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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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Sunset Love ch. 2: Four Walls

Slash lay there, staring up into the dark, feeling the weight of his friend's arm. Why was he not flinging it off? He felt its warmth seep into his skin. It was fucking cold in here now. Despite himself, he inched closer to the other man's body, seeking heat.

He was close enough now to feel Axl's breath through the t-shirt fabric on his shoulder. He remembered from when they first shared a bedroom last year, in Slash's mom's house, being surprised that a jumpy, talkative guy like Axl slept so soundly. His breath came slow and regular, in and out, soothing Slash's anxious mind. The pressure on his hip from the hard floor made him turn his aching body to the other side to seek relief.

Now Axl's breath was on his face. Slash could feel the body heat between them. What was he doing? Axl was a guy, remember? He, Slash, was a red-blooded male, who had slept with more girls than he could ever count, who liked nothing better than a pair of big tits and a wet pussy, who only last night had had some chick's legs wrapped around him up against the wall in the Rainbow car park...

Soft lips brushing against his. Sweet, tasting faintly of whisky.

What the fuck?

He found himself responding, pushing his lips against the other man's, allowing his lips to be gently prised open, feeling wet, persistent tongue exploring his mouth, gliding over his teeth, his gums, probing farther and farther til they were locked in a full-on, deep kiss that made his head swim more than any alcohol, any drug had ever done, and all he could be sure of was that he didn't want it to end.

He reached out and pulled the nape of Axl's neck towards him, feeling the soft baby hair at the hairline, pulling those beautiful, pillowy lips even harder against his own. He had forgotten how amazing this was. His body filled with delicious warmth. The image of sweet caramel came back into his mind.

In the dark, he felt Axl's arm tighten around him. Axl's knee come up over his waist, sliding over the hump of Slash's erection through his leather pants. Their noses switched sides as the kiss went on, hands in each other's hair, sliding over each other's necks, incredulous at what was happening, drinking each other in.

They broke off, gasping. Their jagged breathing cut through the dark and silence. Slash found his forehead at the other man's shoulder, feeling the bone through the warm skin. Axl's hand moved to his jaw, leaving one last gentle kiss on his mouth. He heard the rustle of skin on leather as the other man turned over, then silence.  

After a few seconds,  Axl's breath came slow and measured again. He was asleep.

Slash lay stunned, looking blindly into the dark. His head swirled crazily. Had that really just happened? There was no denying the swelling in the front of his pants, pressing almost painfully against the lace ties.

He knew only one cure for the cacophony of thoughts and feelings. He turned over and fumbled around the on floor for the bottle.

Shit. They'd drunk all the booze.

He felt his way along the block wall to the door and pushed it open. Milky dawn light was seeping across the sky over Guitar Center and the flat roofs of Sunset Boulevard beyond. The lot was empty. The ever present traffic hummed, at a lower volume than usual at this hour.

He closed the door quietly - the last thing he wanted was to wake Axl now. He shoved his hands into his pockets and headed up the alley in the direction of the nearest 24-hour liquor store.

Sunset Love, ch. 9: Do you want me to?

Slash watched Axl swing himself nimbly up into the loft. In the shadows cast by the lamplight, Axl's hand grabbed Slash's and pulled him up. They rolled over the wood, clothes discarded. Axl's naked body felt so good against his. The skin was smooth and warm. Strong arms and legs encircled him and pulled him underneath.

"Fuuuck," Slash heard himself groan at the pleasure coursing through his veins. Axl's body was surprisingly heavy on top of him. Slash squeezed his eyes shut at the delicious sensation of being pinned down. Axl was grinding his crotch into Slash's, rubbing their cocks together, precum coating both of their shafts and making them slide against each other. 

Slash reached down a hand and took Axl's full length into his palm, sliding his hand up and down against its smooth solidity. My god, he is fucking huge, thought Slash. He couldn't stop a grin stealing over his face, breaking their passionate kissing.

"Something funny?" said Axl, lifting up his head to scrutinise Slash's face, sweaty strands of his hair tickling Slash's nose. Slash's heart melted a little at the vulnerable expression on the other man's face. Could Axl possibly think something was wrong with himself? 

"Only how fucking blown away I am by your amazing cock," said Slash, brushing back a handful of hair behind Axl's ear and flushing inwardly at his own directness. He wasn't one for dirty talk ... or talk at all for that matter... but Axl was making him open parts of himself he hadn't even been aware of.

