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Damon turned on the tv. He had been bored out of his mind since he wasn’t gonna be in the studio or doing anything with his band for at-least another week. He sat there, slouched down his couch, scruffy, prickly beard and an old worn out sweater, zapping through the tv channels until he landed on some music or pop channel.
His eyes were caught by the sight of an interview with none other than Liam Gallagher, well- noel was next to him but that didn’t matter to him. Liam was what caught his eye, it always had since they grew famous. And especially when blur were asked about oasis a lot in the past 2 years, Damon started thinking a lot more about the boy.
The camera on the tv was zoomed in on liam as he kept talking on and on and on about some thing or someone that he seemed to hate with a passion, whether it was blur he was talking about or some other “twat” as liam called it, Damon didn’t care, because he wasn’t really listening.
He could barely make out liam’s words because of the shitty mic and his thick accent which only got rougher the more worked up liam was (Damon knew out of experience). Damon felt himself get almost in a trance of sorts, only barely noticing his growing hard-on after a couple minutes of watching the pre-recorded interview.
Without taking off his eyes from the tv, his right hand dropped the tv remote beside him and slowly moved to behind the waistband of his sweats and behind his underpants. He palmed himself, giving himself a few pumps to get him actually hard, his hand still in his pants, not actually taking his dick out yet.
After a moment of just watching liam and trying to ignore when noel talked, he realized he had his flip phone right there in his pockets. He knew liam had said not to call him before midnight, but god did Damon miss him.
With his left hand he dipped into his pocket and his thumb clicked down to liam’s number which was saved as “person from label” to avoid suspicion as to why Damon would *have* to urgently answer that specific call if it ever called at random times.
He rang and put the phone up to his ear, his right hand slowly pumping himself now as he took his prick out of his sweats, still watching the tv on a louder volume. After the third ring liam answered.
”oi? Why’re you calling you twat, i told you not before fuckin’ midnight, didn’t i?”
Liam answered in a hushed voice, it sounded like he was walking or moving around, probably away from people.
“hi, how are you..?”
Damon asked, his heart racing a tad and his hands slightly speeding up at the sound of liam’s voice. He secretly loved when liam scolded him or cursed him out, though he would never admit to that himself that he liked to be berated like that.
”what- i’m backstage at the gig for tonight! I texted you the dates and shit! God you’re so daft, you are.”
Liam said, the background sounded like he closed a door and liam was now talking less hushed, he seemed to have found a room to talk in.
Damon’s breath hitched at liam’s cursing, pumping himself faster, his pupils blown already and a slight flush creeping on his cheeks.
”i just wanted- just wanted to hear your voice is all..”
Damon answered vaguely and in a slightly shuttery voice. Liam had an utterly confused and scowling expression on his face but Damon didn’t know this of course.
”the fuck..” liam whispered to himself more than to damon, but it was still audible over the phone.
”listen, if you don’t have a actual fuckin’ reason to call you cunt, then yer wastin’ my time! Now everyone’s gonna be wanna know why i left the room!”
Damon’s breath audibly shuddered as he closed his eyes, leaning his head back. He half listened to liam’s voice still playing on the tv and half listened to liam berate him on the phone.
Liam froze hearing that, and then hearing that while Damon was silent, the background noise sounded a lot like liam and noel talking. After a moment Liam smirked, suddenly knowing exactly why Damon was calling.
Liam chuckled before continuing to talk.
”God that’s sad ey? Needing to call ME when you can’t get a good wank otherwise? Jesus Damon i didn’t think you’d need me that much..”
liam said, clearly the phone-call gave him an ego boost. He chuckled once more before sharply inhaling, and then the line was silent. And Damon slowly halted pumping his fist, frowning. He opened his eyes, seeing that the tv channel had already moved on from the interview. He quickly placed his phone on his shoulder between his ear and turned down the sound with his left hand and the remote. He then picked the phone back up again with his left hand.
“Liam…?” He asked quietly, checking to see if liam hadn’t hung up already.
“I’m here, i’m here. Just think yer too quiet for me to treat you with the sound of my voice hm?”
Liam said casually, and Damon immediately knew liam was gonna taunt him for this.
“Liam..please..?” Damon softly whispered, closing his eyes again, almost praying for liam to speak up.
Liam kissed his teeth and sighed.
”i don’t know..you gonna listen to me Damon?”
Liam said playfully, and Damon could almost just visualize the evil grin on liam’s face.
“Yes- yeah ofcourse.” Damon immediately agreed, painfully hard in his hand.
a pause on the line fell again.
”you’re on yer couch, yeah?” liam asked
“Yes i am..” Damon answered and for some reason also nodded, as if liam could see him. Although liam did give of the impression of that.
