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Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. The author does not own any of the following names or personalities. The author does not imply that the people mentioned within would act or have acted in the ways depicted. No money has been made from this.

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Those motherfuckers.

I'm never going to be warm again.

"Hey Axl, let's go make a snowman!" Typical Izzy. I never thought the bitch would agree.

"Okay." Axl's beady little eyes lit up.

I don't know why I went with them. I guess 'cause Duff wasn't around, and I was bored. We get outside, and I'm standing there watching them, minding my own business, and what do those bastards do? Start throwing fucking snowballs at me.

"Come on, grow the fuck up." I'm more than a little annoyed.

"Sorry man," Axl says somberly. He makes eye contact with Izzy as he says it, though. And before I know what's happening, those two fuckers have me pinned to the ground. They're laughing like idiots. Axl's sitting on my legs, shoving handfuls of snow under my shirt as Izzy holds my arms down.

"Get the fuck off me!" I keep shouting, along with a string of curses I hadn't realized I'd known.

Then, once they're satisfied that I'll probably die of hypothermia, they get off me and run away. Run away! Since when did they turn into seven-year-olds? My body's too numb to run after them, though. Somehow I manage to get up and make it back inside the hotel.

And now I'm trying to get my wet clothes off while I'm shaking so hard I can hear my teeth rattling together.

I hear the bathroom door click behind me. If that's Axl or Izzy, I'll kill them.

"What happened to you?" It's Duff, thank God. The last thing I need is to wind up in jail for murder when we're only on the third date of our tour.

In an instant he's by my side, helping me remove my cold, sopping wet shirt. He picks up my hair and puts a towel around my shoulders.

"Thanks." I'm fumbling with the fly of my jeans.

"Come on, Slash," he says, leading me into our room. Once he's steered me to the edge of my bed, he stops. "So what happened?"

"Fucking Axl and Izzy--" I push my jeans down to my knees and sit on the bed. "--held me down and put snow under my shirt."

Duff shakes his head as he helps me pull my jeans the rest of the way off. "Assholes."

The air hits my bare legs and I start to shiver again, violently. Duff pulls the blanket up around me and puts an arm across my shoulders. Then he's helping me lie down. He crosses the room and pulls the blankets off of his own bed, brings them back, and spreads them out over me.

I can't stop shivering. Duff looks at me, and then climbs under the covers next to me. He presses his body against my back and puts his arm around me. "Let me help," he says, and I can feel his steamy breath against my ear. I push back against him.

Then his lips are on my neck, incredibly soft and warm. I let him kiss me there for a while, and then I feel his long fingers circling a cold, erect nipple. It feels so good! "Duff," I whisper, pushing back against him some more. I feel the distinct bulge in his jeans pressing against my ass.

"Want me to stop?"

"Mmm, Duff, no...It feels good." He flattens his palm against my stomach and slides it over my abs, dipping under the waistband of my boxers.

I am suddenly aware of not feeling so cold anymore.

He slides his hand a little further inside my boxers and around to the small of my back. Damn, that feels nice. He moves his hand farther down and rubs my ass, nice and slow.

I'm getting a hard-on, and I think Duff knows, because soon his hand is back around in front of me and wrapped around my dick.

I can't help it. I moan. And I can feel Duff smiling against my neck. He strokes me slowly, his grip getting a little tighter each time it slides down the length of my cock.

"Ungh," I say. That was supposed to be, 'Do it faster.'

Duff understood me, though, 'cause he speeds up, and I know I'm not going to last much longer.

I thrust into his fist until I feel his tongue sliding up and down behind my ear. I moan again, feeling the climax burning through my veins.

I lay there in a daze, vaguely aware of Duff cleaning me off with a tissue.

"Go to sleep," he whispers.

"What about you?" I roll over on my back and look up into Duff's face. He blushes.

"Don't worry about me." He climbs out of the bed.

I smile at him. "Come back after you change, please?"

Duff blushes some more, and I watch his dark eyelashes flutter.

"Okay." He smiles. I can definitely see why chicks like his smile so much.

A few minutes later, Duff is under the covers hugging me again. He feels so soft and warm, and I suddenly feel very tired. I close my eyes and let the rhythm of his breathing be my lullaby.

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