The guitarist gasped, instantly remembering the voice. The body behind him, pressed his lower body against his, moving his body along to the sound from Slash's guitar.
That was the only thought that had been racing through Slash's mind for the past 3 weeks. He had been lusting after his singer since their concert in Tokyo when Axl was dancing to their song 'Mr Brownstone'. The way his hips moved, the way he got lost in the song made Slash's mouth water, and the shorts that Axl was wearing weren't helping either. He had to hide behind his guitar for the rest of the night.
Axl had to now how gorgeous he was, when he laughed or when he licked the sweat off of his lips when he finished singing a song, the smile he gave his band mates when they finished a great concert. Slash bit his lip as he looked at Axl dance on the stage, patting Duff on she shoulder as he danced by him.
“I think about you....Honey all the time my heart says yes.....I think about you.....Deep inside I love you best..”
The lights dimmed and Axl finished his chorus, winking as Slash before he bust out into his solo, closing his eyes as the vibrations of his guitar controlled him, lit a fire inside of his body. He tipped his head back, hips moving to the music as his fingers spoke for him, smiling when he faintly heard people screaming in the crowd.
A few seconds later, Slash felt a body press up behind him, felt someone panting into his hair as they tried to catch their breath. Slash moaned lightly, trying to concentrate on his solo but fingers ran over his sweating back, running up and down his spine, sending tingles all over his body. He screwed his eyes shut, pressing back against the body that was controlling his mind when he should be thinking about what he was doing.
Then he felt lips press against his ear, licking the sensitive bit behind his ear,”Slash,” The guitarist gasped, instantly remembering the voice. The body behind him, pressed his lower body against his, moving his body along to the sound from Slash's guitar.
The brunette moved closer to Axl's crotch, grinding back into him,being careful not to fuck up his solo. Axl pressed his forehead at the back of Slash's head, breathing in the scent of his hair,”Slash,”The singer whispered again, his arms locking around his waist, resting his head on his shoulder. Halfway through his solo, Slash turned his head so that he could whisper back to Axl,”What are you doing?” He breathed, trying not to moan as Axl continued to rock against him.
“You. Hopefully.” The singer purred into Slash's ear. Axl smirked as he felt Slash's body shake, and carefully, making sure that no-one could see him, Axl leaned closer to the guitarist, kissing his neck before he moved away. Slash whimpered, looking over to Axl as he sung the rest of the song.
When they got to the hotel, Slash slammed the door to his room and collapsed on his bed, completely drained from the concert. A few minutes later his door was opened and forced shut. Opening his eyes, Slash looked up and saw red hair and green eyes looking down at him.“Yes?” Slash asked, a little muffled by the covers.
“C'mere” The singer crooked his finger, and motioned Slash to come sit in front of him with a small smile. Slash obeyed, sitting in front of Axl and the redhead, sat next to him on the bed. Axl leaned close to him, his hand resting itself on Slash's thigh, causing Slash's breathing to hitch.
Slash looked at him and into his eyes, noticing that it seemed like Axl was trying to make some sort of decision.
Suddenly he was pinned underneath the singer and his lips were pressed against Slash's. But before Slash could kiss him back, Axl was attacking his neck, licking and biting on the sensitive spot behind his ear,”I've seen you, Slash. I know you want me,” Axl whispered, moving against Slash, allowing the other man's hands to explore his body.
Slash's hands roamed Axl's body, deciding that if he only got one chance of this, he was going to do it right. Axl smirked as Slash groaned every time he ground against him,”Am I right,Slash? Do you want me?” Axl huskily breathed into Slash's ear.
Slash looked up at him, his eyes half closed and biting his lip before he nodded,”Yes,Axl. I do.”Slash mumbled and was met with another kiss and a hand down his leather trousers.
Slash gasped, his memory that he was re-living being snapped away by the loud voice in his ear. Slash looked at who the intruder was, green eyes caught his as he turned around, his fingers stroking over the chords,”What?” Axl leaned closer to him so that he could whisper in his ear.
“Are you OK, you haven't moved for the past 20 minutes.”The vibrations of Axl's deep voice almost caused Slash to moan but he forced himself to keep still. The feel of Axl's sweating body pressed next to his one, was enough to satisfy Slash until his dreams for that night.
“I-I'm fine, Axl. Just focusing on this. Why?” Slash responded, supporting Axl as the redhead leant his body on his to rest for a few seconds. “You normally move around in your solos, I enjoy when you dance, gives me tingles inside,”The singer moaned against Slash,”You remember don't you,Saul?”
Eyes rolling to the back of his head, Slash's mind flashed back to the forbidden moment in the hotel room, Axl giving him more pleasure than any other women could, Axl's words marking themselves in his mind forever.