Axl smiled shyly and ducked his head, which sent another rush of blood to Slash's dick. For the second time that night, Slash sensed that Axl was struggling for words. He marvelled at being granted access to this hidden version of a person he thought he knew. 

Slash's knees were being pushed up and back towards his shoulders now, Axl's hands strong and sure. Slash waited in delicious anticipation and then... fingers were pushed into his mouth.

"Suck," commanded Axl.

Slash did as he was told, winding his tongue around the fingers, coating them with saliva. Then the fingers were removed from his mouth and ...yessss.... he felt them at his ass, stroking ever so gently around his entrance, then more firmly, teasing, tantalising... 

Slash squeezed his eyes shut as the pressure he longed for started building up around his hole, Axl's fingers circling closer to the centre. 

"Fuuuck... just push into me already," moaned Slash. He realised he was begging but he couldn't help it; his need was so great, he wanted Axl inside him more than anything.

"You want me to finger-fuck you?" murmured Axl, a hint of a mockery in his low voice. Slash couldn't believe he was being teased.

"Yes, you bastard."

"That's not how you speak to your daddy," whispered Axl in Slash's ear, his fingers still slowly circling. 

Slash couldn't believe how much that word aroused him. He clamped his eyes shut again. He knew he would say literally anything to get what he craved.

"Please, daddy, will you fuck me?" panted Slash, surrendering all remaining notions of dignity.

Axl chuckled triumphantly. He plunged his fingers fast and deep into Slash. Slash winced and gasped in pain.

Axl pulled out instantly. "Fuck! I'm sorry!"

Slash waited for the pain to dissipate. He took the other man's hand, nuzzled their noses together and kissed Axl's mouth lightly, reassuringly. 

"It's okay, baby." How incredible it felt to call Axl that. "Do it again, just slowly." 

Slash took Axl's fingers into his mouth and coated them with more spit till they were dripping. After a final searching look into Slash's face to make sure he was okay, Axl turned his attention down again. 

Slash felt pressure, slow and gentle this time, going deeper and deeper into his ass. He groaned and breathed slowly in and out in an effort to stay relaxed. It was working; it felt better this time, pleasure and pressure mingling in his lower groin, farther back, behind his cock and sending pulses into his belly and down his shaft.

"Baby..." he hissed.

Something shifted inside him... Axl was scissoring his fingers, stretching him out carefully. Slash held his breath for a second at the new sensation. It was okay, Axl was being so gentle; it was good, so good.

"Christ, you're fucking tight," breathed Axl. 

Something else was building, a new pressure ... Slash's hips jerked upwards of their own accord and his eyes rolled back in his head as lights flashed behind his eyelids. He realised Axl was curling his fingers, hitting his sweet spot deep inside. It happened again, and again, causing Slash to throw his head back, banging his skull against the boards. It hurt but he didn't care. 

A wet lick on his neck and the sexiest voice in the world rasped, "You're so fucking hot like that."

Slash barely registered the words; his legs were beginning to shudder and spread even wider to allow Axl's fingers to plunge deeper. His arms flailed out, his hands grasping for something to cling to as the divine massage continued in the deepest part of his body, faster and faster, more and more intense until at last, Slash cried out in a mixture of despair and ecstasy. His cock released stream after stream of sticky semen onto his own belly, his hips bucking, his pleasure enhanced by knowing Axl was watching him in this moment of intense vulnerability. 

Slowly, the spinning in his head eased as Slash began to come to, his chest heaving. The ceiling of the room came into view over his head and he saw Axl's beautiful face looking down at him, strands of copper hair shining in the dim light, its owner smiling with a touch of victory but mostly with a tenderness that made Slash's heart ache. 

"You look... pleased with yourself," Slash managed to croak to cover his emotion.

Axl grinned, then reached out a hand and brushed Slash's matted curls out of his face.

"You're fucking amazing," said Axl softly, as if in wonder. 

His eyes were wider and softer than Slash had ever seen them, not narrowed in defensiveness or anger as they so often were. Slash's heart lurched; his eyes moistened; his body felt another flush as discomfort, his old friend, flooded through him again. He didn't know how to deal with Axl showing emotion. All he knew was that he didn't want them to stop touching.

"Do you want me to - ?" he said, glancing into the other man's face then away again in awkwardness.

"Hey," said Axl soothingly. He reached out a hand and gently turned Slash's face back to look up at him. "Don't be shy, baby." Soft lips glancing off his own. Those full, pink lips, now turning up at the edges into a smile. 

