Slash and Axl love ;)
I hate the way he moves.
I hate his smile, like he knows something that you don't.
I hate the way I feel when he kisses random groupies.
I hate how jealous I get.
I hate how I wish it was me.
I hate the secret kisses he gives me on stage and sometimes after the gig is done.
I hate how he would grab me and guide me into his dressing room. Then he would push me against any close stable piece of furniture and fuck my mouth with his tongue.
But most of all.... I hate how much I enjoy it...how I craved his attention.
But I also hate that he hasn't given me any attention for months and I think he's gotten bored of me.
God, how I hate that I love him.
“Slash.” A voice yelled from next to me and I was broken out of my deep thoughts. Looking up after I brushed away my hair, Axl was sitting next to me with a smile on his face.
“What?” I mumble as I lean back into the seat again, closing my eyes, praying to get some sleep.
Then I felt a warm hand on my face, brushing my hair away, and I want to snuggle into it,” Keep your eyes open, Slash. We'll be at the gig in a few minutes.” Axl said to me, tapping my cheek slightly.
“OK,”I sigh and sit up again, instantly grabbing my JD and gulping as much as I could down my throat.”I'm up.”
I turn to Axl and he still has that smile on his beautiful face. His green eyes were sparkling with a child-like twinkle in them.
“Why are you so happy, Axl?”I ask him and he rests his head on my shoulder.
“I don't know, Slash. I just am.”He replied, snuggling into my side like he normally does on the tour bus. I was his personal pillow.
Then, about 20 minutes later, the bus came to a stop, telling us that we were at the location of the next gig. As normal, I had no idea where we were.
Me and Axl followed the rest of the band out, Duff happy as a child in a candy store. He loved playing live. Izzy was watching Duff with a somewhat, proud smile. Steven was too busy tapping his drumsticks together to notice Duff.
We arrived in the building and I immediately went to my guitar. That was all I needed, a location and my guitar.
About 10 minutes later we were on stage, me keeping to myself and focused on playing.
I loved playing my guitar, it gave me a sense of freedom. It was the only thing worth value to me, it was the only thing that belonged to me.
We played for two hours straight and the crowd was great, they somehow knew all the lines. I decided that this was my favourite concert. Mostly because nobody tried to grab my guitar.
During the intro of Don't Cry last song for the night. I was Axl's pillow again. He came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist and laid his head on my shoulder. I was glad that I chose to do the longer intro of the song.
Nobody noticed because it was too dark and too loud. I could hear Axl's breathing in my ear and he was fully pressed against me.
His left hand crept under my top and he tightened his hold on me, his fingertips tracing unknown patterns just above the waistband of the boxers I was wearing.
He started nuzzling my neck, the way he knew that I liked, and I leaned against him, somehow still being able to play properly.
Seconds before the end of the intro, he kissed my cheek and danced away, singing the lyrics out loud. I watched his every move, how he interacted with the fans, how he always got lost in the music.
With a good night, the band walked off the stage, me still clutching my guitar for dear life. He followed them onto the bus, smiling a little when he heard the fans still cheering.
He put his guitar down in a vacant chair and walked to the back of the tour bus, where the beds where. He opened the door and was glad the the room was dark. Sighing happily he lay down, kicking off his shoes as he closed his eyes.
“That is my fucking chair! It's been mine since we first got the bus!” He heard Steven whine.
Groaning he buried his face into his pillow.
“It doesn't have your name, Steve. I was on the bus before you were. You can't just expect me to give up if I’ve already sat on it!” Izzy shouted at him.
“Shut the fuck up! People are trying to fucking sleep.”Axl screamed from beside him. They instantly quieted.
Slash cursed and jumped,”What are you doing in here?”
“I'm tired and this was the closest room.” Axl whispered quietly, anger instantly gone.
Slash then felt the bed move and an arm wrapped around his waist from under the covers. Then a head rested itself on his shoulder again,”Slash,”He breathed into his ear, making a shiver run down his spine.
“What do you want Axl?”Slash asked him quietly, eyes still closed. This is how Axl got what he wanted. He would always go for Slash's weaknesses. He knew how to play the guitarist well until he got bored of him.
Axl kissed his neck, his lips running over Slash's weakest spots. His tongue played Slash better than he played his own guitar,” I want you.” The redhead murmured,”You know that.”
Moaning softly, Slash tilted his head so that Axl could suck more skin on his neck. Every time Axl wanted Slash, he used every trick, every weakness, to manipulate Slash. Slash knew this but he imagined that Axl wanted him...not just his body.
He loved Axl....but he knew that if he kept letting Axl use him, it would hurt him even more.
“What game are you playing?” Slash whispered to Axl, his fingers tangling in the long red hair.
Axl pulled away from his favourite spot on Slash's spot with a pout and he looked up at the guitarist.
“No games,” He climbed on top of Slash and smiled at him. Not a smirk, not an unknown smile. But a genuine one, before he leaned down and kissed along Slash's jawline.
His hands fumbled with Slash's boxers, teasing him and Slash cursed at him.
Flipping them over to that Axl was onto his back, Slash pressed a hard kiss to the redheads lips. He took complete control, grabbing his wrists and he pinned them at either side of his head. Axl groaned and nipped on Slash's lip, sucking on his bottom one to rid of the pain.
“I hate you.” Slash said to the singer as he was flipped over onto his back. Axl smirked at his lover, his fingers playing with the belt.
“I love you too, baby.”