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The Stars Are a Part Of Us: The Brains Of This Outfit

This my “Almost Famous” inspired groupie fic, with appearances by @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands (Celestia/Alessia), @sexcoffeeandrockandroll (Absinthe/Amy) and @no-stone-no-bone (Velvet), plus yours truly as Karen.  This is a pretty dark fic, with VERY mature themes and smut.  Cross-posted on AO3

Tag list @izzysdenimjacket ​ @no-stone-no-bone ​ @sexcoffeeandrockandroll @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands ​ @smokeandmirrorz ​ @sodalitefully ​ @roger-taylors-car ​ @lost-in-the-80s @whisperess33 ​ @shawolat​ ​@80snikki @rumoured-whispers

Warnings: Underage sex, drug use, drinking, implied violence.  18+ ONLY

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Big news at the start of a new week ... My #slaxl story Sunset Love has reached 100 kudos on AO3!! 🎉*does happy dance* 💃 ❤️😁 See bio for Link to full story! . . . . . #slaxl #gunsnroses #gunsnrosesforever #gunsnrosesfans #slash #slashfiction #axlrose #axlroseisonfire #fanfiction https://www.instagram.com/p/CMJ6gFjsiLE/?igshid=1c17tqr3vipnp

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Sunset Love ch.10: Not any more

Slash got to his knees over Axl, his legs still trembling as his orgasm dissipated. He placed a hand each side of Axl's head and propped himself on his palms, looking down on the other man's face. The cheap wooden boards of their makeshift loft scraped against his skin but the blissed-out feeling pooling throughout his body killed the discomfort.

To his surprise, Axl flipped himself over and got to his knees, too. Slash found himself looking down at Axl's bare back.

Then all other thoughts vanished from Slash's mind as he regarded the naked ass beneath him.

Yes, he had seen it often enough, encased in shiny black leather, on stage; he had even seen it mostly bare when Axl performed in his infamous assless chaps. He had never given it much thought before - he was usually so preoccupied with his playing, not to mention drunk or high, or both.

What had he been thinking? he asked himself. It was the curviest, tightest, most perfectly shaped ass he had ever seen.

He reached out a hand and stroked the soft, smooth buttocks, then lowered his head and pulled his lips and nose across the skin. With delight, he heard the other man's soft moans as he buried his face in the softness.

Axl turned his head to the side for a moment and said quietly, "I want to feel you inside me."

Slash's cock, already hard again, twitched at the words. He looked on in amazement as Axl arched his back so that his buttocks parted slightly, exposing his beautiful asshole. Slash moved his hips from side to side so that his cock, stiff and slick with precum, grazed off one buttock, then the other, a thread of shiny, sticky liquid connecting the tip of his cock to Axl's skin, while Axl groaned in pleasure.

Remembering his own pain moments before, Slash scooped a palmful of his own cum, still sticky on his belly, down to his cock and lubricated himself. He ran his fingers around Axl's hole and inside as well, adding spit for good measure, while Axl breathed raggedly and raised his ass higher in a silent plea.

Oh sweet fucking Christ, thought Slash as he finally pushed the gleaming, swollen tip of his cock against the opening of Axl's ass. The other man's skin was tight, yet yielding. Their moans mingled as Slash pushed oh so gently inside.

Fuck, Axl was tight, so much tighter than pussy; Slash felt his cock being squeezed hard; it was a weird sensation, still new to him, but it was fucking amazing. He had a hand on each of Axl's buttocks now, lightly keeping them apart to allow him to plunge himself farther, deeper, as the other man responded by pushing back against him. Slash withdrew slightly, then pushed in again, and again, till he was balls deep inside, his groin pressed against that perfect ass.

Slash felt a lump rise in his throat at the feeling that part of his body was literally inside Axl's, at how they were now as close as they could possibly be, their bodies fused. His head swam and he realised it was awe at the beauty of what they were doing, at the intimacy they were sharing. He buried his face in the warm skin between Axl's shoulder blades, glad that Axl couldn't see his face or the tears threatening in his eyes.

