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Pray For Me
2 Reviews"What the fuck does he see in [/you/]?"
He heard him clear his throat before blowing in his ear again, DJ smiled but jerked away, keeping his eyes firmly closed, Axl laughed and followed the other, arm sneaking around his waist to pull him onto his back and press his lips to DJ’s. A quiet purr left the guitarist as sleep-drunk limbs lifted; fumbly fingers stroked Axl’s pale cheek as his mouth opened and Axl’s tongue slid into his mouth, waking his own up happily. They parted noisily and the singer planted a small kiss on the tip of DJ’s nose.
“Well, I could get used to that” he remarked stretching lazily, the singer laughed; there was a whole new side to his demeanour, one that was carefree, slightly childish, relaxed and most importantly happy beyond belief.
“Do you have to go to Sixx today?” DJ smiled at the pouting tone but nodded,
“Unfortunately yes and to quote you, you’re hardly keeping me here Ax” a smirk jumped onto the singer’s face as his long fingers enclosed around DJ’s wrists tightly, he leaned in and kissed his neck before murmuring
“Now I’m keeping you here” he interrupted his quote to playfully nibble the guitarist’s earlobe gently, DJ tried to pull away as Axl transferred both of his wrists to just one hand and let the other slide under the sheets to massage the bulge in DJ’s boxers, the guitarist moaned shamelessly pushing his hips upwards, Axl’s mouth travelled over his neck, alternating between gentle kisses and harsher nips “And I’m enjoying it as well”
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“I thought you’d given up drinking” Nikki stated, Slash raised his head and just shook his head as if trying to clear it
“She left me”
“Oh. Why?” Tommy asked, sympathy in his features as he sat next to Slash on the sofa, the guitarist just sighed sadly and stood,
“It’s alright, I’ll go, I don’t want to face Duff like this and you guys were the first I thought of” Tommy glanced at Nikki who frowned and put a hand on Slash’s shoulder
“Look I’ll take you home, you’re drunk, and we’ll talk on the way yeh?” Slash nodded and headed for the door as Nikki hung back to pull a pair of trainers on.
A slight moan left Slash as he leant against the doorframe, waiting for Nikki. A car pulled up and Axl’s sweetheart got out, the guitarist lurched forward as a surge of uncontrollable anger rose within him, “You” he growled, reaching his replacement and grabbing hold of his t-shirt, DJ immediately tried to jerk away, hands coming up to try and defend himself, the elder just slammed him up against his car,
“Get the fuck off me, you fucking drunk!” he snapped trying to pull Slash’s hands loose, Slash removed one of his hands to slap the younger man roughly, a twisted kind of joy swelled within Slash at the satisfying crack and DJ’s head snapped to the side, his eyes wide with surprise and pain, “What the fuck is wrong with you? I haven’t done anything to you, I don’t know who you think I am but…” another blow, this time he didn’t bother with an open palm, blood started to trickle from his nose
“Don’t fucking patronise me kid. I know exactly who you are” he hissed, slamming him against the car door again, DJ swallowed a groan and looked up to meet Slash’s icy yet blazing brown eyes, blazing with fury, and… envy?
“What the fuck does he see in you? You’re fucking tiny, no muscle, nothing, you were practically a nobody before Nikki picked you up. What does he see in you?” he shook the other roughly, a disgusted tone accompanying his words “Huh? Fucking answer me!” A second slap, on the other side this time, well it’s better to match after all.
“What does it fucking matter to you? You left for your wife, you made it clear you didn’t want him” Slash released the other as he doubled over; clutching his stomach, a grunt of pain had left him at Slash’s punch. The elder crouched down and grabbed his hair, pulling him up slightly; DJ stifled a squeak as his arm dragged along the gravel shaving the skin off messily
“I didn’t ask for backchat, I said what. Does. He. See. In. You?” the elder snarled, DJ glared at him; refusing to answer. This earned a backhand. When Slash glanced at his knuckles they were shining with blood, DJ met his eyes again at a painfully insistent tug on his hair; blood was painting his lips a crimson red as he muttered
“I don’t know”
“What was that?”
