"Can we not let this ruin us? ...Please?"
“Hey Sweetheart” DJ smiled, thankful the playful mood from earlier had remained, he straightened up and heard the gasp as Axl noticed his injuries “D, what the fuck happened to you?”
“Now don’t shout or lose it or anything ok?” Axl nodded warily, DJ automatically bit his lip before squeaking as his teeth opened the wound again, blood started to dribble over his chin as Axl hurried forward to pull him through the house to the kitchen.
“What happened?” He questioned determinedly as he placed a damp clean cloth to his boyfriend’s face, DJ mumbled an answer whilst avoiding Axl’s eyes “I didn’t understand that”
“It was Slash” he repeated slightly louder, pointedly staring at the floor as the singer froze, eyes blinking rapidly behind his glasses before he asked weakly
“It was Slash, he was drunk, Tommy said his wife’s left him and that he was jealous of us ‘cause you told people about us whereas you didn’t with him an…” Axl pressed his hand against DJ’s mouth gently as he could, indicating clearly that he should shut up.
“He’s jealous of us so he decided to beat you up?” the singer said slowly, DJ watched him anxiously before saying quickly
“He’d been drinking, quite a lot by the smell” fury was starting to show as he snapped
“Don’t… Don’t you dare make excuses for him” the guitarist fell silent immediately. Axl turned away and closed his eyes, breathing deeply and trying to calm himself before asking “What did he do?”
“Axl, I’m o…”
“Just fucking answer me DJ!” DJ looked away and explained quietly, Axl listened in silence, fingers biting into his arms as he held himself to stop from hitting something. Silence settled as DJ stopped talking, Axl swallowed and ordered as calmly as he could “Lift your shirt” the younger opened his mouth to protest but closed it as Axl shot him a look.
His hands were shaking as they grasped the hem of his top and pulled it off, Axl stepped forward and ran his fingers over DJ’s torso firmly, the younger hissed and stepped backwards into the kitchen counter “That fucking hurts” he snapped as Axl’s hand enclosed around his wrist and dragged him back, other hand going straight to his ribs to feel around. Once satisfied he let go and allowed DJ to pull his shirt back on, DJ was glaring at him. Axl sighed, anger more controlled now but still boiling, bubbling under the surface threatening to spill over
“I’m sorry D; just… just don’t fucking argue with me right now, I’m about a minute away from going to find Slash and beat the living hell outta him.” DJ remained silent, expression still mutinous “I had to make sure nothing was broken, I can see that Tommy has patched you up but, Tommy doesn’t know what Slash is capable of. I do”
“That doesn’t change anything Ax; you’re making a big deal out of nothing”
“This is not nothing!”
“Yes it is! It’s not that important, I’m not in hospital! All that’s happened is I’ve got a few bruises and I’m slightly sore. He’s a jealous ex, and to be honest I can see why, the two of you meant a lot to one another, anyone can see that!” DJ paused; Axl didn’t speak, leaning against the opposite wall with a scowl. The two watched one another, each daring the other to break eye contact first, eventually DJ sighed and looked away “Look can we just not let this ruin us? …Please?” the singer’s eyes softened and he stepped forward, placing his arms gently around the younger
“This isn’t gonna ruin us” he assured him smoothing a hand over his back, DJ sighed softly and laid his head on the singer’s chest, trying to shake off the uneasiness that had unexpectedly began to cloud their future as Axl murmured “I love you”