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The purple mushroom that sprung from behind restrictive black leather caught Izzy by surprise. He’d never... another guy’s... up close before. Slash grinned and scooted up until he was sitting on his chest, the spongy head an inch from his face. Sure, he’d glimpsed here and there at urinals and in high school, changing for gym and all that, but... this was considerably more up close and personal. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the close proximity or what, but... fuck, Slash was packing. He couldn’t tell how long, exactly, but it was both longer and thicker than his own by a good measure. It put a definite chink in his self-esteem.

Slash moved closer, and now the end was perhaps a millimeter from him. Izzy watched cross-eyed as a tiny white pearl formed at the very tip of Slash’s head and then dripped off onto his nose. The male scent of it sent a shiver down his spine that Slash could feel from his position on top of him. Another drop fell, this time on his lips, and he licked it away. The salty taste spread over his lips and he leaned in for a second drop...

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Slash felt the tip of Izzy’s pink tongue tickle the end of his thick head and grinned, twirling the thick sable locks framing his other’s flushed face, silky brunette... He took his shaft in his hand and started to milk it, squeezing a few more drops into Izzy’s mouth. There was no protest. Grinning, he got up from his seat on Izzy’s chest, backing down the sofa until he was at the end. He looked over the slightly disheveled guitarist, eyes half-closed, hair and clothes rumpled... lips shining with his pre...

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Izzy’s eyes opened completely as Slash pawed at his ankles... and started dragging his pants down his legs... He watched the denim slide down his thighs, knees, the tight material whispering over his calves as it went. The sound of them hitting the floor after Slash flung them away was soft in his ears, barely a whisper. Slash toed off his own sneakers without fault as he leaned in and grabbed Izzy’s wrists, pulling him upright, then off the couch, towards the mattress on the floor that served as his bed...

Was this happening? Was this guy really making him this hot? He’d tasted his pre... and liked it... liked the sight of that mushroom head bobbing so close to his face... he felt himself laid down, turned on his side, and suddenly he was facing that purple head again. Nervously leaning in, he opened his mouth and let the head inside.

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It was hard not to let out a moan as Izzy began to suck on him. For someone who’d never done it before, or so his bodylanguage suggested, Slash thought, he was pretty good at it. He couldn’t take very much into his mouth, but he did what he could, making up for it by lavishing attention to the slit in the head, the crease where head and shaft met... the thick vein on the underside. His tongue moved back and forth over it rhythmically, head bobbing in countertime. Slash let soft groan escape his lips, then lowered his head.

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Although it was muffled by the flesh in his mouth, Izzy’s sound of surprised lust as Slash began to lick at his own shaft filled the room. A broad hand slid over his thighs, through the dark ringlets around his erect member... finding all the sensitive spots at the base... spidering down to kneed at his sac like before... fingertips slipping down behind it... He suppressed a whimper as the hand drew away for moment, but the mouth was still there... licking and sucking, as was his own.... then the hand returned with it’s probing fingers...

His eyes snapped open wide as one fingertip found and pressed lightly on the delicate pink star between his pale cheeks. There was no way he could stop himself from squirming as it orbited around the very edge before pressing in just an inch.

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The tightness around his finger told Slash he’d have to go slow if he didn’t want to hurt Izzy. He wriggled the tip and pushed in a little more, feeling the brunette’s body arch against him. As he slid the finger back out, he heard Izzy gasp around his throbbing shaft. He started to say something, to ask Izzy if he liked it, but decided the best course of action would be silence... and keeping his finger moving. Moving in and out, in and out, he kept a steady pace, trying to get the tight ring to relax a little. Izzy’s mouth abandoned his shaft as Slash began to lavish long, hard licks over the flesh of his inner thighs, his free hand stroking off the gasping young man, coaxing pre from the tip. He drew his fingers out of the clinging opening and gathered up some of the fluid on his fingers, spreading it over index and middle, then sliding them back down to enter again.

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Time seemed to crawl as first one finger entered him, then another, pistoning back and forth. A twinge of pain made him whimper, and he tangled his fingers in a T-shirt that lay discarded on the mattress, catching the scent on it. It was so different from Slash’s musk... a warmer, spicier scent... Axl... oh, that was NOT helping...

Axl... where the hell was he, anyway...? Izzy’s pulse doubled in the sudden fear that his best friend would walk into the apartment any minute now and find him and Slash together... and what then? He knew what then. He’d call him a faggot, a freak, and never speak to him again. He was a breath away from protest, from telling Slash that they had to stop, when the adept fingers of the other guitarist found the little button inside him.