Slash felt for Axl's outstretched arms against the wooden boards and grasped the backs of Axl's hands, intertwining their fingers. His plunges were coming harder and faster, unstoppable now, his cock pulsing as Axl moved with every thrust; he felt Axl's insides clench around his length; he lost all control and cried out "Axl, Axl" as he emptied himself into his friend, exploding load after load into the beautiful body.

They collapsed, Slash chest-down on Axl's back. They lay, rib cages heaving, hands still entwined, panting, sweating, spent.

After a minute, Axl shifted and Slash rolled off him. They lay side by side on their backs, arms touching, sweat mingling. They looked each other full in the face. Slash's impulse was to look away but he forced himself to maintain eye contact. Axl's gaze was steady, unflinching, the green eyes turned grey in the dim light from the lamp on the floor below.

"That was - " said Axl, then stopped.

"I know," muttered Slash.

"What is this?"

"I don't fucking know," said Slash.

Another pause. The only sounds were their breathing, slowing gradually, and the distant hum of early-morning traffic. Slash slowly remembered that there was a world outside these four walls. He pushed the thought aside. He wanted to stay here, in their spell, inside.

The corners of Slash's mouth turned up as he recalled the previous evening. It seemed like an eternity ago. Had Axl really been jealous of some random chick Slash had hooked up with in the Whisky toilets? Had he really gone looking for Axl, determined to end this thing once and for all?

"You not jealous any more?" Slash said with a sly grin.

Axl smiled back.

"Guess not," he said, and turned his eyes up to the ceiling.

After a moment, Axl turned his face back to Slash and said, "I want to own you."

Slash didn't know what to say. There was no need. Axl leaned over, grabbed Slash's shoulders, pressed his lips to Slash's neck and began to suck, hard.

"Ow!"

Slash flinched and tried to pull back but Axl was holding him tight. After a few seconds, Axl let go and surveyed his work with a satisfied look.

"Did you just give me a hickey, motherfucker?" demanded Slash, rubbing the tender spot on his neck, not knowing whether to be pleased or outraged.

"I've marked you. That means you're mine," said Axl in such a deeply sexy voice that Slash couldn't be annoyed. His head and chest filled with what he guessed was happiness.

He leaned over and kissed Axl softly. Axl returned the kiss. They nestled into each other's arms and fell asleep.

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Very pleased that my #slaxl story ‘Sunset love’ is ranking high under #rock on Wattpad (out of 1000s), I wanna get it higher under #slaxl tho!! (Out of 165 😕) Id really appreciate if you could share and like my story,,follow me on Wattpad, (link in bio), not to mention read and vote!! 😍😍 https://www.instagram.com/p/CKe4jObs4R5/?igshid=m8gjlcpz44en

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Very pleased that my #slaxl story ‘Sunset love’ is ranking high under #rock on Wattpad (out of 1000s), I wanna get it higher under #slaxl tho!! (Out of 165 😕) Id really appreciate if you could share and like my story,,follow me on Wattpad, (link in bio), not to mention read and vote!! 😍😍 https://www.instagram.com/p/CKe4jObs4R5/?igshid=3tvskx0alken

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Sunset Love, ch. 9: Do you want me to?

Slash watched Axl swing himself nimbly up into the loft. In the shadows cast by the lamplight, Axl's hand grabbed Slash's and pulled him up. They rolled over the wood, clothes discarded. Axl's naked body felt so good against his. The skin was smooth and warm. Strong arms and legs encircled him and pulled him underneath.

"Fuuuck," Slash heard himself groan at the pleasure coursing through his veins. Axl's body was surprisingly heavy on top of him. Slash squeezed his eyes shut at the delicious sensation of being pinned down. Axl was grinding his crotch into Slash's, rubbing their cocks together, precum coating both of their shafts and making them slide against each other. 

