By Ash and Amanda
Rated NC 17 for language, m/m slash
We do not mean to offend anyone by our work. This is purely fiction and nothing is implied. NO infringement was intended.
"Anybody here?" Duff called entering his suite for the first time since he'd left for the studio at noon. The clock above the TV read nearly ten. With no answer, he assumed he was alone. He tossed his bag down onto the couch and nearly tripped over some clothes that had been just thrown on the floor. He presumed the garment was his, something he'd thrown down on his way out and preceded on his way to his bedroom. He paused, his hand on the doorknob to yawn. He was glad he finally got the chance to get some much needed sleep. He cursed himself for being so tired before turning the knob, freezing suddenly at the sound of rustling inside his room.
"What the--." He whispered, cracking the door and peering inside. What he saw struck terror and a bit of anger in his heart. He didn�t know whether to yell or to run away. There it all was in plain sight. Axl hovering over Slash, completely naked, kissing him and touching him in ways no two male bandmates should touch.
"Oh my." He mouthed, closing the door just as quietly as he opened it. Option two seemed to be the prevailing one as of now. A look of pure disgust was playing across his face.
"Of all places they gotta fuck, it's gotta be in my goddamn bed." He mumbled crossing his arms and looking around the room, but seeking out nothing in particular. Now what? He thought to himself. He couldn't go to bed, and he'd be damned if he was going to camp out on that rough ass couch. He needed a cigarette, a drink, something to calm his nerves down. He delved his hands into his pockets only to retrieve a flat empty package.
"Fuck." He cursed throwing it on the floor and stepping on it on his way across the room. He needed air if nothing else. He needed to go for a walk. After all, how long could Axl and Slash really fuck? There was a tobacco store around the corner anyway. He sighed deeply and grabbed his floor length leather jacket from the back of the desk chair. It was getting chilly out, and he wasn�t sure how long he'd be gone.
"This is just fucking wonderful." Were the last words he mouthed before leaving his room once again.
His boots against the pavement outside sounded loud to him as he angrily stomped to the little store. He yanked the door open and strode to the counter, not stopping to look around. "Pack of Marlboro reds." He dug in his pocket for the money and tossed it down. The clerk retrieved the cigarettes and rang him up. After getting his change he turned to leave only to have the way blocked. He groaned when he saw the long legs encased in tight red leather with intricate lacings going up the thighs. Working his way up showed a tanned chest framed with an open button down shirt. Long sandy blond hair fell into the beautifully sculpted features of Sebastian Bach. "Move."
Bas looked mildly amused at the order. "Bad night, Mckagen?"
"You could say that. Move." Duff didn't feel like playing with the Skid Row frontman.
"Aw, no time for a fellow musician?"
Duff rolled his eyes and, ignoring the no smoking sign in the building, opened the new pack and lit the end of one. "Not really. Get out of the fucking way."
"Alright," Bas held his hands up and opened the door for the angry bassist to brush past. He followed Duff out into the cool night air, oblivious to the chill against his exposed skin. The blonde strode quickly in any direction that was opposite Sebastian Bach. He didn't need to deal with people, when two of his best friends were up there fucking in his bed. People could not handle Duff Mckagen today. He stopped cold when his own boots were no longer the only pair pounding against the sidewalk.
"Why the fuck are you following me?" Duff turned around slowly, aggravation evident in his voice. Bas smiled and shrugged.
"No reason in particular." He replied stepping still closer to him.
"Look man, sorry but after the day I've had, I'm just not in the mood to deal with anybody tonight." Duff breathed in a chest full of smoke and held it there, waiting for another retort from the equally tall singer.
"Wanna talk about it?" Instead of a smart ass remark, his words were actually somewhat sincere. He wasn�t so sure how deep the sincerity ran, but even false security would feel really good about now.
"Man, you don't wanna hear this shit. I didn't even wanna know." He shook his head, leaning back against a street lamppost. His took another drag off his smoke and blew it out, watching the pattern of the smoke as it was taken away in the wind. Bas smiled and folded his arms across his chest, the cold starting to affect him now.
"What the fuck are you doing out without a jacket dude? It's like fucking 35 degrees out here." Duff finished off his cigarette and flicked it out into the street. Again Bas simply shrugged.
"I'm hot enough to stay warm."
Duff snorted and lit another cigarette. He'd earned a little chain smoking for one night. He blew out the cloud of white smoke and watched Bas do the same thing. They watched each other for a few minutes before Duff finally spoke again. "So what're you doing out here, besides freezing your balls off?"
"Good to know that you're worried about my balls, Duff. But I'm just out for a stroll."
"That's bullshit," Duff scoffed at the other man.
Bas shrugged, realizing the story was a bit unbelievable considering his attire. "Rachel and I got in a fight."
