Paradise City Chapter The Tenth
Title: Paradise City Chapter The Tenth.
Author: Screamer06
Pairing: Izzy Stradlin/OC
Warning: MM secks!
Disclaimer: I don't own, this is meant for entertainment only. None of this ever happened.
Notes: Thank you as always to my Beta, this is for her.
Axcelise and DJ came in, opening the door as quietly as they could. Every creak seems too loud; Axcelise winced as the door clicked shut. He slipped off his boots and fell against the wall. DJ held his arm the steady him and laughed. Both had been out all evening, neither had any idea why they were trying to be so quite. They continued to shush each other and hold their fingers to their lips.
“Oh my earsh are ringing.” Axcelise said holding his hands over them, “And my feet are throbbin’ and I’m drunk.” Laughter erupted and quickly hushed.
“No dude I can feel it too.”
“What the ringing?”
“No, shush.”
They were both quite in the darkened hallway, feeling the regular thumping snaking across the floor and running up the legs.
“Cool, do you know what that means?” DJ asked, a wicked grin erupting over his face, the shadows falling on his face making him look positively demonic.
“No, why would I?”
“You live here, so why the hell don’t you?”
Axcelise shrugged by way of reply. DJ rolled his eyes and pulled Axcelise through the front room, through the kitchen. Ahead of him was a door he had somehow failed to notice. The thumping had intensified. DJ opened the door to a red carpeted staircase. Each individual stair was lit by soft white lights, these lights illuminated Silver, Gold and Platinum records. The only place in the house where Axl wantonly displayed his musical achievements. They began to descend, Axcelise following DJ closely. They could hear the music, hear the people, smell the food.
DJ opened the door slowly, should there be anybody standing directly behind it. The floor vibrated up their legs and ran up the spine. People milled about, there bar was lit up in the largely dark room. Dancers wound their lithe bodies round shiny poles and flicked long hair, smiling at their beloved audience.
“Your old Dad puts on quite a shindig huh?” DJ said to Axcelise over the music.
“How the hell did I not know this was here?”
DJ merely shrugged and wound his way into the crowd leaving Axcelise feeling a little lost.
He squashed himself into a corner out the way and scanned the room. He saw Izzy sitting with his father and Sebastian Bach, and a few hangers on. He watched in horror as Axl accepted a straw, bent over the white lines and snorted them before passing the straw along. Laughing and wiping his nose against the sting, he didn’t even notice that Axcelise was there. Izzy looked up by instinct and spotted Axcelise standing there, his hands in his pockets and a look of thunder on his face.
Cautiously Izzy approached and offered a smile. “Lessy, we weren’t expecting you back until tomorrow.”
“Clearly.” Axcelise replied folding his arms. God, he looked just liked his father like that, arms folded, chest puffed out, legs slightly apart and his chin held defiantly. Without another word Axcelise whipped round and left stomping up the stairs to the main house. His father was a liar and a hypocrite. How dare he, how dare he!
Izzy dithered, torn between going after Axcelise and staying with Axl. He didn’t think it was a good time for Axl to be involved right now. He looked to his right where Axl had one of the hangers on over the table. Her legs were curled round his hips, and Axl was oblivious to everybody else. His mind made up he slipped out after Axcelise. He found him standing at the top of the stairs.
“I knew you’d follow me.” Izzy could hear the smile in his voice, it made him nervous and he looked behind him.
“It’s okay Dad’s too...preoccupied...to even realise I’m home.”
“Yeah about that...” Izzy scratched the back of his head, trying to think of something that made it all okay. Axcelise merely tutted and turned towards his bedroom leaving Izzy standing there.
“Well, are you coming?” he asked without even turning.
“Ugh...” but his legs were moving, all on their own...stop it, stop now. But they weren’t listening to his brain. He hovered in the door way, watched Axcelise light a cigarette, before smiling at him deliciously.
“Aren’t you coming in?”
“How much have you had to drink?”
Axcelise laughed lightly, seemingly totally in control of the situation; “Enough to know that I would like you in here, not enough that you need to feel your taking advantage of me.”
“But...”
“Oh I know what I’m doing.”
Izzy wished his legs would stay still, but there they go again.