“I don’t know!” he repeated loudly “I don’t know what Axl sees” he said softly, resolution draining from his eyes as Slash released him and stood up
“You’re not worthy of him” he told the younger, a sneer on his mouth as he landed a kick to DJ’s ribs, he yelped and tried to move away before Slash’s converse pushed his chest to the ground and remained there as its owner leant over him “He doesn’t belong to you, Axl’s mine. Whether he likes it or not, he belongs to me. And I don’t like sharing”
DJ tried to get away, Slash pressed his foot down further, fear was in his eyes as he looked up but determination was in his voice as he answered “Good ‘cause I’m not sharing him.”
Slash stared at him, mouth open in shock at DJ’s audacity then he laughed, a cold, chilling straight to the core kind of laugh, the type psychopaths could be proud of. “You’ve got guts kid, I’ll give you that” he looked down at the younger, a strangely warmish look in his eyes however it faded quickly “But that doesn’t mean a thing, at this moment in time you have screwed my life up and I don’t let people screw me over. Watch your fucking back.” With the final threat delivered Slash got off the other guitarist and walked over to the gate just as Nikki came through the front door.
“Whoa, what the fuck? Dje, you ok man?”
“I’ll be fine” DJ muttered pulling himself into a standing position on shaky legs and trying to stem the now steady flow of blood from his nose and lip,
“Tommy! Tommy c’mere!” the drummer stuck his head out the door curiously
“What?” he asked, loping over to his partner, Nikki glanced to him then murmured
“Sort DJ out, I’m taking Slash home” the drummer looked over to DJ curiously, not having of noticed anything before, a gasp left his mouth before he ran over to him and ran his thumb over his nose gently.
“What the fuck happened?” he gasped, pulling the younger into the house, DJ laughed shakily
“Guess Slash wasn’t too happy to find out that me and Ax are together” he offered in explanation as Tommy returned to his side and started to wipe the blood off his face
“Oh. Fuck, he was pretty upset when he turned up here, said his wife had left him” DJ winced and jerked his face away “Sorry” a few beats of silence reigned before Tommy added “Don’t let it worry you, Slash’s just a bit jealous ‘cause Axl told the world about you and he never did that for Slash. He’ll get over it” DJ hummed in agreement, holding the offered tissue to his nose “How are things with you and Axl anyway?” a smile spread the guitarist’s sore mouth before he said softly
“He’s amazing Tommy” Tommy grinned back at him before his face changed to a grimace as he noticed DJ’s arm,
“What made this?”
“Your gravel”
“He really did a fucking number on you, do you wanna stay tonight? Axl’ll go mad when he sees this” DJ shook his head as the drummer applied an antiseptic cream before cutting up some gauze and plaster backing “Ok but don’t say I didn’t warn you”
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“Have you guys done anything yet?” DJ glanced up from the magazine he’d been idly flicking through as they waited for Nikki to return, Tommy had just spent the last 45 minutes playing with his phone
“Done anything like what?” he asked warily, Tommy looked over to him lazily and grinned, DJ felt some of his cautiousness melt away as he found himself smiling back
“Like sex, have you had sex yet?” he clarified and laughed silently as DJ flushed scarlet and shook his head “Why not?”
“W…we’ve done other stuff, I… does it hurt?” DJ stuttered, staring resolutely at his hands but unable to resist stealing glances at the other as Tommy relaxed and stretched out against the sofa cushions before poking the other with his socked foot repeatedly until DJ looked up and stayed looking
“Yeh, quite a bit if you don’t do it right” DJ’s face paled “But, and you gotta remember this, it’ll be the best form of sex you’ll ever experience, it’s amazing DJ it brings you so much closer together, you know, you feel so connected to that person at that moment in time that nothing else matters. You just gotta take it slow, you can’t rush things” he paused, mulling over the next thing to say before slowly saying “Maybe if you’ve never done anything with a guy, other than the stuff you’ve done with Axl, and I don’t mean kissing or any of that nice shit, I mean, you know preparing for sex with a guy.” He paused as DJ mumbled a negative “Ok, well maybe you should build up to it so it’s not all at once, get him to… stretch you out or something next time you do anything” DJ nodded slowly and muttered a hurried thanks as they heard the front door open and close and Nikki calling Tommy’s name.
