Categories > Celebrities > Guns n' Roses > Jigsaw Puzzle
Panic rose up in Izzy’s chest when he felt slightly rough fingers slide beneath his opened jeans, twirling in the short hair surrounding his penis. He felt himself moving, hardening, and it made his heart race. Who the hell was this guy that he... and they... He wanted to push him away and run, but he couldn’t move a muscle; it felt too damn good. He closed his eyes tight, trying to pretend it was the cute chick who worked down at the 7-11 touching him, but Slash’s musky male scent was heavy in his nose, bringing him back to reality, and making him harder. Fingers wrapped tight around his shaft, a hot palm pressing against his flesh, pulling up, and freeing him from the confines of his jeans.
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It was the reaction he was looking for, hoping for. Slash moved his tan body so he lay on top of Izzy, pinning him to the sofa. No where to go now, was there? He saw the doubt, that look of a cornered doe that filled his eyes when he started to touch him, and faded as he continued. The sharp intake of breath and slight arch of the back when he pulled his half-hard member from his pants... The sofa was narrow, pressing Izzy against the back as Slash lay so his own leather-clad thigh rubbed against the other’s groin. The feeling was... Slash pressed his mouth against Izzy’s as it opened in a soft moan, never stopping the flexing and rubbing of his leg against the smaller guitarist’s now fully erect shaft. He felt Izzy kissing back, growing increasingly hungry as Slash’s hand curled under his neck to pull it up, burying both faces in a wave of thick black curls, the other hand snaking down to dive into those pants again, rubbing and squeezing at the sac still hidden within.
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“Aaaah! Wh—” Izzy whimpered around Slash’s full lips, into his mouth. It was awkward, Slash was heavy on him, and his entire length was trapped between the hot friction of rubbing leather and denim. The strong hand whose heel rubbed the sensitive underside cupped his stones, one finger stroking at the hot spot of flesh right behind them. The feelings building throughout his body made a deep blush rise on his cheeks. Slash saw it and smiled gently, nibbling at his flushed skin, enjoying the warmth of it.
His eyes followed Slash as the other guitarist knelt up, pinning his legs. He watched him pull up his shirt, tug it up over his head, revealing his darkly tanned chest and abdomen. It wasn’t spectacularly muscled but it was broader than his own. He felt his body react to the sight, only half-noticing the way Slash’s mane billowed around his head as it came free of the shirt, settling back into the satyr’s halo it normally was. There was a little bead of sweat by his left earlobe, and Izzy watched it travel down his chin, rolling underneath the curve, down his throat and into the cup of his collarbones, hesitating for a moment before slipping down the divide of his pectorals and stomach, pooling in his navel.
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A bemused smile crossed Slash’s lips when he caught the almost hypnotized look on Izzy’s face, wondering what had caused it. He hooked a finger under Izzy’s chin and tilted his head forcing him to look into his eyes. The sweetest, most confused eyes stared back at him, the golden brown of midwestern harvests, and falling oak leaves. And he thought that if he looked long enough he might fall into them, and he couldn’t... not yet... no matter how much he wanted to.
He rested his hands on Izzy’s hips, letting them linger there, watching his expression. It was passive, nervous. Slash had always considered himself the shy sort, but Izzy... there was something about the small smile on his face. The way he slowly raised his hands to touch his thighs and stomach, the tips trembling slightly. It made the skin twitch, and the smile spread a little. Slash caught his right wrist in his hand, holding firmly. He saw fear flash in the hazel pools staring up at him, neither moving, then guided Izzy’s hand down to his crotch, still encased in leather, and straining against it. Izzy’s hand jerked back reflexively, so he held tighter, rubbing his hand back and forth. When he let go of his wrist, the hand remained, shakily returning the touches he’d earlier lavished. The other hand was there now, undoing the laces with careful deliberance. Izzy looked up at him, briefly seeking approval before peeling open the clinging leather.
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It was the reaction he was looking for, hoping for. Slash moved his tan body so he lay on top of Izzy, pinning him to the sofa. No where to go now, was there? He saw the doubt, that look of a cornered doe that filled his eyes when he started to touch him, and faded as he continued. The sharp intake of breath and slight arch of the back when he pulled his half-hard member from his pants... The sofa was narrow, pressing Izzy against the back as Slash lay so his own leather-clad thigh rubbed against the other’s groin. The feeling was... Slash pressed his mouth against Izzy’s as it opened in a soft moan, never stopping the flexing and rubbing of his leg against the smaller guitarist’s now fully erect shaft. He felt Izzy kissing back, growing increasingly hungry as Slash’s hand curled under his neck to pull it up, burying both faces in a wave of thick black curls, the other hand snaking down to dive into those pants again, rubbing and squeezing at the sac still hidden within.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Aaaah! Wh—” Izzy whimpered around Slash’s full lips, into his mouth. It was awkward, Slash was heavy on him, and his entire length was trapped between the hot friction of rubbing leather and denim. The strong hand whose heel rubbed the sensitive underside cupped his stones, one finger stroking at the hot spot of flesh right behind them. The feelings building throughout his body made a deep blush rise on his cheeks. Slash saw it and smiled gently, nibbling at his flushed skin, enjoying the warmth of it.
His eyes followed Slash as the other guitarist knelt up, pinning his legs. He watched him pull up his shirt, tug it up over his head, revealing his darkly tanned chest and abdomen. It wasn’t spectacularly muscled but it was broader than his own. He felt his body react to the sight, only half-noticing the way Slash’s mane billowed around his head as it came free of the shirt, settling back into the satyr’s halo it normally was. There was a little bead of sweat by his left earlobe, and Izzy watched it travel down his chin, rolling underneath the curve, down his throat and into the cup of his collarbones, hesitating for a moment before slipping down the divide of his pectorals and stomach, pooling in his navel.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A bemused smile crossed Slash’s lips when he caught the almost hypnotized look on Izzy’s face, wondering what had caused it. He hooked a finger under Izzy’s chin and tilted his head forcing him to look into his eyes. The sweetest, most confused eyes stared back at him, the golden brown of midwestern harvests, and falling oak leaves. And he thought that if he looked long enough he might fall into them, and he couldn’t... not yet... no matter how much he wanted to.
He rested his hands on Izzy’s hips, letting them linger there, watching his expression. It was passive, nervous. Slash had always considered himself the shy sort, but Izzy... there was something about the small smile on his face. The way he slowly raised his hands to touch his thighs and stomach, the tips trembling slightly. It made the skin twitch, and the smile spread a little. Slash caught his right wrist in his hand, holding firmly. He saw fear flash in the hazel pools staring up at him, neither moving, then guided Izzy’s hand down to his crotch, still encased in leather, and straining against it. Izzy’s hand jerked back reflexively, so he held tighter, rubbing his hand back and forth. When he let go of his wrist, the hand remained, shakily returning the touches he’d earlier lavished. The other hand was there now, undoing the laces with careful deliberance. Izzy looked up at him, briefly seeking approval before peeling open the clinging leather.
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