Guns Fic
Axl slumped on the slightly musty sofa and groaned, pulling the band out his hair and running his hand through it before letting it fall free. Duff was sitting on the floor, his back against the same sofa. His eyes glued to the small TV. Hearing Axl groan he looked round. Axl had curled up and Duff moved to sit a little away from him.
“That bad huh?”
“Duff, I hate my job, I hate my boss and I hate his cheating wife.”
Axl looked pale and tired, Duff became concerned.
“Have you eaten?”
“I had lunch.”
That would have to do, Axl did eat but rarely. Duff leaned back against the cushions.
“Come here, give me your feet.”
“Huh, my feet?”
“Yes numb nuts your feet.” Axl looked confused making Duff smile, “Come on peachy man fuzz, gimme them toeses.”
“Have you been drinking?”
“I’m not drunk if that's what you mean, feet.” Duff patted his lap. Axl relented, uncurling his legs and putting them on Duffs lap. Duff took Axls socks off as Axl put a cushion on his stomach hugging it, “I been at work dude.” He warned,
“Well it’s not like you smell is it, you’re always in that shower.” It was true Axl spent lots of time in the shower taking care of himself and personal hygiene. Axl let his head fall to the side leaning on the couch and giving in to Duffs strong hands. Duff was good at massage, usually Axl avoided having his feet touched at all costs because he was very ticklish there, but Duff used the right amount of pressure and his hands were warm. Axl felt his eyes drift shut.
Duff felt the legs in his lap relax and continued his manipulations he turned to Axl seeing him fast asleep Duff allowed himself a little smile and continued the slow circular movements. Growing board and with Axl asleep he had nobody to talk to he spied a bottle of bright pink nail polish. Not sure how it got there, not that he cared much, he picked it up. A quick glance told him Axl was still out he began painting Axl’s toenails the shocking pink. It was the first time he had considered a foot, studied it properly. He liked girls’ feet. Not that he told anybody mind, people would think it was weird or something. But he had been known, in the heat of passion, to put wiggly girl toes in his mouth. He was partial to shiny patient leather shoes. He noticed Axl had little feet, for a guy. He wasn’t surprised they were rather feminine. He looked at Axl again, still asleep.
His face could rival that of a women and his hair made girls jealous. He looked back at the feet in his lap, applying a second coat of polish. Long toes twitched a little as Axl woke. Duff didn’t notice. He was too busy salivating, his loins twitching.
Once his eyes had adjusted Axl looked at Duff;
“Dude..” Duff jumped guilty at being caught out; “Were you...dude do you have a thing for...Duff your very strange you know that?” Axl asked gently frowning.
Floundering Duff lamely replied; “No I just like pink.” Axl noticed his feet for the first time, the garish pink on his nails.
“What the hell did you do that for?” He lifted one leg up and away, putting his foot on the floor and looking down at it. Duff unconciously held on to that other foot still on his lap. Axl noticed when he tried to pull away the distinctive lump against his ankle. Shocked he opened and closed his mouth several times before composing himself, seeming to think.
“Axl I...ugh...”
Duff was cut short Axl moved his foot a couple of inches and pressed lightly into Duffs crotch. One eyebrow raised quizzically. Duff could say no more, he didn’t trust himself. His secret had been found out and he would have to endure any teasing that came with it.
“Now, Duff” Axl began mock serious, “This can be used for future black mail, you know that right?” Axl made his point very clear by pressing harder. Duff could only nod, biting his lower lip. It wasn’t enough to make him let go of Axls ankle though. Axl leaned leisurely on his hand, his elbow on the arm of the sofa. “You like that, huh Duff?” he asked gently wiggling his toes. Duff could only whimper. “Tell me Duff, tell me you like it.”
Suddenly flushing hot his heart pounding in his throat making his voice husky and cracking “I like it.”
A wide grin spread across Axls face, “Good I’m glad you like it. Take your top off Duff.”
With shaky hands Duff slipped his top over his head. “Unbutton your jeans Duff.” It was not a request but was delivered like one. Hesitating Duff popped open the button and slipped the zipper down filling his ears with the distinct metallic grinding sound and waited. He looked to Axl for instruction and noticed that “little red” (as his bosses wife affectingly referred to him) was looking rather hot and bothered himself. “Take it out for me.” He whispered. Duff did as he was asked.
Axl rested his cool foot against Duff rock hard cock the contact making him moan as he heard Axl breathe a little faster. Axl continued to bend and flex his toes pressing Duffs dick to his stomach before letting go. Duff winced at the loss of contact.
“What do you want Duff, tell me.” Duff was unable to say anything Axl prompted sternly, “Michal, look at me!” He snapped and Duff slid his glazed eyes up to Axls pretty face, “Beg me.” Axl snarled pressing his painted toes now to Duffs balls.
Duff gasped and garbled his pleas feeling every bit ashamed. Axl placed his foot again at Duffs shaft firmly and began flexing his toes again so slowly that the movement was nearly imperceptible.
“ohhhhh, faster please....” Duff began to shake slightly with anticipation.
“No!” Axl continued his relaxed pace enjoying the power over Duff. He began up and down movements letting his toes do most of the work slowly wiggling and squeezing. Several times he stopped and laughed lightly at Duff before continuing his slow manipulations. It was the most wonderful and intense torture Duff had ever experienced. He would be ready to explode if only bloody Axl would go faster. Axls head snapped up at the sound of a familiar engine.
“Slash is home, he’ll catch us.” Impossibly the thought of being caught only served to excite Duff more. “You have to cum now...cum for me, before Slash catches you.” Duff let loose a loud panting moan as he came all over his stomach.
Slash was walking up the steps now as Duff cleaned the cum of his chest and Axls foot. Slash fumbled for his keys in the dark. Duff took deep breaths as he tried to compose himself before disappearing to the bathroom. Slash walked in the front door and into the front room. Took in the sight of Axl, his legs stretched out on the sofa.
“Ax?”
“Yeah.”
“How come your toe nails are bright pink?”
Duff hovered by the door looking very guilty, Axl replied coolly, “I like pink.”