Categories > Celebrities > Guns n' Roses > Jigsaw Puzzle
“Fuck, man, you all right?”
“Fine...” he hissed through his teeth, hand still to his face.
“Lemme see, I...” Slash reached out and was quickly rebuffed, the smaller guitarist jerking away. Slash wasn’t in the mood for machismo, and grabbed Izzy’s wrist in one hand, his jaw in the other, forcing him to look at him.
The red weal ran from just under his eye, around the curve of his cheek, down to the corner of his mouth. A fraction of an inch higher and the sharp edge of the wrapped wire would have struck his eye. Izzy just stared at him, stone still and seemingly in shock at his actions. His eyes were wide, rimmed with long, dark lashes. And there was something in those eyes... a small-town light not completely washed out by the big city glare. Not yet. The last little bit of midwestern innocence... Slash found that... extremely attractive.
He ran a thumb across the weal left by the guitar string, mumbling that it wouldn’t scar. He let his thumb wander over Izzy’s cheek, finding it pleasantly soft. Down now, across soft lips, slipping between them. Rubbing back and forth, his nail occasionally clicking against the teeth hidden behind. The thumb of his other hand began to stroke the inside of Izzy’s wrist, feeling the veins and tendon beneath pale skin. His fingers circled the girth of flesh and bone easily, and he allowed the thumb on this hand, too, to explore, moving over the heel of the hand, up to the palm, just slowly rubbing in circles. He felt Izzy’s fingers close over it, holding his thumb in place.
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Izzy looked over at his own hand, wrist held... not so tight now... if he pulled hard he could easily wrench free... Why didn’t he want to? Why was... why was he letting this guy touch him like this... When Slash lowered the hand at his face to lay his guitar to one side, he found he missed the comforting touch against his stinging cheek. Fucking string... how hard did it hit him?
Slash’s hand returned to touching his face, now moving down his jaw, down his neck, fingers splayed across his throat. They traveled down to his collarbones, rubbing back and forth. Izzy could feel the calluses on those fingers, and that made him shiver, god knows why.
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There was something about seeing Izzy shiver under his touch that was... He pulled him down from his perch on the arm down onto the cushions, guiding him until he was stretched out on his back. He was less aware of the existence of his hands in favor for the sensations they felt. One ran up the slender young man’s neck, into his long silky hair, tangling in it slightly. Slash could feel Izzy’s pulse racing as his palm rested just behind his ear. The other ran down over a lean thigh separated from his touch only by skin-tight black denim.
Slash felt Izzy’s entire body go rigid as their lips met in a fast kiss. He chewed on the other’s lower lip for a brief moment before leaning back and then standing up, breaking all contact. He stepped back from the sofa, carefully watching Izzy’s face. He looked beautifully confused, a soft blush across his cheeks. The question he put to him caused that blush to deepen.
“You ever been with a guy before?”
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How the fuck was he supposed to answer that? Hell, he wasn’t a faggot... was he? Okay, he admitted to himself, there had been a few guys he had crushes on at times, but... and he’d had thoughts... dreams about his best friend, but... No, okay, no, he wasn’t... and... but now...
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Slash watched Izzy’s embarrassed squirming for a minute before coming back to his side, stroking his bangs. He could see the fear in those... fuck... his eyes had changed color again... now they were the most beautiful honey brown... He ran his thumbs over Izzy’s arched eyebrows, over his soft eyelids, leaning in to plant a kiss on each. Fuck, he really didn’t mean to treat this guy like a girl, but... something told him that this wasn’t one he wanted to just fuck n’ run with...
Despite obvious early tension, Izzy began to respond slowly, still shy, but accepting the affectionate touches lavished on his body. Slash slid his fingers beneath the silky black shirt he wore, rubbing his hands down the narrow ribcage beneath... He jumped as Izzy suddenly let out a peal of laughter that was quickly muffled in embarrassment. Quirking an eyebrow, Slash rubbed his fingers again down Izzy’s side, letting them ripple over the young Hoosier’s ribs. Another giggle that melted into a moan as Slash slid his hands up, running his thumbs in rough circles over Izzy’s nipples. Pinching at the nubs, he buried his face in the curve of the other’s neck, nipping and licking at the blushing flesh there, feeling the lean body move under him.
One hand slid down to massage over the bulge in Izzy’s jeans, one Slash could feel growing with each curl of his fingers. The tips journeyed up to the buttons, undoing them with a few flicks. Izzy whimpered then, slightly, softly, and Slash silenced him with a nibble on the earlobe. Laying his palm flat against Izzy’s stomach, he slid his hand down slowly, under the loosened waist, feeling the silky, slightly curly hair there. He dared lower... and felt muscles tense, Izzy flinching beneath him, drawing his thighs together and up. A moment of soft whispering and the slender young man relaxed, a moment of whispering and gentle caresses that moved lower and lower as his legs relaxed.