He walked one, two, three steps and found himself at the side of the bed. Axcelise offered the half smoked cigarette which Izzy took, to his surprise he noticed that his hands weren’t shaking. He savoured the wet tip as he felt Axcelise adjust himself so his legs were either side of Izzys. He ran his hands up Izzys stomach, fingering the hair there. Izzys skin tingled at his touch, rising in goose bumps and tingling up his spin as the tips of the manipulating digits fluttered their way back down stopping at the waistband of his jeans. Somebody thumped past the room; both men turned and became still, hardly daring to breathe. Izzy could feel the blood rushing, banging round his body. Axcelise bit his lower lip, making it red his hands stilled on his Izzys hips. Whoever it was went back, a door slammed in the distance.
Axcelise chuckled, “That was close.” He whispered. Izzy stubbed the cigarette in the ashtray. Then ran his hands through Axcelises messy hair feeling the hair spray there. Axcelise looked up suddenly looking very innocent. Could he defile this young man? Could he bring himself to do this, without the make-up, bandannas and tequila? Axcelise played with the fly of his jeans before pulling it down with that awful grating noise. He sucked eagerly at Izzys fingers ignoring the sharp taste of nicotine left there. Butterflies rampaged in both of them as Izzy ran his fingers through Axcelises hair, feeling the hair spray residue.
“Axcelise, do you have...you know?”
“Not that kind but I have the regular ones.” Axcelise replied, smirking as he released Izzys half hard cock and licked lightly along the length making it twitch as blood surged and Izzy shivered. He hid it with a humourless laugh.
“The regular ones, have you been doing it with girls? Ewww!”
“Yeah since it turns out that Daddies rich I been able to rub uglies more often.” Axcelise gave his trademark lopsided grin as Izzy chuckled. He hated the thought of Axcelise with anybody else, it made him itch. Axcelise flicked his tongue over the swelling head trying his best to ignore the taste.
“You’re such a tease.”
Axcelise took in as much as he could, the salty pre-come coating the back of his tongue, making him want to gag. He pulled back a little before plunging back down. Izzy began to thrust gently forcing Axcelise to put his hand on the base in an attempt to control. The incoming breeze make the hairs on Axcelises arms stand up, they could smell the garden. Izzy could smell the long burned incense and the hint of sleep. He could smells Axls washing powder on the sheets....Axl...Izzy moaned and Axcelise swirled his tongue round the fully erect member filling his mouth.
Izzy clawed at Axcelises shirt, trying in vain to take it off. Axcelise took it off and discarded it on the floor, his father would go mad. Right now, he didn’t care his skin was feeling oversensitive and his entire body was in overdrive. Izzy nibbled on Axcelises ribs, just as the chest met under the arm. Where it almost ticked, but not quite. Izzy could taste the deodorant the chemicals making his mouth dry. He made his way to a taught nipple, bereft of ring;
“You should get your nipple pierced.” He mumbled into it. Axcelise just snorted, too engrossed in the nerves firing pleasure to his brain.
Izzy lifted both arms about Axcelises head to lie him down and forcing him to submit. He roughly claimed the young man’s’ lips and darted his tongue in. Axcelise still tastes like jelly sweets and tobacco. His breathing had become shallow his ear was nibbled on. Izzy casually held his arm over Axcelises throat. Their kisses had turned to desperate, hungry and wanting. There was no technique and no forethought. Izzy fumbled with Axcelises trousers while his own belt was more deftly removed.
Axcelise was completely shaved, the skin was as smooth and pale as the rest of him. Izzy stopped a moment to caress the creamy expanse that lay before him, his hands wandered down the thin frame, over the jutting hip bones to stoke lightly down the thighs. Up again to pay some attention to the cock that was getting harder and harder, twitching in Izzys hands.
“’Lessy where’s that lube?” he asked in a soft, quite voice. Axcelise had to roll away for a moment to grab a well used tube of lube. Izzy chuckled as his took it.
“You always have lube?”
Axcelise shrugged, “Yeah, I like it.”
“Good.” Izzy made a show of putting lube on his fingers. Axcelise grinned, wiggled and spread his legs wider in anticipation.
Cold fingers wormed their way inside, cooling as it was smeared. Axcelise bit his lower lip, long fingers gripping the wrinkled sheets, he let out a barely audible moan and turned it into a soft panting. Izzy managed to finish undressing with just one hand that shook. He worked himself, only taking his eyes of Axcelise when necessary. He couldn’t wait, he could just imagine himself being enclosed in the tight muscles as they contracted round his fingers. He retracted them. Instead of getting the whine he was expecting Axcelise shifted himself into a more comfortable position, wriggling down the bed and bending his knees up to minimise the pain. Izzy took it as a willingness to be taken and was more than happy to oblige.
