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Sunset Love ch. 4: I can’t stop myself

Getting up in the morning was never a problem for Slash. The gnawing craving for alcohol woke him every morning early, regardless of how much (or little) he'd slept the night before.

It was around one in the afternoon and he had been up for hours. He had fled the garage as soon as he'd woken that morning, not wanting to face Axl. He had put a stop to things the night before, mumbling something about being tired and jumping up into the loft to sleep. Alone - to be fair, Axl hadn't pushed it; he had stayed on the floor.

As soon as he was out on the street, Slash had forked over the last of his cash from his old newsstand job for a bottle of Jack, then called over to Izzy's place. Izzy's girlfriend was out, so the two spent an agreeable few hours on the sofa, putting away the whisky and talking about  the band.

"Hey, that reminds me," said Izzy, putting down the empty bottle on the shaky coffee table. "The rehearsal space is a fucking disaster, man."

"Whaddya mean?" said Slash, his head lolling pleasantly against the back of the sofa.

"You and Axl live there," replied Izzy. "Me, Duff and Stevie are gonna be there every fuckin' day - and probably a lot of nights. We gotta make it a bit more - I dunno, livable. We gotta fix up somewhere to sleep."

Through his whisky haze, Slash realised what Izzy was getting at.

"Right," he said. "A fuck space."

Izzy chuckled.

"Correct, my friend. I think you'll agree that the rehearsal space is going to be used for that purpose? I don't think any of us is keen to get it on with someone on that fuckin' hard-ass concrete floor."

Slash felt his face get warm. He dipped his head to take a long drag on his cigarette.

Izzy stood up and patted his pockets for his key.

"Uhhh...where we going?" said Slash.

Ten minutes later, Slash found himself ducking his head and following Izzy through a gap in a chain-link fence around into a construction site just off Clark Street. Despite his long history of shop-lifting and general pilfering, Slash was glancing around.

Izzy snorted. "It's Saturday, dude. Construction workers aren't like us - they don't work weekends."

He was right. No-one bothered them as they selected a few lengths of plywood and wooden blocks that were stacked against a wall. Ten minutes later again, they were pulling open the door to the studio on Sunset and Gardner.

Sunlight hit the bare walls inside, cutting through the dark. Incredibly, Axl had been still asleep  in his snakeskin jacket on the concrete floor. He didn't look too happy to see them.

"What the fuck?" Axl groaned, squinting.

"It's the afternoon, asshole," said Izzy, nudging Axl in the side with his toe and, with a grunt, letting the wood he'd been carrying crash to the floor.

Slash noticed the easy camaraderie between the old school friends. He was always more cautious when he talked to Axl. Everyone knew that Axl was a grenade, liable to explode at any moment.

"I'm here to do you a massive favour, Ax," Izzy declared. He started laying out the two-by-fours, then produced a box of nails and some tools from his pocket. "Slash and I realised this place is not very fucking hospitable to the so-called fair sex. Plus there's no space on the floor with all our gear. We're going to build a loft."

Slash spent the next few hours - alongside following Izzy's building instructions - discreetly observing Axl. He found it funny to see him doing manual labour - clearly unwillingly. Probably, Slash thought as he held pieces of wood while Izzy sawed and hammered, Axl felt it was beneath the job of a singer to labour with the rest of them. But Duff and Steven were nowhere to be seen and it was his home, so Axl had to muck in.

It was so sexy the way Axl clenched his jaw when he was annoyed or concentrating. Through his hair, Slash observed the muscles at the angle of Axl's jaw rise and fall. And the way his full lips pursed a little at the same time. Every so often, Slash got annoyed at himself, sneaking looks like a besotted school girl. But he couldn't help himself. Plus, the rehearsal space was tiny - ten by fourteen feet - so they were working literally shoulder to shoulder.

Try as he might, he couldn't stop sensations from last night coming back into his mind. Warm, smooth lips against his own. The sweet, coffee-like aroma of their sweat intensifying as they kissed, slowly, delicately. Breath coming fast and rough from their throats.

"I said hold it steady!" came Izzy's voice, irritated, waking Slash from his reverie.

Slash tried to concentrate. He and Axl were standing in among Steven's drums, holding over their heads the flat wooden structure they had nailed together, while Izzy hammered it to the small wood blocks he had attached to the wall. Slash glanced in Axl's direction and thought, fuuuck. The space had warmed up as the day wore on and Axl had discarded his jacket. He was bare-chested, ropes of muscles in his arms and abdomen on full display.

