Guns Fic
Title: All Seeing Eyes
Author: Screamer06
Status: COMPLETE
Pairing: Axl/Duff
Notes: for axillerose1
Warning: male/male secks
Disclaimer: Fiction. To this best of my knowledge none of these events happened. I am not associated with either Axl or Duff. I make no money from this.
Duff watched the other guys flirt then quickly leave. It never took long now Guns were signed, he laughed the first time Axl sidled up to some chick and said; “Hey beautiful, I’m in a band we’ve just signed, wanna get out of here?” soon the other guys realized they didn’t have to try so hard either. Mostly “I’m in a band, get in the van.”
Duff was drunk, and board. Never a good combination to be. He mumbled something about going to bed. The first proper bed they had the privilege of in months. They all even had their own rooms now, no sharing. You could fart and pick your nose and scratch your balls all in your own company, not that other people in the room stopped them but on your own you could really be satisfied with a job well done.
He wandered up the stairs, the hotel was small but clean and they were feed and looked after well by the staff there. None of them prying in the Guns personal business or asking for autographs which was a welcome relief. Being famous had its kicks but it also had its down side.
Duff lay down on the bed, it was a single room. Most of the Guns had single rooms apart from, that was for Axl. Axl always managed to get the best, the rest of them were just grateful. He listened to the traffic going past, the headlights briefly illuminating the aertex ceiling above him. He sighed and rolled on to his back. He room was right next door to Axl’s and Duff could hear him now. The door slammed. It wasn’t that Axl was in a bad mood, the door would be off its hinges if he was. It just seemed Axl could never been quite. Draws opened and closed, the tap was run. He could hear Axl spitting in the sink, hear the toothpaste as he dropped it. Duff figured he must be getting ready for bed.
He heard the light snap and the best springs squeak as Axl pulled the quilt over him. Duff could imagine him, rolling on to his side with his hair in a low ponytail so it didn’t tickle his face. Arranging his pillows and wiggling about. They had spent so long in the tour bus, sleeping in close quarters they knew each other’s routine as well as they’re own.
Duff folded his arms behind his head. Cars continued past strangely lulling his body relaxed, the knots in his shoulders easing. He closed his eyes and breathed deep.
His relaxation was disturbed by a tap tap tap softly against the wall. He moaned softly in frustration and put the pillow over his head. He peered out and looked at his watch; it was 1:30 am. So much for a good night’s sleep. The walls were like paper.
Tap tap tap tap tap.
He pressed the pillow closer to his head. It occurred to him that he didn’t hear anybody else come into the room. He cursed his body for reacting, he rolled over on to his stomach trying to squash the impending hard on. All he wanted was to go to sleep. He thought about asking Axl to keep it down, at least cough or something just to let Axl know he was awake.
He devised a devious plan. He would sneak out of his room, creep down the hall then loudly walk back to his room and shut the door. It seemed like a good idea, it really did. He slowly got up, throwing the covers back and crept across the room.
Tap...tap...tap....tap.
The noise had slowed down a little. It was odd he couldn’t hear girl moans, maybe Axl had gagged her. He liked to play rough sometimes apparently, sometimes the girls left with bruises. Even gagged though he would have expected to hear something. He was out his room now and slowly, barefoot padding his way down the hall. He heard a soft sigh as he came level with the door. It caught his attention and he turned his head, wishing instantly that he hadn’t.
It seemed as Axl had slammed the door it had bounced back and laid a little open so a passerby, Duff in this case, could look in. He tried to tear his eyes away but couldn’t. He could see by the half light Axl lying on his back. One leg open to the side the other bent at the knee and arm up above his head. His hair in low ponytail. His other hand was slowly stroking himself. Duff sucked in a breath as his stomach tingled and balls tightened. Duffs own hand went between his legs and squeezed before remembering he was in the hall way. He mentally slapped himself; he was getting turned on by this!
*Ah, I’m getting turned on by Axl...turn around Duff, save your eyes!* his body screamed but he couldn’t, or wouldn’t turn around he wasn’t sure which yet. He looked left and right down the passage, the building was sleeping. He looked down as himself, his dick was noticeably hard now, and he could see it throbbing in the baggy shorts he wore to sleep. He knew he would regret it in the morning and slipped his weeping cock from his shorts. At that point he heard Axl pant and let loose a soft moan. Duff leaned against the door frame for support and began the same rhythm as Axl, concentrating on the head pulling gently on his balls.
Once over the initial shock of pleasure, Duff turned his head to look again into the room. He saw Axl put two fingers in his mouth, the other hand still working himself. Removing the spit covered fingers he slowly moved them down almost savouring the moment. He changed the angel of his hips slightly. Duff saw him move and speeded up his own manipulations knowing what Axl was about to do, he bit his lip in anticipation.
Slowly, deliberately, Axl inserted the two fingers into himself. The scent of sex was almost unbearable it was just out of his reach. He wasn’t sure if it was his own musk or Axl’s.
Axl increased the pace of his wrist. Duff wanted to go in, wanted to suck Axl everywhere. He watched Axls’ mouth open, it wasn’t long. Duff squeezed the head of his dick, panted trying to stop himself making a noise he bend almost double and caught the wad of cum in his free hand. Because of this he lost sight of Axl but head him pant and stifle of moan of his own.
Burning with guilt and sticky Duff crept back to his room. Axl, unaware that he had been spied on, opened his eyes and took a deep satisfied breath. He reached down and picked up a discarded tee-shirt from the floor and wiped himself clean. He heard the tap run in Duffs room and hoped he hadn’t been heard. The walls were like paper in this place.
