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Axl's Decision
2 Reviews"His wish had finally came true after a year of wishing, heartbreak and tears. He finally got the person who made him angry,sad but mostly...happy."
Axl's bedroom door slammed open and the redhead came in, yawning and running a hand through his long hair. He threw his jacket onto the leather seat across from the bed and without changing he crawled into the large, comfy mattress, moving himself under the covers. He mentally thanked God that Duff was somewhere else, it meant he finally got some peace.
He had hardly had more than 4 hours sleep for the last 3 weeks. They had been on tour and were working most of the time. Axl was forced to share with Duff, who was a loud at snoring and he kicked. Even though he was tired, he could never sleep. The bed wasn't right, he couldn't get comfy and no matter how hard he tried to fall asleep, he couldn't. The living, human pillow and duvet he needed was in the other room, sleeping peacefully. Cursing, Axl turned onto his side and closed his eyes.
Half an hour later his eyes were still wide open and he glared at the numbers on his alarm clock. He could tell that everyone else in the house was sleeping and he was pissed off. He was miserable and needed the only person who could lift his mood. He turned onto his other side, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. He pouted, the space that his ex-lover used to make warm was freezing cold.
He didn't feel warm or comforted. He missed the strong arms and the whispers in his ear, he missed the smell of his guitarist. When Slash was peaceful next to Axl in the bed, it calmed the singer, it made him peaceful and sleep too. He missed his touch and the feel of him. He missed Slash.
Twenty minutes later he couldn't stand it any more, he had to get some sleep before the biggest concert of his career happened in a few days. Rolling his eyes, he sat up and got off the bed and quietly made his way out of his door. He found himself in the living room and his eyes searched the doors around the room and he made his way to the room next to his.
His fingers turned the door handle and opened it slowly before stepping in. Closing the door behind him, Axl looked around the familiar room, and soon his green eyes set on Slash's body. He was curled up at the left side of the bed, sheet tangled at his feet and a content smile on his face. He was holding onto a pillow, his face buried on it. Axl felt a smile form on his face and he walked over to the bed. He stood over Slash, forcing himself to not touch him, his fingers itched at his side.
Then after a few more seconds he climbed into the bed next to Slash and the second he lay down, he felt relaxed and comfy for the first time in months. Axl slid his body nearer to Slash's and he lay on his side, just looking at him. He looked innocent, gentle and caring, just like his personality. How could he hurt this man?
Slash was the type of person who would apologize if you were the person who bumped into him on the street. If you did that to Axl, he would break your nose without a second thought then leave you there. They were so totally different but at the same time, drawn to each other like a moth to a flame. Axl was a mess without Slash, and the guitarist couldn't survive without his exploding redhead.
Slash balanced Axl, when he was in one of his 'moods' Slash calmed him down and made him think straight. Slash was that attached to him that Axl was the only thought in his mind, he could only be without him for a certain amount of time. Axl exited Slash, he made him feel useful and the singer wasn't scared to speak for himself and that was why Slash loved him. Axl was fearless and that made Slash fearless too. It was impossible to tear them apart. When they were apart they were miserable and when they were together it calmed them down.
Axl yawned, stretching his arms and legs before he reached down and grabbed the covers, pulling it over the both of them. Slash made a noise and adjusted to the covers just as Axl curled next to him, his eyes shutting. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he felt an arm curling around his waist. He opened one eye and saw that Slash was still in a deep sleep, it was just instinct. Smiling softly, he closed his eyes again, enjoying the safety that Slash was bringing to him. The feel of Slash's skin against his made his body just relax and welcomed the feeling.
Early in the morning, Axl felt fingers in his hair, wiping the long strands out of his face and he hummed happily, snuggling deeper into the pillow and into the hand. Then he felt soft lips on his cheek, running down to his jawline then to his neck. He bit his lip, forcing himself to keep quiet and kept his eyes closed, trying to stay still when fingertips, ran up and down on his stomach, before they rested on his hip.
“Axl...” Slash sang into his ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek again. He knew how to properly wake the singer up, because Axl was not a morning person. Slash was surprised to find Axl next to him during the night. He thought that he was dreaming but when Axl moved and snuggled closer to Slash when the guitarist sat up, he realised that it wasn't a fantasy. The person he loved was next to him in bed and Slash smiled properly for the first time in a long time.
