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“That fucking whore! Motherfucking...bitch!”

Slash's head popped up as the front door of the tour bus was slammed shut and an angry redhead stomped in and took his rightful place next to his guitarist. Slash rolled his brown eyes and continued to tune his guitar, his fingers moving along the familiar strong stings. Axl sighed, leaning against the window with his back and he rested his booted feet on Slash's lap. Slash, feeling the new weight on his lap, growled lowly and sat his guitar on the nearest seat before leaning back against the padded chair. He looked over to the stressed redhead who was looking at Slash, secretly begging him to take all the stress and pain away from him.

Slash gave him a soft smile and offered him his half smoked cigarette. Axl returned his smile and happily took it. It was well known that in the band, it was Slash's job to take care of Axl's tantrums, no matter how stupid they were. Even though he hadn't knew the singer longer than Izzy, he was the closed to Axl. He understood how stressed out the other man got, how pissed off he would get when the papers or magazines mocked his anger or made up stupid fights they he hadn't been it. No-one knew how much weight Axl had on his shoulders but he would never let anyone help, he liked things done a certain way.

“What's up?”

Axl put out the smoke on the window side and flicked it on the floor before he looked over at his friend. He shook his head, silently telling Slash that he didn't want to talk but the soft look on Slash's shy face somehow began to calm him down and he breathed slowly before he answered,” Steph, she's pissing me off, going on about how long the tour is. That I don't spend enough time with her. I can't deal with it right now.” Axl's hands shook as he complained but as he kept on spilling his guts to his friend, he began to feel better. Slash always listened to him, always answered his calls in the middle of the night if he couldn't sleep and always helped him out if he needed someone to turn to.

“It'll get better after the tour and all this shit is over. Once you two get home and relax, you'll feel better.” Slash's soothing voice came and Axl instantly felt better. It was weird, his girlfriend, who he loved more than anything never, seemed to calm him down the way Slash did. She never encouraged him the way the other man did. She never made him feel lighter. Stephanie put pressure on him, she pissed him off, pushing his buttons purposely. Slash moved over to sit next to him, still keeping the singers' feet in his lap. He could see that Axl was still a bit tense and all he wanted was to take all his pain away. He worked so hard, without hardly any help from the rest of the Gunners. So he did what he always did when Axl was tense or unhappy, he reached over and wrapped his arms around the smaller man.

Axl gave out like was was a bad ass, never needed anyone or anything, that he could cope with everything. But Slash knew better, Axl was sensitive, protective and would do anything for his band mates. He was the reason that they were at the top and more people needed to know this.Axl returned the embrace, hiding his face in his band mates neck. They tightened their arms around each other,” Thanks, man. I know how, I can be a prick but you don't see how she pushes my fucking buttons. It's like she knows what she's doing.” Axl mumbled into Slash's skin. Slash nodded, his hair tickling the other man's nose. Axl chuckled, smiling again when Slash turned his neck and looked at him with a confused look. Slash, still confused, but Axl's expression made him laugh along.

That's when Axl noticed how good-looking his best friend was. He wondered why he had never seen before. The big brown eyes that looked at him shyly through the long, curtain of black hair. Slash's big full lips and the way he smiled at Axl, the redhead started thinking, what would it be like to kiss the guitarist. He wanted to run his fingers through Slash's hair and feel Slash respond to his kiss. He wanted that, something that he never thought of before. He felt ashamed that he wanted this from another man. But he couldn't help but wonder, what would Slash taste like, what would he feel like. He wanted it and looking at Slash, his eyes were hooded as his gaze settled on Axl's mouth, he wanted it too. Axl leaned forward, licking his lips, he looked at Slash and the guitarist was flushed, his eyes set on the singers lips. Their eyes met and before they knew it, their lips met too.

