Next installment, unsure of how to summarise it
“Right. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing” DJ replied quietly, running his fingertips over the smooth leather, Axl caught his hands with his own and linked their fingers together
“DJ… you’ve been off since we started this tour, what’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing, I’m fine” he denied, eyes determinedly glancing everywhere but his partner’s, Axl raised an eyebrow and released one of DJ’s hands to pull his face around to his, pressing a soft kiss to DJ’s lips, he repeated his question.
He tried to look away again but Axl’s hand stilled his face “D…” he moaned frustrated,
“Look it’s nothing, I just feel a bit pissed that’s all” the guitarist sighed, pulling his hands free and wrapping his arms around his knees,
“Jeez, what’s with all the questions? I don’t make a fuss every time you’re in a mood!” he snapped, laying his head on his knees and facing away from his boyfriend. Axl frowned,
“Dje, I’m always in some sort of mood, you, on the other hand are never like that” he told him softly,
“Well I am now” Axl sighed and stood, knowing nothing he said would make any difference now
“I’m gonna go and get some sleep, you know where to find me if you need me” he said, leaning down and kissing DJ’s forehead and running a gentle hand through his hair.
The younger raised his eyes and watched as the singer left, shutting the door after him, a miserable sigh left his down turned lips. Teeth worried his lower lip as he leant his head back and let go of his knees, suddenly feeling vulnerable without the barrier of his legs. His fingers ran over the leather seat again before pulling his laptop to him and switched it on, maybe he should review some his recorded stuff and see if he can find any mistakes. Nope. Emails maybe?
A groan of frustration burst forth as he shoved the machine away from him. The guitarist stood abruptly, walking swiftly into the bedroom area and climbing into Axl’s bunk, the singer stirred and blinked at him with blurry eyes before a sleepy smile crossed his lips and arms wrapped themselves around the other’s waist.
“Sorry I was being an ass” DJ murmured as he sat on their hotel bed and Axl shut and locked the door
“It’s ok, you feeling any better?”
“Not really but I’ll live”
“You got any idea…”
“No, I no have idea why, I… just… everything’s annoying me” he moaned, leaning forward, elbows resting on his thighs, head resting in his hands. Axl climbed onto the bed behind him and scooted forward enough to place his hands on DJ’s shoulders and rub firm circles into tense muscles. The guitarist jerked but relaxed slightly as the singer pulled his t-shirt off and littered kisses over his shoulders and neck, all the while rubbing slightly lower.
“Is this annoying you?” DJ shook his head mutely and rolled it to the side, giving the elder easy access to his neck, Axl’s hands slid around to caress DJ’s chest as the other fully relaxed against him. Lips parted, eyes closed as slender fingers danced coolly over his torso, pausing to play with a nipple roughly, DJ jerked again and bit his lip, soft lips attached themselves to his neck again, before Axl moved out from behind him to give him a gentle push, indicating DJ should lie down, he did so, staring up at the other as he stripped himself of his shirt and placed his mouth and body at DJ’s disposal.
Tentative digits ran lightly over the singer’s chest as he gazed at his partner as DJ’s mouth came closer, closer, closer to his. He extended his neck slightly, pouting as DJ chuckled and moved away, choosing to observe his right hand come into contact with Axl’s piercing. Tattooed fingers fondled the smooth metal, Axl glanced between DJ’s hand and the guitarist’s face as a smirk twisted DJ’s lips and he looked up, locked eyes with the singer and tugged, Axl cried out in shock as he arched off the bed. The smirk had stretched into a full, unfading grin as he leant in and put his teeth to the ring instead, whilst his hand smoothed over Axl’s side before it tugged his jeans open and slipped inside.
A moan fell from Axl’s lips as DJ wrapped his hand firmly around his manhood and began jerking him off with a steady rhythm. Pulling his mouth off Axl’s chest he moved back up to the singer’s lips as the other’s hands came back into play, one sliding into his hair to tug him closer and the other unfastening his clothes and trying to pull them down his thighs, breaking the kiss for air DJ leaned his head against Axl’s shoulder and pulled his hand free, the singer whimpered slightly at the loss of contact but didn’t make too much of a fuss as he sat up and DJ rolled to lie on his back again.
“How far do you wanna go with this?” A calm tone of voice despite his want claim the guitarist as his own
“I don’t know” DJ mumbled, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself, nerves worming their evil way through his desire,
“Shall we just keep going and if at any point you don’t want this, just say, alright?” Axl proposed, DJ nodded his silent consent as the singer edged closer and started mouthing closed lip kisses against his bicep. A hand crept down to his jeans again, except this time it was helped, as more pale flesh was revealed the singer ran his hands along it lovingly, DJ blushed as Axl looked with a genuine, soft smile curving his lips “You’re beautiful, you know that right?”