Freedom Part The Fifth, Part The Second...yeah
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The lights flickered past the window and Axl watched them with board eyes. It wasn’t until they turned down a small alleyway that he sat up and paid some attention. The engine switched off and the car was quite and dark for the moment. Axl pressed the button that turned on the internal microphones. “Is there a problem?” he asked, his voice tense.
“Just a moment Sir.” Came a crisp reply in a familiar sounding voice. The driver got out and walked down to the back of the car where he got in again. He removed his hat and glasses and treated Axl to a dazzling smile.
“You bastard.” Axl snarled as he started to back away.
“Stay where you are Mr. Rose.” Duff reached with lightening speed and firmly held Axl’s crotch. Axl stayed very still but Duff saw his nostrils flair in anger. Duff continued; “Slash came to see me today Axl, did you know that? Well he said you two kept coming across each other, isn’t that strange? Humm?” Axl stayed still so Duff continued; “He told me about an odd dream he had.” At that mention Duff felt Axl twitch he raised his one eye brow. “Oh Axl, did you dream of him too?”
“Fuck off Duff.”
“Ok, it seems I may be wrong.”
“Yeah smart arse you are. If he did dream then why did I see him there huh?”
Duff loosed his grip for just a moment in surprise before tightening again making Axl wince.
“Axl, all I want you to do is follow me.” Duff spoke slowly, “we’re going to get out the car and go it through that side door here, okay?”
Axl nodding vigorously as Duff tightened his grip, warning him not to say no. Duff got out the car and offered Axl his hand which was eyed suspiciously before being taken. Axl did tend to indulge Duffs little games without knowing why. Axls hands were clammy and his heart beat faster. He was lead down vaguely familiar corridors, the carpet was worn and there were deep scratches along the walls from various equipment being dragged from room to room. It smelt stale, stale people, stale smoke and stale beer. It seemed eerie being in a place that should be full of noise yet it was almost quite. No wait...what was that? A guitar hummed some random notes as the leaked from the inadequate sound proofing. The guitar sounded familiar and he unconsciously gripped Duffs hand a little tighter. They stopped at the door where the sound was coming from and Axl tried to see through the small round window in the door. He could only see a flash of black hair. He turned to Duff now with a small frown; “Bucket?”
“Better.” Duff opened the door, as Slash whirled around his pick hitting the floor as Axl as pushed though. Axl tripped on a trailing cable as he tried to right himself and fell forward, Slash lunged to catch him awkwardly as Duff locked the door.
Axl and Slash looked at each other for a moment before both running to the door, banging and shouting. When they realised that Duff was actually not intending to come back they slumped as one to the floor. They sat silently not looking at one another until Axl asked for some water.
“I fogot how stuffy these rooms are.” Axl commented to nobody in particular and undid the first four buttons of his shirt revealing the pale skin beneath.
“Oh and I suppose your studio has air conditioning.” Slash stated with sarcasm.
“It does actually.” Axl picked at a loose thread leaving Slash nowhere to go. Axl smirked “Shut you up huh?”
For some reason Slash found the situation funny “Yeah it did actually” he managed between laughter. Axl laughed too at the absurd situation. He sighed as the laughter subsided. “I’m going to miss my night out now.”
“Nobody would be surprised Axl.”
“Oi!”
“You didn’t turn up for one of your birthdays too.”
“Yeah that was your fault too.”
“How was it...oh yeah” another round of giggling before a strangely comfortable silence. Slash stole a glance at Axl’s pale skin and studied his braids and remembered how his hair used to slide through his fingers as he smoothed the knots out.
“Hey you know what, I don’t like your braids.”
“Yeah it’s too fucking hot to argue.”
“Got to try though.” Slash turned to find Axl looking at him. He noticed that Axl did have the signs of ageing though his face was still strangely youthful but his eyes looked tired and dull.
“What happened to us Axl?”
“Life Slash.” Came the simple emotionless response that Slash knew so well. It made in angry that Axl could retreat into himself so easily whereas he himself wore his emoticons on his sleeve.
“Life huh, life got in the way, what got so damn important!”
“Guns needed to go bigger, better, louder you arse that's what and you weren’t up to the job because it meant hard work.”
