The Bet, 4, Not Leaving You
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.
Summary; Slash made a bet with Duff. Slash doesn't know Axl knows. Bedding Axl didn't go quite as Slash planned.....
Not Leaving You by Extraho
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Axl could feel Slash softening to him. Not just around his fingers, but his entire body became putty in his hands. Axl bit back a moan as the guitarist pushed back onto his hand. So tight…so fucking tight. He wanted his cock in there quite badly, but he knew he couldn’t rush it.
He slipped in another finger and was glad to find it slid in rather painlessly. Slash thrust against him and Axl could not help but smile.
“That’s right…keep moving,” he praised. A few moments passed and he slipped in his pinkie as well, for good measure, just in case. He saw Slash’s eye twitch and his body tense for a second before he forced himself to relax.
“Ready?” Axl asked. Well, it wasn’t really a question. He knew Slash was physically ready, but was he ready?
“Axl…” Heat swirled in Axls belly hearing his name from those swollen lips, sounding like that.
Slash was nervous. Honest to god nervous. His hands were shaking for fucks sake. Scratch that; his entire body was shaking. He whimpered as Axl pulled his fingers from him and got off the bed. He pushed himself up on his elbows, frowning.
Axl nearly laughed when he saw the cute frown on Slash’s face. “Not leaving, just getting my jeans off. Won’t get much done with them on.” He said and kicked the offending garment to the floor.
Slash blushed slightly. He hadn’t even noticed that he was the only one naked. What he did notice, was the maddening throbbing between his legs, and it wasn’t his cock that held his attention.
“Spread your legs for me.” Axl ordered, his voice husky, but stern.
Slash frowned, “Why -?”
“Don’t argue with me, just do it.” Slash obeyed, spreading his legs marginally. “Wider.” He spread them wider. “More.” Axl’s eyes was glued to the man on his bed. His body was bronzed and slick with perspiration, his thighs and his bum wet with lube. “Beautiful.” He muttered and dropped his boxers.