The Bet, 3, Just There....
TITLE; The Bet
CHARACTERS; Axl/Slash
RATING NC/17
WIP OR COMPLETE; 1/10
WARNINGS. the usual that comes along with a NC/17 story
DISCLAIMER; I don't own anything. None of this (EVER!!) happened. I'm just a poor student with an annual fee of £ 22 200 for my money-sucking university. Suing me wont do much good.
A/N; I completely forgot.....
Summary; Slash made a bet with Duff. Slash doesn't know Axl knows. Bedding Axl didn't go quite as Slash planned.....
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Slash withered boneless on the bed. He was dizzy and he was sweating like crazy. Axl still hadn’t taken his jeans off. He’d have thought Axl had drugged him, if it wasn’t for the fact that he hadn’t given him anything to eat or drink…how much time had passed? It felt like hours…or only minutes. He didn’t really know. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to come down from his high.
Slash opened his eyes as he felt the bed dip again. Axl was smiling at him. He crawled over to him and laid himself next to him. Without a word, he spread the older mans thighs and lay between them. Slash was still disoriented from his orgasm, and let him move him around as he pleased. He hitched his thigh up to hook over his elbow, using his weight to spread him out.
Slash squeaked and jerked as he felt fingers brush by his entrance. His first thought being that it was fucking cold, his second being that this wasn’t supposed to happen like this. He tried to wiggle away, but was held still, his weakened body not a match for the other man.
“Don’t fight me Slash.” Axl murmured as his fingers circled the tiny and tense rosette.
Slash gulped as he saw Axl’s normally light brown eyes swirling almost red. “Axl…”
“Relax.” Axl commanded softly.
Slash found himself obeying wordlessly. He whimpered and looked away as he felt something blunt press against his opening, breaching him and slipping inside. He whined deep in his throat at the foreign feeling. He had never been touched there, ever, and even the fine ripples of Axl’s fingerpads felt rough against the sensitive walls of his rectum. He frowned in discomfort as Axl pulled his finger halfway out before slipping it back in and flexing it.
He had used tons on lube, and he planned to use much more. While Slash wasn’t going to be able to walk in the evening, it was going to be because of a few honest-to-god hard and long fucks, not carelessness and neglect. He had, after all, had the grace to try to wine and dine him before even kissing him. While his cherry was pretty much handed over on a silver platter, Axl intended to take it with grace. Hell, he might be a bit rough and overwhelming, but he was not a rapist.
He moved his finger a bit quicker, flexing it in just the right spots, purposefully ignoring the swollen nub that he knew was screaming for attention. Slash tensed in discomfort. Axl knew that the first time to have anything up there was just pain odd. “Relax…it’s only my finger.”
Slash just huffed and covered his face with his arm. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. He flushed, as the thought of that he was about to give up his virginity occurred to him. Axl moved further up his body, hovering above him. He pulled his thigh with him as he moved, spreading him even wider.
“Hold on to me.” He commanded. What was with the bossing around? Oh yeah. It was Axl.“Now relax your back…your thighs too…good.” He praised as he felt the man loosen up around his finger. He’d nearly been cutting off his circulation! Axl shuddered slightly at the thought of being inside that silky heat soon enough.
Slash held onto Axl’s shoulders like he was told, telling himself that Axl was clearly the expert here, not him and he was clearly not giving up control. As fucking always. He felt like an idiot though. He felt naked, laid bare, weak and vulnerable. He tried to relax a bit more and took a few deep breaths. He could feel Axl smirk against his neck and make a sharp stabbing motion with his finger.
With a slight smirk, Axl bumped his nail against the swollen gland inside of his partner.
“Oh god.” He let out a strangled moan. Axl repeated the motion a few times, turning the man into a pile of mush once more before he gently he pressed another finger against the tight opening and slid part the tight ring of muscle.
“Ow!” Slash bit his lip as soon as the word had slipped form his lips. It stung as the finger forced its way into his body. It burned against his walls as it stilled fully inside him.
"Shh… Just hold onto me… Breathe, if you have to… "
Why was Axl being so nice about it? He was acting like a girl, nearly crying over a little pain. Why couldn’t they just have stuck with one finger? That had been good. He buried his face in Axl’s neck and held on tightly. He was pretty sure he would have made half moon cuts on the back of his shoulders.
Axl took pity on his and moved his fingers gently against the prostate again. His hand was still slick with lube, so it was a smooth glide.
“Axl…” Slash sighed.
Axl nearly snorted. Fitting. It was a first time for everything. Slash had never called him by his name. It had always been ‘man’, ‘dude, ‘Rose’ or something along those lines.
"Say my name again…"
"Axl…" he was rewarded with a kiss that sent sparks through his mouth and to his belly. Slash gave a strangled moan and tried to push back, silently begging him to keep touching that spot. If he would flick his fingers just here….
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