“C'mon Axl, please open your eyes.” He whispered and Axl made a noise of protest, his hand grabbing Slash by the waist and pulled him closer, bringing the cover back ontop of their bodies,”Need sleep. Shhhh.” Axl mumbled against the pillow, fingers stroking Axl's neck. The guitarist chuckled and moved closer to Axl, his eyes roaming over his face.
“What are you doing here, Axl?” He quietly asked the singer. Seconds later he watched as Axl's eyes slowly opened and looked back at him. Axl's hand reached out and his fingers stroked his face. Then his thumb brushed his lower lip, smiling when Slash kissed it. They just looked at each other as Axl's fingers ran over Slash's skin then tangled strands of his black hair around his long finger. Slash lay next to his singer, just inches from each other. The redhead trailed his fingers down Slash's bare chest before his hand, joined Slash's, entwining their fingers.
“I-I couldn't sleep without you any more. I missed you.” Axl finally asked his question and Slash's eyes looked back up again, tears threatening to spill onto his cheeks. Axl missed him? He was great at pretending that he didn't. Slash was happy to hear that he wasn't the only one who was missing someone. He had cried himself to sleep God knows how many times. Something a rockstar or someone his age shouldn't.
Axl happily and accepted the tight hug that Slash gave him, his hands locked around the other man,”I missed you too.” Slash mumbled into his ear, pressing another soft kiss to his cheek. Axl sighed happily and pulled back, resting his forehead against Slash's, their hair covering them like a black and golden curtain mixed together. “I love you.” Slash whispered, half scared and half exited as he waited patiently for Axl's response.
The singer let out a short chuckle before pressing his lips to Slash's, licking up the salty tears on his bottom lip before allowing Slash to enter his tongue into his mouth. They kissed for several minutes, the only sounds were low moaning and soft whispers then Axl pulled back, biting his lip to stop from laughing when Slash groaned in protest. Axl thought for a second then he remembered the conversation with Izzy a few weeks back, and he decided to make a decision. Not for the media, not for his career, but for him. He kissed Slash tenderly,”I...I love you too,Slash.”
Slash smiled when a minute passed and he didn't hear the sad ending to the three words. His wish had finally came true after a year of wishing, heartbreak and tears. He finally got the person who made him angry,sad but mostly...happy.
He had hardly had more than 4 hours sleep for the last 3 weeks. They had been on tour and were working most of the time. Axl was forced to share with Duff, who was a loud at snoring and he kicked. Even though he was tired, he could never sleep. The bed wasn't right, he couldn't get comfy and no matter how hard he tried to fall asleep, he couldn't. The living, human pillow and duvet he needed was in the other room, sleeping peacefully. Cursing, Axl turned onto his side and closed his eyes.
Half an hour later his eyes were still wide open and he glared at the numbers on his alarm clock. He could tell that everyone else in the house was sleeping and he was pissed off. He was miserable and needed the only person who could lift his mood. He turned onto his other side, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. He pouted, the space that his ex-lover used to make warm was freezing cold.
He didn't feel warm or comforted. He missed the strong arms and the whispers in his ear, he missed the smell of his guitarist. When Slash was peaceful next to Axl in the bed, it calmed the singer, it made him peaceful and sleep too. He missed his touch and the feel of him. He missed Slash.
Twenty minutes later he couldn't stand it any more, he had to get some sleep before the biggest concert of his career happened in a few days. Rolling his eyes, he sat up and got off the bed and quietly made his way out of his door. He found himself in the living room and his eyes searched the doors around the room and he made his way to the room next to his.
His fingers turned the door handle and opened it slowly before stepping in. Closing the door behind him, Axl looked around the familiar room, and soon his green eyes set on Slash's body. He was curled up at the left side of the bed, sheet tangled at his feet and a content smile on his face. He was holding onto a pillow, his face buried on it. Axl felt a smile form on his face and he walked over to the bed. He stood over Slash, forcing himself to not touch him, his fingers itched at his side.
Then after a few more seconds he climbed into the bed next to Slash and the second he lay down, he felt relaxed and comfy for the first time in months. Axl slid his body nearer to Slash's and he lay on his side, just looking at him. He looked innocent, gentle and caring, just like his personality. How could he hurt this man?