Slash's hands grasped at Axl's waist, pulling him tight against his chest as their lips moved in sync. Shutting his eyes, he allowed Axl to crawl into his lap, hands wounding around Slash's neck. They continued this, moaning at their new found activity. Axl parted his lips when Slash curled his along his bottom lip, sighing into Slash's mouth when they tongues greeted each other for the first time. Axl pressed closer to Slash when the dark coloured man pulled back from the kiss, smirking when Axl growled in protest, then trailed his lips down from his jawline to his neck. Slash's teeth suck into the soft flash of Axl's neck, all while his hands cupped Axl's ass and he ground against the singer. Axl whimpered, biting his lip to try and silent his moans. Axl's head dropped onto Slash's shoulder, his pleas coming out as short gasps. His finger nails scratched wounds on Slash's neck as his guitarist kept on worshipping his neck, sucking, biting and nibbling every chance he got. They were off in a bubble somewhere, not caring if anyone walked in and caught them. Axl wasn't worrying about where the bus was going, he was just thankful that everyone was either sleeping or with a girl. No-one was nagging him, screaming at him. But this time, he was getting taken care of, Slash's mouth was taking care of him.

He felt hands move to his front, tugging on his belt, needing to break down that barrier. He wanted more of Axl, more of what he craved. He curled his fingers into Axl's pants while his mouth worked back Axl's lips. He seduced his way back into the wet Heaven of Axl's mouth, his tongue sliding in to fuck Axl's one. He wanted the singer, never wanted anything else in his life. He grinned when Axl rode his leg, his face all flushed as he groaned again into Slash's mouth. Axl bucked against him, pleading for more. Axl gasped when a cold hand dived into his pants, grasping his throbbing head and started pleasuring him, something that he desperately needed when Stephanie had refused to spread for him earlier.

Lips pressed against Axl's cheeks and the hand in his pants made him jump,” Like that, baby?” Slash mumbled against his cheek, tongue sliding down his skin back to his bruised lips. Axl nodded wildly, his hair sticking to the sweat on his cheek. Axl thrust into his hand, his nails digging welts into Slash's neck, holding on for dear life,” Axl, tell me...if you don't,” Slash bit on his lower lip, sucking on it,” I’ll stop.” Axl shook his head, begging for him not to, that he needed this,” Use your words.” Slash chuckled. Axl looked down at him, shocked at how fast Slash could change from being so shy to a confident bastard.

“Don't stop!” He growled, crushing their lips back together in an another passionate embrace. Axl pulled at his hair, giving up on the neck. He could feel his climax coming and he whispered against Slash's lips, warming him before he let out a loud moan and collapsed against the brunette. Slash wiped his hand on the chair in front of them, locking his hands around the singer above him. Axl buttoned up his pants, resting his forehead against Slash's after giving him a soft kiss on his nose. “Feel better now?” Slash asked after pressing rough kisses on Axl's lips but before Axl could reply he was interrupted.

“Axl?”

Slash could almost see the light explode in Axl's eyes, and the singer quickly moved off of Slash's lap. They quickly left the bus, leaving Slash. The guitarist let out a low groan and sank deeper into his chair. He knew how obsessed Axl was with Stephanie and all Slass was a cheap fuck on a bus to make him feel better. Slash bit his lip and fixed himself before he went to his bed at the back of the bus.

Axl lay in his bed at the hotel, his girlfriend curled around him in the covers. This should be what he wanted, to be with Stephanie for the rest of his life and have children. But right now, he wanted to be next to Slash, wrapped around Slash and for his guitarist to be inside him. He couldn't get rid of the memory that happened only hours earlier, he wanted Slash's mouth, his hands and his touch. He had never felt something like that before, he needed to feel it again, he craved it. He couldn't forget about it. Beside him, Stephanie moaned and moved to the other side of the bed. Axl rolled his eyes and ran his hands down his face but gasped when he looked at his hands. Slash's dried blood was stuck on his hands, the blood must have came from when he dug his nails onto Slash's neck. Axl closed his eyes and buried his face into his pillow.

“Fuck!”

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