Slash closed his eyes, willing his twitching cock to be still. He was surprised to notice that sadness was mixed in with his lust. Yes, Axl was naturally strong, but the guy was also thin. The rest of the band, including himself, had mocked the sucked-in-cheeks look Axl had in their one band photoshoot so far. Slash now realised those cheekbones were so prominent because the guy had barely enough to eat.

Izzy was standing back and rubbing his palms on his pants.

"A good day's work, gentlemen!"

And there it was, their new loft. The living space in the studio had just increased by roughly fifty per cent. Just above head height, just enough space to hoist yourself up and roll in, perfect for their purposes. They regarded it with pride.

Slash sucked deeply on a fresh cigarette and frowned.

"Did we, like, just spend the afternoon doing home improvements?" he said.

***

"Man, I love that stuff!" shouted Steven, taking a long swallow and thrusting the bottle high into the night air.

It was around four in the morning on Palm Avenue, West Hollywood. The first shafts of daylight were beginning to tease the grey sky. The five of them were walking home from an uproarious night in Lizzy Grey's sleazy apartment with even sleazier chicks and some coke Duff had produced. They left when the coke was gone. They had pushed all the money they had between them - a few dollars - over the liquor store counter for two bottles of Night Train.

"Eighteen per cent," Axl was saying musingly, looking at the label on the bottle in his own hand. He grinned. "Bottoms up!"

"I'm on the Night Train," sang Duff, his head tilted back, his body full of coked-up energy .

Axl took up the snatch of melody and played with it, flinging his arm around Duff. The two stumbled along, singing out of sync and guffawing with laughter.

Slash trailed the rest of the group as they staggered across the junction onto Sunset. His emotions swirled, despite his attempts all evening to anaesthetise them with coke and booze. The afternoon of hard work cheek-by-jowl with Axl had been followed by an evening of being ignored. Axl literally hadn't looked at him the whole time in Lizzy's. And now to top it all off, here was he, Slash, finding himself simmering with jealousy at Axl and Duff.

He hadn't felt this down in a while. He caught up to Steven, grabbed the bottle and took a long, numbing swallow.

At the junction to Gardner Street, he waved half-heartedly and turned left, not bothering to check if Axl was coming. He made out the door of the studio and pulled out his key chain. The studio looked its usual disastrous state, the half-light throwing into relief the trash, the empty cans and bottles. But at least there was the loft. He summoned up the strength to heave himself up and let his aching body fall onto the flat surface. He surrendered his mind to blessed oblivion.

***

He had no idea how much time had passed when he heard the metallic bang of the studio door, then the familiar deep voice.

"Why'd you disappear, man?"

Slash said nothing. He didn't know what to say.

He heard a grunt, followed by cursing and rustling. Axl was swinging his legs into the loft and lying down beside him. The flash of a lighter briefly illuminated Axl's face, his lips balancing a cigarette. Slash felt a flash of annoyance at the warmth that flared low in his belly at the sight.

"You not talkin' to me or what?" came Axl's voice through the darkness.

"Shut the fuck up," grunted Slash, rolling over onto his side, his back to the other man.

There was silence for a moment. Then a hand on his arm. Slash rolled onto his back. He couldn't contain himself any longer.

"What the fuck is happening here, man?" burst out Slash. "Is this how it's going to be? You never speak to me or look at me all day, even in fucking rehearsals, then here at night you - you - we..." He couldn't find the words to finish.

He heard Axl blow out slowly, his breath controlled. The aroma of tobacco filled the air in the tiny space.

"I don't know either, man," came Axl's voice finally, quiet and measured. "I - I don't know. I just can't stop myself touching you."

Sunset Love ch. 3: Ain’t nobody here but us

"Slash, what's up, man?"

Duff had broken off mid-phrase, frowning. Izzy and Steven let the drums and guitar peter out. Slash lifted his head, cigarette smouldering among his curls.

"What?"

"You've been on another planet since we started. You OK?"

Slash took a deep drag, stalling.

"Sure," he said, extracting the cigarette from his mouth and blowing out a long trail of smoke at the ceiling. "Never better."

The others looked at him suspiciously. He'd been missing notes, coming in late, fluffing riffs. This was Slash, Mr Guitar God. No matter how much he'd drunk or smoked the night before, no matter how little sleep he'd got, when it came to guitar and the band, he always delivered the goods. Until today.

