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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Lightning struck somewhere nearby, illuminating the street in front of the hotel for a moment. Kirk sprinted toward the large glass doors that opened into the hotel lobby. His heart felt like it was going to explode. He tried not to show it in front of the guys, but thunderstorms freaked him out a little bit. Okay, a lot. Especially when they were so close and so violent.

Kirk caught his breath and looked down at his clothes. Shirt and jeans completely soaked. He scowled, striding toward the elevator. Just as he was about to press the button to go up, the lobby was pitched into darkness. He jumped a little, noting the silence, too, as the mechanical hum of the hotel's generator no longer provided the white noise his ears had grown accustomed to. Kirk sighed deeply and headed toward the stairwell.

The dark, creepy stairwell that he would have to climb all the way up to the fifth floor. Kirk shuddered at the thought of it.

Taking a deep breath, Kirk stepped into the inky blackness and located the hand rail. He mounted the first step and began counting in his head, numbering each step. His eyes were adjusting to the darkness, and he could now read the big floor numbers posted beside the doors. He finally reached the fifth floor, heart pounding in his ears. He'd found that he had begun repeating each step number to the beating of his heart. 'Eight-y, eight-y, eight-y...' He jerked the door to the fifth floor open and practically hurled himself through it.

Right into the path of a man, the outline of his figure murky in the darkness.

Kirk yelped.

"Whoa, dude, it's okay."

Kirk recognized that voice. "Slash?"

"Kirk?"

Kirk giggled. It sounded strange to his own ears. It was just Slash. Friendly, easy-going Slash. He felt embarrassed at his earlier thoughts, thoughts of knife wielding maniacs and hideous, rotting faces. It was just a power outage. Maybe all those horror movies really _were_ warping his brain.

"Yeah, sorry I bumped into you like that."

Kirk thought he could see Slash grinning. "No problem man, it's pitch black."

"What are you up to? On your way out?"

"No, I'm just wandering around."

"Yeah, I was just on my way back to my room." Kirk desperately tried to think of a reason to keep Slash talking to him. The hallway was so dark it seemed to have no end as Kirk peered past Slash in the direction of his room.

"Hey, Kirk, I meant to tell you, you guys were really awesome tonight."

Kirk mentally breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks. You guys did a good job, too."

"Thanks." Slash smiled again; Kirk could see his teeth. "You wanna hang out tonight? I mean, if you just wanted to go back to your room and wind down, that's cool-"

"No, sure, yeah." Kirk blushed. "I don't have any plans. You want something to drink? I'll bet the stuff in the mini-fridge is still cold."

"Sure!"

Kirk smiled as they walked down the hall to his room. Now he wouldn't have to sit alone and contemplate all the freaky things that went along with the thunderstorm. Plus, he would get to hang out with Slash, who was cool. And cute too, even though there wouldn't be any way to enjoy that particular aspect of him in the darkness.

Kirk unlocked the door and pushed it open. He took a few careful steps inside, with Slash following behind him.

There was a thud.

"Fuck!" Slash grabbed Kirk's shoulder, scrambling to keep himself on his feet.

Kirk felt around with his toe for the object that had tripped Slash. "Shit, that was my suitcase."

Slash laughed. "Didn't mean to grab you like that, dude." He paused. "But that probably would have happened sooner or later, right?"

"What would have happened sooner or later? You tripping? Or you grabbing me?" Kirk poked Slash in the side.

Slash laughed again. "Who knows? I may be a little drunk."

Kirk grinned broadly. "Just a little?"

"Yeah...I hadn't managed to empty the mini-bar yet by the time Axl chased me out of the room. Plus, before that, I'd already had...what the fuck was it? I, um... had a few before that."

Still grinning, Kirk said, "I thought Axl usually had his own room."

"He does, and he's pissed this time because the hotel fucked up the reservations and me and him have to share. I couldn't put up with all the whining after the power went out so I decided to wander around."

"You seem to handle it well."

"Heh, yeah."

They were both silent for a few seconds, listening to the sounds of the storm.

"The bed doesn't seem too threatening," Kirk said, leading Slash there by his arm. Depositing Slash on the mattress, Kirk reached for the buttons of his still soaked shirt, removing it and laying it over the back of the chair beside the bed. In the meantime, Slash had felt his way to the window.

"Maybe, if I pull up the blinds, we can have a little light in here." Slash fumbled for the rope that would pull the blinds up.