"Skid on the rocks, huh?" For some reason, probably the mood he was in, the thought amused the hell out of him.
"Nothing we can't work through." Bas toed the ground with his boots, avoiding Duff's eyes.
"You're lying about something, aren't you?"
Bas shook his head. "Nope. Just leave it alone, man."
Duff laughed sarcastically. "You followed me! I'm just making conversation that I don't wanna make!"
"Fuck, if you don't wanna talk to me then why did you stop? Huh?" Bas leaning against the cool brick of the building behind him. Duff's gaze dropped, and he pondered that last statement.
"Cuz you were following me man!" He replied hotly. He didn't like where this was going.
"I'm staying in the hotel next to yours, who's to say I wasn't going back to my room?" He'd finally done it. He'd backed Duff into a corner he couldn't get out of.
"Look I don't need shit from you dammit. I got enough fucking problems already. I haven't slept in days, I can't go back to my room, this is just fucked up." He brought his hand up to rub his aching temples. Bas watched him for a moment. Duff was clad in black from head to toe. His leather pants squeaked every time he changed positions against the lamppost. His torso was covered by a thin button up black shirt and then covered by his full length leather coat that fanned out behind him when he moved.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to be a bitch or anything." He truly meant it. If Duff felt nearly as bad as he did, he really was sorry. The apology was something Duff wasn't expecting.
"Me too." He replied quietly a nervous hand running through his golden hair. Bas was starting to shiver and his bottom lip quivered.
"Fight was that bad huh? Can't even go get your jacket?" Duff left his lamppost and joined the singer on the brick wall.
"I can't go back either. We just--- Rachel and me... I dunno man." He couldn�t find the right words to explain his situation without giving it all away. Bas's hands couldn't stay steady any longer. Duff watched the cigarette jerk between his fingers.
"Here man, take this." Duff pulled his jacket off and held it out to Bas. He looked from the jacket to Duff, and back to the jacket.
"Thanks, that's really... that's nice." He slipped the warm leather on over his frozen skin.
"No problem." Duff let his head fall lightly against the brick. "Jesus, it's cold out here." He chewed on the inside of his lip for a minute. "So you're avoiding your room, right?"
Bas nodded, looking at his burning cigarette.
Duff sighed and hoped he'd given his bandmates enough time. He jerked his head in the direction of the hotels. "You can hang out with me for a little while, I guess."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, come on." Duff started off down the sidewalk without waiting to see if Bas would follow.
The tall front man did follow him though. He didn't have anything else to do so why not get to know the usually quiet bassist better. Course, who could get more than a few words in when Axl was around anyway? He caught up to Duff and flicked his hair out of his face before speaking. "I thought you couldn't go back to your room."
"I'm sure the problem is mostly over by now. At least it should be." Duff didn't want to go into great detail about what had driven him into the cold.
"Cool." Bas let it drop and they were at the hotel in no time.
Duff could only hope that whatever Axl and Slash had been doing was over. He hadn't locked the door when he left so they went right in. Bas watched Duff's careful quiet movements with question.
"What are you doing?" He whispered, afraid Duff would clothesline him if he made a sound. They'd gotten about halfway though the room and there was no noise coming from the bedroom. The bassist said a silent prayer thanking God for not letting him be subjected to that torture again. As if on cue, when Duff said amen, it happened. The inevitable occurred.
"Ohhh God Axl, you're so fucking tight!" Came the muffled cry of Slash.
"Shit." Duff cursed slapping his hand over his forehead. His face flushed a deep shade of red and his stomach moved up into his throat. Bas stopped cold in his tracks, chin on the floor.
"Are they--." He began. Duff nodded, never uncovering his eyes.
"And that's your room?" Duff nodded again. He'd never been so humiliated in his entire life. He made a mental note to kill both Axl and Slash in the morning.
"I thought they'd be gone by now." Bas watched Duff carefully until the blonde turned to look at him.
"I'm sorry you had to hear that, too. I really thought they'd be done."
"It's okay," Bas whispered back. "Is there somewhere else we can go?"
Duff snorted and pointed to an open door on the other side of the room. "Axl's is free."
Bas nodded and led the way to the other room. Duff closed the door once they were both inside and Bas sat on the bed to watch his jerky movements. "That really freaks you out, huh?"
"I guess so. It's just weird." Duff let out a little shudder.
"It's weird that its two guys, or that they're your bandmates?"
Duff thought about how to answer that one. He patted his pockets for his cigarettes and realized they were in his coat pocket. "Can I get my smokes, man?"
Bas dug in the many pockets and found the pack. He tossed it to the still blushing man with a smile. Duff pulled another cigarette out and lit it.