“Don't you remember,Slash?” Axl repeated, feet tapping to the beat,”If you need to reminisce, I'm happy to oblige.” Hand ran down his sweating back, and they rested on his leather-clad ass.
“Of course, I remember,Axl. How could I forget?” Slash groaned, leaning his body into Axl's hands as he played his guitar at the same time,”I know you do,baby.”Then he felt a soft kiss at the side of his mouth before Axl danced off, singing the start of the next song.
A half an hour later they closed the show on Sweet Child and quickly left the stage, Slash followed the band. His eyes travelled to Axl, who was chatting up a girl that found her way back stage, giving her the same look that Axl gave him that night the precious year.
For a year, Slash had been hoping that Axl would finally realise how much that one night meant to Slash. He didn't know how much he had hurt the brunette, when Slash woke up alone in a hotel room, not knowing what he did wrong.
1 Year Ago – The Morning After
“Damn it,”Slash cursed as he was disturbed from his great dream because of a headboard in Duff's room slamming against the thin wall.. An Axl-filled dream to be exact, he smirked as all the dirty scenes flew through his mind. He didn't like to be interrupted from his dreams.He rolled onto his back, wincing as a pain shot through his whole body from the night before.
But then the pain went instantly as the night before crept into his memory box. Axl kissing him, Axl touching him before wrapping his arms around him as they fell asleep. The whispers that Axl spoke softly into his ear, cooing him into sleep. The guitarist happily smiled, rolling onto his side, ready to come face-to-face with Axl. But his smile soon faded when he was greeted by the empty left side of the king-sized bed.
What the fuck?
Slash sat up, ignoring the pain in his back, and looked around the room. But there was no sign of the redhead, it looked like he had been gone for hours,”Axl?” Slash called out, but there was no answer. He couldn't smell Axl any more so that was a sign that he must have left after they fell asleep. He didn't know why Axl left because the singer was smiling and nuzzling Slash before they fell asleep. Was it all a lie? Was Slash getting the wrong impression?
Slash then slumped against the pillows, hair falling over his eyes. He was so confused, Axl was giving him different signs. All Slash wanted was to be with Axl, not to be messed around. He wiped the tears that were rolling down his cheeks.
He didn't even know where they were so he followed his band, keeping a close eye on Axl who was whispering in the ear of the random bimbo who was wrapped around him, giggling at everything he said. Axl kissed her nose as his hand crept up her shockingly short skirt. Axl gave him a mocking smile before he turned his attention back toward the girl in front of him.
I knew it what too good to be true.
Slash swallowed his emotions and removed himself from the scene. He walked past Axl and his girl, deciding to sit next to Izzy at the back of the bus. He rested his feet on the chair across from him,”Hey,man.” Izzy patted his arm,”You OK?You were stiff as a statue on stage.” He asked, offering a cigarette to the other guitarist which he gladly took.
“I'm just tired, that's all.”
“Well you look shattered. You really need to sleep or you might fall asleep during a show or something.” Slash gave a small laugh and made room for Izzy to leave the seats and go to the small bedroom at the back of the tour bus. He took his own smokes and lighter out of his boots before lighting his own cigarette, leaning back against the comfy seats, looking out the window. Izzy somehow found it peaceful but Slash had never understood that.
He then looked around the bus, somehow restless, Steven was sleeping next to Duff, who was also fast asleep, a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth. His eyes set on the couch that Axl and his girl were on but was met with nothing. The girl was long gone and Axl was nowhere to be seen,”Looking for someone?” A voice purred into his ear and a kiss was pressed to his cheek.
Slash's body froze and the cigarette fell from his fingers to the drink that was on the floor next to the seat. Slash's watched as the flamed tip faded away as the liquid grabbed it, his body didn't move as the lips traveled to his jawline,”Not gonna answer me,Slash?”
He dug his nails into the padding of the chair, trying to keep still. If he didn't answer Axl, maybe he would leave him alone to cry himself to sleep like he had done for the past year. He would not let Axl use him for sex again then leave him when he fell asleep, with that hope that he held onto. He didn't know that he could survive it again.
A hand stroked his thigh, brushing the leather softly,”Please talk to me,Slash. I need you to talk to me.”Moaning into his ear, Axl's teeth pressed down on lobe, all while his fingers played with Slash's hair,”I don't want her,Slash, I want you. Don't you know that already?”
Wiping the hair out of his guitarists face, Axl leaned over and pressed a quick kiss on Slash's mouth. Slash blinked, his body heating up when another kiss was planted on him. Slash couldn't resist, he kissed the singer back, putting all of his anger and hurt into the kiss.
“I hate you.”Slash mumbled into the kiss, his mouth opening to accept Axl's tongue that was running along his lips.
“No you don't.” Axl insisted, moving his body so that he was sitting on Slash's lap, his crotch rubbing against Slash's. His hands found themselves under Slash's t-shirt, and their lips met again.