Kirk turned to assist Slash. With some struggle, they managed to raise the blinds. The storm raged outside, clouds hiding the moon, rain pouring down in torrents. Lightning struck in the alley outside the hotel, and Kirk jumped. Slash caught Kirk around his waist and pulled him closer. Kirk cursed silently. Slash was going to think he was some kind of pussy. He took in a deep breath. "I'm sorry. It's just that these big thunderstorms really freak me out."

Slash slid his arm up from Kirk's waist and patted Kirk's shoulder. "That's okay. There are things that freak me out a lot too. Like seeing Axl when he wakes up in the morning."

Kirk laughed and looked up at Slash's face, trying to decipher his expression.

Slash smiled at him. "Hey, you wanna play a game? Keep your mind off all that out there?"

"A game?"

"Yeah. How many fingers am I holding up?"

Kirk laughed. "Fuck, Slash, I don't know, it's too da-"

Kirk was cut off by Slash's fingers encircling his wrist. "Feel." Then Slash let go.

Kirk reached forward, finding warm fabric. He pressed his fingers against it and slid his hand down, finally identifying it as Slash's t-shirt. He could feel the contours of Slash's muscled chest underneath the cloth. Kirk blushed, fantasizing about a shirtless Slash, chest glistening with sweat. He imagined Slash tossing all those curls back over his shoulder and lifting a bottle of water to his lips, a few droplets escaping and rolling down his neck. Kirk imagined leaning in to lick them off. Lost in these thoughts, Kirk didn't notice the soft sound of a zipper being pulled down. Slash gently wrapped his fingers around Kirk's wrist again and led him lower.

Kirk stepped back into reality, jerked his head up. "Right. Your fingers. Let me at 'em." He felt soft skin under his fingertips as Slash let go of his wrist again. Kirk brushed his fingers over it, mapping the contours. He grinned wickedly. This was definitely Slash's cock. "Gee, Slash, I don't think this is your finger."

"Are you sure?" Slash's breathing became ragged as Kirk's fingers played over his dick.

"I don't know yet-- gimme a second." Kirk wrapped his fingers around Slash's cock, sliding down the length of it, and then sliding underneath to his balls. He had to tug the flaps of Slash's jeans down a little to ease his hand fully underneath them. Kirk's stomach jumped with excitement. He couldn't believe he was actually fondling Slash. He wondered for a moment if Slash had led his hand there as a joke.

Slash's response removed any doubt. "Ohh, I fucking love this game." His cock was hardening now in Kirk's hand. He wrapped his arm around Kirk's waist again and pulled him close, leaning down to press his lips against Kirk's. Kirk kissed back fiercely, yanking Slash's jeans down over his ass, backing him up toward the edge of the bed. He pushed Slash down onto the sheets, climbing up after him and straddling his thighs. It was almost surreal, he thought. A minute ago they were just standing by the window, and now Slash was spread out underneath him on the bed, ready to fuck.

"Oh, fuck." Slash gasped, clawing Kirk's jeans down and squeezing his ass. Kirk smiled. Hot damn. He pushed Slash's hands away and pulled his jeans the rest of the way off. He tossed them toward the chair he had draped his shirt over, and then removed Slash's jeans too. Kirk waited until Slash pulled his t-shirt over his head to wrap his arms around Slash's torso, shivering as Slash's erect nipples rubbed against his chest. He leaned in close, breathing in the scent of Slash's hair, and licked Slash's ear.

A series of little moans escaped Slash's throat-- he was almost purring. Kirk buried his fingers in that thick mass of curls and tipped Slash's head back to lick at his throat. Slash whimpered, muscles relaxing under Kirk's touch. Kirk pushed Slash down onto the bed and kissed him roughly.

Slash pushed his hips up, grinding his hard cock against Kirk's. Kirk groaned, his body pulsing with excitement. Slash responded with a sloppy kiss, his tongue pushing into Kirk's mouth.

Kirk broke away and sucked in a breath.

Slash panted, wrapping his legs around Kirk's waist, bucking against him. He blinked up at Kirk's face. Then he wrapped Kirk's hair around his fingers and pulled Kirk's head down to kiss him again.

Kirk loved the way Slash's body felt sliding against his, sweat slick between them. The room was sweltering now, humidity finally overtaking the last remnants of cool air left over from the dead air conditioner. Kirk sucked in the heavy air and bucked against Slash, writhed against him, tried to touch as much of that firm, wiry body as he could.

Slash moaned at the contact. "Fuck, I'm gonna come all over you, Kirk." Slash wrapped his arms tight around Kirk, trying to make him stop wiggling. Kirk felt a few hot breaths puff over his ear, then the words "Let me suck your cock."

