#gramion

'i wanna touch your body, so fucking electric'

'i know your scared of me, you say that i'm to eccentric'

'i'm crying all my tears and that's fucking pathetic'

“Ey damon have you seen Graham's responses to our pictures?”

“No i don’t have social media you know this”

“Right you don't shut up about that, ever.”

“I do not. Now show me what he said” 

Damon would rest his chin on Jamie's shoulder, tired eyes scanning over his phone screen. “He’s jealous” Jamie smiled, opening the comments on a post.

Damon’s eyes would rake through the comments before landing on Grahams. “My god thats, thats” “pathetic” Jamie finished his sentence with a quiet chuckle. 

“Wasn’t gonna say that, but yea that works” Damon would grumble pressing his face into the crook of Jamie's neck. His beard pricked at Jamie's skin. 

“He’s been at this for a while” 

“Yea?”

“Yeah” Jamie hummed, pulling up a second post and scrolling through the comments. “See, right there”

“Mhm” Damon hummed sleepily.

“I’m trying to show you something, get your face out my neck” his hand landed in Damon’s hair pulling his head back. Damon let out a quiet almost inaudible noise, but Jamie caught it, his eyes darkening with desire. “Be good for me” he whispered to Damon, voice husky. 

Jamie would turn Damon’s head so he could read the comment Graham left on the post. “Mmm.. what are we meant to do about that?”

“Hmm we could send him something, show him what he’s really missing” Jamie hummed, setting his phone down. “Or” Damon whispered. Jamie’s eyes flicked to Damon’s face waiting for him to continue. ”We could fly him out and make him watch” Jamie grinned at the idea, picking up his phone.

“I’ll text him” 

“You do that, i’m going to bed” Damon said, pushing himself off Jamie’s shoulders.

“Sleep on the couch out here, I don't want to listen to you whine about back pain from sleeping in your bunk”

Damon would walk into the greenroom humming to himself and whipping his face with a towel. “Did great out there, as usual” He could practically hear Jamie’s smirk as he spoke from his spot on the couch.

“Thanks” Damon would grumble, slipping off his jacket tossing it and the towel on a nearby chair.

“Look who chose to join us”

Damon would turn around eyes landing on Graham sat beside Jamie. “Graham!” Damon’s eyes lit up as he walked over to the pair.

“Hi Damon” Graham smiled watching Damon sit on his other side. Damon wrapped his arm around Graham’s shoulders pulling him into a tight hug. “Surprised you actually came”

“I couldn’t say no to seeing you” Graham hugged him close. Damon looked over his shoulder locking eyes with Jamie.

“You must be tired after that flight Graham, come on lets get you back to the hotel” Jamie said patting Graham’s thigh before getting off the couch.

“Yea lets get you to bed, give you what you're missing” Damon said keeping his arm around Graham as they both got up.

“Um.. yea” Graham said, catching what Damon had said. Blush spread across his cheeks as he let the other two lead him out of the building.

The ride to the hotel was quiet but comfortable, Graham sat in the front with Damon as he drove. At a red light Damon would slide his hand up Graham's thigh. His muscles would tense as his eyes flicked to Damon’s face. He was calm, acting like he wasn’t tormenting him.

Jamie watched from the back seat, a smirk forming at Graham’s reaction. “So, Graham” he started leaning against Graham’s seat. “What have you been going on about in the comments of our posts?” Graham would look back at Jamie, blush spreading across his cheeks again.

“Oh, nothing” Graham would mutter looking away from both of them. Damon’s hand would slide farther up his thigh, squeezing the soft flesh. “We all know it's not nothing” Damon would reply, eyes not leaving the road.

The tension in the car was becoming thick, almost suffocating. No one spoke the rest of the way to the hotel.

The three of them made their way inside, in the elevator Graham’s eyes caught Jamie’s hand resting on Damon’s lower back. Jealousy spread across his features. Damon and Jamie both noticed his reaction and gave each other a knowing look.

Jamie’s hand would slide up Damon’s back wrapping around his shoulders as the door opened. They lead Graham down the hallway and into the hotel room.

Jamie would finally release Damon from his grip, walking to Graham.

Damon would lie on the bed and let out a content sigh, Graham watched him from where he stood. Jamie would catch Graham’s chin with his thumb, tilting his head till they were face to face. Graham’s breath would hitch eyes meeting Jamie’s.

His eyes would flicker to Jamie's lips, his own parting as he sucked in a breath. Jamie would close the gaps, pressing a firm kiss to Graham’s lips. Graham’s eyes would widen before melting into the kiss.

His hands would reach for Jamie’s shoulders but he would pull away. “You don’t get to touch” Jamie’s tone was teasing. He would walk him back, Graham’s back pressed flush into the wall, eyes following Jamie’s every movement.

“Can you do that?” Jamie asked, voice quiet against his ear. “Can you be a good boy for us” he continued. Graham’s knees went weak, his eyes flicked to Damon who was sat on the bed watching them. They were silent, waiting for a response.

“I can do that” Graham whispered. “God boy” Jamie whispered, trailing kisses across Graham’s neck. Graham couldn't stop a whimper from leaving his throat.

Jamie's hands slid up Graham’s chest reaching the zipper of his coat. He tugged it down slowly, feeling the way his heart quickened.