"Right. From the top," said Duff eventually. He locked eyes with Steven, counted them in and they were off again.

Slash berated himself as he tried to concentrate on his playing. Fuck, the guys were actually noticing. He had to get it together or they'd start coming to conclusions.

He'd stayed out as long as he could that morning, wandering penniless around Sunset and Hollywood as the sun came up, bumming cigarettes from other street rat acquaintances he bumped into. As the booze wore off, he couldn't stop thinking about what had happened with Axl, and his mood had plummeted.

What the fuck had he been thinking, letting that happen again? They had kissed before, when Axl lived in Slash's house, in his basement room. But they had agreed that time: they weren't fags. The band was all about maleness - straight maleness. Jokes and banter about fags and queers were part of their daily routine. Insinuating that one of the others was a homo was always met with instant aggression or a counter-accusation. Where did what had happened the night before fit into that?

Thank God for his hair, tumbled all over his face. It let him avoid meeting Axl's eye. Not that that seemed likely - the singer had his back to Slash all rehearsal. Slash wondered whether Axl even remembered. Maybe it had been all the Jack? Had Axl even been awake?

Anger seethed inside him. He had never agonised like this over a chick, even proper girlfriends.

He clenched his jaw as he played. A headache was banging in his forehead. Axl was in his line of sight now, doing that new snake dance thing he'd seen some other singer do. It looked ridiculous, Slash told himself. Turning his heels out and swaying his hips. It made his ass ripple under his jeans like a goddamn woman's. Slash realised his eyes were lingering on that ass. He closed his eyes and shook his head as if to shake out the thoughts.

He felt a physical sense of relief when Izzy finally called, "I gotta slip out. Slash, coming?"

Slash knew what that meant. Izzy had a number of contacts in the area who supplied him with chemical sustenance of various kinds. Lately it had been lumps of brown, sticky, sweet heroin, which Izzy showed him how to inject. Slash's energy lifted immediately at the prospect. He leaned his guitar against the wall and followed Izzy out the door, keeping his eyes down.

***

Sweet, delicious, soft, floating, spinning, bliss ...

Slash's eyes opened a little and he realised he'd nodded out, his head propped against the cinder block wall. He pulled open his eyelids a bit more. All five of them were here in the studio, sprawled around the floor in various states of highness. There were girls there too, and a few guys he half-recognised as members of the band who practised in the unit next door. One of them was lying on top of a girl, humping her, her feet clenched against his white ass as it pumped. The door was open and Slash heard the sounds of more partying coming from the lot outside.

He jerked awake again. More hours must have passed. He could just about make out a weak light through the gap in the door, casting everything in the studio shades of grey. People were starting to stagger to their feet, stumbling out the door in ones and twos, calling goodbye.

"Duff took his coat back, the bastard." The voice was smooth, low, restrained.

Slash tried to think of a reply but his brain was too wasted. Axl was kicking aside empty beer cans and bottles, clearing space on the floor. Through the slits between his eyelids, Slash watched as Axl pulled something out of a grocery bag and shrugged it on. It was the fake-snakeskin jacket some girl had given him. It came from the thrift store and looked it. Axl loved it.

"We really gotta get some bedding, man," Axl muttered as he lowered himself against the wall beside Slash and started to lie down.

Before he knew it, Slash moved away instinctively. Axl looked at him, surprised.

Slash summoned up the balls to return the look, meeting his eyes.

"What?" asked Axl, propped on an elbow.

Slash cursed himself internally. He really was shit with words. How could he express the fucked-up turmoil of thoughts in his head?

"What the fuck was that the other night?" he finally managed.

Axl's brow furrowed. Was he really going to say he didn't remember? Yet more rage added to the cauldron already boiling in Slash's head.

"You fucking kissed me, man," Slash blurted, his emotion overtaking his awkwardness.

Axl was still staring at him.

"Not just like - y'know - a joke - it ..." He could only finish the sentence in his mind: it felt like you meant it.

Axl pushed himself back up to sitting and leaned his head back against the wall. Dawn light filtering through the door highlighted his profile. That cute nose. Those perfect lips.

"Did you kiss me back?" said Axl, eyes at the ceiling.

Now it was Slash's turn to stare.

"You serious? That's what you say?"

