How You Kissed Me

That Kiss

   "Damon?" Graham's voice was shakey and wary.
He had been talking to Damon for a while now, but just now noticed that he hadn't been paying attention. Damon looked up from playing with a string on his t-shirt.
   "Hmm? Sorry, I'm just...tired." Damon shook his head, looking down.
Graham knew that Damon was lying. Damon always shook his head when he lied.
   "That's a lie. You're not tired. You slept on the way here today."
Blur was on their Parklife tour, and currently they were in America. New York to be exact. In a rather nice hotel. Damon and Graham had decided to stay in their hotel room, relaxing in bed, instead of going out partying.
   "What's wrong, Damon?"
   "What were you saying? Something about stage lighting or something?"
   "Don't change the subject. Why are you all dazed out?"
   "I'm just...thinking..." Damon couldn't take his mind off of it. That kiss. It was so...different. So...exciting. He couldn't shake it. Graham had never kissed him like that before.
   "Thinking about what?"
   "You'd think I'm weird if I told you." He took a cigarette out of his pocket and searched his pants for a lighter. Graham pulled one out and lit it for him, keeping his eyes on him the entire time.
   "Have I ever judged you harshly?" Graham took Damon's smoke and put it between his lips. Damon just looked at him, a bit annoyed.
   "I'm sure you have in your mind."
   "Just spit it out already!"
   "Spit out my fag, and I might tell you!"
Graham laughed a little and returned Damon's cigarette to him.
   "Now tell me what's got you so fuzzy."
   "Do you remember what you did yesterday?"
   "When?"
   "Last night...you did something to me..."
   "When we were at that guy's after gig party? I was drunk Dames. Sorry, I don't remember anything from last night. Except when Dave passed out." He laughed softly, thinking back.
   "Last night you...kissed me..." Damon almost choked on his words. Graham just looked at him, puzzled.
   "I've kissed you lots of times. So what?"
   "But it was...different last night."
   "Different how?"
   "I..I don't know how to describe it."
Both boys blushed. They both had obvious feelings for each other, but neither knew how the other felt. Truth is, Damon has liked Graham since middle school. And when Graham kissed him that night the way he did, it gave a slight bit of hope.
   "You could...show me." Graham swallowed hard.
   "Show you?"
   "Show me how I kissed you Damon."
Damon looked at his best friend, his eyes wide and unable to move out of surprise.
   "I mean, did I kiss you like this?" Graham gave him a quick peck on the lips.
Damon shook his head instead of saying "no".
   "Like...like this?" Graham's voice was barely a whisper, as he leaned over Damon's stiff body, kissing him again, but this time kissing him longer and with more movement. When he pulled away, he took Damon's cigarette from his hand and put it out in the ash tray.
   "I was still smoking that, ya know."
   "Kiss me like I kissed you last night. You seem to remember better than I do."
   "It's not that simple, Graham. Last night, you kissed me as if you fancied boys or something..."
Graham stayed silent for a few moments after hearing this. He then laid back on the bed, his hands resting on his stomach. Damon looked at him and took his hand.
   "It's okay if you do, ya know. I won't judge you or anything."
   "Damon, to tell you the truth... I don't know what I like. I know that I like kissing you though."
   "Do you really wanna know how you kissed me?"
Graham just nodded, and watched as Damon propped himself up on his elbows and kissed him. The kiss was slow and careful at first but soon, Damon slipped his tongue between Graham's lips and rested a hand on his hip. The kiss grew hot and wet, and both boys began to feel their pants tighten. With every flick of Damon's tongue, Graham gasped and moaned softly. Finally, Damon pulled away and rested a hand on Graham's neck.
   "That's...that's how you kissed me."
Both of them were panting softly, trying to catch their breaths. Graham looked down, noticing their obvious erections and blushed.
   "Y-You're hard."
   "Well I'm not the only one Gra! You are too, ya dolt." This made Graham look away and stifle a laugh. Damon couldn't help but kiss him on the cheek, taking time to admire Graham's red face and wandering eyes. He pushed some hair out of his face and smiled.
   "I like kissing you too, Gra."