“Well, I could get used to that” he remarked stretching lazily, the singer laughed; there was a whole new side to his demeanour, one that was carefree, slightly childish, relaxed and most importantly happy beyond belief.
“Do you have to go to Sixx today?” DJ smiled at the pouting tone but nodded,
“Unfortunately yes and to quote you, you’re hardly keeping me here Ax” a smirk jumped onto the singer’s face as his long fingers enclosed around DJ’s wrists tightly, he leaned in and kissed his neck before murmuring
“Now I’m keeping you here” he interrupted his quote to playfully nibble the guitarist’s earlobe gently, DJ tried to pull away as Axl transferred both of his wrists to just one hand and let the other slide under the sheets to massage the bulge in DJ’s boxers, the guitarist moaned shamelessly pushing his hips upwards, Axl’s mouth travelled over his neck, alternating between gentle kisses and harsher nips “And I’m enjoying it as well”
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“I thought you’d given up drinking” Nikki stated, Slash raised his head and just shook his head as if trying to clear it
“She left me”
“Oh. Why?” Tommy asked, sympathy in his features as he sat next to Slash on the sofa, the guitarist just sighed sadly and stood,
“It’s alright, I’ll go, I don’t want to face Duff like this and you guys were the first I thought of” Tommy glanced at Nikki who frowned and put a hand on Slash’s shoulder
“Look I’ll take you home, you’re drunk, and we’ll talk on the way yeh?” Slash nodded and headed for the door as Nikki hung back to pull a pair of trainers on.
A slight moan left Slash as he leant against the doorframe, waiting for Nikki. A car pulled up and Axl’s sweetheart got out, the guitarist lurched forward as a surge of uncontrollable anger rose within him, “You” he growled, reaching his replacement and grabbing hold of his t-shirt, DJ immediately tried to jerk away, hands coming up to try and defend himself, the elder just slammed him up against his car,
“Get the fuck off me, you fucking drunk!” he snapped trying to pull Slash’s hands loose, Slash removed one of his hands to slap the younger man roughly, a twisted kind of joy swelled within Slash at the satisfying crack and DJ’s head snapped to the side, his eyes wide with surprise and pain, “What the fuck is wrong with you? I haven’t done anything to you, I don’t know who you think I am but…” another blow, this time he didn’t bother with an open palm, blood started to trickle from his nose
“Don’t fucking patronise me kid. I know exactly who you are” he hissed, slamming him against the car door again, DJ swallowed a groan and looked up to meet Slash’s icy yet blazing brown eyes, blazing with fury, and… envy?
“What the fuck does he see in you? You’re fucking tiny, no muscle, nothing, you were practically a nobody before Nikki picked you up. What does he see in you?” he shook the other roughly, a disgusted tone accompanying his words “Huh? Fucking answer me!” A second slap, on the other side this time, well it’s better to match after all.
“What does it fucking matter to you? You left for your wife, you made it clear you didn’t want him” Slash released the other as he doubled over; clutching his stomach, a grunt of pain had left him at Slash’s punch. The elder crouched down and grabbed his hair, pulling him up slightly; DJ stifled a squeak as his arm dragged along the gravel shaving the skin off messily
“I didn’t ask for backchat, I said what. Does. He. See. In. You?” the elder snarled, DJ glared at him; refusing to answer. This earned a backhand. When Slash glanced at his knuckles they were shining with blood, DJ met his eyes again at a painfully insistent tug on his hair; blood was painting his lips a crimson red as he muttered
“I don’t know”
“What was that?”
