Slash closed his eyes and mentally groaned, silently begging God to let it happen again
“Huh?” Axl hummed, snapped out of his thoughts, turning to his girlfriend who was packing their suitcases for the bus. They were finally getting to leave this damn country, and he was going to be cured. He was finally going to be rid of Slash for a few weeks, not having the guitarist around him was going to be good. Because for some reason, Axl was sure that Slash was surrounding him by the minute, even though he had done his part of staying away. But Axl still couldn't forget, it haunted him every night for the past week and a half. He had done his best to ignore Slash, to try and not make it obvious around their friends and Stephanie because if she found out, the whole world would find out too.
That would end Guns forever and there was no way that Axl would allow that to happen. Axl would rather die than be labelled a 'fag' because he wasn't, Axl loved women more than he loved himself. He just had one moment of weakness and he wasn't in the right state of mind. He wasn't going to let that happen. “Are you ready to go?” Stephanie asked. She had to take a separate plane to Paris for a photo shoot and although he did love her, he was happy to finally have some peace for a few days. Nodding, Axl grabbed his bag from her and took her hand, leading her down the stairs and outside.
Her Taxi was already there to take Stephanie to the airport,”I'll see you next week. Have fun, OK?” She nodded before Axl kissed her on the cheek and they said their goodbyes before she got into the car and it took off. Sighing in relief, Axl got into the tour bus and took his seat at the back, propping his feet on top the table in front of him. A few minutes his band mates started coming onto the bus, one-by-one. Duff and Izzy were sharing a massive bad of sweet, fighting over their favourite ones which made him chuckle a little. Then Steven came on with a bad of alcohol and some of his own food, refusing to share with the arguing pair, skipping to the back of the bus, into the small bedroom.
Axl sat silently, watching the fuzzy TV that was attached to the ceiling of the bus, listening to his friends argue and curse at each other. Then he heard two, heavy boots come onto the bus, and then a voice telling the driver that they were ready. Then the boots started coming toward the back of the bus, and then stopped in front of him,”Can I sit here? The guys and really loud and pissing me off at the front?” The voice sighed, clearly not wanting to ask and half scared of the answer. Axl looked up and almost jumped when he realized that it was Slash, looking at the front he could tell how bad it was in the front. He nodded and lifted his feet, motioning for Slash to sit near the window. He didn't want to be around Slash, but why, at the same time did he want to still be close to him? To smell him, hug him and taste him...
The guitarist mumbled a thanks and sideways stepped in between the chair, slumping down on top of the one near the window. Axl nodded and lifted his feet on top of the table again, popping a cigarette into his mouth and quickly lighting it. Slash's eyes glanced over to Axl's hands, watching him play with his fingers behind his thick, curly hair. He couldn't stop thinking of the moment between them that happened over a week ago. To him, it seemed like yesterday when he had the singer writhing on top of him, face flushed and begging for mercy. Slash closed his eyes and mentally groaned, silently begging God to let it happen again. His fingers played with the loose tears of his trousers, picking at them, trying to seem cool and casual but his heart was racing. He flinched when Axl rested his head on his shoulder, surprising the guitarist, because he thought that Axl wouldn't want Slash near his body again.
But Slash thanked the angels again, because Axl felt so damn good. He stayed still, scared to move, scared to make Axl come to reality and push him away again. So for the next few minutes they were silent, listening to the sound of distant bickering and their breathing. Axl's fingers joined Slash's on picking at his trousers, fingers curling around the brunette's. Slash returned the gesture, smiling softly behind his hair. Axl moaned and his node brushed his neck, causing Slash to jump a little. He felt and heard Axl chuckle against his neck and felt a small kiss behind his ear. Axl's hot breath in his ear was making him go crazy.
Then he couldn't take it any more, he turned in his chair and sought out Axl's lips with his own, closing his eyes as his hand came up and cupped the back of Axl's head. The singer instantly responded, fisting Slash's black shirt in his hand to make him come closer, needing any inch of contact he could get, also he was still keeping on high alert, dreading the thought of any of his friends to catch them together. But the way Slash was kissing him, his tongue rubbing along his and stealing his breath, Axl was having a hard time remembering what his friends names were, let alone keeping an eye out. He smirked as Slash's knuckles grazed his cheek, pushing loose strands of hair behind his ear as Axl bit and chewed on his full bottom lip.
The taste of iron filled his mouth and it took a few moments for Axl to realise that it was Slash's blood and the guitarist hissed in pain, pulling away. He looked at Axl and smiled, blood dripping down his chin and onto Axl's leather trousers before he made a sharp move for Axl's neck. He sucked at the singer's neck like it was a melon, breathing in his scent before he licked at it. Axl's hand let go of his t-shirt, moving it down the cotton before he started rubbing his lover through his trousers. Slash's lips parted and he moved away, the pleasure building through his body like heroin.
Slash's lips found his own before the guitarist could moan any louder, sucking Axl's tongue into his mouth all while he ground into Axl's hand. Axl's mouth worked his, giving Slash what he was going to have later when they were alone. Axl fingered his belt, whispering against Slash's mouth. Slash looked around, trying to find somewhere, some place to take Axl. His eyes settled on a small bathroom. Smirking, Slash lifted Axl and pushed him into the small space, making sure that they were never seen. Axl fought, telling him to be quiet. Slash just laughed, his shyness now gone and pushed the singer against the sink, smiling at himself in the mirror behind Axl's head, and leaned down, capturing Axl's lips.
It wasn't a fast and passionate kiss like before but caring and tender, something the singer wasn't used to. Axl growled, pulling at his lovers hair, getting a better angle. Slash's hands grasped Axl's ass, lifting him on top of the bathroom counter, whispering how much he had waited for this. Axl nodded, locking his legs around Slash's hips, rubbing along the guitarist's bare tattooed arms. He needed this, Axl craved this. Stephanie hadn't done it for him since Axl fucked Slash and he had avoided touching his girlfriend. How sick was that? But it felt good, so good. The way Slash touched him, made him feel like a cloud, because he did it so right. The next few moments felt like a blur to Axl. Slash kissing him, Slash fucking him.
Slash telling him that he loved him.
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