He took a deep breath as Izzy lined himself up. Izzy eased just the spongy head in and stopped as he heard Axcelise hiss. He opened his eyes, when had he closed them? Axcelise’s remained closed but his face had relaxed after a moment. His hands were wandering up and down Izzys sides as he struggled to hold himself up; he dropped to hold himself on his forearms. Axcelise had stopped at his hips and pressed his fingertips in lightly. Taking his signal Izzy eased the rest of the in using Axcelise’s signals as his guide.
Gently he pulled out before drawing himself back in, Izzys entire body involved in the act. Axcelise was becoming insistent, taking kisses and nibbling. He wanted Izzy right on top, to be part of what Izzy was experiencing. The other obliged by lying his full weight on the younger man; who was becoming more vocal, spurring him on. Axcelise rocked with Izzy, his arms tight should he think about moving away or worse, off. He couldn’t breathe properly, and the world was spiralling away...somewhere.
Izzy became increasly aware of what the young man was experiencing; his muscles were so tight Izzy could barely move. They screamed of the pleasure that was thumping through the young, writhing body beneath him.
It all happened in a fraction of a second;
“Ohohoh, I’m gonna, Izzy....” the sentence was garbled and hard to hear. But the arching back and gripping thighs screamed what was about to happen.
Izzy kissed the unpeirced ear and whispered into it;
“I know, I can feel you; come for me, go on, come.”
The muscles round his cock were painfully tight, but Axcelise was still moving, rocking his hips until Izzy couldn’t stand it and released himself a second before Axcelise did.
They lay there, sprawled, in silence for a while before Izzy said;
“Do you think we gave the game away?” earning a laugh from Axcelise,
“Maybe, but for now I’m sticky and horrible and I need a cigarette, you want one?”
“Ugh, yeah thanks.”
“Izzy...are you staying tonight?” Axcelise didn’t even look at him as he asked the question. Instead he looked directly at the ash tray that said on his lap. He didn’t even know why he’d asked in the first place.
“Yes I am Less, but not here, I’ll be in the guest room.”
“Are you going back down there ?”
“Later, are you coming?”
Axcelise just shook his head.
Author: Screamer06
Pairing: Izzy Stradlin/OC
Warning: MM secks!
Disclaimer: I don't own, this is meant for entertainment only. None of this ever happened.
Notes: Thank you as always to my Beta, this is for her.
Axcelise and DJ came in, opening the door as quietly as they could. Every creak seems too loud; Axcelise winced as the door clicked shut. He slipped off his boots and fell against the wall. DJ held his arm the steady him and laughed. Both had been out all evening, neither had any idea why they were trying to be so quite. They continued to shush each other and hold their fingers to their lips.
“Oh my earsh are ringing.” Axcelise said holding his hands over them, “And my feet are throbbin’ and I’m drunk.” Laughter erupted and quickly hushed.
“No dude I can feel it too.”
“What the ringing?”
“No, shush.”
They were both quite in the darkened hallway, feeling the regular thumping snaking across the floor and running up the legs.
“Cool, do you know what that means?” DJ asked, a wicked grin erupting over his face, the shadows falling on his face making him look positively demonic.
“No, why would I?”
“You live here, so why the hell don’t you?”
Axcelise shrugged by way of reply. DJ rolled his eyes and pulled Axcelise through the front room, through the kitchen. Ahead of him was a door he had somehow failed to notice. The thumping had intensified. DJ opened the door to a red carpeted staircase. Each individual stair was lit by soft white lights, these lights illuminated Silver, Gold and Platinum records. The only place in the house where Axl wantonly displayed his musical achievements. They began to descend, Axcelise following DJ closely. They could hear the music, hear the people, smell the food.
DJ opened the door slowly, should there be anybody standing directly behind it. The floor vibrated up their legs and ran up the spine. People milled about, there bar was lit up in the largely dark room. Dancers wound their lithe bodies round shiny poles and flicked long hair, smiling at their beloved audience.
“Your old Dad puts on quite a shindig huh?” DJ said to Axcelise over the music.
“How the hell did I not know this was here?”
DJ merely shrugged and wound his way into the crowd leaving Axcelise feeling a little lost.