Slash reached down a hand and took Axl's full length into his palm, sliding his hand up and down against its smooth solidity. My god, he is fucking huge, thought Slash. He couldn't stop a grin stealing over his face, breaking their passionate kissing.

"Something funny?" said Axl, lifting up his head to scrutinise Slash's face, sweaty strands of his hair tickling Slash's nose. Slash's heart melted a little at the vulnerable expression on the other man's face. Could Axl possibly think something was wrong with himself? 

"Only how fucking blown away I am by your amazing cock," said Slash, brushing back a handful of hair behind Axl's ear and flushing inwardly at his own directness. He wasn't one for dirty talk ... or talk at all for that matter... but Axl was making him open parts of himself he hadn't even been aware of.

Axl smiled shyly and ducked his head, which sent another rush of blood to Slash's dick. For the second time that night, Slash sensed that Axl was struggling for words. He marvelled at being granted access to this hidden version of a person he thought he knew. 

Slash's knees were being pushed up and back towards his shoulders now, Axl's hands strong and sure. Slash waited in delicious anticipation and then... fingers were pushed into his mouth.

"Suck," commanded Axl.

Slash did as he was told, winding his tongue around the fingers, coating them with saliva. Then the fingers were removed from his mouth and ...yessss.... he felt them at his ass, stroking ever so gently around his entrance, then more firmly, teasing, tantalising... 

Slash squeezed his eyes shut as the pressure he longed for started building up around his hole, Axl's fingers circling closer to the centre. 

"Fuuuck... just push into me already," moaned Slash. He realised he was begging but he couldn't help it; his need was so great, he wanted Axl inside him more than anything.

"You want me to finger-fuck you?" murmured Axl, a hint of a mockery in his low voice. Slash couldn't believe he was being teased.

"Yes, you bastard."

"That's not how you speak to your daddy," whispered Axl in Slash's ear, his fingers still slowly circling. 

Slash couldn't believe how much that word aroused him. He clamped his eyes shut again. He knew he would say literally anything to get what he craved.

"Please, daddy, will you fuck me?" panted Slash, surrendering all remaining notions of dignity.

Axl chuckled triumphantly. He plunged his fingers fast and deep into Slash. Slash winced and gasped in pain.

Axl pulled out instantly. "Fuck! I'm sorry!"

Slash waited for the pain to dissipate. He took the other man's hand, nuzzled their noses together and kissed Axl's mouth lightly, reassuringly. 

"It's okay, baby." How incredible it felt to call Axl that. "Do it again, just slowly." 

Slash took Axl's fingers into his mouth and coated them with more spit till they were dripping. After a final searching look into Slash's face to make sure he was okay, Axl turned his attention down again. 

Slash felt pressure, slow and gentle this time, going deeper and deeper into his ass. He groaned and breathed slowly in and out in an effort to stay relaxed. It was working; it felt better this time, pleasure and pressure mingling in his lower groin, farther back, behind his cock and sending pulses into his belly and down his shaft.

"Baby..." he hissed.

Something shifted inside him... Axl was scissoring his fingers, stretching him out carefully. Slash held his breath for a second at the new sensation. It was okay, Axl was being so gentle; it was good, so good.

"Christ, you're fucking tight," breathed Axl. 

Something else was building, a new pressure ... Slash's hips jerked upwards of their own accord and his eyes rolled back in his head as lights flashed behind his eyelids. He realised Axl was curling his fingers, hitting his sweet spot deep inside. It happened again, and again, causing Slash to throw his head back, banging his skull against the boards. It hurt but he didn't care. 

A wet lick on his neck and the sexiest voice in the world rasped, "You're so fucking hot like that."

Slash barely registered the words; his legs were beginning to shudder and spread even wider to allow Axl's fingers to plunge deeper. His arms flailed out, his hands grasping for something to cling to as the divine massage continued in the deepest part of his body, faster and faster, more and more intense until at last, Slash cried out in a mixture of despair and ecstasy. His cock released stream after stream of sticky semen onto his own belly, his hips bucking, his pleasure enhanced by knowing Axl was watching him in this moment of intense vulnerability. 