"You never answered me." Bas said pulling the leather jacket closer to his still frozen frame. Duff blew out a cloud of smoke and looked down at him.
"Well, they're my friends, and that's my bed dammit!" Duff whined and crawled on Axl's bed, lying behind Bas.
"Guess that might piss me off two if I caught Rachel and Mike fucking in my bed." Bas smirked and lie back beside the blonde, stretching his legs out the entire length of Duff's. A few moments of silence went by, Duff taking a couple drags from his smoke before breaking the deafening silence.
"So you wanna tell me what's up? Why you can't go back?" Duff ground the wasted butt out on the nightstand and dropped it in the over flowing ashtray. Bas rubbed his eyes before running his fingers through his hair. He really didn't want to say anything, but after that little episode how bad could Duff's reaction be?
"Promise you wont hit me or anything?" He asked looking over at Duff who was already watching him with a smile.
"Promise." Duff said rolling over to face Bas and propping his head up on his elbow. Bas sighed deeply and proceeded to spill his guts.
"Rachel and me had a big fight and he threw me out. I think we're through." His voice was unwavering. There wasn't a trace of any sort of emotion.
"Through? That's the end of Skid Row? Dude..." Duff's naivety could be annoying sometimes but it wasn't this time. Bas smiled.
"No, not the end of Skid Row. The end of Rachel and me," He paused seeing the confusion in Duff's face, "we were in love, Duff."
"Oh. Oh! Damn that sucks, man." The clarity was starting to sink into Duff's mind finally. "Are you, um, okay?"
"I guess. It's been a long time coming. Notice I said we were in love. As in we used to be. It's been hell lately and I'm not sure either of us are in love anymore."
Duff nodded in empathy. "I've never actually been in love before but I'm sure it hurts when it ends."
"That's the thing," Bas rolled over and mirrored Duff's position. "I keep thinking that it should hurt more. That I should wanna go back and make things up, make them better again. But I don't."
"So instead you accosted me outside a cigarette store?" Duff rolled his eyes and picked up the pack again.
"I was bored. And you smoke way too much, man." Bas plucked the box from his hand and took one for himself. "I'm doing you a favor here. This could be the cig that kills you," he said around the filter between his lips, end bobbing hypnotically.
"Yeah, sure. Need a lighter?" Duff held out the burning orange flame and lit the tip while Bas sucked in air.
"Thanks," he let the smoke drift from his nostrils, making Duff think of a dragon. Which made him start to laugh and the laughing felt so good that he kept going until his sides hurt. Bas watched him, calmly puffing on his cigarette and not commenting until Duff seemed to calm himself. "Something funny?"
"Not really, no. Just needed a good laugh and I might be the slightest bit delirious." Duff wiped at the wetness that had gathered in the corners of his eyes, still smiling.
"Delirious? Enough that you'd let me kiss you?"
"Huh?"
Bas moved forward slowly enough that Duff could punch him in the face if he felt the need to. But the bassist did nothing but watch his movements like a deer caught in headlights. Bas slid his fingers through that wavy golden hair and pressed his mouth down over Duff's, who did nothing while he was being kissed. He figured it couldn't hurt to let Bas have his little bit of fun; he was probably trying to freak Duff out anyway. He could play along with the joke.
Bas pulled away to touch his thumb to Duff's bottom lip, pulling on it slightly. "Come on and let me inside, Duff."
Duff's thoughts were in a jumble and he opened his mouth to question the singer's statement but Bas took advantage of the opportunity to thrust his tongue inside. Duff made a small noise of protest, that was ignored, and his hands shot to Bas's chest. Bas stroked his tongue along Duff's, coaxing him to participate and drawing the appendage into his own mouth. Once Duff hesitantly complied, he pulled back so that he could wrap his lips around the other man's tongue. He sucked on it, moving his head closer and back, drawing a moan from Duff. He'd never been given a blowjob on his tongue before. He scared him at first. He jerked back and looked at Bas quizzically.
"Wh--what are you doing?" He asked. Bas sat up and took a few drags from his cigarette. He shook his head and buried his face in his hands.
"Sorry man," His voice was low and cracked, "I guess this shit with Rachel has me all fucked up." He brought his legs up to his chest. He was starting to sweat inside the thick leather jacket. Duff sat up behind him, trying to find the right words to say. He could tell Bas was confused, but now so was he.
"So, is this like a rebound thing or something?" It was the only thing Duff could think of to say.
"Yeah, I guess it could be. I dunno though." Bas shrugged out of the jacket and tossed it over a chair. He ran his hands through his hair several times and sighed heavily. "I shouldn't have dumped all this shit on you, man."
"Nah, it's okay. I wasn't doing anything anyway." Duff finally snagged his pack of smokes back from Bas and lit another one. He contemplated the man sitting on the bed by him before laying a hand on his shoulder. "I don't think Rachel's gonna be the only person you ever love. You'll find someone else."
