Axl flipped Slash onto his back and rubbed against his leg. “Are you going to tell me what you were gonna say?” SOME PARTS RE-WRITTEN!
Axl's voice sang out just before Slash's guitar solo belted out and Axl felt a shiver run through his body, feeling like Slash was playing him instead of the guitar. Slash was in his zone, Axl could tell. The guitarist didn't care about anything else except his playing when it came to his solo's. Slash was shy, so the guitar spoke for him, he loved his guitar. Slash hid behind his hair and let his emotions run though his fingers and let them free on the strings.
Axl sat on the steps beneath Steven's drums and watched contently as Slash sat on the edge of the stage, legs dangling off the side. His head was tilted back, eyes closed as his fingers practically made love to the guitar. Slash's tongue ran over his bottom lip and Axl bit his bottom one at the same time. As watched his lover, he was wishing that he was the guitar.
Slash was naturally beautiful, inside and outside. He was the most caring person that Axl had ever met, except Izzy. But Izzy couldn't compare to Slash, he'd never thought of Izzy that way. Slash was gentle but rough. He was loving and passionate. Slash knew Axl better than he knew himself.
Slash saw the good in everyone, he forgot about the bad and focused on letting the good out. But Slash embraced the flaws and the good in Axl, he loved all of him. Slash was protective and jealous, but in the good way. Slash was just adorable.
Slash didn't like to sleep on his own side of the bed. He would stay there until he fell asleep then, without knowing it, he would cuddle up to Axl. Axl used to hate it, he would kick Slash off of the bed and storm out. But now, it was a comfort to him. He liked it, he could turn toward Slash and hide himself in his hair, the warm feeling wrapping him up like a comfy blanket.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Axl stood up after he took a quick sip from his water and he grabbed the microphone again.
Where do we go?.
Where do we go now?
Where do we go?
Oh, Oh Oh
Where do we go?
Where do we go?
Oh, Where do we go now?
Where do we go..
...Sweet Child...Where do we go now?
Oh, where do we go now?
Oh...Oh....Where do we go now?
No,no, no, no..Sweet Child...Sweet Child O' Mine
They quickly said their good night's and Axl was the first to leave the stage, luckily for him their hotel was only across the road. He wanted to be the first to get there because he was drained. The security got him there without causing a riot and he checked in before he took the elevator to his and Slash's room.
There was only one bed, so that was good. Last month, they had two single beds and Slash insisted on pulling them together. He pouted and kissed Axl breathless, not that he was complaining, until the singer agreed.
Axl threw his jacket onto the leather chair and switched on the TV before he changed into his shorts and jumped onto the soft bed. He pressed the 'forward' button until he landed on MTV.
“Oh, Aerosmith,” he heard a voice from the door as it shut quietly. His eyes travelled over to the bare chest, sweating body of his guitarist. Slash gave him a smile as he dropped his guitar on top of Axl's jacket. Axl nodded in agreement before Slash stripped to his usual bed wear, his boxers. Slash crawled into the bed, under the black covers, next to Axl.
“Where's the rest of the guys?” Axl asked him, his head resting on the strong shoulder of the person next to him. Slash kissed his head before wrapping his arms around the redheads waist.”Found a group of groupies and they disappeared into the limo with them.” Slash answered, as he watched Joe Perry finish off his solo.
Axl hummed low in his throat when Slash peppered kisses on the side of his jaw. Shivers flowed through his body as the fingers that were giving pleasure to the audience and the guitar, were now on his body.
They travelled up and down his arm, then his back. They were everywhere, marking him. Slash's tongue curled and nipped behind his ear, the weakest spot on the singer's body. Axl's eyes widened and a gasp left his lips, his head tilted up and pressed against Slash's.
Slash instantly responded, hand gripping the back of Axl's head, making sure that he couldn't pull away. They moaned at the same time, Slash flipping him over onto his back, grinding against him, needing him like he needed breath. They hadn't been together for a week and a half. They had barely talked to each other for that long.
Their manager had booked a room for Axl and Izzy. Then booked a different one for Slash and Steven. It was a quick booking because some other band was in the same city and doing a concert later in the week. Slash was going crazy without Axl, he couldn't sleep without him. He was aching without his Axl and he didn't like it. Axl had missed Slash, he missed his arms around him, he missed the words he would whisper in his ear before Axl fell asleep.