He squashed himself into a corner out the way and scanned the room. He saw Izzy sitting with his father and Sebastian Bach, and a few hangers on. He watched in horror as Axl accepted a straw, bent over the white lines and snorted them before passing the straw along. Laughing and wiping his nose against the sting, he didn’t even notice that Axcelise was there. Izzy looked up by instinct and spotted Axcelise standing there, his hands in his pockets and a look of thunder on his face.
Cautiously Izzy approached and offered a smile. “Lessy, we weren’t expecting you back until tomorrow.”
“Clearly.” Axcelise replied folding his arms. God, he looked just liked his father like that, arms folded, chest puffed out, legs slightly apart and his chin held defiantly. Without another word Axcelise whipped round and left stomping up the stairs to the main house. His father was a liar and a hypocrite. How dare he, how dare he!
Izzy dithered, torn between going after Axcelise and staying with Axl. He didn’t think it was a good time for Axl to be involved right now. He looked to his right where Axl had one of the hangers on over the table. Her legs were curled round his hips, and Axl was oblivious to everybody else. His mind made up he slipped out after Axcelise. He found him standing at the top of the stairs.
“I knew you’d follow me.” Izzy could hear the smile in his voice, it made him nervous and he looked behind him.
“It’s okay Dad’s too...preoccupied...to even realise I’m home.”
“Yeah about that...” Izzy scratched the back of his head, trying to think of something that made it all okay. Axcelise merely tutted and turned towards his bedroom leaving Izzy standing there.
“Well, are you coming?” he asked without even turning.
“Ugh...” but his legs were moving, all on their own...stop it, stop now. But they weren’t listening to his brain. He hovered in the door way, watched Axcelise light a cigarette, before smiling at him deliciously.
“Aren’t you coming in?”
“How much have you had to drink?”
Axcelise laughed lightly, seemingly totally in control of the situation; “Enough to know that I would like you in here, not enough that you need to feel your taking advantage of me.”
“But...”
“Oh I know what I’m doing.”
Izzy wished his legs would stay still, but there they go again.
He walked one, two, three steps and found himself at the side of the bed. Axcelise offered the half smoked cigarette which Izzy took, to his surprise he noticed that his hands weren’t shaking. He savoured the wet tip as he felt Axcelise adjust himself so his legs were either side of Izzys. He ran his hands up Izzys stomach, fingering the hair there. Izzys skin tingled at his touch, rising in goose bumps and tingling up his spin as the tips of the manipulating digits fluttered their way back down stopping at the waistband of his jeans. Somebody thumped past the room; both men turned and became still, hardly daring to breathe. Izzy could feel the blood rushing, banging round his body. Axcelise bit his lower lip, making it red his hands stilled on his Izzys hips. Whoever it was went back, a door slammed in the distance.
Axcelise chuckled, “That was close.” He whispered. Izzy stubbed the cigarette in the ashtray. Then ran his hands through Axcelises messy hair feeling the hair spray there. Axcelise looked up suddenly looking very innocent. Could he defile this young man? Could he bring himself to do this, without the make-up, bandannas and tequila? Axcelise played with the fly of his jeans before pulling it down with that awful grating noise. He sucked eagerly at Izzys fingers ignoring the sharp taste of nicotine left there. Butterflies rampaged in both of them as Izzy ran his fingers through Axcelises hair, feeling the hair spray residue.
“Axcelise, do you have...you know?”
“Not that kind but I have the regular ones.” Axcelise replied, smirking as he released Izzys half hard cock and licked lightly along the length making it twitch as blood surged and Izzy shivered. He hid it with a humourless laugh.
“The regular ones, have you been doing it with girls? Ewww!”
“Yeah since it turns out that Daddies rich I been able to rub uglies more often.” Axcelise gave his trademark lopsided grin as Izzy chuckled. He hated the thought of Axcelise with anybody else, it made him itch. Axcelise flicked his tongue over the swelling head trying his best to ignore the taste.
“You’re such a tease.”
Axcelise took in as much as he could, the salty pre-come coating the back of his tongue, making him want to gag. He pulled back a little before plunging back down. Izzy began to thrust gently forcing Axcelise to put his hand on the base in an attempt to control. The incoming breeze make the hairs on Axcelises arms stand up, they could smell the garden. Izzy could smell the long burned incense and the hint of sleep. He could smells Axls washing powder on the sheets....Axl...Izzy moaned and Axcelise swirled his tongue round the fully erect member filling his mouth.
