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Spit Roast
After the anniversary gig at the Key Club, Duff and Slash pay Izzy a little visit at home. Pretty much pure smut!
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Yawning, Izzy quietly wandered into his house. It had been a long night, a really long fuckin' night. Steven, ever the child, had excitedly invited him to play with his band. A GN'R reunion! he'd energetically yelled down the phone. Ever the sucker, Izzy had said yes.
Dumping his guitar case against a convenient wall, he slumped onto the couch, fingers rubbing against his temple as he reached for the TV remote. He wasn't 20 any more and the evening had taken it out of him. He needed some sleep although somewhere, deep down, the old adrenaline was coursing through his veins. Pulling his legs under himself, Izzy smiled, remembering past times, huge concerts in front of tens of thousands of people. Yes, he hated touring. Yes, he hated the spotlight. But would a full scale reunion, a one off gig, be such a bad thing?
Resting his head on the arm of the couch, he idly channel-surfed, eyes growing more heavy by the moment. Sleep was just about to take over when he felt a presence by his head. Opening one eye, Izzy looked up, moving his head slightly to take in the leather clad legs and black t-shirted chest.
"Hello Izzy." Slash smiled. "Long time, no see."
Startled, Izzy sat up, scooting across the couch.
"How the fuck did you get in?!" He may have aged, but there were still things that terrified him. Like old band-mates breaking and entering.
Slash reached into a pocket and pulled out a small keychain, a few silver keys dangling from it.
"You gave me these remember? Or did you forget, in the aftermath of your shattered marriage, that you needed me to come and check on you?" Slash crashed onto the couch beside him, draping one leather clad leg over the other.
"I know." Izzy gritted his teeth. "But why are you here now?"
From beneath the mass of rebellious hair, Izzy saw him smile. "Well, I didn't get chance to catch up with you at the gig. As always, you disappeared in true Izzy fashion. So I thought I'd do it now."
Izzy sighed, running a hand through his short hair. "Slash, there's nothing to say. You came, you saw, now please go home to your wife and kids."
Lips suddenly touched his neck and, as he tried to push away, strong arms wrapped around him, holding him tight.
Slash's voice purred in his ear, "You're still sexy Izz. Real sexy..."
Izzy turned, trying to fend off Slash. Instead, he found himself nose to nose with him, staring into the dark eyes beyond the hair. A grin spread over Slash's lips, a signal that Izzy wasn't going to get out of this that easily.
"I still want you Izz," Slash hissed.
Swallowing hard, Izzy backed up against the couch, trying to get as far from Slash as he could.
"But you have a family Slash. Kids remember?" Izzy kept his voice deliberately low. "You can't fuck around behind their backs."
But Slash just smiled and slowly crawled up his body, fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt. Lips and tongue followed, kissing and licking along his exposed skin. His breathing became ragged and heavy as Slash's tongue flicked over one of his nipples. Slash's dark eyes, hooded with lust, watched his every reaction. Desperately, Izzy tried not to give himself away, tried not to let on that he wanted this to happen. But, as always, his cock betrayed him. He heard a soft snigger as his growing erection dug into Slash's leg.
"You always did manage to get it up for me, didn't you?" came the quiet comment. "Didn't matter if you were smacked out of your face or too drunk to walk, you were always desperate to come for me."
Warm lips kissed him and, unable to resist, Izzy tangled his fingers into the mess of curls, pulling Slash down on top of him. It had been years since they had last done this. Izzy had thought about it many times. Plenty of times, after his divorce, he'd stared at Slash's number, wanting to call, wanting to hook up. But Slash had disappeared from his radar, going off and having kids. A safe, stable home life. But now he was back and, it seemed, ready to pick up where they'd left off.
August 31st 1991, that's where they'd left off. The day Izzy left the band, and Slash, for good. He'd picked up his stuff and walked, not bothering to say goodbye to anyone. Not even the person he'd shared his bed with for so many years. He could still remember the pleading answering machine messages from Slash, begging him to come back, if not to the band, then to him. It had hurt him to do it, but it had had to be done.