Axl turned his head. Slash looked at his face, inches away from his own. The shadows beneath the cheekbones. The tiny one just below the bottom lip. The eyes, their green turned grey in the dim light, deep and beautiful. Slash was suddenly very conscious of his mouth. His lips tingled. He felt them moving towards the other man's. He felt Axl's hand on his jaw. It was happening.

The last time had been slow, incredulous. This time their desire was clear. Their lips and teeth clashed urgently, tongues exploring the insides of each other's mouths as they gripped the back of each other's skulls. Slash's head was swimming but not like from dope; no, these were  different chemicals, ones that came from deep within his body, not outside, creating reactions that exploded in his groin and made him groan deep inside his throat.

Axl smiled, breaking the kiss, leaning his forehead against Slash's, still gripping the back of his head.

"I guess you kissed me back this time," grinned Axl.

Slash looked down but couldn't help smiling too, moving his fingers in the smooth silkiness of the other man's hair, the solidity of his skull.

"I don't know what's happening, man," he said, realising he was whispering. "We agreed..."

"Hey," said Axl, tilting up Slash's jaw with his fingers, making him meet his eye. Oh, that voice, that deep, sexy rumble.

"We can... un-agree," Axl went on quietly, one corner of his mouth tilting up.

"But..." said Slash, unable to stop his hands from moving to Axl's ribcage, bare under his jacket. The skin was warm, baby soft.

"We don't have to analyse it," said Axl, stroking the tip of his nose against Slash's. Slash could feel Axl's lips moving glancingly against his own as he spoke. "It's OK."

"I'm not... you're not..."

"Slash." The sound was so soft coming from Axl's mouth, the "shhh" at the end lingering unbelievable sexily. It made Slash's cock, already straining against the restraint of his jeans, twitch and pulsate.

Axl pushed himself to standing and strode to the door. The light in the room disappeared as it closed. Slash heard boots on the floor, then felt Axl's body against his again.

"Ain't nobody here but us," he whispered into Slash's mouth.

𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖙𝖔𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 (𝖆𝖝𝖑 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊)

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Sunset Love ch.10: Not any more

Slash got to his knees over Axl, his legs still trembling as his orgasm dissipated. He placed a hand each side of Axl's head and propped himself on his palms, looking down on the other man's face. The cheap wooden boards of their makeshift loft scraped against his skin but the blissed-out feeling pooling throughout his body killed the discomfort.

To his surprise, Axl flipped himself over and got to his knees, too. Slash found himself looking down at Axl's bare back.

Then all other thoughts vanished from Slash's mind as he regarded the naked ass beneath him.

Yes, he had seen it often enough, encased in shiny black leather, on stage; he had even seen it mostly bare when Axl performed in his infamous assless chaps. He had never given it much thought before - he was usually so preoccupied with his playing, not to mention drunk or high, or both.

What had he been thinking? he asked himself. It was the curviest, tightest, most perfectly shaped ass he had ever seen.

He reached out a hand and stroked the soft, smooth buttocks, then lowered his head and pulled his lips and nose across the skin. With delight, he heard the other man's soft moans as he buried his face in the softness.

Axl turned his head to the side for a moment and said quietly, "I want to feel you inside me."

Slash's cock, already hard again, twitched at the words. He looked on in amazement as Axl arched his back so that his buttocks parted slightly, exposing his beautiful asshole. Slash moved his hips from side to side so that his cock, stiff and slick with precum, grazed off one buttock, then the other, a thread of shiny, sticky liquid connecting the tip of his cock to Axl's skin, while Axl groaned in pleasure.

Remembering his own pain moments before, Slash scooped a palmful of his own cum, still sticky on his belly, down to his cock and lubricated himself. He ran his fingers around Axl's hole and inside as well, adding spit for good measure, while Axl breathed raggedly and raised his ass higher in a silent plea.

Oh sweet fucking Christ, thought Slash as he finally pushed the gleaming, swollen tip of his cock against the opening of Axl's ass. The other man's skin was tight, yet yielding. Their moans mingled as Slash pushed oh so gently inside.

Fuck, Axl was tight, so much tighter than pussy; Slash felt his cock being squeezed hard; it was a weird sensation, still new to him, but it was fucking amazing. He had a hand on each of Axl's buttocks now, lightly keeping them apart to allow him to plunge himself farther, deeper, as the other man responded by pushing back against him. Slash withdrew slightly, then pushed in again, and again, till he was balls deep inside, his groin pressed against that perfect ass.