“Take this off”

Graham did as he was told, sliding the jacked off and letting it drop to the floor. Jamie backed up until the back of the knees hit the bed. He sat still watching Graham. Damon's arms would wrap around jamies waist, his chin resting on his shoulder.

Graham felt like prey, their eyes were devouring him as he stood there.

“Take it off” Damon's voice was commanding. Graham swallowed the lump forming in his throat unmoving.

“You heard him. Be a good boy and take it all off.”

Graham started to undress, pulling his shirt over his head. Jamie watched him while Damon started to leave messy kisses across his neck. One of his hands would slide down Jamie's stomach reaching under the waistband of his pants.

Damon would sink his teeth into Jamie's shoulder as he reached into his boxers.

Jamie's fingers would wrap around Damon's wrist gently. “Eyes on our jealous little pervert love” he planted a kiss to the top of Damon’s head.

He would release Jamie's skin from his teeth resting his chin where he had bit.

His eyes would rake over Graham's body eyeing the tent in his boxers. “Sit.” Damon commanded, pointing at the chair in the corner with his free hand. Graham would do as he was told, walking to the chair and sitting in it.

“Good boy” Damon would praise as his fingers wrapped around Jamie's already hard dick. Jamie would close his eyes and sigh at the feeling. Graham would press his palm over himself trying to get some friction. Damon’s eyes caught his movements.

“Ey, bad. No touching.”

Jamie’s eyes would flicker open casting a dangerous look to Graham ”hands off.” His voice was rough with need. “Behave.”

Graham would pull his hand away resting his hands on the arm rests. “I'm sorry..” he whispered, face flushed from embarrassment.

Damon hummed in acknowledgment, pulling Jamie’s hard dick from his pants. Graham's eyes followed Damon's hand. The way his thumb circled the tip of Jamie's already leaking cock.

Jamie let out a quiet groan. The rough pad of Damon's thumb gliding through his pre-cum. His fingers would tangle in Damon’s hair pulling him into a messy kiss. He would swallow the noises Damon made.

Damon’s grip tightened on Jamie. “Mm..” Jamie would moan into the kiss, hips bucking into Damon’s hand. Graham squirmed in his seat wanting to do anything other than watch.

“Look at him, so needy for us” Jamie rasped.

“He was so vocal online, but now that we're giving him what he wanted he's so quiet. Maybe he didn’t really want this.” Damon said, hand letting go of Jamie.

“No.. no please i want this..” graham started to beg, his nails digging into the plush fabric of the chair.

“What do you think Jamie?” “mm fuck what he wants. Get on your knees”

Damon would get off the bed behind Jamie walking in front of him. He would lower himself to his knees for him, his eyes locked on Jamie's. “Fuck..” Jamie would mutter.

Damon would reach up hand wrapping around Jamie again, his pupils were blown as he wrapped his lips around the tip of Jamie’s cock. “Mm thats it..” Jamie would mutter fingers tangling in Damon’s hair.

Jamie’s hips would twitch pushing him farther into Damon’s mouth. He would pull Damon’s hair slowly making him take more and more into his mouth. Graham would whimper, pressing his thighs together. He watched from his chair, eyes fixed on Damon’s lips wrapped around Jamie.

Damon’s tongue swirled around Jamie, his eyes locked on Jamie’s face. Graham’s cock throbbed when he heard Jamie moan. “Fucking hell Damon” Jamie rasped before he bucked farther into Damon’s mouth.

Damon would hum around his cock, pleasure shooting up Jamie’s Spine.

Jamie could feel a knot forming in his stomach already. His breath would hitch with each swipe of Damon’s tongue. Graham would watch, hand moving without a second thought. Reaching into his boxers and tugging himself free.

His hand wrapped around himself, stoking slowly. “Damon fuck” Jamie gasped, grip tightening on Damon’s hair hoding him still as he started to fuck into his mouth. Damon would let him, his eyes meeting Jamie’s as they started to brim with tears.

Graham would squeeze himself, biting his lip to stifle a whimper bubbling in his throat. His movements would quicken to match Jamie’s thrusts.

Jamie would groan, throwing his head back in pleasure, his hips would stutter, pace slowing momentarily. He was getting close, the knot in his stomach starting to pull tight. His thrusts would speed up, bucking into Damon’s mouth. “Mm fuck” Jamie would his spilling onto Damon’s tongue.

Jamie’s hips would slow, as he came down from his high, he would slowly pull Damon off of him. He would watch Damon swallow his cum, eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

He would look down seeing a dark patch forming on Damon’s trousers, and he would smirk.

“Such a mess” Damon would blush, eyebrows furrowing as he turned his head away. His eyes would lock on Graham, who was still sat in his chair stroking his throbbing cock. “Oi we said no touching” Damon said, voice scratchy.

Graham would let go of himself looking at Damon and Jamie. “I’m sorry”

“We told you not to touch yourself, so bad”

Damon would get off the floor walking towards Graham. He would stop in front of him and pull him out of the chair. “Now lets get some rest” He would pull Graham onto the bed wrapping his arms around him from behind.

Jamie would smirk, understanding the type of punishment they were giving him.

“But” “but nothing love, you didn’t behave”