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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.
Sunset Love, ch. 7: Not a glance
AN: It's been a while... the weather is shit today and I'm grumpy!! Thanks for coming back -- or coming for the first time. I try to make the parts work on their own as well as being part of a longer story. Hope you like this one. xx
The chick with the low-cut top standing at the side of the dance floor had been looking up at him since the start of their set. It was quite clear from her expression what was on her mind. In between his riffs and solos, Slash was keeping an eye on her from behind his hair on stage.
It was 9 P.M. on a Tuesday night and the Whisky was almost empty. The night hadn't even really started yet. But this was what you did when you were an unknown band - you started at the bottom of the bill, early in the week.
To give him his due, Axl wasn't letting the sparse audience affect his performance. He was giving it his all, as he always did: shirt thrown aside, sweat gleaming in the stage lights, the muscles in his back tightening and relaxing along with his voice.
Slash had given up pretending to himself that he wasn't watching Axl every chance he got to do so unobserved. On stage - behind his guitar and his hair, the other guys absorbed in their playing - was the perfect place. That writhing, snake-like body, ink standing out against the whiteness of the skin, the black leather pants slung low around the hips, barely clinging on...
Axl rang out the closing notes of their new song, 'Don't Cry', and let them reverberate around the room. A few hesitant hand claps echoed around the walls and their set was over.
The girl was still there. They made eye contact again and Slash felt a rush to his groin. Relief flowed through him. He was still straight. Whatever was going on with Axl didn't make him a fag. He cocked his head towards the restroom door beside the stage and the girl gave a brief nod.
***
He buried his face in the girl's breasts and pulled her hips closer to his. She anchored her arms behind his neck and wrapped both her legs around his waist. The flimsy partitions in the Whisky toilets rattled as he began banging himself into her, pushing her against the wall to keep her up. It was skeezy but that was OK; he was into it and she certainly was too, thrusting her pelvis energetically against him and digging her nails into the skin on his back. He dragged his lips across her chest from one tit to the other, relishing the yielding softness, so different from...
He pulled his head up suddenly.
"What the fuck?" the girl gasped, her face in his shoulder. "Don't stop!"
Had he stopped? He resumed his frantic banging into her but was having trouble focusing on the task at hand. He'd been comparing this to ... how he felt doing the same thing with Axl. Jesus.
He squeezed his eyes tight and thank fucking Christ, he was about to come now... he exploded into her, clutching her buttocks tight to keep her in position. He kept thrusting til he was spent.
"Thanks, honey," he muttered, panting, as he let her down and hoisted his pants up. The girl grabbed some tissue and cleaned inside her thighs, looking none too happy.
"Yeah, really fucking great," she said, glaring. "What was that - like, twenty seconds?"
"Fuck you," he retorted, though he flushed inwardly. He knew he'd been selfish; he'd taken what he wanted from her and he just wanted to get out of there.
"Fuck YOU, asshole," she shouted and slammed the stall door behind her.
***
The next band was slamming out their first chords as he slunk out of the bathroom. More people were wandering in; cigarette smoke billowed, people's hands hung out over the balcony upstairs, some girls clustered against the front of the stage. Slash made out Duff, Izzy and Axl leaning against the bar at the other side of the room with their buddies West and Del, knocking back bottles of beer.
"Ah, here's the dirty dog," said Duff, grinning, holding out an arm as Slash approached. "Taking care of business, eh?"
They had all seen him disappear into the bathroom after the girl. The group chuckled indulgently, admiringly even.
Slash shrugged and flicked his eyes discreetly to Axl, as had become his habit. Axl was standing a little apart from the group, studying the band on stage intently. Slash mouthed 'Jack and coke' to the barman and checked back again. Yep, Axl was still acting like he wasn't there.
Slash sucked down his drink hungrily and signalled to the barman for another. He nodded along as Steven enthused to him about something, but he wasn't listening. Minutes passed and Axl's back remained firmly towards him.
Slash frowned in confusion. Sure, Axl was moody, and unexplained silences were a thing with him. This was one of those episodes, right? It couldn't be ... the girl, could it? Getting as much pussy as possible was one of their core aims as a band. Surely there was no way Axl was ... jealous?
At some point later, after several more drinks, Izzy flung his arm around Axl's shoulders, dragged him back to the group and forced him to clink bottles.
"Our position at the bottom of the bill continues uncontested!" exclaimed Izzy, lifting his drink into the air mock-heroically.