"Yeah, I want you to."

Sooo true

A few things I (a fanfiction writer) want you to know

 I write fanfiction because I love the characters and ships I write. I’m not a published author, nor am I trying to become one. I’m here because I got obsessed with a stupid tv show. That’s it. 

Kudos and/or comments fuel me more than you can imagine. 

Every day, I get a ‘You’ve got Kudos!’ email. Every day, I open it. I take note of which of my fics have been given kudos. I take note of the usernames I find there. If you’ve left kudos on one of my fics before, I’ll recognize you. I take a moment to appreciate your support. I feel validated and inspired after this. 

When someone comments on one of my fics for the first time, I go ‘Oh hey there, new friend. Welcome to my world.’

If you’ve commented on one of my fics more than once, I know you. I’ve checked out your profile, your works, your bookmarks. When I see your username, I feel like I’m meeting a friend. I’m like ‘This is the person who likes the same rarepair I do.’ - ‘This is the lover of fluff/smut/angst fics.’ I remember.

I read every comment I ever get, many of them more than once. I try to answer them all. I’m not always fast with that, but I promise you, I appreciate the hell out of your feedback. Sometimes people ask me why I’m grinning so dumbly down at my phone, and many times it’s because I just got a new comment. You’re making my day with this. 

Sometimes I get a comment on a WIP I haven’t updated in a while, and in most cases, it motivates me to get the next chapter out. You’re reminding me why I started writing this story. You’re making me want to finish it. 

When I feel down and unable to write, I go back to the comments on stories that mean a lot to me personally. They give me new life. I treasure them. You have no idea how long they stick with me. 

My ask box is always open. You want to express an opinion on my writing anonymously? You have a prompt, an idea, a wish? You probably don’t know how easy I am to persuade to write something. Honestly, try it. 

No fic is too old to comment on it. Never. 

If you’re too shy to leave a comment, you are valid. I’m happy to have you as a reader. I’m a crazy fangirl like you. I’m dying to talk to you. If you can’t, that’s perfectly fine though. 

If you don’t know what to comment, believe me when I say that it doesn’t matter as long as it isn’t rude. You’re too tired to leave a proper comment? I read fics at 2am too my friend, I understand. You don’t know how to put your thoughts into words? You can literally leave me a HI and I’ll be happy about it. 

If you’re too shy to comment in English because you’re not a native speaker, you’re valid. You’re good enough to read fics in this language, you can be proud of that. I know how to use a translator. You may comment in whatever language you want to. I’m not a native speaker either, I’ve long stopped trying to sound like one. I take no shame in that. 

If you have ever taken time out of your day to read one of my stories, I appreciate you so much. If you have ever hit the kudos button on one of my stories, I appreciate you so much. If you have ever written me a comment, shared your genuine feelings about my writing with me, you are responsible for a big, stupid smile on my face and a significant bit of motivation. 

Thank you!

*runs away* 😆😆😆

I'm gonna say it

Guns N Roses>Mötley Crüe

MMMMM Such a well executed Sluff imagine

Wish you would write a fic where sluff has to share hotel rooms on tour & there's somehow always only one bed. It's winter & cold & duff is unashamedly a cuddler, slash always the little spoon, & omg is duff humping me rn?! (He gets pretty frisky in his sleep, as Slash comes to realize) Finally they get a room with two beds, but apparently duff doesn't notice because he crawls in with slash after his shower & snuggles up to him

I looove that, little spoon Slash is so cute and lmao of course Duff is a horny fucker even when he’s asleep 😄  Mildly smutty ahead:

Maybe Slash is one of those people who likes to be cuddly with his friends but he’s shy about initiating so he never really does it (at least not sober) and he ends up a bit touch-starved.

Duff on the other hand is all about physical contact, he’s very touchy-feely with his friends.  Slash loves it, Duff will casually throw an arm around his back and hold him close and Slash will just melt into his shoulder.  It’s just so nice to have someone he feels completely comfortable with, someone he can be close with without any expectations or ulterior motives.  

Slash is also starting to develop a little crush on Duff, but that’s neither here nor there, he’s perfectly capable of repressing those budding feelings and appreciating the platonic relationship they have.  

By the time the band goes on the road, Slash and Duff are close friends and it seems perfectly natural to share a room.  Even if there is only one bed.  