Slash was the type of person who would apologize if you were the person who bumped into him on the street. If you did that to Axl, he would break your nose without a second thought then leave you there. They were so totally different but at the same time, drawn to each other like a moth to a flame. Axl was a mess without Slash, and the guitarist couldn't survive without his exploding redhead.
Slash balanced Axl, when he was in one of his 'moods' Slash calmed him down and made him think straight. Slash was that attached to him that Axl was the only thought in his mind, he could only be without him for a certain amount of time. Axl exited Slash, he made him feel useful and the singer wasn't scared to speak for himself and that was why Slash loved him. Axl was fearless and that made Slash fearless too. It was impossible to tear them apart. When they were apart they were miserable and when they were together it calmed them down.
Axl yawned, stretching his arms and legs before he reached down and grabbed the covers, pulling it over the both of them. Slash made a noise and adjusted to the covers just as Axl curled next to him, his eyes shutting. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he felt an arm curling around his waist. He opened one eye and saw that Slash was still in a deep sleep, it was just instinct. Smiling softly, he closed his eyes again, enjoying the safety that Slash was bringing to him. The feel of Slash's skin against his made his body just relax and welcomed the feeling.
Early in the morning, Axl felt fingers in his hair, wiping the long strands out of his face and he hummed happily, snuggling deeper into the pillow and into the hand. Then he felt soft lips on his cheek, running down to his jawline then to his neck. He bit his lip, forcing himself to keep quiet and kept his eyes closed, trying to stay still when fingertips, ran up and down on his stomach, before they rested on his hip.
“Axl...” Slash sang into his ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek again. He knew how to properly wake the singer up, because Axl was not a morning person. Slash was surprised to find Axl next to him during the night. He thought that he was dreaming but when Axl moved and snuggled closer to Slash when the guitarist sat up, he realised that it wasn't a fantasy. The person he loved was next to him in bed and Slash smiled properly for the first time in a long time.
“C'mon Axl, please open your eyes.” He whispered and Axl made a noise of protest, his hand grabbing Slash by the waist and pulled him closer, bringing the cover back ontop of their bodies,”Need sleep. Shhhh.” Axl mumbled against the pillow, fingers stroking Axl's neck. The guitarist chuckled and moved closer to Axl, his eyes roaming over his face.
“What are you doing here, Axl?” He quietly asked the singer. Seconds later he watched as Axl's eyes slowly opened and looked back at him. Axl's hand reached out and his fingers stroked his face. Then his thumb brushed his lower lip, smiling when Slash kissed it. They just looked at each other as Axl's fingers ran over Slash's skin then tangled strands of his black hair around his long finger. Slash lay next to his singer, just inches from each other. The redhead trailed his fingers down Slash's bare chest before his hand, joined Slash's, entwining their fingers.
“I-I couldn't sleep without you any more. I missed you.” Axl finally asked his question and Slash's eyes looked back up again, tears threatening to spill onto his cheeks. Axl missed him? He was great at pretending that he didn't. Slash was happy to hear that he wasn't the only one who was missing someone. He had cried himself to sleep God knows how many times. Something a rockstar or someone his age shouldn't.
Axl happily and accepted the tight hug that Slash gave him, his hands locked around the other man,”I missed you too.” Slash mumbled into his ear, pressing another soft kiss to his cheek. Axl sighed happily and pulled back, resting his forehead against Slash's, their hair covering them like a black and golden curtain mixed together. “I love you.” Slash whispered, half scared and half exited as he waited patiently for Axl's response.
The singer let out a short chuckle before pressing his lips to Slash's, licking up the salty tears on his bottom lip before allowing Slash to enter his tongue into his mouth. They kissed for several minutes, the only sounds were low moaning and soft whispers then Axl pulled back, biting his lip to stop from laughing when Slash groaned in protest. Axl thought for a second then he remembered the conversation with Izzy a few weeks back, and he decided to make a decision. Not for the media, not for his career, but for him. He kissed Slash tenderly,”I...I love you too,Slash.”
Slash smiled when a minute passed and he didn't hear the sad ending to the three words. His wish had finally came true after a year of wishing, heartbreak and tears. He finally got the person who made him angry,sad but mostly...happy.
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