"How many was that tonight, four people?" mused Duff. "Two of them were our friends who we bribed with free beer -" he gestured to Del and West, who raised their drinks graciously - "One was that strung-out guy by the door who clearly hadn't a fucking clue where he was, and the other was that girl who just came to fuck Slash."
Axl looked away sharply, examining the ceiling. Everyone else was too drunk to notice, or care. But Slash knew now. It was the fucking girl.
"Better than our first gig," said Steve. "The Troubadour, before Seattle? Two people - the bar manager and that random guy who said he thought we were gonna be some other band?"
"Your fan base is growing, then," declared Del. "I call that progress." More cheering and clinking bottles.
Slash wanted to leave, wanted to get Axl on his own and demand to know what the fuck was going on, but the guys were in roaring form and the drinks were coming thick and fast. It was easier to just stay.
The headlining band came on, the club had filled to capacity, bodies packed in, the music and noise deafening - and their collective cash had dried up.
"Back to the Sunset and Gardner Hotel and Villas!" roared Steve, throwing his arm around Slash's neck. Slash had loosened up a bit. The knots in his shoulders were relaxing and he could talk more. Thank fuck for that. He didn't care as much about things with plenty of alcohol on board. He headed for the door with the rest of them, not casting a glance at Axl.
***
AN: It took a while to get this part right. I really want to hear what you think of it - it's harder to write tension than the lovey-dovey stuff :) Please leave me a comment.
Sunset love ch. 6: Inside
AN: Welcome back! I've been working on this part for a while... here it is.
Slash felt Axl's weight lifting off his chest. His knees were pushed up and back towards his ears. Axl's hands moved feather-light down Slash's thighs to his ass. Discomfort flashed through Slash as his ass cheeks spread. He had never felt so exposed before.
"I'm spitting, OK?" came Axl's throaty whisper. Slash nodded again. A slick, wet finger pressed to his opening and he whimpered involuntarily.
"Is this OK?" said Axl, pausing.
Christ, his concern was so arousing. Slash nodded again and the finger pressed in, inside his body, farther in now, creating pressure deep in his groin and at his lower back that was so alien, so strange, but... good. Axl slid his finger out a little only to push into Slash's hole again, this time with two fingers. Slash jerked with a jolt of pain as his ass stretched inside. Axl's breath was at his ear.
"Good pain?"
"I - don't know," Slash whispered back. His fingers were clamped to Axl's back and his head rested against his sweat-slicked chest. "Try again."
The pressure came again, slowly, so slowly. Slash felt Axl's finger press into him again. It hurt and he flinched. Axl instantly pulled out.
"Sorry, I - " said Slash, flushing inwardly. He cursed himself. He had said he wanted it, now he was wasn't sure.
"Hold on," whispered Axl. Slash felt him kneel up again and push himself off. Slash frowned. Had he ruined it?
Slash heard rummaging - it sounded like fabric. Then Axl was back, his mouth over Slash's again, hot breath in his face.
"I got this earlier," came the deep voice. "Lube."
Slash slowly understood.
"I - I was hoping, you know..." said Axl, then trailed off. Slash flushed, this time with pleasure. Axl had gone to the trouble - and embarrassment - of getting lube. He really wanted to be with him.
"It's OK," whispered back Slash, his hand reaching for Axl's face. "I - want to."
More rustling, then pressure again. Axl's fingers were much smoother this time. They slipped inside him, still slowly. Slash gasped. It was - it was still weird but... good.
"Better?" said Axl, pausing.
Slash nodded, biting his lips together. He felt Axl's fingers push farther inside him, then curl. The most intense sensation he had ever experienced shot through his body. He gasped and jerked his head up.
"You like that, baby?"
Axl's voice was deeper than ever, arousal reverberating in every syllable. Slash could barely nod.
"I'm going to push in now, OK?"
Slash nodded again. He felt a release of pressure as Axl withdrew his fingers, then stroke more lube around and inside his entrance. Axl moved his hands and supported himself on them, his hair hanging into Slash's face.
Slash felt intense pressure at his hole as Axl pushed into him again but this was different, so different, in such a fucking good way. A whole new sensation invaded him and Slash braced himself with his elbows, pulling his knees up more and raising his hips to meet Axl's, which were grinding against his crotch now, plunging deeper into him. A little pain again but Slash thrust himself forward some more, chasing the incredible pleasure from a few moments before. Axl moaned in delight at Slash's response and thrust forward again and again. He felt Axl's cock pulsate inside him. He pressed his face into Axl's, the other man's hot breath in his mouth, their foreheads together, and he thought he would die of intimacy.