Slash's tongue dipped into his mouth and Izzy responded, moaning and arching his back. He felt about 20 again, felt like it was the first time he'd ever spent with this man. A hand slithered down his body and to his crotch, squeezing the growing bulge. Another moan erupted from his chest and into Slash's mouth. He felt the lips curve themselves into a smile as they moved from his mouth and to his neck, gently suckling and marking him.
As Slash moved lower, Izzy was pulled from his euphoric state by a gentle kiss to his forehead. Opening his eyes, he bent his head back to see Duff smiling down at him, looking younger than his 43 years. His fingers gently stroked Izzy's head, running through the soft, brown hair.
"Hey Izzy," he whispered, the impish grin still on his face. "Hope you don't mind but I've come to join in the fun."
Izzy just smiled and arched his neck, reaching out a hand to Duff. Taking the hint, he knelt by Izzy's head, moving in to gently kiss him. Reaching back, Izzy raked his hand through Duff's shaggy hair, pulling him close.
A soft sigh escaped his lips as Slash's tongue dipped into his navel, gently probing. Strong fingers slowly unbuttoned his trousers, freeing his aching cock, a tongue following to deftly lick across the head. Izzy smiled into Duff's mouth, tongue gently searching the blonde's mouth. He'd never had this done to him before, never had two people lavish so much attention on him. Sure, he'd done it to girls in his younger days but no-one had ever bothered to include him.
Hands slid down his legs, quickly discarding his trousers and shoes. It made Izzy feel oddly vulnerable and exposed but he didn't care. He was away on a haze of long lost pleasure, enjoying the attention that was being lavished on him.
Suddenly Slash's mouth left his cock and his soft voice whispered, "On your knees."
Through glazed eyes, Izzy watched as both Slash and Duff pulled away, standing back and waiting. Slowly, almost bashfully, Izzy positioned himself on the couch, head resting on the arm, hands bracing himself. He heard the grating sound of zippers undoing and the soft swish of trousers hitting the floor. Looking up, he saw Duff towering over him, a vaguely serene smile on his face, strong hand around his cock. Nails softly scrapped down Izzy's back and he squirmed, purring quietly in response.
Fingers gently penetrated his ass, probing and stretching for the first time in over fifteen years. Izzy winced, letting out a small moan of pain. A finger stroked under his chin, lifting his eyes to Duff's face. The smile had widened on the blonde's face as he offered his cock to Izzy.
"I can keep you quiet if you like." Duff's voice was low and raspy, tainted with lust.
Dropping his gaze to the floor, Izzy reached out and wrapped his hand around Duff's cock, tongue flicking out to lick across the head. He'd done this a million times before with Slash but never with Duff. There had been no other men in his life since Slash and only one before. Slowly, cautiously, he began to gently close his mouth over the throbbing piece of flesh. He grunted as Slash carried on assaulting his ass but the noise died in his throat, his mouth occupied for the time being.
Hands stroked through his hair, lifting his eyes away from the floor as he sucked on Duff's cock. His dark eyes connected with Duff's, watching the taller man's reactions. Strong fingers held onto his hair, pushing his mouth down onto the strained erection in his mouth. Izzy worked his throat, sucking and licking, easily falling back into the rhythms he'd left behind so long before.
He carried on watching Duff as the fingers slowly left his ass, giving him a moment of relief before they were replaced by the head of Slash's cock. Calloused fingers gripped his hips, holding him steady. Izzy prepared himself for the invasion, his teeth scrapping along Duff's cock as Slash began to push into him. He let out a low groan; it had been a long time but the memories came flooding back as Slash began to fuck him. That's all it was. It wasn't love making; the terrible twosome just wanted a way to get off and it seemed that Izzy was it. But he didn't care. He'd missed Slash, missed lying in bed with him, missed the sex. After him, women just hadn't done it for Izzy and he'd spent his marriage dreaming about getting back with Slash.