”get on yer knees.” liam spoke up, his voice a little lower now, it always was when he commanded stuff out of Damon.
Damon followed without hesitation, just wanting his release. He slid off the couch, his hand not moving away from his phone and prick. His stomach barely grazing over the little coffee table he had stood in-front of his couch. Liam waited a moment after he heard the thud of Damon landing on his wooden flooring to speak up again.
”you look like such a slut hm? Just doing what i say? Fucking sat there on your knees THAT fuckin’ desperate for me ya cunt.. Liam rambled on.
Damon whimpered and his hand started moving faster.
“lemme hear ya say it Damon, how wet ya are from just my fuckin’ voice, how much of a whore you are for me hm?” he asked tauntingly.
Damon’s mouth was hanging open, his eyes pressed closed, his dick throbbing the more he stroked himself and the more Liam talked to him. He moaned softly before trying to take in a deep breath.
“‘M…m’so…wet- Liam~” Damon managed to get out, he usually wasn’t good at forming sentences past one word moans when he was this turned on.
“mmmm..such a pretty fucking cunt for me ey?” liam cooed over the phone.
Damon’s hand was going so fast at this point that it was causing friction burn since he hadn’t spat in his hand of used lotion or anything for that matter. But he rubbed through the pain like the soldier that he was for Liam, and also because he couldn’t possibly stop himself because he liked the pain.
”say it, damon.” liam’s voice sounded sterner this time.
“Yes- yes! I’m..ngh-“ Damon tried to answer but his jaw went slack, his body leaning over, his forehead falling on the coffee table. Jesus he was getting close already.
“DON’T give up now, i didn’t say you could cum did i?” Liam sounded kind of angry or annoyed at this point, which kind of scared Damon but it made his hard pound even more louder.
”damon STOP” Liam said, not needing to hear actual replies from Damon to know he was close, the breaths and silences between them spoke loud enough.
Damon paused, opening his eyes slightly, looking down at his right hand by his prick and the tiny drop of precum already leaking from it. He stalled his hand, a soft losing whimper flowing out of his already open mouth.
“I-i did it..” Damon whispered, readjusting his eyes to the bright tv a bit as he looked around his living room, kind of realizing how weird it must look if there had been cameras in his house.
“right you fuckin’ did, i’d have hung up otherwise.” liam remarked.
”now just fuckin’ calm down ya rabbit, can’t cum if i don’t tell you to, can ya?”
Liam said like it was obvious, like it had always been that way since the beginning of time, like it was the most normal thing to happen in this entire world. “Oh ya can’t cum unless Liam fucking Gallagher tells you to, that’s fact!”.
Well- for Damon it was getting scarily close to fact by how much he’d think of Liam while being with groupies.
“Yeah..” Damon answer quietly, his breath still shaking a little.
A short silence fell before liam sighed.
”so what’ve you been up to then?” Liam asked, more soft now, almost like he missed Damon back.
“Erm..nothing really..not back in the studio for another week and it’s boring as shit at my house..” Damon answered. His right hand dropping entirely from his still hard dick.
”you don’t use those breaks for vacations?” Liam asked as if Damon were stupid.
“Oh- sorry i don’t wanna pack shit in a suitcase and fly all across the world just to be stalked by paparazzi in a different climate.” He answered sarcastically.
“oi! Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it, some shit’s more legal in other countries, d’you know what i mean?” Liam answered, and Damon chuckled a little bit in response.
“but i guess i understand why yer callin’ me then, you that sexless or summat?”
Damon chuckled again. “Fuck off, ‘m not..”
“well yer callin’ me for A reason innit?”
Damon sighed, a slight smile still on his face, he’d really missed talking to liam himself instead of watching those stupid brotherly interviews.
“My knees hurt..” Damon softly remarked, looking down at his lower body.
”yeah well, you enjoy that shite don’t you?”
Damon paused for a moment, realizing he really hadn’t hidden it that well.
Liam filled the silence with a chuckle.
”i am somewhat smart y’know, still listened in school till like- fuckin’ 13 or summat..”
Damon snorted a little, because it was probably true, and it was way less compared to Damon’s education.
“oi! If yer laughin’ at me i might just hang up y’know?” Liam said, half jokingly.
“Okay! okay fine..” Damon said, still smiling a little.
A comfortable pause fell in the conversation before liam sharply inhaled.
”so you’ve calmed down yeah? Cus i dunno how much time i got left before people go on and look for me..”
Damon swallowed thickly, not wanting to think of Liam going away again.
“Yeah i’ve calmed down..” he said softly, picking his now only half hard dick back up again.
“hm..so you were watchin’ me on the telly then? Heard myself a minute ago in yer background ey?”