Axl's body began to shudder and Slash realised Axl was losing control, that his hips were pushing on their own now. The shuddering grew faster and the thrusting harder. Finally, Axl slammed into him, their skin melded together, hot, wet bursts shooting deep inside him as Axl collapsed on top of him, whispering in his ear in an otherworldly voice, "Slash, oh fuck, oh Slash, Slash..."
Hands, hair, mouths, lips, legs, skin, sweat...
Slash let his whole body fall back, Axl on top of him, and knew he never wanted to let this feeling go.
AN: Hope you liked this part! It's a new phase for the characters now, I'm not quite sure where they will go next... xxx
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. 1: Roomies
"Fuck! This stuff weighs a fucking ton," grunted Duff, shoving the bass drum into place at the back of the room. Steven twisted the screws on the hi-hat and gave it a little roll with his fingers. A pleased grin crossed his face.
"That's me all set up," he said, throwing himself onto his stool and spinning his sticks in the air. Izzy scowled as he bent to plug in his Marshall amp.
"At least this place has fucking electricity," he grumbled. He threw his guitar strap over his head and banged out a few chords. He grimaced and crouched down at the amp. "Yeah, the sound in here blows."
Duff was picking out rumbling notes on his bass, his head to one side. "Hey, this place is costing us four Benjamins a month," he replied. "Let's appreciate it, yeah?" He looked across the room as someone came in. "Speaking of which, you gonna get me your share of that, Axl, yeah?"
Axl had his head down, hands in pockets, sheets of red hair shielding his face as he kicked a lump of concrete on the floor.
"Yeah, sure, man," he replied absent-mindedly after a moment. He looked up, sweeping his hair back out of his eyes. He surveyed the room and pursed his lips. "It sure ain't the Sunset Hyatt," he said moodily.
Duff rolled his eyes and stretched out his arms. "What's with you guys, pissin' and fussin'?" he demanded. "We had to twist the guy's arm to even let us have it. Quit bitchin' and let's do what we're here to do."
The others mumbled assent and continued setting up. Electric twangs, beats and thumps filled the space, disappearing into the bare-brick walls.
"Where's Slash?" asked someone.
"He's here," said Slash, who had just dashed in the metal door. He stomped across to the other side of the room from Izzy and set down his guitar case and amp. "What'd I miss?"
He looked around at the other four. "Hey, Axl, you still got no PA?"
Axl was mooching in a corner, hands still in his pockets, whistling scraps of tunes. "Fuck you," he shot back, "You know I don't."
"Right, so, how we gonna hear you?"
"Guess you'll have to stand right up next to me if you wanna hear me," said Axl in his smooth, deep voice, tilting his chin at Slash. The others watched warily. Axl may have been small and skinny, but they knew his temper, and his fists.
Slash said nothing. Guitar on, he strummed out the opening chords of the new song they were working on. Like the others, he grimaced at the awful acoustics in the room, then grinned.
He was playing it cool, as always, but Slash was psyched that they finally had a place of their own to rehearse, day and night, whenever they wanted. This was going to take the band to the next level, he thought. The level where they could get a whole set down and really start pushing to play the clubs on Sunset, and beyond. He already had an idea in his head for their band logo. Two guns, their handles intertwined with two thorny roses.
"We ready?" came Axl's voice, cutting through his thoughts. Duff gave the nod to Steven, who clapped his sticks together, and they were off.
***
They played until they were too hungry and tired to go on.
"I'm outta here," called Duff, swinging off his guitar. "I promised Mandy I'd take her to the Rainbow tonight. Who's coming?"
Steven was already up from his drum kit and at Duff's side. Izzy mumbled about having to go see someone and was gone. Duff looked from Axl to Slash, then laughed.
"Right. You guys live here." He was grinning madly. "So this is like, your first night in your new home? Like a house-warming?"
"Fuck off," muttered Slash through a cloud of smoke and turned towards his amp. Axl said nothing, just lit his own cigarette and blew out a long lungful, staring at the wall. For a moment Duff thought he caught something of what Axl was thinking. Duff knew he sometimes slept rough around West Hollywood: stairwells, doorways. This place was a roof over his head.
"Just fuckin' with ya," said Duff easily. "See you guys tomorrow sometime."