Kirk grinned. This was hot. Slash, panting and needy, wanted to suck his cock. He settled his weight on top of Slash and felt the rhythm of Slash's chest rising and falling. He flicked his tongue over Slash's ear, traced the ridges, sucked the lobe into his mouth. "You want to suck my cock, huh?"

Slash shivered underneath him, his cock jumping against Kirk's thigh. "Yeah."

Oh shit. Kirk traced his fingers over Slash's supple lips, imagined how they would feel wrapped around his cock. Kirk shifted, drew his legs up to straddle Slash's chest. Then he leaned over and rubbed the head of his cock over those lips. They parted immediately and Slash's tongue flicked out, lapping over the head. Then Kirk leaned back.

Slash's hand darted out and gripped Kirk's hip. "Shit, don't tease me, Kirk. Let me suck it."

Oh... oh shit. Kirk loosened Slash's fingers from his hip and crawled off of Slash completely, supporting his weight on his elbows. "Come and get me."

Slash rolled over on his side, crawled to Kirk's corner of the bed.

Kirk spread his legs, and Slash crawled right up between them. He leaned in and kissed Kirk again, running the callused pads of his fingers over Kirk's chest, over his nipples, around his navel. Kirk sighed and let his head fall back, inviting Slash to kiss his throat.

Slash licked along the contours of Kirk's neck, leaving a wet trail that led to Kirk's right nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, pressed his tongue against it, repeated the action on the other nipple.

Kirk cried out-- a quick, sharp cry that made Slash smile against his chest. He made his way down Kirk's abdomen, stopping at Kirk's navel and pushing his tongue inside.

"Ohhh, Slash..." Kirk wound Slash's hair around his fingers. This was so hot... so motherfucking hot.

Finally Slash reached for Kirk's straining cock. He wrapped his fingers lightly around the base, eliciting a soft mewling sound from Kirk's throat. Then he took in the head, swirled his tongue around it, and began sucking gently.

Kirk struggled not to let himself fall backwards and flop off the bed. Slash had let go of his cock and was now running his fingers along Kirk's inner thighs, all the while taking more of Kirk's length into his mouth. The heat of Slash's head radiated into Kirk's hands. The heat of Slash's mouth engulfed his cock. And everywhere Slash touched him, Kirk's skin burned with tingling ferocity.

The storm still crackled and howled outside, rain still beat against the windows. But to Kirk it seemed far away, compared to the wild, burning, electric sensation he felt in his veins.

Kirk's body tensed. A moan escaped his throat, long and low. His fingernails scraped against Slash's scalp. "Oh fucking... fuck... Slash!"

Kirk squealed as the orgasm coursed through him. His hands scrabbled in Slash's hair. Slash held fast to him, swallowing his cock, sliding his hands underneath Kirk to cup his ass, pull him closer.

Kirk felt himself collapsing onto the bed, then felt Slash's arms sliding around him and pulling him back to the center of the mattress. He opened his eyes. Slash was straddling his waist now, hands massaging his own cock.

Slash moaned. His hair hung down in his face, a few strands puffing out with every breath. Kirk reached forward and cupped his ass.

"Kirk."

Kirk moved his hands to Slash's wrists. "Stop. Let me."

Slash's hands fell away immediately.

Kirk said, "Lean back."

Slash did.

Kirk crawled forward and wrapped his hand around Slash's cock, eliciting a groan. He stroked it rapidly and expertly, concentrating on the soft sounds Slash was making-- his panting breaths, his tiny whimpers of pleasure. Then Kirk leaned in suddenly and slid the head of Slash's cock between his lips.

"Kirk!" Slash's body arched and his hips jerked upward with the force of his orgasm. "Shit!"

Kirk held fast, swallowing every drop, stroking away the tremors in Slash's thighs. Slash tugged gently on his hair.

Kirk let Slash's softening cock slide out of his mouth. Slash tugged his hair again. "Kirk. Look at me."

Kirk lifted his gaze to Slash's face.

Slash grinned. "Hey."

Kirk smiled back. "Hey."

"I think the storm passed."

Kirk cocked his head to listen. "Yeah, I think it did." He crawled up into Slash's arms.

Slash tangled his fingers in Kirk's hair. Kirk closed his eyes, listening as Slash's breathing deepened. "Slash?"

"Hm."

"Stay the night."

"'Kay."

Kirk smiled and snuggled tighter.

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