“aye, don’t get used to it. bet you age terribly.”
snorting out a laugh, damon stared steadily into liams eyes. liam stared back with a mixture of many, many emotions and the haze of an alcohol clouded mind.
in an instant, liam had squeezed his eyes shut, leaning forwards to press his lips against damon’s in an almost adorably inexperienced way. damon knew he couldnt be inexperienced though, no way. right?
anyway. sparks were currently flying in damon’s brain. liam lips were incredibly soft, and he tasted like cigarettes and alcohol and mint and in a weird sort of way, damon wanted to taste it all.
liams hands reached up to cup damon’s cheeks, and damon grabbed around liams waist and the back of his neck.
yeah, liam wasn’t inexperienced. he was hesitant and probably a bit scared, but definitely not inexperienced. his lips moved passionately against damon’s, and soon his mouth had opened, allowing damon’s tongue to press inside.
they broke apart with heavy breaths, a strand of spit connecting them together.
“fuck, gallagher,” damon breathed, wiping his lips, keeping his eyes on liams, which were now wet and red and shiny. “fucking good kisser.”
liam could do nothing but nod, wiping his own mouth. damon came close again, lips ghosting over liams, before he placed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. then the other corner, then smack in the middle of his mouth. after that, he pulled away, tangled a hand in liams beautiful brunette locks, and tilted his head up. he leaned forward to suck right under liams jaw, drawing a quiet, stuttering moan from the younger musician.
and then damon pulled away, checked his watch, and cleared his throat.
“i’ve got to be going,” he said briskly.
“already,” liam panted out, checking his own watch. which he didn’t have. because the man didn’t know shit about telling time.
damon nodded, turning on his heel.
“for the record,” he called over his shoulder, “i think you’re insanely attractive too, gallagher.”
“aye, prettier than you still, albarn,” liam replied.
he knew he wouldn’t remember much about this moment when he woke up, and he didn’t. he remembered damon, and he remembered the sweet taste of honey that coated his lips, but he barely remembered the kiss.
fuck.