Bas let out a small laugh. "I know that." He lay back on the bed again with one knee drawn up, the other long leg stretched out. "But the sex was really good. You know, there whenever you want it and all that." The singer ground out his finished cigarette on the headboard and flicked it across the room. Duff smiled wryly and stretched out beside of him. He took a long drag from the smoke and held it out to Bas. He looked at Duff a moment before taking it.
"I understand, but if you didn't love him--." Duff said folding his arms behind his head.
"I did love him. I just don't anymore." Bas tried to explain again.
"So the problem is, you miss the sex already?" Duff was finally catching onto what the real problem was.
"Yeah, I guess it is." Bas handed Duff the cigarette back and the guitarist took a deep pull.
"But that doesn't make sense, Bas. I'm sure you could get your pick of groupies."
"Not a whole lot of male groupies willing, Duff."
Duff lowered his head so he wouldn't see the blush. It was still strange to talk about that openly. "There is that. But you don't know any other guys that would accommodate your tastes?"
"I know one that seemed to be doing okay with it." Bas gave him a sultry look from under strands of hair that had fallen in his face.
"Who?" Duff took in the seductive expression and his eyes widened. "Me?"
Bas rolled over, all feline grace, and crawled toward him. "Yes you. You seemed to like me sucking on your tongue a whole lot. Imagine what I could do with other parts of your body."
Duff swallowed hard as Bas crawled up his body. He continued up until they were nose to nose, his sandy hair forming a curtain around them.
"Bas." Duff whispered his name, grinding the smoke out on the nightstand.
"Hmm?" The singer leaned down to lick the exposed part of Duff's chest. Once thoroughly smashing the burning end of the cigarette out, his hands tangled in that mass of amazing sandy locks, urging him upward.
"Kiss me again." He whispered. Bas smirked before tossing his hair over his shoulder and leaning down to press his lips against Duff's. This time the kiss wasn't as tense. It was gentle at first, timid almost. Duff's tongue darted out to trace Bas's lips before it delved into the recesses of his warm inviting mouth. He wrapped his arms around the singer�s neck and pulled him in closer, adding more heat to the encounter.
Bas pulled away long enough to yank his shirt off his shoulders before attacking Duff's mouth with vigor. Duff slowly slid down until he way lying flat with Bas hovering over him. His fingers manipulated the buttons from the holes all the way down Duff's black shirt and exposed his chest. Bas kissed a trail from Duff's mouth down his neck, leaving a wet trail in his wake. When he reached the hollow of his throat he dipped his tongue inside, reveling in the taste of his skin. Duff whimpered a little and grabbed handfuls of the singer's hair, using the hold to guide his mouth lower. Bas complied and lavished first one nipple then the other with the flat of his tongue before taking the stiff peaks in his mouth and biting gently. Duff's back arched off the bed, seeking more of the "rough" treatment. Bas was more than happy to give it to him and he licked and bit a path down Duff's stomach to the waistband of his leather pants.
He looked up the line of Duff's body to his eyes as he unzipped the barrier, the metal teeth loud in the quiet room. Duff watched in breathless anticipation as Bas peeled the leather from his body, revealing his bare skin beneath. Bas chuckled as he knelt by Duff's feet, removing his shoes. "Naughty little boy, aren't you?"
"Pants were too tight for anything under them." Duff's voice was shaky and a more than a little husky.
Finished with the shoes, Bas slid the pants the rest of the way off and crawled back up Duff's now naked body. "I'd just prefer to think of you as a dirty leather loving little bitch." He didn't give Duff a chance to respond as he kissed him senseless again. He took Duff's smaller hands in his and placed them on his chest, wanting to feel the contact of skin against skin. Duff took the cue and rubbed at the expanse before him, scratching his thumb nails over the protruding nipples. Bas let out a lengthy breath and ground his hips against Duff's. "Ah God, Duff that feels good. Undress me."
Duff rolled him over and straddled his hips, the soft red leather pants feeling absolutely sinful against his naked flesh. He leaned over Bas's chest to test the singer's reaction to his mouth on him. Bas's neck arched when Duff's warm tongue darted out to one of his nipples. "Jesus, yeah. That's good, Duff. Real fucking good."
Duff smiled against the singer's skin before parting his lips to take one hardened bud between his teeth. He tugged gently at it while teasing the other between his fingers. One of Bas's legs wrapped around Duff's leg while he drew the other one up to rub his hardening groin against the blonde's thigh. He moved to the other side, repeating his previous actions once again. Bas threw his head back and arched his neck, his mouth open. Duff's free hand moved slowly up his chest, up his neck to his lips. Bas took a finger into his mouth and teased the tip of it with his tongue. Duff moaned around the hard nipple between his teeth when Bas began to suck on it, the same way he'd sucked on Duff's tongue.
