“Cool!” Slash said then blushed slightly. “Uh I’ll give you my address you should totally come! Oh uh not co-uh you know come by and jam with us.”
He had been out scouring for a gig, band members; hell he’d even applied for another job. Somehow he managed to get a call back for another waiter position. Lucky me, Duff thought. I have the distinguished privilege of serving appetizers to distinguished patrons for minimum wage. Just what this fucking world needs more fucks to serve the already privileged fucks, dream fucking true, he thought. Shifting further back into the harsh wood, he exhaled around his cigarette.
A random gust of wind rustled his Ramones t-shirt sending his hair flying back from his face. He shielded his eyes from the sparse bits of sand and dust blowing up from the heated pavement. The afternoon sun intertwined with the whirling winds as the gentle caress became more of a vivacious nudge.
Once the wind slowed Duff rose to his feet shaking the sand out of his long hair. He sauntered over to the telephone pole to read the random flyers. Band after band had plastered their advertisements on top of the competition. Frustrated he started ripping the corners of the layers of the band posters. He watched as his homemade confetti drifted away.
“Ow!” He yelped pulling his long leg up. A skateboard had slammed into his ankle. He glared at it watching the skateboard continue to roll away.
“Hey stop my board!” A high-pitched voice yelled. Duff looked up to watch a small lithe blonde blow past him diving on to the runaway board. “Thank god.” The blonde mumbled clutching the board to his chest.
“You do know that stupid thing hit me.” Duff grumbled. The blonde turned eyes slightly wide. Duff bit his lip. He couldn’t tell if the kid was on drugs or genuinely sorry and starting to tear up.
“I’m sorry.” He turned to his skateboard. “Bad skateboard, bad.”
“Whatever.” Duff shrugged flicking his cigarette to the ground. Stretching slightly he walked back to retrieve his things.
“Wow you’re really tall!” The bright blonde exclaimed causing Duff to turn. The blonde’s grin was innocently happy if not partly adorable.
“Um, yeah.” Duff said confused as he stooped to pick up his guitar case.
“You’re tall and you play guitar!” The blonde shrieked. Duff’s eyebrows flew up.
“Uh, yeah, but this is a bass.”
“Cool! Our band needs a bass player.” He pointed to the pole. Duff looked. “See there’s our. Fuck! Where’s our flyer?” He leapt to his feet running around the entire pole. “If it was those damn Pussycats or Poison again I’m going to beat the living shit out of them. Here it is! This one’s ours. You can see the corner of it.” Steven ripped the flyer off almost tarring it in two.
“They were really good posters too! See we got this art student to make these in exchange for some cocaine. Stupid art student couldn’t spell. Ended up writing bass instead of bass. I mean seriously who needs someone who can play a fish?”
“Uh, no that is how you spell bass.” Duff said looking at the cheaply printed flyer. The paper was thinner than tissue paper and the type had faded with the numerous reprints. He smiled slightly as the tarnished off yellow colored paper reminded him of his Sex Pistols album cover.
Duff frowned softly at the other guy. The kid didn’t look like a punk; he probably wasn’t out of high school. He was really more of a glam type. The band had a somewhat cool name though, Road Crew.
“Hey fucker, where the hell did you go?” A curly haired kid on a bike pulled up to the pair. Catching Duff’s eye he slammed on his brakes. Tires screeched streaking the asphalt as a rush of smoke rose from the burnt rubber. His bike skidded onto its side underneath his legs. Stumbling slightly he tried to free his shredded jeans from the horizontal bike. Trying to hide his embarrassment the dark skinned guy tugged harder at the bike chain causing it to rattle even more.
Duff immediately reached a hand out to steady him. The dark skinned boy never met his eye but his smile widened. Duff could almost detect a shy blush underneath the big mop of corkscrew curls. Man, this guy’s really shy, Duff thought. He let him go sensing an odd feeling running through the guy’s body.
“Slash!” The smaller blonde exclaimed before poking Duff’s shoulder. “This guy plays bass! The instrument not the fish like how that stupid art kid spelled it.”