Slowly, the spinning in his head eased as Slash began to come to, his chest heaving. The ceiling of the room came into view over his head and he saw Axl's beautiful face looking down at him, strands of copper hair shining in the dim light, its owner smiling with a touch of victory but mostly with a tenderness that made Slash's heart ache. 

"You look... pleased with yourself," Slash managed to croak to cover his emotion.

Axl grinned, then reached out a hand and brushed Slash's matted curls out of his face.

"You're fucking amazing," said Axl softly, as if in wonder. 

His eyes were wider and softer than Slash had ever seen them, not narrowed in defensiveness or anger as they so often were. Slash's heart lurched; his eyes moistened; his body felt another flush as discomfort, his old friend, flooded through him again. He didn't know how to deal with Axl showing emotion. All he knew was that he didn't want them to stop touching.

"Do you want me to - ?" he said, glancing into the other man's face then away again in awkwardness.

"Hey," said Axl soothingly. He reached out a hand and gently turned Slash's face back to look up at him. "Don't be shy, baby." Soft lips glancing off his own. Those full, pink lips, now turning up at the edges into a smile. 

"Yeah, I want you to."

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Maybe a Steven Adler angst/fluff about comforting him when he gets kicked out of the band? 🥺💚

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[ A/N: Sorry took so long! 🥺 I hope you enjoy it anyway.. Steven needs some hugs 🥺 ]

It started out as a normal day.

The bright morning sun slithered it’s way into a crack in the dark curtains. The cool morning air made its way into the once warm apartment as you snuggled into Steven’s chest. You could feel his pumping heart beat against your cheek, making a wave of calm enter your body.

You loved being snuggled up against Steven. His body and his energy had such a warm, welcoming feeling that could bring anyone he was around a smile. That what made you love him in the first place, now that you think about it.

Steven’s arms wrapped around your back, bringing you closer to him. “I’ve got to get up, honey. The guys need me at rehearsal today.” His words reverberated against your cheek was his chest rumbled with each raspy syllable.

You reluctantly let him get up with a kiss on the lips and a promise from him that he will make it home as soon as he can.

You laid there in the plush bed, the comforter raised up to your chin. You were not ready to meet the world just yet.

Steven walked back into the room, walking over and closing the window. Then he bid you his goodbye with one last kiss.

“I’ll see you later, baby” his voice still had a rasp to it.

“Bye, baby. I’ll miss you.” You put a pout on your face, as much as you loved the guys, sometimes it made you a little jealous that they were getting time with Steven.

The front door softly shut, a sudden weight had weighed on your chest. Something wasn’t quite right. You couldn’t put your finger on it.

It was the same feeling you had when you first found out how bad Steven heroin addiction really got.

He hid it from you for the longest time, but it finally blew up on him. You found him passed out on your bathroom floor, needle in his arm, and his face pale blue.

It was the most heartbreaking and scariest moment of your life. Waiting for him in the hospital, while hounding the doctors and nurses about his condition.

When he finally woke up you were the first person he saw. When the wave of confusion passed a big guilty expression came over his face, that’s when you finally broke down.

You just cried, and cried, and cried some more. You thought you were going to lose Steven. You kept telling how worried you were, how you thought he would never wake up. How could you live life without seeing that smile again?

Steven was shakin up over the whole thing and how shaking up you were so when you said he had to stop, he agreed.

With the help of you and what the doctors recommended doing Steven was finally getting better, a little slip ups here and there but you could tell his eyes were shining brighter and his passion for the drums were coming back again.

So when you felt that dreaded feeling of anxiety, you thought of the worst. You got up from the warm bed you were laying in and picked up the phone, quickly calling the studio.

It rang a couple times before Axl picked up, “Hello?” He said into the phone.