Slash felt a lump rise in his throat at the feeling that part of his body was literally inside Axl's, at how they were now as close as they could possibly be, their bodies fused. His head swam and he realised it was awe at the beauty of what they were doing, at the intimacy they were sharing. He buried his face in the warm skin between Axl's shoulder blades, glad that Axl couldn't see his face or the tears threatening in his eyes.

Slash felt for Axl's outstretched arms against the wooden boards and grasped the backs of Axl's hands, intertwining their fingers. His plunges were coming harder and faster, unstoppable now, his cock pulsing as Axl moved with every thrust; he felt Axl's insides clench around his length; he lost all control and cried out "Axl, Axl" as he emptied himself into his friend, exploding load after load into the beautiful body.

They collapsed, Slash chest-down on Axl's back. They lay, rib cages heaving, hands still entwined, panting, sweating, spent.

After a minute, Axl shifted and Slash rolled off him. They lay side by side on their backs, arms touching, sweat mingling. They looked each other full in the face. Slash's impulse was to look away but he forced himself to maintain eye contact. Axl's gaze was steady, unflinching, the green eyes turned grey in the dim light from the lamp on the floor below.

"That was - " said Axl, then stopped.

"I know," muttered Slash.

"What is this?"

"I don't fucking know," said Slash.

Another pause. The only sounds were their breathing, slowing gradually, and the distant hum of early-morning traffic. Slash slowly remembered that there was a world outside these four walls. He pushed the thought aside. He wanted to stay here, in their spell, inside.

The corners of Slash's mouth turned up as he recalled the previous evening. It seemed like an eternity ago. Had Axl really been jealous of some random chick Slash had hooked up with in the Whisky toilets? Had he really gone looking for Axl, determined to end this thing once and for all?

"You not jealous any more?" Slash said with a sly grin.

Axl smiled back.

"Guess not," he said, and turned his eyes up to the ceiling.

After a moment, Axl turned his face back to Slash and said, "I want to own you."

Slash didn't know what to say. There was no need. Axl leaned over, grabbed Slash's shoulders, pressed his lips to Slash's neck and began to suck, hard.

"Ow!"

Slash flinched and tried to pull back but Axl was holding him tight. After a few seconds, Axl let go and surveyed his work with a satisfied look.

"Did you just give me a hickey, motherfucker?" demanded Slash, rubbing the tender spot on his neck, not knowing whether to be pleased or outraged.

"I've marked you. That means you're mine," said Axl in such a deeply sexy voice that Slash couldn't be annoyed. His head and chest filled with what he guessed was happiness.

He leaned over and kissed Axl softly. Axl returned the kiss. They nestled into each other's arms and fell asleep.

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Birthday boy

Pairing: Slash / Saul Hudson x reader

Info: Smut [oral on male] and fluff; 1906 words;

Summary: Y/N gives Slash a little gift on the morning of his birthday, but it turns out that Slash had a much bigger gift hidden. One that they could both enjoy, for a really long time…

A/N: Hey loves <3 A little birthday piece for our boy Slash. I regret not writing these pieces for the other boys (and I blame my brain for only coming up with an idea to celebrate AFD’s birthday only at the end of the day when I could no longer write…) but, hopefully, Guns N’ Roses will be a fandom where I stay active for a long time, so I will be here to write the boys their well-deserved fics. 

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NSFW Alphabet - Slash

Pairing: Slash / Saul Hudson x reader

Info: Smutty themes; mentions of sex toys, BDSM, power dynamics

A/N: Apparently, I’m back babes. Enjoy this alphabet for poodle <3

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The Stars Are a Part Of Us: The Brains Of This Outfit

This my “Almost Famous” inspired groupie fic, with appearances by @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands (Celestia/Alessia), @sexcoffeeandrockandroll (Absinthe/Amy) and @no-stone-no-bone (Velvet), plus yours truly as Karen.  This is a pretty dark fic, with VERY mature themes and smut.  Cross-posted on AO3

Tag list @izzysdenimjacket ​ @no-stone-no-bone ​ @sexcoffeeandrockandroll @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands ​ @smokeandmirrorz ​ @sodalitefully ​ @roger-taylors-car ​ @lost-in-the-80s @whisperess33 ​ @shawolat​ ​@80snikki @rumoured-whispers

Warnings: Underage sex, drug use, drinking, implied violence.  18+ ONLY

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