He and Steven stepped out into the alley and left into Gardner Street, the thrill of their new rehearsal space putting a spring in their step as they headed towards Sunset Boulevard.
There was silence in the room for a while as Slash and Axl smoked, perching on amps, looking around at the place that was newly theirs: four bare cinder block walls and a sheet metal roof. It was storage space, advertised as such; they hadn't exactly made it clear to the owner that they were a rock band intending to rehearse. The guy had made a big deal out of the fact that there were electricity sockets and a shared toilet in the lot.
The floor was bare concrete. The drum kit and guitars looked odd, standing around unused. It was 10 P.M. on an August evening, the sun had gone down and the day's heat was seeping out of the walls. The reality of their situation was beginning to dawn.
"Guess we shoulda got ... mattresses or something," said Axl, looking around.
Slash chuckled, nodding. "Yeahhh," he drawled. He reached over to a paper bag by the wall and pulled out a familiar brown bottle.
"'Least we got our friend Jack to keep us company."
Axl looked up at Slash and smiled slowly.
Slash busied himself popping the lid, taking a swig and handing it over. He felt suddenly weird - was he embarrassed, shy? It was true that he and Axl hadn't spent a lot of time together since Axl moved out of Slash's mom's house a while back. But that smile of Axl's - it looked like it had been more than just a casual facial expression. Or was he imagining things?
Slash knocked back more of the Jack, passing it back and forth to Axl. It did its magic, as usual - with every swig, the awkwardness he felt faded. He knew that many people drank to feel different, to feel less like themselves. He did it to feel less awkward, more sociable - more like himself.
Fortunately, Axl was a good talker. It never took much to set him off on one of his long, rambling musings about life, music, art, whatever he was digging at the moment. Slash provided nods and comments here and there as that voice filled the small space.
What a voice, he thought. Many singers he knew had speaking voices that didn't resemble their singing at all. Axl was different. When he spoke, the tones were just as smooth and deep as when he sang. Thoughts of thick caramel and warm, melting chocolate came into Slash's mind. He found himself trying not to stare too long at Axl's face, especially his lips as they moved. He noted their feminine curves and their natural pout.
Suddenly Slash realised what he was thinking and was annoyed with himself. What was he, a fucking fag? He took another gulp. It must be the whisky. He shivered.
"Yeah, it's getting fucking cold, man," said Axl. He cast around the room and squinted into a corner where Duff had propped his bass. "Hey - what we got here," said Axl, jumping to his feet and picking something up from the floor. He held it up. It was Duff's voluminous red and black leather trench coat. He had brought it from Seattle and thought it was the coolest thing ever.
Axl spread the coat down on the floor by the wall and lay down. He closed his eyes and appeared to be going to sleep.
Slash seized up with awkwardness again. He drained the last drop from the bottle.
"Sure as hell beats the fucking Tower Video stairwell," said Axl with closed eyes.
Slash said nothing.
"You going to sleep or what?" said Axl.
Slash got up and flicked off the light. He moved warily in the dark towards where Axl lay. He crouched down and clumsily stretched himself out on the leather coat, leaving as much space as possible between himself and Axl.
"Night, fucker," came Axl's voice, sounding half-asleep already.
"Fuck you," fired back Slash, turning onto his side, away from the other man.
It might have been better than a stairwell but it was still fucking uncomfortable. Slash dozed fitfully, turning to one side then the other against the concrete, his drunken mind filled with disturbing half-dreams. At one point, God knows what time, he jerked awake as he felt something heavy on his chest. He gradually realised it was Axl's arm.
The other man appeared to be sleeping deeply, his steady breathing coming through his nose.
Slash froze. He clenched his teeth in anger. We fucking agreed this wouldn't happen again, he thought.
Some blue sketches of Slash from my sketchbook :) 👾🤘
I've gotten really into Guns n' Roses but not really their music, just the people. Is that weird?
What I'm trying to say is you can probably expect more gnr fanart 😅
I like my michelle tho, its a good song :D
Anyway have a great day! :DD
fine ass old men <3
taken from gnr’s official instagram
UGH I JUST NEED IZZY RIGHT NOW IM NOT EVEN KIDDING😣😣😣😣 #comebackhomethekidsmissyoubabe
Don't leave us ♡
Hello everyone, dear Gnr community, how have you been?.I don't usually publish because I'm just a small medium for some interviews or stories about the band.(mostly about Izzy Stradlin)
However, I am a VERY active person on Tumblr, I'm browsing here all the time, and thanks to that I have noticed a lot of hate in the Guns'n Roses community, for some reason many Anonymous people have appeared to throw hate at Gnr accounts.