“Hey Axl! Um, is Steven there?” Your voice shook with worry.

“Oh, yeah, he actually just left.” Axl said, a little saddened.

“What! Rehearsals not even half way through yet. Was it cut short?”

“I think it’s best he explains it. I’m sorry, Y/N” With that Axl hung up the phone, leaving you with the dull beeping.

You placed the phone back on the handle right as the door opened on revealed Steven.

Tears streamed down his face. When he saw you he turned away from your sight, trying to wipe them away. Your eyes shone with worry as you walked toward him, “honey, what’s wrong?” A soft motherly tone took over your voice. You walked in front of him, softly taking his puffy and reddened face in your hands.

“They kicked me out of...of the band.” He hiccuped through his words, tears once again making their way down his face.

“Oh honey.” You guided his face to bury itself in your neck, his tears greasing up your neck.

“Did they tell you why?” You added, you hand stroked his hair and back in order to calm him down.

He took in a gulp, “the fucking heroin.” You placed your hand on the back on Steven’s head, slowly swaying with him in the entryway. This was huge. The band was Steven’s second family. Whispered ‘whys’ tickled your neck as tears slipped down your face. Having Steven be in this much pain broke you. You never wanted Steven to be in pain. Ever. You stayed through the heroin and you’re definitely going to stay through this.

“It’s going to be okay, Steven.” His sobs quieted,

“I’m here.”

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Sunset Love ch. 8: The hour before dawn

AN: Here’s the next part in my Slaxl fic. Hope you like it! If you do, please Reblog, share, Like, etc. xx

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Slash sucked deeply on the reefer someone had passed him, leaned back his head and blew up a long, slow stream of aromatic smoke at the sky. 

It was sometime in the darkest part of the night, before dawn. His head swirled as he surveyed the blackness above. The noise in the lot outside their rehearsal space off Sunset and Gardner - music from a ghetto blaster, voices, laughter, bottles breaking, cans crunching, grunts from people fucking - was all around him, but he felt remote from it, disconnected.

A dull pain rumbled somewhere in his gut. He couldn't identify it ... He closed his eyes. Oh yes. He remembered. He had fucked some chick and Axl was giving him the silent treatment. In fact, he hadn't seen him since they left the Whisky.

Rage swelled in Slash's throat. He had known this ... thing... between him and Axl was a bad idea. He shook his head. He had been drunk, high, lonely, let his guard down... whatever. And now look where they were: Axl breaking his balls, acting like a fucking teenage girl. 

He shoved the reefer into someone's hand and pushed his way through the crowd in the lot, looking around him. He was going to have it out with that motherfucker once and for all.

He searched all over the lot and the alley. No sign. Slash elbowed his way past some people and pushed through the half-open door to their rehearsal space. He heard a female voice moaning and looked up to the loft. In the half-light cast by a lamp on the floor, he made out Axl, his face buried in some girl's breasts, his ass humping energetically between her thighs. 

Slash stood, frozen, for a second. Axl must have heard him come in because he lifted his head. When he saw it was Slash, an expression crossed his face... what was it? Through the haze in his head, Slash realised it was... vengeful.

Slash stumbled out the door. Appalled, he felt tears pricking behind his eyeballs. What the fuck? He wasn't seriously upset? 

He went and stood at end of the alley where it opened into Gardner Street, the party roaring  behind him. He pulled a crumpled pack of Marlboros out of his back pocket, lit up with shaking hands, inhaled and closed his eyes. 

Footsteps on the ground behind him. A rough hand at his shoulder, pulling him around.

They stood facing each other. Slash sucked coolly on his cigarette. Its brief glow highlighted  Axl's face, his lips pressed together in a snarl. No fucking way am I saying anything, thought Slash. Let's see if the amazing lyricist has the balls to talk first.

Slash couldn't help smirking when Axl opened his mouth.

"Your little performance in the Whisky didn't mean shit to me, asshole."

Slash couldn't help having a little fun. He widened his eyes. 