"Mmm Bas, you're so fuckin sexy." Duff drawled as he laid light kisses down the larger man's sternum, down his stomach to stop at his belly button. His tongue dipped inside before he continued down the light hairline disappearing beneath those sinful red leather pants. Duff looked up to see Bas with his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him, his eyes glazed. Duff hadn't the slightest clue what he was doing but he knew his body didn't mind it one bit. He'd never achieved a high this pleasing from any drug; any drink and no girl had ever taken over his mind this way. He had lost all self control and he liked it.
He slithered down a bit lower so that his face was even with Bas's crotch. His erection was rather evident through the skintight material. Duff grinned before leaning down and gently biting at the bulge. The sensation sent chills up Bas's spine. His hips bucked forward into Duff's mouth. His hands kneaded Bas's thighs where a very interesting series of laces kept the garment closed.
"Mmm Duff... undress me baby." Moaned Bas, his anatomy straining against the pants.
Duff stroked the bulge lightly through the material as he contemplated the strings holding the pants together. They looked worn, like he'd had the pants for a while. Duff's mouth was practically watering at the thought of those long legs hidden under the clothes. Feeling overwhelmed and not wanting to wait any longer, he lowered his head and tore at the laces with his teeth. Bas sat up with his elbows under him for support and watched as the blond attacked his pants, small growling noises issuing from his throat. The sight was incredibly erotic and Bas hardened further as he heard a snap and felt the leather around one leg loosen. Duff switched legs and treated the laces on the second with the same biting and growling. One of his hands went to the gap he'd created and tore at the strings until he felt skin. He wiggled his fingers until the hole widened enough to get his hand inside.
The strings he was biting at finally gave way and he let out another low growl of pleasure and sat up. Bas's eyes were dilated so they looked nearly black with lust. His chest was heaving and one of his hands crept down to his crotch and the lacings keeping his erection at bay. Duff slapped the hand away and bent over that too. Instead of attacking these, however, he picked up the end of one string and very slowly pulled. Bas tried to keep his hips still but it was a loosing battle and Duff teased him. When the knot was gone Duff leaned down and carefully got part of the string further down between his teeth, shaking his head like a dog and growling more. Bas flopped back with a moan and grabbed handfuls of the sheet. The ties finally loosened and Duff's hands shot into the tight leather so fast more of the ties snapped.
"Fffuck Duff." Bas moaned tossing his head back, his hair fanning out around his head.
Duff growled again as his hands locked onto the tough material, tearing their remains from his body and throwing them behind him. Bas hissed through his teeth as the cool air hit his nude body.
"And you said I was naughty." He growled closing his mouth over Bas's strained erection. Bas moaned deeply and reached down to tangle his fingers in his partner's blonde hair.
"Mmmm suck me you freak." Bas managed to get out through deep breaths and moans of pleasure. Duff didn't have to be told twice. He took the organ deep into his mouth until the head hit the back of his throat. He hummed around it, sending jolts of electricity down the singer's spine. Bas's body was desperate, begging for release. His fingers began to tug ever so gently at Duff's hair. Duff pulled Bas completely out of his mouth and took only the head in this time, sucking gently at first. His tongue swirled over the head lapping at the precum like a dog. He increased the pace a bit, sucking harder, his head bobbing up and down. Bas was being incredibly vocal, crying out Duff's name nearly every time he quickened the pace.
"I'm cumming, fuck Duff." Bas drawled, his climax closing in on him quickly. Duff was nowhere near ready to end this luscious unexpected encounter. Duff whimpered when the warm wet presence left his cock. Duff climbed up to crush his lips against Bas's needy ones. Their sweaty bodies pressed together and their groins grinded together in sync. Duff leaned down to lick the length of Bas's defined jaw line before moving to his ear where he whispered sweet erotic things that drove Bas completely insane.
Bas grabbed Duff's shoulders and flipped him on his back. "I have to be inside you now!" He cast a quick look around, searching for something to smooth his entry into Duff's virgin body. Spotting a bottle of lotion in an open bag he leaned off the bed enough to snatch it. He squirted some on his hand and looked at Duff. Some of the excitement had left his face. "You okay, Duff?"
"This is going to hurt." It wasn't a question.
"Don't worry," Bas said in a sultry voice. "I'm going to make it good for you, baby." He slid down the guitarist's stiff body and engulfed the leaking cock in his mouth. Duff let out a hoarse groan and laid a hand on his head, sifting the soft hair through his fingers. Bas took him all the way down his throat and held him there for a few seconds before moving back up to the tip and sucking hard. He cast his eyes up to see the lust returning to Duff's face in a rush. He slipped his lotioned hand up under Duff's body and found is tight entrance, just massaging some of the cream into his skin first. Letting his erection leave his mouth completely, Bas took long slow licks from base to tip and slipped one finger inside as far as it would go. Duff stiffened at the slight invasion but there wasn't any pain, as he's expected so he melted into the touch again.
