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Taking a deep breath, Axl walked slowly up to Slash's door and knocked tentatively on it, almost hoping he wouldn't be heard. After a few seconds he had decided Slash wasn't coming and that this was a very bad idea and he should never have come. The singer turned to slip away but then he heard a voice from within, "Door's open." Returning to the door, he prodded it slightly less gently than before and it slowly swung open, drawing Axl into the dark, drug-hazed lair that was Slash's hotel room. Advancing carefully, he looked around and saw that the room had been very recently trashed; there were pee stains on the carpet, beer bottles littering the entire room and a stench with a faint hint of the guitarist's favourite persian poison.
"Dude," the voice snapped Axl out of his daze and he flicked his vision over to a tattered couch where the curly-haired beast had collapsed, unfortunately (for Axl), shirtless. "What're you fuckin' standing around for? Get your ass over here." He patted the couch beside him where there was a stain and, like every other one in this hell hole, Axl wasn't sure he wanted to know what it was.
Walking over, the singer reclined as far as possible from Slash while trying to appear his usual bitchy self, "Man, this place fuckin' stinks," he commented, "get some air freshener or somethin', dude! They're gonna fuckin' kick the shit outta you." He said this referring to the hotel staff and attempting his usual smirk to try and draw attention away from the condition of his meeting Slash now. It didn't work.
"So I take it you still want me then," the other drawled, trying too, to appear nonchalant. Suddenly Axl found himself pinned against the couch on his back, Slash devouring his mouth. He arched his back, pressing every possible inch against him. Just as he opened his lips, the guitarist stopped and moved his head back slightly, "but first, you're gonna listen." The singer's eyes widened and he stayed as silent as if Slash had gagged him, breathing hard.
The guitarist held his gaze for a second. "Axl, you fuckin' shut me out, okay? All the time. If we're gonna do this - and don't tell me you don't want it - there's gotta be some changes. You've gotta stop the brutality and fuckin' let me in! I ain't gonna be with you if it's just for the action." He grinned, " Promise to treat me properly?" His captive nodded, pressing even more against the guitarist. "Great, cos man, I feel the same as you."
He immediately returned to forcing his way into the singer's mouth and dominating it, pausing only to divest him of his t-shirt. Axl responded strongly, sucking and biting Slash's lips and dancing his hands over his thoroughly sexy torso and back; running his fingers through the twisted mane falling around him.
Seconds later, Slash felt his leather trousers becoming increasingly uncomfortable and, feeling Axl in a similar situation, moved to tug at the singer's waistband when his partner stiffened and pulled away from Slash's mouth, panting. "Stop!"
"Dude," the voice snapped Axl out of his daze and he flicked his vision over to a tattered couch where the curly-haired beast had collapsed, unfortunately (for Axl), shirtless. "What're you fuckin' standing around for? Get your ass over here." He patted the couch beside him where there was a stain and, like every other one in this hell hole, Axl wasn't sure he wanted to know what it was.
Walking over, the singer reclined as far as possible from Slash while trying to appear his usual bitchy self, "Man, this place fuckin' stinks," he commented, "get some air freshener or somethin', dude! They're gonna fuckin' kick the shit outta you." He said this referring to the hotel staff and attempting his usual smirk to try and draw attention away from the condition of his meeting Slash now. It didn't work.
"So I take it you still want me then," the other drawled, trying too, to appear nonchalant. Suddenly Axl found himself pinned against the couch on his back, Slash devouring his mouth. He arched his back, pressing every possible inch against him. Just as he opened his lips, the guitarist stopped and moved his head back slightly, "but first, you're gonna listen." The singer's eyes widened and he stayed as silent as if Slash had gagged him, breathing hard.
The guitarist held his gaze for a second. "Axl, you fuckin' shut me out, okay? All the time. If we're gonna do this - and don't tell me you don't want it - there's gotta be some changes. You've gotta stop the brutality and fuckin' let me in! I ain't gonna be with you if it's just for the action." He grinned, " Promise to treat me properly?" His captive nodded, pressing even more against the guitarist. "Great, cos man, I feel the same as you."
He immediately returned to forcing his way into the singer's mouth and dominating it, pausing only to divest him of his t-shirt. Axl responded strongly, sucking and biting Slash's lips and dancing his hands over his thoroughly sexy torso and back; running his fingers through the twisted mane falling around him.
Seconds later, Slash felt his leather trousers becoming increasingly uncomfortable and, feeling Axl in a similar situation, moved to tug at the singer's waistband when his partner stiffened and pulled away from Slash's mouth, panting. "Stop!"
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