"You didn't like my playing?"

Axl's eyes narrowed and Slash saw the muscles in his jaw tighten.

"Funny. Making eyes at that chick all night. Making sure everyone saw you going into the restrooms with her. Acting like the big fucking stud coming back out." 

Axl shoved his hands into the back pockets of his leather trousers. He was clearly trying hard to be cool but his chest was heaving.

Slash frowned.

"Are you kidding, man? That chick gave me the eye first, not the other way around. And I don't give a fuck who did or didn't see." 

Slash exhaled his last drag and ground the cigarette under his toe. He steeled himself. He was going to say it.

"What the fuck do you care, anyway? We fuck chicks, that's what we do, what we've always done. I did it tonight, you did it tonight. Who gives a fuck?"

Axl was looking at his own toes now. He rubbed a hand over his mouth and turned away. 

Slash turned away too and looked down Gardner at the intersection with Sunset Boulevard. A solitary car sped through, going west, and disappeared into the night. The low, ever-present, night-time hum resumed. There were hours to go yet before the day's din began. 

His head ached. A familiar emptiness was gnawing at the edges of his consciousness. What was he doing with his life?

"Slash." 

That voice. That deep rumble. It made his goofy nickname sound like poetry.

"I -". 

An exhale, almost like a gasp. Slash looked around. Axl's back was still turned, he was still looking at the ground. Was he actually stuck for words?

"What?" snapped Slash, a harsh tone to his voice. He wasn't going to make it easy.

Another exasperated breath.

"I - I didn't like it." Another pause before Axl continued. "You and the chick in the Whisky. It - it made me pretty fucking pissed. Okay? You happy now?"

Slash felt warmth seep through his belly. Axl was jealous and... Slash realised he liked it.

Axl's arm was cold when Slash reached out and pulled him around as Axl had done to him minutes before. He folded the other man into his arms.

"Jesus fucking Christ," hissed Axl. Slash felt himself being pushed roughly up against the wall around the corner from the alley opening. 

"D'you want someone to see us?" Axl demanded, his face close to Slash's.

For a split second he thought Axl was about to beat the shit out of him. Then he felt the other man enveloping him in his arms and burying his face in Slash's neck. 

Slash slowly circled his arms around Axl's sinewy torso and stroked the back of Axl's head, equal mixtures of relief and arousal flooding through him.

"I'm fucking pissed at you, too," he said softly into Axl's hair.

He felt Axl's ribcage contort with a chuckle. 

"That girl there?" Axl's voice came muffled against the fabric on Slash's shoulder. "I totally did that to get back at you, man."

Slash held his friend tight, drinking in his scent, a sweet blend of sex, sweat, smoke, whisky, and something else, something undefinable that was just pure Axl. His head was swimming again, but not from weed this time. Axl had shown vulnerability. 

Slash felt Axl lift his head and slowly, cautiously, touch the tip of his nose to Slash's. That cute, adorable nose. Slash gently kissed it, the soft skin around it, then moved his lips down. Their mouths met hesitantly, almost carefully, as if they were mindful not to hurt each other again. The kiss deepened slowly as they held each other even more tightly, Axl's pillowy lips so incredibly soft and yielding, Slash drinking in the taste of him. Their tongues found each other and intertwined, harder now, searching inside each other's mouths more urgently, hands grasping in each other's hair. 

Axl pulled his mouth away, his breath coming hot and fast.

"I want you, Slash," he whispered, pushing his forehead against Slash's, eyes closed.

"I want you too," said Slash.

Without another word, they made for their door in the alley, heads down, not looking at anyone. A quick glance inside showed it was empty. Axl pulled the door shut after him and fumbled for his keychain in the dim lamplight. Slash heard the grind of the lock in the metal door.

Their bodies slammed together, hands everywhere, pushing off clothes, pulling at belt buckles. Slash yanked off Axl's pants, followed by his own. He had never felt such want; he wanted all of Axl, every part of him, now. Their mouths sucked at each other greedily, teeth pierced delicate lips, the taste of blood tinged Slash's tongue and it was good, so good. 