“Mhm, i was, i just miss you y’know..” Damon started slowly stroking himself again.
”yeah i’d miss me too if i was a miserable cunt, just sittin’ at home doin’ nish? Sounds horrible..”
Damon snorted a little bit, that was so typically liam, always wanting to do something, go out or trash some place. Hating boredom, that was Liam. But Liam was never boring, not to Damon.
”d’you like the interview? Thought the questions were proper rubbish but whatever, didn’t wanna start summat..”Liam complained.
“Yeah..yeah i liked it..” Damon paused
“Mic was a bit shit though..” Damon then said, snorting a little.
“was it? Fuckin’ cunts, interviewing the best band in the world and can’t even bother to buy proper mics..” Liam said, chuckling a little bit.
Another silence fell before Damon quietly spoke up.
“Liam? What would you do if.. if i could have gone and visited you on tour..?” He asked softly.
“ohhh..hm..that’s a better question yeah..”Liam mumbled, thinking about it. He sharply inhaled, preparing to answer.
“guess i’d take you to my dressin’ room…fuck you against every chair and table there until we’re dripping on every surface..call you so many names you’d actually believe it..” Liam spoke in a lower tone.
Damon breathed in shakily, his hand speeding up already.
”fuck you slowly, then dig myself as deep and hard as i could..you love surprises anyway.”
“Y-yeah, i do..” Damon whimpered.
”slam you against every wall, make you my fuckin’ whore. And you’d swallow everything i tell you to. You’d do anything i say.”
Damon nodded along even if Liam couldn’t see it.
“Mhm~ y-yeah..” Damon moaned quietly.
”speak up, you faggot. Let me hear how fuckin’ bad you want my dick even though you won’t get it for MONTHS.”
“Oh- god.. i r-really want it- Liam..please..” Damon moaned, his right hand stroking himself hard and fast. Damon tilted the phone back slightly so he could spit on his dick and spread it all over.
Liam scoffed. ”not even fucking wet enough for me? You need to SPIT? You’re fuckin’ pathetic Damon. Utter whore, you.” Liam said with fake disgust, because he could never actually hate Damon.
“P-please Liam! I want you..please..” Damon whined, his body leaning forwards again and his head leaning on the coffee table. His hips bucking into his hand.
”you call me while i’m busy on tour, make me walk away from all my friends, force me to help you cum because you’re shitty little tiny arse dick can’t do it by itself..honestly you’d be useless as a prostitute, worst paid one yet.”
Damon moaned louder, his cheeks were flushed red and burning hot, his hips still moving in a frenzy. He pressed his eyes closed and his lips together, trying to muffle his whines.
”and with those stupid arse noises you keep making you’re makin’ me fuckin’ hard! Mate the balls you have to piss me off like this on a fuckin’ tuesday. You’re a real cunt y’know?”
Liam just kept going, knowing it was riling up Damon even more. And it was the best Liam could do over the phone, knowing he couldn’t grab Damon by his throat or slap his arse raw and leave his neck bruised and battered.
”y’know i don’t even fuckin’ care if ya cum anymore! Just do it because you’ve gone and fucked up my entire fuckin’ day already! You’re such a twat, such a fuckin’ whore for my voice you HAD to call me!”
“Ah! N-ngh~ f-fuck liam!” Damon moaned as he came aggressively in his hands, the ropes of cum shooting out of him and under his coffee table, right onto the little round carpet he had underneath it. His eyes pressed closed hard, feeling a little lightheaded as well, his jaw hanging open.
Liam stayed silent now, just listening to Damon’s hard and fast breathing slowly calm down, his whimpering gradually fade and waited for Damon to regain himself a bit. A evil grin remained on Liam’s face knowing he was the reason for Damon’s pleasure.
After a long moment, Damon softly spoke up.
“L-liam?”
”yes love?” Liam’s voice immediately sounding way sweeter than it did just a moment before.
“When are you back..?”
”in about 4 months mate..told you this..”
“Oh, right.” Damon sighed and got off of his knees, standing up with a little groan, his knees red.
“I need to clean up, it got on the carpet..”
Liam chuckled.
”yeah go ahead, i need ta get back to the band anyway..” Liam said softly.
“Promise you’ll visit as soon as possible though yeah?”
”as soon as i’m back in london, i’m followin’ through on everythin’ i said..” Liam said a little playfully.
“Alright, ‘s a date” Damon said, smiling to himself.
“oh it is..”
They both chuckled.
“Love you..?” Damon said.
”love you..” Liam answered.
And with that, they both each pressed the hang up button. Liam now half hard himself but not wanting to deal with it, and Damon trying to get his fluids out of the carpet before it dried.