When he'd adjusted to one finger, Bas added another and took his cock into his mouth again. He scissored the fingers while Duff thrashed above him, stretching his channel for the larger invasion to come. "Goddamn Bas! I can't fucking breath!" Duff did seem to be having trouble with simple respiration as his head shot side to side, hair flying everywhere. Bas wanted to give him more time, but his own erection was demanding attention.
Bas sat up and coated his cock with the lotion before returning to Duff's sprawled out body.
Duff was back to looking slightly scared again as Bas positioned himself at the stretched entrance. He pushed forward a little and Duff whimpered while biting his lips, eyes squinted closed tightly. Bas leaned forward and kissed his white lips softly. "Relax, sexy, just calm down. Wrap your legs around my hips."
Duff did as he'd asked and Bas laid his head next to his, lips pressed behind his ear. He pushed inside a little more, until he felt the muscular ring of resistance stopping him. He reached up and cupped the side of Duff's face. "Relax baby. I'm not going to hurt you but you've got to let me in. Come on, Duff. Trust me?"
Duff nodded and Bas could feel his body loosening a little. Before Duff could tense up again he pushed the rest of the way into him. Duff yelled out in pain and pleasure combined when the head of Bas's cock struck his prostate. "FUUUUCK!"
The blond singer braced himself on his arms with a feral grin. "You like that, huh? Knew you were a dirty bitch, babe." He grabbed Duff's thighs and loosened the tight grip around his hips enough to shift them up to his shoulders. "You ready for this?"
Duff swallowed hard and closed his eyes. He wasn�t actually sure. The pain he was in at the moment was terrible. He knew Bas wouldn�t lie to him. He wouldn't hurt him on purpose. Somewhere underneath the searing pain ripping through his body, there had to be some pleasure somewhere.
"Hey, Duff, all you gotta say is stop and it'll be over." He whispered brushing his fingertips against the blonde's cheek. Duff stared deep into Bas's glazed eyes, looking for something, anything to reassure him. He saw something warm, something loving, something he could believe in. His reassurance came in the form of a soft kiss on the lips followed by a pair of lips whispering in his ear.
"You're an amazing man Duff, amazing. I dunno what you're feeling right now, but I sure as hell know what I'm feeling." He kissed Duff's neck. The blonde opened his eyes again, his mind swirling with confusion.
"I'm ready, Bas. Please." He whispered. The singer smiled and kissed him gently once again before readjusting their position with Duff's legs on his shoulders. Bas pulled out slightly and gently re-entered, careful with the Guns bassist. Duff braced himself for the ride. The pain slowly began to subside, and was replaced by the most amazing sensation he'd ever felt. Bas kept his pace slow, knowing if he hurt Duff, it'd break his heart. The blonde was growing restless. His cock was begging for sweet release and his body was aching for the sensation to grow stronger. He squirmed against Bas, urging him on.
"Mmm harder, fuck me harder!" He moaned, his head back and his eyes shut. Bas smiled; glad they both wanted the same thing. Bas gradually picked up the pace and in a matter of seconds he was pulling almost completely out and then slamming back in, his cock slamming into Duff's prostate each time.
"Dammit Bas!" Duff screamed, thrashing his head from side to side, his hair flying about. Bas was growing desperate. His body couldn�t take much more. He leaned down and engulfed Duff's lips in a searing white hot kiss. Duff reached down and started to pump his own erection to the rhythm set by Bas's hips. Soon, a muffled cry escaped Duff's quivering lips as his orgasm tore violently through his body.
"Fuck Bas!!!" He yelled, his seed spilling out and coating his stomach and his chest. Seeing the blonde in such a state of ecstasy, and the sudden tightening of his inner walls soon sent Bas spiraling down the same trail. He continued pistoning in and out until he'd completely emptied himself in the blonde.
He carefully pulled out of Duff and smiled down at him.
"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"Not so bad?" Duff panted. "Yeah, that wasn't so bad." He grabbed a lock of Bas's hair and pulled him down for a deep kiss. "It wasn't so bad that I liked it a lot."
Bas laughed and lay down next to him, propped up with his elbow. He glanced at the creamy substance all over the front of Duff with a smirk. "You made a mess."