Duff is somehow even more cuddly in his sleep.  He clings to Slash like a lifeline but Slash doesn’t really mind, he really should have expected this anyway.  So he doesn’t say anything about it, even when he finds himself waking up with his ass pressed against Duff’s morning wood more often than not.

Duff really isn’t sure when he stopped thinking of Slash as just the perfect teddy bear/space heater and started having sex dreams about his bandmate.  But he isn’t too concerned about it – Slash is stupid hot, who wouldn’t want some of that?  He knows he’s not going to act on it (well, not unless Slash is interested...), so no big deal, right?

Apparently his subconscious didn’t get the memo.

He’s dead tired that night, the steamy shower made him warm and sleepy and he doesn’t even think to use the other bed, just slides in next to Slash with a contented hum.  Slash is surprised, but Duff looks so worn out, he’s already half asleep and Slash doesn’t have the heart to tell him he has to move.

Slash wakes up early the next morning when Duff rolls over a little so that instead of just spooning, Duff is half on top of him.  He can feel the heat of Duff’s crotch against his ass – even more so when he starts to slowly grind into him.  

Duff nuzzles into Slash’s neck, breathing in the scent of his shampoo, and sluggishly gropes at his chest and his dick as he starts to thrust more vigorously – Holy shit is he seriously dry humping me rn?

Slash can’t help himself, he bucks back into Duff.  They’re both wearing shorts but Slash squirms until Duff’s cock slots between his cheeks and he lets out a quiet moan.  Duff responds with a slurred, sleepy murmur that might have been Slash’s name.  

“Oh for fuck’s sake.   You’re not going to sleep through it the fist time I get you off!”

“..Huh...?”  Duff is now slightly awake, and confused and embarrassed.  It takes a second to register that Slash isn’t mad, that Slash has every intention of continuing what they started now that Duff is awake.  

Too adorable

I like the idea that slash (whether he means to or not) covers a good portion of his face with his curly hair whenever he feels self conscious or unsure of himself, it almost seems like he wants his hair to swallow his face somedays. Axl will crawl into his lap when theyre alone and just gently push his hair away from slashs dark expressive eyes and just quietly tell him how handsome and lovely and beautiful he is and axl wouldnt wanna be anywhere else in the world besides with slash :p

I just died this is so adorable :’)

(i don’t know if you were talking in the magic au or not)

Axl is tired. It’s been a long fucking day, and finally, he gets the house to himself. It’s weird to be alone with Duff and Steven practically living in the house which he, Slash, and Izzy have shared for a while now. It’s nice though, he never got to have that as a kid. It’s like a real family now. 

He flops down on the couch, and flicks on the TV, searching for a minute before settling on some random show that caught his eye. It doesn’t hold his attention for long, and he finds himself walking back to his room. Maybe he’ll just crash for a minute.

The door to his room is cracked open and he pokes it open all the way, expecting to find his and Slash’s room empty. Except, it isn’t. Slash is sitting at the head of the bed, with his legs folded neatly beneath him. His hair falls over most of his face, all Axl can see is a sliver of one eye.

“Slash? Didn’t think anybody was home yet,” Axl says.  Slash shifts a bit, but doesn’t answer. It happens like this sometimes. Slash can look big and bad strutting around in a leather jacket and his hat that makes people let him pass on the sidewalk, but he isn’t always like that. Because beneath all that there’s still a person. Sometimes he shuts down, just stops. 

“Babe?” Axl tries again, making his way over to the bed and sitting on the corner. He still gets no answer. Axl crawls across the expanse of sheets till he settles near Slash. He hesitates for a moment before he crawls onto Slash’s lap. 

Hooking his finger under Slash’s chin he pulls his gaze up to meet his, “Hey there.” There’s no one else home, so Axl presses a kiss to his forehead. He gently moves the curtain of hair off of Slash’s face, tucking it behind his ears. He kisses his nose this time, brushing lower till their mouths slot together. Slash moves slowly winding his arms around Axl, slung low on his waist, just holding him closer. Axl’s lips move over his cheeks, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake.

“You’re so fucking pretty, y’know?” Axl whispers winding a dark curl around his finger and marveling at the way it bounces back into place when he lets it go. “I mean, you really are.” 

Slash buries his face in the crook of Axl’s neck, and his breath tickles against Axl’s skin, “Don’t hide from me.” 

Slash pulls his head back and screws up his nose just a bit before speaking, “That was really cheesy.”