With his mouth still wrapped around Duff's cock, Izzy began to rock, pushing himself back onto Slash. A wince of pleasure flashed across his face as Slash pushed against his prostate. Izzy's eyes fluttered shut and his cock twitched, demanding attention. Balancing on one elbow, he slid a hand down his body and wrapped it around his cock, stroking in time to Slash's movements.
"Yeah," Duff hissed, fingers tightening into Izzy's hair. "You jack off for us."
He felt Slash place a kiss on his back, lips grinning against Izzy's skin. Closing his eyes, Izzy carried on rocking, first onto Duff's cock before pushing back onto to Slash, his hand tight around his own cock. He gasped and groaned, trembling and turned on, desperate to come.
Duff was the first to come, pulling up Izzy's head so that they were looking at each other, the blonde's face twisting as his semen spilled down Izzy's throat. Choking slightly, Izzy swallowed, carrying on licking and sucking until Duff pulled back, caressing Izzy's face. Izzy watched as he knelt by his head, hands cupping his face and kissing him. Groaning into Duff's mouth, Izzy carried on stroking himself, feeling himself getting closer.
Slash's fingers dug into his hips, holding tight as he carried on pounding into Izzy's ass. The motion lulled Izzy as he reached out a hand to hold Duff close, his elbows balanced on the couch. His mouth opened to gasp as the tingle of an impending orgasm closed over him. Closing his eyes, he pushed back harder onto Slash, forcing him to hit his prostate. Dropping his head away from Duff, Izzy arched his back and let out a cry as his orgasm tore through him, sticky come filling his hand and spraying across the couch. A second later and Slash let out a low groan, coming deep inside him, his fingernails raking along Izzy's skin.
As Slash pulled out, Izzy collapsed onto the stained and sticky couch, exhausted. Through tired eyes, he watched as Slash and Duff tidied themselves, picking up a blanket to drape over his still naked body. After a few moments of silence, Slash knelt beside him, a hand reaching out to stroke Izzy's face.
"I'll always love you Izz," he whispered, pressing a kiss to Izzy's forehead. "Never forget that, okay?"
Silently, Izzy nodded, eyes slipping shut as he finally fell asleep. Somewhere, in his sleep, he felt the calloused fingers of the guitarist and bassist run through his hair one last time, the door quietly clicking shut as they left.
~~~The End~~~
Dumping his guitar case against a convenient wall, he slumped onto the couch, fingers rubbing against his temple as he reached for the TV remote. He wasn't 20 any more and the evening had taken it out of him. He needed some sleep although somewhere, deep down, the old adrenaline was coursing through his veins. Pulling his legs under himself, Izzy smiled, remembering past times, huge concerts in front of tens of thousands of people. Yes, he hated touring. Yes, he hated the spotlight. But would a full scale reunion, a one off gig, be such a bad thing?
Resting his head on the arm of the couch, he idly channel-surfed, eyes growing more heavy by the moment. Sleep was just about to take over when he felt a presence by his head. Opening one eye, Izzy looked up, moving his head slightly to take in the leather clad legs and black t-shirted chest.
"Hello Izzy." Slash smiled. "Long time, no see."
Startled, Izzy sat up, scooting across the couch.
"How the fuck did you get in?!" He may have aged, but there were still things that terrified him. Like old band-mates breaking and entering.
Slash reached into a pocket and pulled out a small keychain, a few silver keys dangling from it.
"You gave me these remember? Or did you forget, in the aftermath of your shattered marriage, that you needed me to come and check on you?" Slash crashed onto the couch beside him, draping one leather clad leg over the other.
"I know." Izzy gritted his teeth. "But why are you here now?"
From beneath the mass of rebellious hair, Izzy saw him smile. "Well, I didn't get chance to catch up with you at the gig. As always, you disappeared in true Izzy fashion. So I thought I'd do it now."
Izzy sighed, running a hand through his short hair. "Slash, there's nothing to say. You came, you saw, now please go home to your wife and kids."
Lips suddenly touched his neck and, as he tried to push away, strong arms wrapped around him, holding him tight.
Slash's voice purred in his ear, "You're still sexy Izz. Real sexy..."
