"The kiss instantly became rougher and passionate when their tongues met. Teeth tugged on his lower lip and he heard Axl's growl that came with it and he almost giggled." Read,Rate&Review!!
The singers' voice screeched through Slash's apartment and he groaned something unreadable on the couch, opening one eye. He knew it was Axl because even though he was a fantastic singer, he had the loudest angriest voice Slash had ever heard,”What? What's wrong?” Slash mumbled, sitting up and leaning against the arm of the couch with his back.
Axl towered over his body as he looked down to Slash. His green eyes were almost black with anger and his fists were curled at his side. He had never seen the redhead so angry before. Axl tapped at Slash's legs sprawled out on the couch with his hand and the guitarist moved his legs, sitting up properly.
“I'm sick to death with that bitch. She's always whining and wont give me any piece. Every time I step in that fucking door after a concert or spending all day writing, she's at it again. Accusing me of messing around on her, I don't have the fucking time, Slash!” He growled and ran a hand through his long, red mane before accepting a lit cigarette from Slash.
Slash nodded as he took a drag, understanding the singer's situation. Axl was right, he had no time to cheat on Erin and he would never think of it anyway. Axl was too busy writing and making his part of their album and he was also sorting out concerts with their manager. But the fucking bitch didn't deserve Axl. He was too good for her, Axl belonged with Slash. Slash loved him for who he was, not for who he could be.
Also, from what Slash could see, he loved Erin. He wrote a fucking song about her, if that wasn't enough, Slash didn't know what was. Sometimes he wished that Axl wrote it for him. He would appreciate all the words in the song, but Erin wasn't interested. He hated her!
“I get it, man. Maybe she's just concerned, you're away a lot and there is all that girls, what girl wouldn't be worried about that?” Slash gave him a smile and stayed quiet, watching as Axl slowly calmed down. Slash had leant that if Axl was wound up, all he needed to was talk to him and give him some peace. The man had a lot to deal with and he needed his girlfriend to support him.
As long as Axl was happy, Slash was happy. But he could be happier with the guitarist, not some chick that took the beautiful singer for granted.
“I guess but she's with me all the damn time and she can see at first hand what I fucking do! I'm sick of her, I am not spending another second with her today.” Axl returned Slash's smile and tapped his leg. The brunette turned out to be his best friend. He was always backing him up and was helping him out. He calmed him down and they had a lot on common. They were always together and writing songs and Slash was there for him. “You can stay here. I'll take the couch, I can sleep anywhere.” Slash said before he stretched his limbs and yawned.
Axl shook his head,”No it's your place. I'll take the couch,”Slash opened his mouth to protest but Axl smacked his leg again, “It's fine,Slash. Plus, I don't know what you do in your bed anyway.” The singer laughed when Slash playfully glared at him but ended up laughing along with him. Slash nodded and stood up, yawning again.
“If I do them in my bed, it's harder to make them leave.” Axl bubbled with laughter and high-fived Slash. The guitarist would rather have Axl in his bed to stay there forever. He didn't want some random groupie to fuck and leave afterwards. He wanted his fiery redhead. But deep inside, he knew Axl didn't feel the same way.
“You OK,man?” Slash asked him after the laughter died down. Axl stood up and nodded,”I'm fine, Slash. Now get some fucking sleep, we have to go to the recording studio tomorrow and I don't want you to fall asleep again,” Axl told him firmly but with a smile and Slash nodded before walking to his room and shutting the door closed behind him. It didn't take long before Slash fell asleep, his dream of Axl the previous night continuing.
In the living room, Axl couldn't sleep, he was pissed too off at Erin. Who the fuck did she think she was? Accusing of him being too close to Slash, spending too much time with the brunette. They were just close friends, like him and Izzy were. But he had never had thoughts of kissing Izzy, of touching Izzy. But that didn't mean he wanted Slash that way...did he? The singer groaned and he rolled onto his side, the thoughts giving him a headache.
Then about twenty minutes later, he was finished with being tortured and stood up, padding over to Slash's room. He quietly opened the door and let his eyes adjust to the darkness. Thanks to the moonlight shining through the space of the curtains he could see Slash's bed. He could also see Slash and he was on his back, arm tucked under his head. The covers were tangled at his waist, showing his bare chest and Axl couldn't help but lick his lips.
Shutting the door quietly behind him, Axl walked over to the side of the bed, next to Slash. He took in the innocent face of Slash, how content he looked, how peaceful he looked too. His hair was covering the pillow and his chest was rising and falling. Axl wondered what he was so happily dreaming about. He wished he knew what went on in that beautiful head of his, what made him quiver fear and what made his toes curl in excitement.
Axl's softly tapped the guitarist's shoulder and shook him a little bit,”Slash? You awake?” His finger tips brushed the jawline of Slash just as the brunette opened his eyes. Slash rubbed his eyes and sat up against the pillows,”What's wrong,Axe?” Slash whispered.
“I couldn't sleep.” He answered simply and Slash looked at him for a while before moving over on the mattress to make room for him. Axl slid into the warm bed next to Slash, instantly feeling rested for the first time on God knows how long. He lay on his side and looked right at Slash.
“You always take care of me.” He chuckled, resting the side of his head on the pillow, his green eyes searching Slash's. Slash looked right back at him, looking for some emotion, anything for some sort of sign,”Why do you put up with my shit all the time?”
Slash gave him a half smile,”Because your Axl, you take care of all of us when we are high off our asses.” Axl gave him that soft smile again. The smile Slash wished that Axl only gave him, because It made him feel special to Axl. But to the redhead, he'd only be the best friend.
Slash turned onto his back and closed his eyes again, trying to get back into his fake dream world. He was seconds of falling back to sleep when he felt a weight on top of him and soft lips on his own. If he was dreaming, this was a much better dream than the last one. But when he kissed back, he knew it was real. When fingers tangled in his hair, he knew it was real.
He refused to open his eyes, scared that If he did, he would wreck that bubble that they were in. He returned every kiss with the emotion he'd felt for the last few months, the love that he had to keep quiet and squash. He put all the jealousy he had swallowed into it too.
The kiss instantly became rougher and passionate when their tongues met. Teeth tugged on his lower lip and he heard Axl's growl that came with it and he almost giggled. The singer then sucked on his lip, getting rid of any pain that came from his teeth. Axl moved closer to Slash, their kiss deepening and pulled at the curly hair to get a better angle, before caressing the strands, as he practically fucked his mouth.
Slash let out a moan and grabbed Axl, pulling his body lower down onto his, his own fingers curling in his long golden hair before travelling down and grabbing his ass. Axl purred into his mouth, the vibration running like electricity through Slash's body.
“S-Slash,” Axl whimpered against his mouth, trying to say a sentence but Slash hushed him, tongue running along the top of his mouth before curling with his. Axl shivered and held onto the guitarist. Slash rolled them over so that he was on top, finally taking what he wanted for the first time.
Axl gasped as Slash's mouth controlled his, and he allowed it, He felt good, like he was floating. Slash was giving him what he didn't know that he craved, he was lighting a fire inside of him that he never knew existed and fuck, Axl Rose wanted more. His head tipped back, enjoying Slash's wet kisses that travelled down his neck, sucking just below his jawline. He whispered into his ear, causing Axl to let out a shaky breath. His legs locked around Slash's waist, keeping his body pressed against his own.
As Slash welcomed the contact Axl only had one thought; How can something so bad, so sinful, feel so fucking good?