Duff's features contorted into a small grimace as he shifted his hips. "So did you. I'll be right back." He got up and strolled casually to the bathroom. He felt anything but casual in the wake of their vigorous love making, but he didn't want it to show. Bas was acting cool about the whole thing and so could he. After cleaning up he exited the bathroom again, still as naked as he was when he entered it. Bas was reclining on the bed, smoking a cigarette and watching his controlled movements. He patted the bed beside him with an almost bashful expression. Duff climbed back on the bed and lie next to him, plucking the smoke from between his lips. Before he could bring the filter to his mouth Bas stole it back with a playful look in his eyes.
He took a deep pull from the end and held the smoke in his mouth. He advanced on Duff, opening his mouth with his thumb before sealing their lips together. The smoke swirled in their joined mouths for a second before Duff inhaled and Bas pulled away. The stunned blond blew the smoke back out with a satisfied smirk. "Now that's what I call sharing a cigarette."
They finished the smoke before Duff settled under the covers and stared up at Bas. "You are staying tonight, right? I mean there�s no need to go back to your room and have a fight just yet. Might as well stay here."
Bas nodded, glad Duff was asking him. "Yeah, I'm staying." He crawled beneath the blankets with him and they faced each other. Bas softly petted the side of Duff's face, not being able to tear his eyes away from his new lover. Eventually Duff closed his eyes and let out a tiny sigh, settling further against Bas. The singer wrapped his arms around the man and kissed the top of his head, new feelings surging to the surface. "What have I gotten myself into," he asked the quiet room.
In no time the sun was peaking up over the hills and warming everything its soothing light touched. Back in Duff's room, currently occupied by Axl and Slash, the light filtered into the room through the slits in the shades covering the windows. The couple still lie in the same place they'd fallen in, one another�s arms. Slash's arms were wrapped tightly against Axl's waist while the singer�s fingers were laced with Slash's. Slash stirred first, the light on his face gently drawing him from dreamland. He groaned and rubbed his face into the pillow. He opened his eyes to see Axl still sleeping peacefully. He'd completely forgot about his keys, and even where he was going that required the use of his car. He stroked his lovers beautiful red hair before kissing his head gently. Axl yawned and rolled over, facing Slash.
"I thought you were asleep." The guitarist whispered, his fingers brushing a few stray locks from Axl's eyes. Axl smiled warmly and leaned in to kiss Slash's lips.
"So, you still love me?" The vocalist asked, kissing his lover after his question. Slash chuckled and pulled Axl on top of him.
"What do you think?" He smiled warmly and pressed his lips lightly against his lover's once again. Axl's tongue ran along Slash's bottom lip until the dark haired man parted his lips, allowing him entry. Slash moaned into his mouth, his groin already hardening as Axl ground his nude hips against his.
The redhead released his lips and slithered down his body until he was hovering over Slash's rapidly rising erection.
"I think you'd love me to love you right now." Axl winked and licked Slash's cock from base to tip. "Am I right?"
Slash shoved his mass of hair out of his eyes to watch his lover's actions. "Fuck yeah. Love me a lot."
Axl didn't immediately lower his head again. He pinned Slash with his green gaze and serious face. "I do, you know."
Slash traced the line of the singer's lips with one darker finger. "I know. I love you too. Temper tantrums and all."
"Tantrums?" Axl scoffed and swallowed Slash's cock in one gulp. Slash bowed up off the bed, nearly choking the other man. Axl braced his hands against Slash's hips and worshiped him with his mouth. His fingers against the bare skin tried to convey all the things he couldn't. Slash's hands slid down to twine his fingers with Axl's and those green eyes once again shot to the heart of him, not leaving his dark ones for a moment.
"Shiiitt, I'm gonna cum--" Slash's words were cut off by the spasms that overtook his body. Axl's throat milked every drop of semen that was offered before releasing him. Axl wiped his mouth on the back of his arm and crawled back up to share the taste with Slash. The taste of his own cum on Axl's lips was amazing. He growled and tipped his lovers chin up.
"Where were you hiding my keys?" He asked with a grin.
"I told you, I never had them." Axl replied sitting up so that he was straddling Slash's hips. Slash smirked.
"So we did all this for nothing?" Slash laughed. Axl tilted his head, his red hair spilling over his shoulder.
"I wouldn't say it was for nothing." He leaned down and gently pressed his lips against Slash's.
"You're right," Slash grinned before taking the singer by surprise and rolling him over, dumping him on the bed, "first one to the shower gets another blow job!" He exclaimed taking off toward the bathroom.
"Hey!! Come back here sexy!!" Axl yelled taking off after him.
Back in Axl's room Duff lay awake, still in Bas's arms. The light beaming through the open window reminded him that soon Bas would be gone, and he'd be alone again. He actually wanted him to stay. The feeling scared him. He'd never been in love before, so he couldn't identify it as that. He felt Bas stretch and heard him groan.
