He kissed Slash's forehead, smiling when the guitarist hummed in his sleep. His fingers threaded through Slash's hair,”Merry Christmas, baby."
The hungry lips met in an intoxicating kiss, the taller man pushing the young drummer deeper into the brick, moist wall of the dirty alley way. The roughness of the bricks dug into Steven's back but the pain was soon gone when soft fingers grasped his chin and forced their lips to meet into another passionate embrace. Rough but warm fingers tangled in his hair, pulling at it so that the brunette could get a better angle. The fingers started rubbing small circles on his scalp, soothing the sore spot that Izzy had pulled his hair. The drummer hummed low in his throat, his hands resting on Izzy's hips, pulling at his t-shirt to try and get any closer.
Izzy's tongue slithered along the shape of his lips, before his teeth grasped Steven's bottom lip. He began pulling at it before he started sucking on it until the flesh was bruised. Steven dug his nails into the warm flesh of Izzy's hips until he could feel warm liquid run down his fingers. His eyes looked downwards and red was making a pool at the floor beside them. He could hear Izzy whimpering softly before it turned into a loud moan. Not a painful moan but a pleasurable one. The bastard was enjoying it. Steven smirked and gave a low chuckle, taunting Izzy.
The guitarist looked down at the drummer and grinned at him. His fingers running along Steven's bruised lips, licking his own pair when Steven opened his mouth and licked a wet path down Izzy's long finger Steven moaned around the finger, the vibrations were causing Izzy to almost faint. Izzy gasped as Steven nibbled and sucked on his finger, urging Izzy to take action.
“Your evil.” Izzy whispered, his fingers grasping Steven's belt harshly, undoing the leather strap, needing to feel some skin. He quickly got rid of the buttons and laces of Steven's leather pants before his hands met his prize. Steven moaned loudly when Izzy started pumping him, giving Steven intense and much needed pleasure.
Their tour had just ended and Steven had avoided Izzy as much as he could. They needed to be apart because their was already so much drama about Slash and Axl and Steven didn't want to add to that. Izzy was not happy about it, he had tried to seduce Steven, to make the drummer jealous, but it didn't work. Steven seemed unaffected buy his lover's attempts.
Izzy rested his forehead against Steven's, the fluffy blonde hair tickling his cheeks. Izzy chuckled as Steven thrust against his hand, begging him to go faster so that they could go back to the hotel. They rocked against each other, tongues battling in a fierce fight. Izzy could feel that Steven was close so he sped up his movements and the second he felt Steven come, he pressed their lips together to silence his loud moans. Steven wrapped his arms around Izzy's neck, nails scratching the guitarists' neck. The brunette cried out in pain pleasure. Izzy tangled their tongues as he fixed up the drummers' trousers properly.
”I missed you, Stevie. You don't know how much you've tortured me.” Izzy said to his lover, cupping Steven's face in his hands, giving him a tender kiss before he dropped his head to Steven's shoulder, breathing harshly. Izzy's arms wrapped around him, wishing that they could become one. Steven's fingers threaded through Izzy's hair, calming the guitarist down. Izzy whispered random stuff into his ear, telling Steven how much he missed him. After a few minutes, after they calmed down, Steven grabbed Izzy's hand and led him on the path back to their hotel.
Slash belonged to Axl. If they were apart or together that was how Axl saw it. He had made his mark on the guitarist and there was no way that anyone else was ever going to make their mark anywhere on Slash. Yes, Axl hurt Slash but he was working on it, seeing Slash's face hurt makes Axl hurt too. Slash was so forgiving and so gentle, it made Axl wonder why this loving, caring man was with him. Why did Slash love him after all that Axl had put him through?
Slash brought out the gentle side to Axl, he drew it out of the redhead. He taught Axl how to be calm and have patience when things didn't go his way. If Axl was on a rampage, ready to kill someone, one look from Slash's calm face caused Axl to calm down and forget what he was pissed about. It seemed cheesy but it was true.
He didn't deserve Slash's love. But he needed it, he needed Slash to love him. Axl Rose craved someone to love him for who he was, not for who he could be. He didn't want someone to change him or use him for something.
Axl was kicked out of his thoughts when the caramel body beside him moved, unknowingly throwing an arm around Axl's waist. A nose was rubbing against his neck and Slash mumbled random words into his ear. The singer couldn't help but chuckle silently at Slash's sleeping state.
Slash never used his own pillow. When they went to bed he would stay on his own side but during the night, his pillow would get thrown to the floor and Axl would be used as Slash's pillow. The guitarist's legs were tangled with Axl's, his face hidden in Axl's neck and arms tightened around his waist. Slash mumbled in his sleep, Axl had listened closely but he could never make out the words, it was impossible. Slash had always denied it but Axl had insisted.
It was adorable.
Axl looked over at their alarm clock and smiled softly. He quickly but quietly tip-toed out of the bed, smirking when Slash made a sleepy noise of protest and whimpered his name but wrapped his arms around Axl's pillow. Axl opened the door and stepped out, closing it softly behind him and he quickly walked to Duff's room and walked in.
Duff was sitting on his bed, just finishing wrapping the present that Axl had spend a week and half looking for. He had searched for it in every store possible and he could never find the right style that would suit Slash. Duff looked up at Axl and smiled at him before he handed over the neatly wrapped present.
“I don't know why you had to wake me up and demand this but it's Slash so i'll let this one slide.”
Axl grinned and accepted the gift,” I can't wrap. Do you think he'll like it?”The bass player threw the paper down to the side of the bed and lay against his pillows.
“I think he'll love it. But I’m serious, it's going to be a new year soon, and if you hurt him, I’ll kill you myself.”
Axl nodded and thanked him again. Duff waved him off and got under the covers again, falling asleep instantly. He quickly left Duff's bedroom and ran over to his, opening the door quietly again. He placed the present on Slash's bedside table and crawled in his spot of the bed. Slash somehow recognized that Axl was back and took his rightful place again. Axl looked over at the clock again, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.
He kissed Slash's forehead, smiling when the guitarist hummed in his sleep. His fingers threaded through Slash's hair. Slash curled his body back around Axl's, his legs pinning Axl next to him. ”Merry Christmas, baby.” Axl whispered into his ear before he fell asleep himself.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. What do you think the present is?
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