All of this is causing many to leave this app, it really is something so sad, knowing that there are not many of us who publish here about rock and Gnr, (I know there are accounts, but the ones that were most active are filling up). It is sad to see how all those people full of poison and hatred achieve their goal.
I just ask that if you see someone who is receiving hate from those cowardly people, leave a sweet message on their account, obviously if you don't feel comfortable just do it in the options anon or just give it a heart on a post , just by leaving your support in some way you show that account that there are more people who are interested in what it publishes.
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I know you might be ignoring this, but I at least wanted to make it clear that I support all the Guners, and if you need anything, just write me something in my questions box.
Hi I'm Betty!, my first language is not English, so...if you see any mistake or something doesn't worck in this text, let me know and I will correct my mistake, Honey ♡
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♫ Bad Obsession- Demo ♪
Hi Sweeties, a few days ago I was searching for some stuff on YouTube and found a demo of 'Bad Obsession', the one where only Izzy sings. I'll leave you with a minute of the song and the link in case you want to listen to it in full (the audio isn't the best):
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Song link:
https://youtu.be/GYfZr0QkIdM?si=-EJllF2JU4IKhHeG
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If you notice, this shows that Izzy from the beginning compose music like his solo music or with Izzy Stradlin And the Juju Hounds, only that he made it something "more rock" for what it represents Gnr.
What do you think of this demo?
Hi I'm Betty!, my first language is not English, so...if you see any mistake or something doesn't worck in this text, let me know and I will correct my mistake, Honey ♡.
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♫Conflict with the reunion♪
Probably most of you know this, but I think it's not a bad idea to tell it again.
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When the return of the original members of GNR was planned.When they were already confirming who would be there, it was announced that Izzy would not be on this tour and things began to be speculated.
Axl and Duff gave an interview where they talked about the reunion that the old members had. In all this, Axl confused people when he said the reason why Izzy would not be in the reunion.
Axl:"I don't know what to say about Izzy, it's like having a conversation that goes one way and the next day it goes the other way. It's not that I want to be mean to him, it's just that he is like that."
However, Izzy didn't agree with what Axl said and he answered.
Izzy:'"That's a lie, they didn't want to share the loot equally. Better to move on."
One of the speculations that was said, is that at one point, when they were about to reach an agreement and have everyone go on the tour, one of them asked for more money(Axl, Duff or Slash). I note that this is repeated a few times, but I don't really see it as confirmed, take it as you will.
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I'm not naming Steven here because he had already said "no", he had some health problems with his spine and he wouldn't be able to attend the tour (although he was able to make some appearances at some shows during the tour).
Hi!, I'm Betty, my first language is not English, so...if you see any mistake or something doesn't worck in this text, let me know and I will correct my mistake, Honey ♡.
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An interview in the beginning
I found an interview from the beginning of the band. I'm bringing it here so you can see a bit of the humor and sarcasm that Izzy had.
Axl spoke most of the interview in a low, somewhat serious voice, while Izzy was in the background making comments like:"We don't care about that", "That's a stupid question", "Next" or "Fuck your interview".
On the other hand, Duff seemed drunk, Steven was trying to flirt with a girl who was there and Slash seemed to be the mediator trying to solve the band's problems.
The interviewer (a woman) began to ask the ages of the members, everyone looked seriously at each other, until they spoke:
Axl:"Sure, we'll reveal our ages."
Duff:"Yeah, we don't care, I'm nineteen years old"
Axl:"I am twenty-four"
Slash:"No, Duff is twenty-two and I'm nineteen"
Izzy:"This is really not relevant..."
Slash:"Come on, say it..."
Izzy:"Axl isn't twenty-four, he's a million years old! He's seen it all!"
The interviewer: "Now let's go with the real ages"
Izzy:"What about the shit about ages? We don't care about that shit"
Slash:Izzy is twenty-three and Steven is twenty-one"
Izzy:"Write that for the Rainbow, so they'll let us through."
(...)
Slash:"Yes, I mean...I loved my dog"
Izzy:"But then the dog died and now he has Steven!"
Steven:"Oh fuck you!"
Hi!, I'm Betty, my first language is not English, so...if you see any mistake or something doesn't worck in this text, let me know and I will correct my mistake, Honey ♡.
★Thanks for reading☆