Izzy turned, trying to fend off Slash. Instead, he found himself nose to nose with him, staring into the dark eyes beyond the hair. A grin spread over Slash's lips, a signal that Izzy wasn't going to get out of this that easily.
"I still want you Izz," Slash hissed.
Swallowing hard, Izzy backed up against the couch, trying to get as far from Slash as he could.
"But you have a family Slash. Kids remember?" Izzy kept his voice deliberately low. "You can't fuck around behind their backs."
But Slash just smiled and slowly crawled up his body, fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt. Lips and tongue followed, kissing and licking along his exposed skin. His breathing became ragged and heavy as Slash's tongue flicked over one of his nipples. Slash's dark eyes, hooded with lust, watched his every reaction. Desperately, Izzy tried not to give himself away, tried not to let on that he wanted this to happen. But, as always, his cock betrayed him. He heard a soft snigger as his growing erection dug into Slash's leg.
"You always did manage to get it up for me, didn't you?" came the quiet comment. "Didn't matter if you were smacked out of your face or too drunk to walk, you were always desperate to come for me."
Warm lips kissed him and, unable to resist, Izzy tangled his fingers into the mess of curls, pulling Slash down on top of him. It had been years since they had last done this. Izzy had thought about it many times. Plenty of times, after his divorce, he'd stared at Slash's number, wanting to call, wanting to hook up. But Slash had disappeared from his radar, going off and having kids. A safe, stable home life. But now he was back and, it seemed, ready to pick up where they'd left off.
August 31st 1991, that's where they'd left off. The day Izzy left the band, and Slash, for good. He'd picked up his stuff and walked, not bothering to say goodbye to anyone. Not even the person he'd shared his bed with for so many years. He could still remember the pleading answering machine messages from Slash, begging him to come back, if not to the band, then to him. It had hurt him to do it, but it had had to be done.
Slash's tongue dipped into his mouth and Izzy responded, moaning and arching his back. He felt about 20 again, felt like it was the first time he'd ever spent with this man. A hand slithered down his body and to his crotch, squeezing the growing bulge. Another moan erupted from his chest and into Slash's mouth. He felt the lips curve themselves into a smile as they moved from his mouth and to his neck, gently suckling and marking him.
As Slash moved lower, Izzy was pulled from his euphoric state by a gentle kiss to his forehead. Opening his eyes, he bent his head back to see Duff smiling down at him, looking younger than his 43 years. His fingers gently stroked Izzy's head, running through the soft, brown hair.
"Hey Izzy," he whispered, the impish grin still on his face. "Hope you don't mind but I've come to join in the fun."
Izzy just smiled and arched his neck, reaching out a hand to Duff. Taking the hint, he knelt by Izzy's head, moving in to gently kiss him. Reaching back, Izzy raked his hand through Duff's shaggy hair, pulling him close.
A soft sigh escaped his lips as Slash's tongue dipped into his navel, gently probing. Strong fingers slowly unbuttoned his trousers, freeing his aching cock, a tongue following to deftly lick across the head. Izzy smiled into Duff's mouth, tongue gently searching the blonde's mouth. He'd never had this done to him before, never had two people lavish so much attention on him. Sure, he'd done it to girls in his younger days but no-one had ever bothered to include him.
Hands slid down his legs, quickly discarding his trousers and shoes. It made Izzy feel oddly vulnerable and exposed but he didn't care. He was away on a haze of long lost pleasure, enjoying the attention that was being lavished on him.
Suddenly Slash's mouth left his cock and his soft voice whispered, "On your knees."
Through glazed eyes, Izzy watched as both Slash and Duff pulled away, standing back and waiting. Slowly, almost bashfully, Izzy positioned himself on the couch, head resting on the arm, hands bracing himself. He heard the grating sound of zippers undoing and the soft swish of trousers hitting the floor. Looking up, he saw Duff towering over him, a vaguely serene smile on his face, strong hand around his cock. Nails softly scrapped down Izzy's back and he squirmed, purring quietly in response.