“Steven I told you it’s just spelled the same. People know the difference.” Slash mumbled. He moved forward again but caught himself on the bike tire loosing his balance he fell forward. A strong chest and hands caught him. Slash froze his body rigid as he tucked his chin into his chest looking at the ground.
A strong hand titled his face up. Luscious honeyed hazel eyes met his with a long slightly pouted smile on sweet pink lips. Slash couldn’t breath. Duff smiled friendly.
“Hang on to me.” Duff guided Slash’s hands around his chest. Securing him he gracefully lifted Slash from the confines of his bike. As Slash was nearing freedom his jean leg caught in the chain causing him to fall into Duff’s svelte chest again.
“Uh, sorry.” Slash mumbled barely above a whisper.
“You okay there?” Duff asked worriedly. His hands clasped Slash’s shoulders firmly, eyes running all over Slash’s body for evidence of a cut or bruise. Slash blushed harder.
“Uh, I’m fine. Thanks.” Slash scratched his head, fingers catching in a knot of his hair. Duff nodded. “I’m um, Slash.” He shrugged his shoulders.
“Duff.” He extended his hand as they parted. A soft whimper escaped Slash’s lips. “Nice to meet you.”
“Y-yeah, y-you too.” Slash hid another shy grin as he shook Duff’s hand. Duff noticed the slightest hesitance before Slash dropped his hand quickly.
“Slash, this guy should be in our band.”
“Are you looking for a band?” Slash exclaimed quickly. Duff rocked back on his heels a little shocked at the smaller man’s forcefulness.
“Yeah I am. What kind of music do you play?”
“Rock mostly, you know anything with a lot of attitude.” Slash said quickly.
“Yeah, we’re fucking bad asses!” Steven added.
“I can go for that.” Duff nodded his head.
“Cool!” Slash said, quickly biting his lip. “Uh I’ll give you my address you should totally come! Oh uh not co-uh you know come by and jam with us.” He patted his pockets in search of a pen. Upon finding one he started another search of his white t-shirt. “Um I don’t have a piece of paper. Steven, give me…Steven why did you let our flyer blow away?”
“Well we already have a bass player so why do we need it?” Steven asked cocking his head slightly. Slash groaned as he watched a yellow paper airplane sail off into the distance.
“Here.” Duff extended his bare cream-colored forearm. Slash’s eyes widened slightly confused fighting the excited urge fluttering in his stomach. “I’ll loose the paper anyway. I don’t plan on loosing my arm any time soon, you know.”
Slash grinned his white teeth shining behind his plush lips that sprang up into a happy smile. He clasped Duff’s wrist as hard as he dared which was barely above a feather light touch. The soft tip of the sharpie pen glided over the supple flesh. Slash shook his hair into his face trying desperately to hide his elation at marking someone he was developing a total crush on.
“Cool, thanks man.” Duff grinned after studying his arm. “I’ll swing by your place tomorrow night. Gotta work in the morning.”
“That’s good. I’m not awake until the afternoon anyway.” Steven piped up as Slash looked away. Duff stooped to pick up his guitar case. “Oh and if you know a guy who can sing we need one of those too!”
“Yeah I might know someone.” Duff smiled. Turning he beamed at Slash who shook his head leaning it in every direction. “See ya then.”
“Yeah see ya.”
Once Duff was out of ear shot Steven punched Slash’s arm. “Man, what’s up with all the blushing shit? I mean yeah you’re shy and all, but are you sober or something? You usually charm the pants off anything.”
“He can hear you!” Slash mumbled shooting a worried gaze toward Duff.
“No he can’t. I’m Slash I get nervous around cute guys.” Steven said impersonating Slash. Starring at Duff he cocked his head slightly. “Damn, he’s got a great ass though.”
“Shut up fucker.” Slash pushed the besought Steven onto his butt. He took off on his bike pulling his bike into a wheelie.
“Hey! I think he likes you!” Steven yelled as he scurried onto his skateboard trying to catch up with the curly haired speed demon soaring down the winding streets to the harden city.