“Oh, shut up!” Axl laughs as he pushes Slash’s hair back again, “There we go, I knew I lost my boyfriend somewhere in this jungle.” Slash laughs, and kisses Axl again. 

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.

Sunset love ch. 5: The things you don’t know

Axl's words reverberated in the air around them. Had he really just said that? 

The hand on Slash's arm was stroking his skin now, slowly. Slash didn't shake it off. The hand moved to his chest, snaking up under his t-shirt and to his nipples, Axl's fingertips caressing them and pulling them gently to tight little knots.

Slash's throat constricted. He exhaled slowly, trying not to reveal how turned on he was - but he heard the other man chuckle. 

"Seriously, what the fuck are we doing..." managed Slash. "We're not fucking fags..."

"Shut up," came Axl's voice, a gruff whisper now. Slash felt incredible softness on his chest as Axl drew his lips from one nipple to the other, biting with his lips over his teeth at first, then teeth only, gently, eliciting sharp gasps that Slash realised were coming from his own mouth. He couldn't help raising his hands to Axl's hair, clutching clumps of it as he tried to deal with the desperate pleasure coursing through him. He tried not to pull too hard but he felt the other man tilt back his head and moan. 

"Do that again, baby."

As soon as he heard that word, Slash felt a rush of blood to his groin and moisture prickling his eyes. Axl had just called him "baby".  

Slash pulled harder on Axl's hair and relished the feeling of Axl throwing back his head even farther, raising himself on his arms and emitting slow growls from deep within his throat. Slash pushed himself up on one hand and crushed their mouths together. Teeth, lips and tongues frantically collided, pushing, exploring.

They fell back onto the wood. Slash pulled Axl to the side and under him so that Slash was on top, enjoying the feeling of the other man trapped between his legs. He searched in the dark for Axl's waistband, expertly pulling open the button and zip - he had done this often enough with women - and pulling the other man's jeans down his thighs. Strong fingers were at his own fly, Axl picking apart the knot in the laces. Passionate kisses again as they both kicked off their pants, limbs clashing, legs entwining. 

"Commando, I like it," said Axl, pushing his fingers down into Slash's crotch.

Slash had to grin. "What can I say, I've never been the type to wear underwear."

"You little fuckin' tease," growled Axl. He took Slash's cock full into his hand, palming its length, using his thumb to circle precum all over the tip. The delicious swimming in Slash's head took over again, making him shut his eyes tight and moan softly. He was helpless now, wanting this to go on forever. 

Slash felt Axl's head slide down his torso and realised what was about to happen. 

"Fuuuuck," he groaned as he felt smooth lips slide over the tip of his cock and down. Axl was sucking now, gently at first, then harder as Slash became more engorged, filling the other man's mouth and feeling his tip graze the back of Axl's throat. Axl gagged but didn't lose his grip, pumping him with his mouth, sending Slash's eyes rolling back in his head. Somewhere among the psychedelia going on in his brain, Slash realised what they were doing, that they were going farther than last night; somewhere in his mind, a voice questioned it but that voice was weak, so weak, compared to the screaming need in his cock that drowned out all sense, all reason.

The throbbing in his dick was intensifying. He had his hand on the back of Axl's head, feeling it move up and down on him; it was too much, he couldn't take it any more but he didn't want the pleasure to stop. He pushed himself farther forward, feeling teeth glancing off his dick, irresistible suction pulling him in. 

Slash whimpered as fireworks went off behind his eyes. Hot liquid coursed through him and he exploded into Axl's mouth. 

He fell back onto the boards, divine aftershocks running through his chest and down his arms and legs. His cheek touched off the cool wood. He reached out for Axl.

"Did you... swallow?" he asked tentatively, taking the other man into his arms. He felt Axl nodding as his hot breath blew on Slash's chest. 

The things I don't know about this guy, thought Slash. He filed the thought away in his mind for later. He had space in his head only for what they were doing right now. 

They were lying on their sides, chest to chest, arms thrown over each other, noses rubbing gently, delicate kisses coming thick and fast as Slash came down from his orgasm. He wriggled to circle a leg around Axl's hips and lifted him on top. His weight felt so good. Axl's deep, sexy chuckle made him smile. 

"Soooo," Axl murmured, stroking Slash's hair. "Does this mean what I think it does?"

Slash nodded mutely. He was scared but his desire was stronger. 

"Greedy little bitch," Axl hissed in his ear.