“Good...” Slash purred in his ear.
“Fine...” he hissed through his teeth, hand still to his face.
“Lemme see, I...” Slash reached out and was quickly rebuffed, the smaller guitarist jerking away. Slash wasn’t in the mood for machismo, and grabbed Izzy’s wrist in one hand, his jaw in the other, forcing him to look at him.
The red weal ran from just under his eye, around the curve of his cheek, down to the corner of his mouth. A fraction of an inch higher and the sharp edge of the wrapped wire would have struck his eye. Izzy just stared at him, stone still and seemingly in shock at his actions. His eyes were wide, rimmed with long, dark lashes. And there was something in those eyes... a small-town light not completely washed out by the big city glare. Not yet. The last little bit of midwestern innocence... Slash found that... extremely attractive.
He ran a thumb across the weal left by the guitar string, mumbling that it wouldn’t scar. He let his thumb wander over Izzy’s cheek, finding it pleasantly soft. Down now, across soft lips, slipping between them. Rubbing back and forth, his nail occasionally clicking against the teeth hidden behind. The thumb of his other hand began to stroke the inside of Izzy’s wrist, feeling the veins and tendon beneath pale skin. His fingers circled the girth of flesh and bone easily, and he allowed the thumb on this hand, too, to explore, moving over the heel of the hand, up to the palm, just slowly rubbing in circles. He felt Izzy’s fingers close over it, holding his thumb in place.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Izzy looked over at his own hand, wrist held... not so tight now... if he pulled hard he could easily wrench free... Why didn’t he want to? Why was... why was he letting this guy touch him like this... When Slash lowered the hand at his face to lay his guitar to one side, he found he missed the comforting touch against his stinging cheek. Fucking string... how hard did it hit him?
Slash’s hand returned to touching his face, now moving down his jaw, down his neck, fingers splayed across his throat. They traveled down to his collarbones, rubbing back and forth. Izzy could feel the calluses on those fingers, and that made him shiver, god knows why.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There was something about seeing Izzy shiver under his touch that was... He pulled him down from his perch on the arm down onto the cushions, guiding him until he was stretched out on his back. He was less aware of the existence of his hands in favor for the sensations they felt. One ran up the slender young man’s neck, into his long silky hair, tangling in it slightly. Slash could feel Izzy’s pulse racing as his palm rested just behind his ear. The other ran down over a lean thigh separated from his touch only by skin-tight black denim.
Slash felt Izzy’s entire body go rigid as their lips met in a fast kiss. He chewed on the other’s lower lip for a brief moment before leaning back and then standing up, breaking all contact. He stepped back from the sofa, carefully watching Izzy’s face. He looked beautifully confused, a soft blush across his cheeks. The question he put to him caused that blush to deepen.
“You ever been with a guy before?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
How the fuck was he supposed to answer that? Hell, he wasn’t a faggot... was he? Okay, he admitted to himself, there had been a few guys he had crushes on at times, but... and he’d had thoughts... dreams about his best friend, but... No, okay, no, he wasn’t... and... but now...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Slash watched Izzy’s embarrassed squirming for a minute before coming back to his side, stroking his bangs. He could see the fear in those... fuck... his eyes had changed color again... now they were the most beautiful honey brown... He ran his thumbs over Izzy’s arched eyebrows, over his soft eyelids, leaning in to plant a kiss on each. Fuck, he really didn’t mean to treat this guy like a girl, but... something told him that this wasn’t one he wanted to just fuck n’ run with...
Despite obvious early tension, Izzy began to respond slowly, still shy, but accepting the affectionate touches lavished on his body. Slash slid his fingers beneath the silky black shirt he wore, rubbing his hands down the narrow ribcage beneath... He jumped as Izzy suddenly let out a peal of laughter that was quickly muffled in embarrassment. Quirking an eyebrow, Slash rubbed his fingers again down Izzy’s side, letting them ripple over the young Hoosier’s ribs. Another giggle that melted into a moan as Slash slid his hands up, running his thumbs in rough circles over Izzy’s nipples. Pinching at the nubs, he buried his face in the curve of the other’s neck, nipping and licking at the blushing flesh there, feeling the lean body move under him.
One hand slid down to massage over the bulge in Izzy’s jeans, one Slash could feel growing with each curl of his fingers. The tips journeyed up to the buttons, undoing them with a few flicks. Izzy whimpered then, slightly, softly, and Slash silenced him with a nibble on the earlobe. Laying his palm flat against Izzy’s stomach, he slid his hand down slowly, under the loosened waist, feeling the silky, slightly curly hair there. He dared lower... and felt muscles tense, Izzy flinching beneath him, drawing his thighs together and up. A moment of soft whispering and the slender young man relaxed, a moment of whispering and gentle caresses that moved lower and lower as his legs relaxed.
“Good...” Slash purred in his ear.
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