“I don’t know!” he repeated loudly “I don’t know what Axl sees” he said softly, resolution draining from his eyes as Slash released him and stood up
“You’re not worthy of him” he told the younger, a sneer on his mouth as he landed a kick to DJ’s ribs, he yelped and tried to move away before Slash’s converse pushed his chest to the ground and remained there as its owner leant over him “He doesn’t belong to you, Axl’s mine. Whether he likes it or not, he belongs to me. And I don’t like sharing”
DJ tried to get away, Slash pressed his foot down further, fear was in his eyes as he looked up but determination was in his voice as he answered “Good ‘cause I’m not sharing him.”
Slash stared at him, mouth open in shock at DJ’s audacity then he laughed, a cold, chilling straight to the core kind of laugh, the type psychopaths could be proud of. “You’ve got guts kid, I’ll give you that” he looked down at the younger, a strangely warmish look in his eyes however it faded quickly “But that doesn’t mean a thing, at this moment in time you have screwed my life up and I don’t let people screw me over. Watch your fucking back.” With the final threat delivered Slash got off the other guitarist and walked over to the gate just as Nikki came through the front door.
“Whoa, what the fuck? Dje, you ok man?”
“I’ll be fine” DJ muttered pulling himself into a standing position on shaky legs and trying to stem the now steady flow of blood from his nose and lip,
“Tommy! Tommy c’mere!” the drummer stuck his head out the door curiously
“What?” he asked, loping over to his partner, Nikki glanced to him then murmured
“Sort DJ out, I’m taking Slash home” the drummer looked over to DJ curiously, not having of noticed anything before, a gasp left his mouth before he ran over to him and ran his thumb over his nose gently.
“What the fuck happened?” he gasped, pulling the younger into the house, DJ laughed shakily
“Guess Slash wasn’t too happy to find out that me and Ax are together” he offered in explanation as Tommy returned to his side and started to wipe the blood off his face
“Oh. Fuck, he was pretty upset when he turned up here, said his wife had left him” DJ winced and jerked his face away “Sorry” a few beats of silence reigned before Tommy added “Don’t let it worry you, Slash’s just a bit jealous ‘cause Axl told the world about you and he never did that for Slash. He’ll get over it” DJ hummed in agreement, holding the offered tissue to his nose “How are things with you and Axl anyway?” a smile spread the guitarist’s sore mouth before he said softly
“He’s amazing Tommy” Tommy grinned back at him before his face changed to a grimace as he noticed DJ’s arm,
“What made this?”
“Your gravel”
“He really did a fucking number on you, do you wanna stay tonight? Axl’ll go mad when he sees this” DJ shook his head as the drummer applied an antiseptic cream before cutting up some gauze and plaster backing “Ok but don’t say I didn’t warn you”
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“Have you guys done anything yet?” DJ glanced up from the magazine he’d been idly flicking through as they waited for Nikki to return, Tommy had just spent the last 45 minutes playing with his phone
“Done anything like what?” he asked warily, Tommy looked over to him lazily and grinned, DJ felt some of his cautiousness melt away as he found himself smiling back
“Like sex, have you had sex yet?” he clarified and laughed silently as DJ flushed scarlet and shook his head “Why not?”
“W…we’ve done other stuff, I… does it hurt?” DJ stuttered, staring resolutely at his hands but unable to resist stealing glances at the other as Tommy relaxed and stretched out against the sofa cushions before poking the other with his socked foot repeatedly until DJ looked up and stayed looking
“Yeh, quite a bit if you don’t do it right” DJ’s face paled “But, and you gotta remember this, it’ll be the best form of sex you’ll ever experience, it’s amazing DJ it brings you so much closer together, you know, you feel so connected to that person at that moment in time that nothing else matters. You just gotta take it slow, you can’t rush things” he paused, mulling over the next thing to say before slowly saying “Maybe if you’ve never done anything with a guy, other than the stuff you’ve done with Axl, and I don’t mean kissing or any of that nice shit, I mean, you know preparing for sex with a guy.” He paused as DJ mumbled a negative “Ok, well maybe you should build up to it so it’s not all at once, get him to… stretch you out or something next time you do anything” DJ nodded slowly and muttered a hurried thanks as they heard the front door open and close and Nikki calling Tommy’s name.
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