"Morning." He smiled. Bas smiled back and stroked Duff's hair.
"Sleep okay?" He asked. Duff nodded, tightening his arms around the lean singer's frame.
Bas settled into the embrace for a few moments, not wanting reality to set in yet. He had to be leaving soon to go to another city, another show. "Duff?"
"Hmmm?" Was his only reply.
"My pants are ruined. They'll never stay on." Bas shivered at the memory of how they'd gotten destroyed.
Duff laughed softly next to Bas's ear, sending more shivers through his body. "Sounds like you've got a problem."
"I can't exactly walk back to my hotel naked."
"Mmm, I'd pay to see that." Duff nuzzled the soft spot behind his lover�s ear with his nose. The smell of his skin was amazing. "Just wear my jacket back. No one will know the difference and you looked hot as hell in it."
Bas rolled over and kissed him deeply, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and laving his tongue over it before pulling away. "Sounds like a good idea." He stretched again with a huge yawn. "I really should get going."
Duff frowned and rolled over to rest his head on Bas's stomach. He didn�t want him to go. The singer lit another cigarette and propped himself up against the headboard, Duff still not moving.
"Somethin' wrong?" He asked, his fingers running through the smooth blonde hair. Duff looked up to him, his eyes pleading.
"Do you have to go back? What's the rush?"
"The guys are gonna wonder where I been. And we gotta move out tonight. We're going to Atlanta in the morning." Duff looked away and tightened his arms around the singer. Bas quietly finished his cigarette before reaching down and pulling the blonde on top of him.
"Look, I have to go. This isn't goodbye." He whispered, brushing a few stray locks of blonde from the bassist's eyes.
"Do you really expect me to believe that?" Duff asked, his voice wavering. Bas turned away. Duff laid his head down on his lovers shoulder.
"I mean it Duff. I'll never forget this." He tilted Duff's chin up to kiss him gently.
"Me either." The blonde whispered before moving, letting Bas stand.
The tall singer pulled on the jacket and wrapped it around his nude frame. He leaned down for one last kiss of those now pouting lips, one last taste of heaven before straightening back up. "We'll see each other around, Duff."
The Guns member rolled on his back and stared up at the ceiling blankly. "If you say so." He absently lit a cigarette just to keep his hands busy.
Bas sifted his fingers through Duff's hair. "I do say so and I mean it. This wasn't just a roll in the sheets for me. This was something....more."
"Okay, Bach, I get it. So go already if you have to go."
"Don't be like that, Duff. Let's not leave on a bad note." But the bassist was still looking up, seeming very much like a petulant child. "You keep acting like that and I'm gonna have to do something drastic the next time we're together."
"Like what?" Duff took a deep drag off his cigarette and tilted his head back to look at Bas upside down.
"Act like a kid and I'll discipline you like one. Not today, but next time."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Duff sat up and ground his cigarette out. Bas had caught his attention now.
"You'll find out soon." Bas leaned in for one more kiss before he was gone.
The door clicked shut, leaving Duff alone. He truly felt alone for once in his life. There was a strange void in the pit of his stomach, a void he'd never felt before.
"Damn." He cursed to himself standing and fishing his leather pants out of the pile of clothes on the floor. He tugged the snug leather up over his hips and buttoned them up. He sighed, looking around the room at the various articles of clothing. He grabbed another cigarette before picking up the destroyed red pants, and Bas's shirt that he'd left behind. He brought the garment to his face and took in the scent. It smelled just like the singer. He exhaled the smoke before grabbing his shirt off the floor and heading back out into the living room area. He caught a glimpse of Axl, kissing Slash just outside his bedroom door. Axl saw him and literally shoved Slash completely over the sofa.
"Hey Duff!" Axl straightened his shirt and faked normality.
"Morning." Duff mumbled, his smoke still between his lips. Slash growled as he pulled himself up off the floor.
"Damn it Axl!" He cursed rubbing his head. Axl smiled and covered his mouth.
"Sorry Slash, you were umm... in my way." He lied. Duff rolled his eyes and tossed the clothing through his open bedroom door.
"Hey Duff, you seen my keys lately?" Asked Slash lifting up the couch cushions.
"Nah man, last time I saw 'em Steven had them." Duff plopped down in the recliner. It felt weird being in the same room with the two after knowing what they did last night. Slash chewed on his bottom lip and turned to barge into Steven's room, almost trampling Izzy.
"Sorry dude." He mumbled bursting into Steven's room. The blonde rose up in bed, his hair sticking up wildly.
"What the fuck--."
"You got my fucking keys?" The guitarist asked, his gloved hands on his hips.
"No, I put 'em in Duff's coat pocket cuz he said he'd see you before you went to bed last night. Why?"
Slash growled. When does the madness end?!?!
THE END