Fingers gently penetrated his ass, probing and stretching for the first time in over fifteen years. Izzy winced, letting out a small moan of pain. A finger stroked under his chin, lifting his eyes to Duff's face. The smile had widened on the blonde's face as he offered his cock to Izzy.
"I can keep you quiet if you like." Duff's voice was low and raspy, tainted with lust.
Dropping his gaze to the floor, Izzy reached out and wrapped his hand around Duff's cock, tongue flicking out to lick across the head. He'd done this a million times before with Slash but never with Duff. There had been no other men in his life since Slash and only one before. Slowly, cautiously, he began to gently close his mouth over the throbbing piece of flesh. He grunted as Slash carried on assaulting his ass but the noise died in his throat, his mouth occupied for the time being.
Hands stroked through his hair, lifting his eyes away from the floor as he sucked on Duff's cock. His dark eyes connected with Duff's, watching the taller man's reactions. Strong fingers held onto his hair, pushing his mouth down onto the strained erection in his mouth. Izzy worked his throat, sucking and licking, easily falling back into the rhythms he'd left behind so long before.
He carried on watching Duff as the fingers slowly left his ass, giving him a moment of relief before they were replaced by the head of Slash's cock. Calloused fingers gripped his hips, holding him steady. Izzy prepared himself for the invasion, his teeth scrapping along Duff's cock as Slash began to push into him. He let out a low groan; it had been a long time but the memories came flooding back as Slash began to fuck him. That's all it was. It wasn't love making; the terrible twosome just wanted a way to get off and it seemed that Izzy was it. But he didn't care. He'd missed Slash, missed lying in bed with him, missed the sex. After him, women just hadn't done it for Izzy and he'd spent his marriage dreaming about getting back with Slash.
With his mouth still wrapped around Duff's cock, Izzy began to rock, pushing himself back onto Slash. A wince of pleasure flashed across his face as Slash pushed against his prostate. Izzy's eyes fluttered shut and his cock twitched, demanding attention. Balancing on one elbow, he slid a hand down his body and wrapped it around his cock, stroking in time to Slash's movements.
"Yeah," Duff hissed, fingers tightening into Izzy's hair. "You jack off for us."
He felt Slash place a kiss on his back, lips grinning against Izzy's skin. Closing his eyes, Izzy carried on rocking, first onto Duff's cock before pushing back onto to Slash, his hand tight around his own cock. He gasped and groaned, trembling and turned on, desperate to come.
Duff was the first to come, pulling up Izzy's head so that they were looking at each other, the blonde's face twisting as his semen spilled down Izzy's throat. Choking slightly, Izzy swallowed, carrying on licking and sucking until Duff pulled back, caressing Izzy's face. Izzy watched as he knelt by his head, hands cupping his face and kissing him. Groaning into Duff's mouth, Izzy carried on stroking himself, feeling himself getting closer.
Slash's fingers dug into his hips, holding tight as he carried on pounding into Izzy's ass. The motion lulled Izzy as he reached out a hand to hold Duff close, his elbows balanced on the couch. His mouth opened to gasp as the tingle of an impending orgasm closed over him. Closing his eyes, he pushed back harder onto Slash, forcing him to hit his prostate. Dropping his head away from Duff, Izzy arched his back and let out a cry as his orgasm tore through him, sticky come filling his hand and spraying across the couch. A second later and Slash let out a low groan, coming deep inside him, his fingernails raking along Izzy's skin.
As Slash pulled out, Izzy collapsed onto the stained and sticky couch, exhausted. Through tired eyes, he watched as Slash and Duff tidied themselves, picking up a blanket to drape over his still naked body. After a few moments of silence, Slash knelt beside him, a hand reaching out to stroke Izzy's face.
"I'll always love you Izz," he whispered, pressing a kiss to Izzy's forehead. "Never forget that, okay?"
Silently, Izzy nodded, eyes slipping shut as he finally fell asleep. Somewhere, in his sleep, he felt the calloused fingers of the guitarist and bassist run through his hair one last time, the door quietly clicking shut as they left.
~~~The End~~~
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