Author: Screamer06
Status: COMPLETE
Pairing: Axl/Duff
Notes: for axillerose1
Warning: male/male secks
Disclaimer: Fiction. To this best of my knowledge none of these events happened. I am not associated with either Axl or Duff. I make no money from this.
Duff watched the other guys flirt then quickly leave. It never took long now Guns were signed, he laughed the first time Axl sidled up to some chick and said; “Hey beautiful, I’m in a band we’ve just signed, wanna get out of here?” soon the other guys realized they didn’t have to try so hard either. Mostly “I’m in a band, get in the van.”
Duff was drunk, and board. Never a good combination to be. He mumbled something about going to bed. The first proper bed they had the privilege of in months. They all even had their own rooms now, no sharing. You could fart and pick your nose and scratch your balls all in your own company, not that other people in the room stopped them but on your own you could really be satisfied with a job well done.
He wandered up the stairs, the hotel was small but clean and they were feed and looked after well by the staff there. None of them prying in the Guns personal business or asking for autographs which was a welcome relief. Being famous had its kicks but it also had its down side.
Duff lay down on the bed, it was a single room. Most of the Guns had single rooms apart from, that was for Axl. Axl always managed to get the best, the rest of them were just grateful. He listened to the traffic going past, the headlights briefly illuminating the aertex ceiling above him. He sighed and rolled on to his back. He room was right next door to Axl’s and Duff could hear him now. The door slammed. It wasn’t that Axl was in a bad mood, the door would be off its hinges if he was. It just seemed Axl could never been quite. Draws opened and closed, the tap was run. He could hear Axl spitting in the sink, hear the toothpaste as he dropped it. Duff figured he must be getting ready for bed.
He heard the light snap and the best springs squeak as Axl pulled the quilt over him. Duff could imagine him, rolling on to his side with his hair in a low ponytail so it didn’t tickle his face. Arranging his pillows and wiggling about. They had spent so long in the tour bus, sleeping in close quarters they knew each other’s routine as well as they’re own.
Duff folded his arms behind his head. Cars continued past strangely lulling his body relaxed, the knots in his shoulders easing. He closed his eyes and breathed deep.
His relaxation was disturbed by a tap tap tap softly against the wall. He moaned softly in frustration and put the pillow over his head. He peered out and looked at his watch; it was 1:30 am. So much for a good night’s sleep. The walls were like paper.
Tap tap tap tap tap.
He pressed the pillow closer to his head. It occurred to him that he didn’t hear anybody else come into the room. He cursed his body for reacting, he rolled over on to his stomach trying to squash the impending hard on. All he wanted was to go to sleep. He thought about asking Axl to keep it down, at least cough or something just to let Axl know he was awake.
He devised a devious plan. He would sneak out of his room, creep down the hall then loudly walk back to his room and shut the door. It seemed like a good idea, it really did. He slowly got up, throwing the covers back and crept across the room.
Tap...tap...tap....tap.
The noise had slowed down a little. It was odd he couldn’t hear girl moans, maybe Axl had gagged her. He liked to play rough sometimes apparently, sometimes the girls left with bruises. Even gagged though he would have expected to hear something. He was out his room now and slowly, barefoot padding his way down the hall. He heard a soft sigh as he came level with the door. It caught his attention and he turned his head, wishing instantly that he hadn’t.
It seemed as Axl had slammed the door it had bounced back and laid a little open so a passerby, Duff in this case, could look in. He tried to tear his eyes away but couldn’t. He could see by the half light Axl lying on his back. One leg open to the side the other bent at the knee and arm up above his head. His hair in low ponytail. His other hand was slowly stroking himself. Duff sucked in a breath as his stomach tingled and balls tightened. Duffs own hand went between his legs and squeezed before remembering he was in the hall way. He mentally slapped himself; he was getting turned on by this!
*Ah, I’m getting turned on by Axl...turn around Duff, save your eyes!* his body screamed but he couldn’t, or wouldn’t turn around he wasn’t sure which yet. He looked left and right down the passage, the building was sleeping. He looked down as himself, his dick was noticeably hard now, and he could see it throbbing in the baggy shorts he wore to sleep. He knew he would regret it in the morning and slipped his weeping cock from his shorts. At that point he heard Axl pant and let loose a soft moan. Duff leaned against the door frame for support and began the same rhythm as Axl, concentrating on the head pulling gently on his balls.
Once over the initial shock of pleasure, Duff turned his head to look again into the room. He saw Axl put two fingers in his mouth, the other hand still working himself. Removing the spit covered fingers he slowly moved them down almost savouring the moment. He changed the angel of his hips slightly. Duff saw him move and speeded up his own manipulations knowing what Axl was about to do, he bit his lip in anticipation.
Slowly, deliberately, Axl inserted the two fingers into himself. The scent of sex was almost unbearable it was just out of his reach. He wasn’t sure if it was his own musk or Axl’s.
Axl increased the pace of his wrist. Duff wanted to go in, wanted to suck Axl everywhere. He watched Axls’ mouth open, it wasn’t long. Duff squeezed the head of his dick, panted trying to stop himself making a noise he bend almost double and caught the wad of cum in his free hand. Because of this he lost sight of Axl but head him pant and stifle of moan of his own.
Burning with guilt and sticky Duff crept back to his room. Axl, unaware that he had been spied on, opened his eyes and took a deep satisfied breath. He reached down and picked up a discarded tee-shirt from the floor and wiped himself clean. He heard the tap run in Duffs room and hoped he hadn’t been heard. The walls were like paper in this place.