Slash pulled back a little and rubbed his cheek against Slash's, his hands playing with the hair below his shoulder, “ I love you, baby.” Slash purred into his ear. Axl moaned at the words and grabbed Slash's face, kissing him again. The singer devoured his mouth, his body wrapping around the caramel-coloured man. “Slash,” Axl mumbled against his lips, sucking on the soft flesh. Slash opened his eyes, gazing into the bright green eyes of his lover.
“Yeah?” Slash responded, his nose rubbing against Axl's. Axl's hands roamed over the sweating body of the guitarist, his fingernails made small marks, over his muscles. Slash's eyes fluttered closed and his arms that were holding his weight almost collapsed as Axl touched his body and at the same time, he was grinding himself against Slash's leg.
Axl licked his lips and smashed them back to Slash's, their tongues fighting together, their need for each other was too much for them to bear. It was like the two best drugs put together, they couldn't stay away from each other for too long. Their bond was too strong and now that they have had a taste of each other, they couldn't stop. “W-What were you saying?” Slash asked him between kisses, but he still responded to the kiss, not ready to give up the fight just yet
“You were saying something.” Slash reminded him, his lips moving down to his long, pale throat. Axl tilted his head back, giving him more access. Slash wasn't making this easy, Axl flipped his thoughts around in his head, trying to find what he was going to say to him.
“Umm,” Axl hummed again and Slash kissed back up to the side of his mouth, his fingers working underneath Axl's waistband of his boxers. Axl flipped Slash onto his back and rubbed against his leg. “Are you going to tell me what you were gonna say?” Slash asked him and Axl sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he mentally prepared himself.
Axl nodded as Slash pulled him close to his body, brown meeting green. Axl chuckled and his fingers caressed Slash's face, over his nose, over his lip before his eyes looked into Slash's again.
He did love the guitarist, more than he loved himself. But he couldn't be with him, Axl wasn't in the right place. He would break Slash, he would slowly kill him from the inside out, like he did to anyone else he dated. Slash was beautiful, he had wide eyes and he was so gentle, but Axl couldn't be with him.
He had to let him go.
“Slash,” Axl started and he let out a breath,mentally preparing himself for what he was about to do,“I love you.”
Slash's eyes filled with tears and his heart stopped.
“....but I can't be with you any more,” Axl whispered out the last part. He looked down at Slash and watched as the flash of hope instantly shut out from his deep, brown eyes. He felt sick, he felt like a piece had been ripped apart from him. Axl moved off of Slash's warm body, feeling cold after his skin was ripped from his.
Slash lay there, frozen as his eyes watched Axl sit on the other side of the bed, putting as much distance between them as possible. Slash couldn't move, thinking that he must've heard something wrong. Why was Axl hurting him?
Slash had played by the rules, he had done everything that Axl had asked. He hadn't pushed the singer, he hadn't asked for anything. Slash had taken the beatings, he had sit and watched as Axl kissed other people right in front of him.
He had taken it all, good and bad. All that he had worked for, all of the trust, had been stripped from him, unexpectedly.
Why was the person he loved, breaking his heart?
Was Axl bored of him? Did Axl feel anything for him?
All of these months, had they had just been a game?
Axl glanced over to Slash and he saw tears making tracks down Slash's face, his body didn't move. He had gone pale and his body was frozen. Axl just wanted to go over and wrap his arms around him. He also wanted to cover his ears, so that he couldn't hear the sobs.
“Axl,”He heard Slash mumble and his head turned towards the curly haired man.,“Yeah?” Axl whispered, his eyes watching as Slash wiped the tears away.
“Is it my fault?” Slash asked, his eyes looking up to Axl's, his vision blurry from his tears. Axl felt his heart break and he turned his whole body to Slash's direction and he kissed him, tasting his tears, Slash groaned quietly as he responded to the kiss.
Pulling away, Axl rested his head on Slash's forehead,” No, it's mine.” He said simply before he got off of the bed and he closed the door behind him after he walked out of the room.
Slash curled up into a ball and tried to fall asleep as he tried to find some idea of getting Axl back, he couldn't survive without him. He needed him and he knew Axl needed him too.
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