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Axl pushed Dj up against the wall again, while kissing him furiously. There was only one show left on the tour, meaning they soon would be back at home and separated by hundreds of miles. Axl's hands slid down Dj's bare chest, over his soft tattooed skin, down to his jeans. They'd been trying to have as much sex as possible over the last few days; before shows, after shows, in Axl's hotel room, on the plane. Each time felt urgent, but they took their time. They wanted it to last. Dj wrapped his legs around the singer and held onto his hips tightly. Axl let loose and fucked him so hard it made him a little dizzy. He almost didn't want to admit it, but he didn't want to go back to Malibu without Dj. He had fallen so hard for him, and it pained him to think they'd be so far apart. If he really thought about it, he loved Dj more than he'd ever loved anyone else. It almost scared him. He didn't know what he was going to do without him and he used sex as a vent for his frustrations.

“Ahhhh, aahhhhh, fuck!” Dj moaned as they climaxed. His face twisted a little with a slight pain, and Axl's expression turned to that of concern.

“Are you okay baby?” Dj smiled and kissed him.

“I'm fine. Besides, I like the pain”, Dj said devilishly and kissed him once more. He grabbed the older man's face as their kiss got hotter and more passionate. Axl let him have full control, relieved and enjoying the feel of the guitarist's tongue in his mouth.



The day after the show they woke up in Axl's room, as usual, and solemnly got dressed. They hadn't actually discussed what they were going to do after the tour yet. There had been a slight tension building between them, which was reaching its breaking point now. The silence was deafening until Axl spoke up.

“We need to talk about what we're going to do when we get home.”

Dj looked at him, then looked away.

“Don't avoid me Ashba”, Axl said sternly.

“I don't know.” Dj said quickly.

“Well we need to figure out something. Have you told Dorothy?”

“No”, Dj replied quietly, still not making eye contact.

“When were you planning on telling her then?” Axl was getting more and more irate, and there was a tinge of anxiety to his words. Dj was being avoidant and that's never good.

“Maybe....maybe I wasn't going to.”

Axl took a step back and his breathing quickened.

No.

“What are you saying?” Axl said, his emotions becoming clear in his voice.

“I-”, Axl cut him off.

“Fucking LOOK at me, Dj!”

He looked up.

“And tell me, that you love her more than you love me.” He remained fairly calm, but anger was clearly audible in his words.

“I can't answer that”, Dj responded.

“I think you just did.” Axl said, stepping back, shocked and obviously hurt.

This can't be happening.

“Axl, I-” Dj tried to explain but was cut off.

“No. I don't want to hear it. Now why don't you go back to your girl and leave.” Axl remained strong but was having a hard time keeping it together. Dj's expression changed.

“Fine.” Dj spit and left, slamming the door behind him.

Axl stood for a second, stunned and breathless. He was everything to him, and now he was gone. When it fully hit him what had just transpired, he sank to the floor, tears welling up in his eyes. When the first one fell there was no stopping it, he cried, clutching his heart as he felt it shatter.


A few days later, Dj had gone back to Vegas but Axl remained in Spain, his family hoping a little vacation would be good for him after what happened. The first few days he just sulked, didn't want to do anything, didn't care about anything. After a week he came around, and decided to drown himself in alcohol and women, in hopes of forgetting about Dj. Deep down he knew it was impossible, but he could at least try.