Izzy clawed at Axcelises shirt, trying in vain to take it off. Axcelise took it off and discarded it on the floor, his father would go mad. Right now, he didn’t care his skin was feeling oversensitive and his entire body was in overdrive. Izzy nibbled on Axcelises ribs, just as the chest met under the arm. Where it almost ticked, but not quite. Izzy could taste the deodorant the chemicals making his mouth dry. He made his way to a taught nipple, bereft of ring;
“You should get your nipple pierced.” He mumbled into it. Axcelise just snorted, too engrossed in the nerves firing pleasure to his brain.
Izzy lifted both arms about Axcelises head to lie him down and forcing him to submit. He roughly claimed the young man’s’ lips and darted his tongue in. Axcelise still tastes like jelly sweets and tobacco. His breathing had become shallow his ear was nibbled on. Izzy casually held his arm over Axcelises throat. Their kisses had turned to desperate, hungry and wanting. There was no technique and no forethought. Izzy fumbled with Axcelises trousers while his own belt was more deftly removed.
Axcelise was completely shaved, the skin was as smooth and pale as the rest of him. Izzy stopped a moment to caress the creamy expanse that lay before him, his hands wandered down the thin frame, over the jutting hip bones to stoke lightly down the thighs. Up again to pay some attention to the cock that was getting harder and harder, twitching in Izzys hands.
“’Lessy where’s that lube?” he asked in a soft, quite voice. Axcelise had to roll away for a moment to grab a well used tube of lube. Izzy chuckled as his took it.
“You always have lube?”
Axcelise shrugged, “Yeah, I like it.”
“Good.” Izzy made a show of putting lube on his fingers. Axcelise grinned, wiggled and spread his legs wider in anticipation.
Cold fingers wormed their way inside, cooling as it was smeared. Axcelise bit his lower lip, long fingers gripping the wrinkled sheets, he let out a barely audible moan and turned it into a soft panting. Izzy managed to finish undressing with just one hand that shook. He worked himself, only taking his eyes of Axcelise when necessary. He couldn’t wait, he could just imagine himself being enclosed in the tight muscles as they contracted round his fingers. He retracted them. Instead of getting the whine he was expecting Axcelise shifted himself into a more comfortable position, wriggling down the bed and bending his knees up to minimise the pain. Izzy took it as a willingness to be taken and was more than happy to oblige.
He took a deep breath as Izzy lined himself up. Izzy eased just the spongy head in and stopped as he heard Axcelise hiss. He opened his eyes, when had he closed them? Axcelise’s remained closed but his face had relaxed after a moment. His hands were wandering up and down Izzys sides as he struggled to hold himself up; he dropped to hold himself on his forearms. Axcelise had stopped at his hips and pressed his fingertips in lightly. Taking his signal Izzy eased the rest of the in using Axcelise’s signals as his guide.
Gently he pulled out before drawing himself back in, Izzys entire body involved in the act. Axcelise was becoming insistent, taking kisses and nibbling. He wanted Izzy right on top, to be part of what Izzy was experiencing. The other obliged by lying his full weight on the younger man; who was becoming more vocal, spurring him on. Axcelise rocked with Izzy, his arms tight should he think about moving away or worse, off. He couldn’t breathe properly, and the world was spiralling away...somewhere.
Izzy became increasly aware of what the young man was experiencing; his muscles were so tight Izzy could barely move. They screamed of the pleasure that was thumping through the young, writhing body beneath him.
It all happened in a fraction of a second;
“Ohohoh, I’m gonna, Izzy....” the sentence was garbled and hard to hear. But the arching back and gripping thighs screamed what was about to happen.
Izzy kissed the unpeirced ear and whispered into it;
“I know, I can feel you; come for me, go on, come.”
The muscles round his cock were painfully tight, but Axcelise was still moving, rocking his hips until Izzy couldn’t stand it and released himself a second before Axcelise did.
They lay there, sprawled, in silence for a while before Izzy said;
“Do you think we gave the game away?” earning a laugh from Axcelise,
“Maybe, but for now I’m sticky and horrible and I need a cigarette, you want one?”
“Ugh, yeah thanks.”
“Izzy...are you staying tonight?” Axcelise didn’t even look at him as he asked the question. Instead he looked directly at the ash tray that said on his lap. He didn’t even know why he’d asked in the first place.
“Yes I am Less, but not here, I’ll be in the guest room.”
“Are you going back down there ?”
“Later, are you coming?”
Axcelise just shook his head.