“Guns was fine as it was and your the arse!”
“Stop being such a prick the only reason I took over...”
“Oh fuck the only reason you took over was because your scared to not be in charge.”
They were standing now almost nose to nose as they continued yelling at each other. Duff heard the shouting and turned tail to head back to the car, they may need a little longer.
Axl was red and sweating, breathing heavily on the stale air and suddenly struck Slash as beautiful. Slash used to push Axls buttons just to make him bite, he loved it as Axl would get angry. He saw now has his lips where tensed over his straight white teeth. Slash never one to take the safe the route to leave well alone closed the distance between them and kissed Axl on the mouth. Axl was stunned his mouth left gaping.
“The heats getting to your head Slash.” Axl whispered.
“Yeah must be.” Slash grinned before kissing Axl again savagely slipping his hands down to undo the last two buttons of Axls shirt before slipping his hands in and around Axls more muscular waist.
“Slash, Slash, what are you doing?”
Axl moved back a little because Slash wouldn’t let go. “There aren’t any security cameras in here.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about, you think I’m just going to let you do this?” there was a forgiving softness in Axls voice but a tell tale hardness which Slash began to rock again gently and watched Axl bite his lip unconsciously.
“I know we can’t just go back but I’ve missed this.”
“This or me?” Axl smiled and rocked with him.
“Mostly you.” Slash lied and put his head down feigning embarrassment which Axls ego fell for hook line and sinker. Slash made his way slowly, as if he was still embarrassed, and made his way to Axls sensitive spot right below his ear. Despite the smothering atmosphere Axl instantly come up in goose bumps and Slash felt him sag slightly and guided him to the floor without taking his teeth off the thudding artery. Axl began to protest as his back hit the floor until Slash tickled the back of his neck with just the tips of his fingers.
He began to work at Axls soft cotton trousers. Any protest was soothed with soft touches as Slash worked Axls trousers off. The attempt at sitting up was quelled by kisses to his inner thighs. Slash rested his hand on Axls stomach while he worked his way up, kissing lightly at the familiar prick the shaft red and the tip hot. He lapped at the tightened scrotum his eyes flicked upward looking for permission to slip to the perineum;
“Slash no.” Came a half hearted protest which Slash ignored but held his tongue still on the tight ring of muscles he heard a gasp and began to gently wiggle it ignoring the taste. He’d never been a fan of rimming but it did get the most reluctant of partners relaxed and more than willing. He pushed his tongue in a little and felt Axls body reluctantly give in. He tensed and relaxed as Slash continued his assault.
Duff sauntered up the corridor, they had almost been an hour surly they were nearly done arguing now. He licked the powered sugar from the doughnut he clutched protectively in his hand and peeped though the port hole. He tried to keep the choking to a minimum and slunk away from the sight that had shocked him so. He hadn’t expected it to go so well. He gave himself a well done and went back to the stolen limo and prayed Gino would still be out cold.
Now that Axl was mostly jelly on the floor Slash pushed his legs up and out giving him better access.
“Touch yourself.” He mumbled as his face was pressed against Axls body.
“Wha?” was all that Axl could manage.
“I want to see.”
Axl finally understood though the fuck-fog of his brain and reached down. It was almost painful to touch and he began slowly with a light grip, as the initial shock waves subsided he gripped tighter biting his lip knowing he could get very vocally appreciative. Slash moaned at the sight and stored the sight away for future use, forgetting the taste Slash shove his tongue in and wiggled again as Axl shuddered. He moaned loudly and Slash had to grip his legs tighter to prevent a leg hitting him in the face. Slash felt the muscle clench and relax as Axl came violently.
When Axl had stopped shaking Slash let his legs drop and kneeled up.
“What about you?” Axl’s voice had dropped an octave and had a husk that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He felt Axl tug on the front of his ripped jeans.
“I’ll sort it out later.” Even though he was painfully hard he knew it would wait.
“Hey you know this doesn’t mean I’ll take the braids out right.” Axl warned from his prone position. Slash laughed;
“Nah you keep those fugly things.”
For a moment the only sound in the room was Axls shaking breath, “Ugh, now what?”
“Now we wait for Duff to come let us out.”