Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. The author does not own any of the following names or personalities. The author does not imply that the people mentioned within would act or have acted in the ways depicted. No money has been made from this.

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Oh shit. You'll never believe what Axl did to me for Valentine's Day.

He came home with this mysterious brown paper bag, right? And then like two minutes after he walked in the door, he had me backed up against the refrigerator kissing me. It was fucking great. He never does that. He always waits until we're safely locked up in the bedroom.

So he kissed me, wrapped his arms around me, started leading me in the direction of the stairs. At that point, I was fucking excited. Drilling a hole through my jeans. And I got to watch his cute little ass swing as he climbed the stairs.

Fuck.

We finally got to the bedroom. He pushed me through the door kissing me, not letting go until we got to the edge of the bed. Then he pushed me down, climbed on top of me, and started grinding on me. I wondered what had gotten him so worked up.

Then all of a sudden he hopped up, paper bag still in hand, and locked the door. When he came back to the bed, he pulled his shirt off, sticking the bag between his legs to do so. I wondered what he had in there that he didn't want to risk putting it down. "Take yours off too," he commanded. I pulled my t-shirt off without hesitation.

Then he sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned in real close to me. I thought he was going to kiss me again but instead he whispered, "I made a new friend tonight." He covered my crotch with his hand and squeezed. Then he licked my ear. "He wants to blow you."

I pulled back and looked Axl in the eye. "What?"

Axl just grinned at me and reached into the paper bag.

And pulled out a red stuffed dragon with gold spikes, white felt teeth, and huge black eyes. "What is that?" I asked him, a little confused.

"This is my friend." Axl turned the dragon over to expose a wide slit in its underbelly. Then he shoved his hand inside. He held the dragon puppet up to my face and wiggled its tongue with his fingers. I couldn't help it. I laughed.

"Hey man, don't laugh." Axl smiled. "You're going to hurt his feelings. He's got it bad for you." Axl made the dragon hump my shoulder. "Take off your pants."

Shaking my head, I unzipped and tugged my jeans off. Meanwhile, Axl was fishing in the top drawer of the bedside stand, his back to me. I was naked now and getting more and more aroused watching his back muscles flex under that smooth, pale skin. I hooked my finger in his belt loop and tugged.

Axl turned his head and winked at me, then produced a condom and a tube of lubricant. He tossed them on the bed beside me and then climbed up next to me, gathering up the dragon puppet again and resting its claws on my thigh. "You wanna know why he's hot for you?" Axl asked me, his eyes locked on mine. I nodded.

"Because, when he sees you onstage-- wild, sweaty, half-naked, sexy as hell, with your fingers on fire and that cigarette smoke coming out of your nose, he knows you're a dragon too."

Then Axl took a breath and kissed me again, the force of it bruising my lips and making me groan. "Lean back."

I did as he asked.

Axl picked up the lube, uncapped it, squirted some into his hand, and began rubbing my cock with it. That just about sent me through the roof. I moaned.

"You like that?" Axl kissed my neck. I nodded frantically. "Good," he said. Then he wiped the lube off his fingers with a tissue and reached for the condom. He opened it and rolled it down over my cock. While he was doing that, I reached for his fly. He scooted out of my reach. "Not just yet." He grinned at me.

Once the condom was on, he began stroking my cock again. With the generous amount of lube Axl had applied, it felt fantastic. I reached for Axl again. This time, he pushed his crotch into my hip and put his head on my chest, his hot lips against my nipple. "Oh, fuck," I breathed.

Then Axl stopped tugging at my cock. He rose to his knees on the bed and unzipped his fly. I could see the head of his erect cock peeking out, red and leaking pre-cum. I reached for Axl's jeans to pull them down over his ass. He pushed my hands away. "Not yet."

I was getting frustrated. I'm sure it was written all over my face, because Axl looked down at me and smirked. Then he picked up the puppet and straddled my thighs. He leaned down and placed his hand by my shoulder to brace himself. Then he took the hand occupied by the puppet and placed it on my chest. "Just look at him, Slash." Axl cocked the puppet's head at me. "He wants to make you come."

Then Axl moved the puppet's head to my nipple. Pushed the soft, velvety tongue out and ran it around and around and overtop until my nipple was erect and tingling. Then he moved to the other side of my chest and repeated the motion. Then he made the dragon lick my belly, softly running its tongue around my navel. Then the dragon nudged my cock with its snout and dipped underneath to lick my balls. I looked at Axl. His mouth was open and he was panting softly, running the puppet's tongue along the insides of my thighs.

Seeing him so aroused, looking at my body as if he wanted to devour me...the soft, maddening strokes of the puppet's tongue...the head of Axl's cock, getting as red as the dragon itself... "Please! Please take me."

Axl looked me in the eyes, his own eyelids drooping with lust. Then he clamped the puppet's mouth around my cock.

Who would have predicted that watching a puppet give me a blowjob would turn me on so much? I was getting close, moaning incoherently and thrusting my hips. Axl was getting rougher with his strokes; I could feel his fingers through the fabric of the puppet. Another look at Axl's straining cock was enough to send me over the edge. I closed my eyes, imagining for a second that the little dragon was real, that it was swallowing my come, and that I had Axl's cock in my mouth, sucking him, tasting him, making him moan.

The next thing I felt was Axl peeling the condom off and wiping my cock with a towel. I opened my eyes. Axl had his unoccupied hand stuffed down his jeans, stroking himself. I sat up and tackled him. He didn't resist me. I peeled his jeans off and then finally, finally, wrapped my lips around his cock.

He might have lasted two minutes.

I curled up around him and brushed his hair out of his face. "Happy Valentine's Day, you kinky fucker."

Axl smiled at me. "Yeah, but you know you loved it."

"Yeah." We looked into each other's eyes for a long time. Then I laid my head on his shoulder and snuggled tight against him. I felt his fingers brushing through my hair, soothing me to sleep.

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