Daddy Damon (Gorillaz)

Part 8

It was odd laying next to Damon. It's been a while since he and I had seen each other, plus still a little odd how we're not dating, or anything of a noun. In fact I'm just a friend... With benefits? Oh god, what even are we, what even am I doing? He's married, basically shitting on his wife by seeing me, and much older than me.

But I like it.

Is that bad...?

I turn my head under the sheets watching him softly snore into his hand resting on his cheek. Every so often he would flinch like he was dreaming making his breathing odd and out of sync. I study the way he was sleeping, I was curled up in more of the duvet so he was splattered in front of me half naked. His hand that wasn't being drooled onto was on my stomach like he was trying to reach out for me.

I hear him mumble and I close my eyes in case he woke up and saw me watching him.

I wait a couple seconds and I feel him stretch out a little next to me yawning simultaneously. He shuffles a little closer to me pulling more of the blankets over his legs. His hand on my stomach moves upwards to touch my cheek, he runs his fingers along my jaw before quickly kissing it and resting back next to me. I waited a couple minutes before I could hear his breathe become longer again like he had fallen  back asleep. I waited until I drifted asleep once again.

I wake up an hour later to Damon sitting on the side of his bed with his back to me. He stretches out his arms and stands up walking around the bed.

"Oh!" He looks at me a little startled and places his hands in front of his crotch. I wipe some sleep from my eyes and let out a small laugh.

"Morning." I return stretching out onto his side of the bed. I turn my direction to the wall where my head falls into his giant pillow.

"I was just going to make tea would you like a cup?" I feel his eyes creep over me for a reaction.

"Mmm-hmm" Damon chuckles.

"I'll be back." He replies as I relax into the pillow to fall into a half conscience sleep.

What felt like seconds later I feel a warm presence next to me. I hear a little clink like two mugs hitting the nightstand next to me. "Come on you can't sleep forever." I hear Damon softly say as he rubs my bare leg I had peaking out of the duvet. I take a deep breathe and lift my head from the sheets to see Damon looking at me with a small smile, now with a pair of jeans on. 

I pull myself up and cross my legs to face Damon. "What time is it?" I yawn and pull my hand through my hair, then picking up my tea from the wooden stand. Damon's hand remained on my legs, rubbing his thumb over it.

"9:20-ish" He says and shuffles on the bed some more. He takes a sip from his tea.

"I can't believe you convinced me to come here." I giggle a little and slurp on my tea, I look over at Damon smirking at me.

"Well, I wanted to see you again..." I raised an eyebrow as him as he takes a sip and puts his mug down.

"But what about last night, about what you said by the pool?" I see him shy away from the question. "Tell me!" I poke his naked shoulder.

"It was nothing."

"No it wasn't! What did you mean you want me to like you?" My cheeks flushed red just asking the question. Damon coughs and opens his mouth to say something, but he just stutters while flapping his hands about. I lean back into the bed waiting on a answer.

"I-I guess I don't want you to think of me as just someone you sleep with every so often. Like-like, uh... I want you to like me like how I like you." He laughs nervously as me.

"And how do you like me?" I test him. Damon looks at me laying down as I nervously bite my lip.

"I like you in a way that makes me want to protect you from anyone else, like you're mine." I rub my lips together.

How would any of that even work. He's married, he has everything in front of him, but me. because he can't have me if Justine is around...

"But how do you expect me to like you in that way when Justi-"

"She's gone."

"Well yeah, for a week, that's it?" I raise my voice a little and sit up. I take a deep breathe. I pick up my tea and take a sip from it feeling the hot mug rest against the palms of my hands.

Damon looks at me with apologetic eyes before taking the mug from my hands and putting it back on the table. I look up at him frustrated as his hand on my leg moves onto my waist. He pulls himself up moving closer to me, making me slide down.

"I'll do anything to have you." His voice lowers into a soft sexual tone. "If that's what you want of course."