"Loft," panted Axl.

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i don’t think people really get how little feedback fanfic authors actually get? like the effort to reaction ratio is so abysmally skewed here that a fic nearly 50,000 words long takes an entire year to amass like. 16 comments. someone reblogged a fic i wrote at 4 am and tagged it with a 5-word compliment and i can’t stop thinking about it, not because it was so nice but because half the time you post a fic you’re going to hear nothing and anything feels like so much

fandom culture is so, so good about giving artists the credit they’re due, but we gotta start doing that for writers too. you’ve got no idea how much people put into their stories and get maybe a handful of reblogs and a dozen-odd kudos. that’s not enough. writing is an endurance sport and y’all need to start giving fic writers a reason to endure it and improve their craft. encourage writers like you encourage artists. reblog fics, leave tags, leave comments, acknowledge that these stories do not just spring into being for your entertainment. 

every single damn writer i know feels like half of their readers see them as a machine. that’s gotta change. 

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My Rock Realizations #1

Are You Gonna Go My Way is an anti-war song.

#rockmusic #rock music #rock lyrics #lennykravitz #lenny kravitz #are you gonna go my way #rockrealizations

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OMG OMG Slash gave up his snakes for his baby!!! *heart melts into a puddle*

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Sunset Love, ch. 7: Not a glance

AN: It's been a while... the weather is shit today and I'm grumpy!! Thanks for coming back -- or coming for the first time. I try to make the parts work on their own as well as being part of a longer story. Hope you like this one. xx

The chick with the low-cut top standing at the side of the dance floor had been looking up at him since the start of their set. It was quite clear from her expression what was on her mind. In between his riffs and solos, Slash was keeping an eye on her from behind his hair on stage.  

It was 9 P.M. on a Tuesday night and the Whisky was almost empty. The night hadn't even really started yet. But this was what you did when you were an unknown band - you started at the bottom of the bill, early in the week.

To give him his due, Axl wasn't letting the sparse audience affect his performance. He was giving it his all, as he always did: shirt thrown aside, sweat gleaming in the stage lights, the muscles in his back tightening and relaxing along with his voice.

Slash had given up pretending to himself that he wasn't watching Axl every chance he got to do so unobserved. On stage - behind his guitar and his hair, the other guys absorbed in their playing - was the perfect place. That writhing, snake-like body, ink standing out against the whiteness of the skin, the black leather pants slung low around the hips, barely clinging on...

Axl rang out the closing notes of their new song, 'Don't Cry', and let them reverberate around the room. A few hesitant hand claps echoed around the walls and their set was over.

The girl was still there. They made eye contact again and Slash felt a rush to his groin. Relief flowed through him. He was still straight. Whatever was going on with Axl didn't make him a fag. He cocked his head towards the restroom door beside the stage and the girl gave a brief nod.

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He buried his face in the girl's breasts and pulled her hips closer to his. She anchored her arms behind his neck and wrapped both her legs around his waist. The flimsy partitions in the Whisky toilets rattled as he began banging himself into her, pushing her against the wall to keep her up. It was skeezy but that was OK; he was into it and she certainly was too, thrusting her pelvis energetically against him and digging her nails into the skin on his back. He dragged his lips across her chest from one tit to the other, relishing the yielding softness, so different from...

He pulled his head up suddenly.

"What the fuck?" the girl gasped, her face in his shoulder. "Don't stop!"

Had he stopped? He resumed his frantic banging into her but was having trouble focusing on the task at hand. He'd been comparing this to ... how he felt doing the same thing with Axl. Jesus.

He squeezed his eyes tight and thank fucking Christ, he was about to come now... he exploded into her, clutching her buttocks tight to keep her in position. He kept thrusting til he was spent.

"Thanks, honey," he muttered, panting, as he let her down and hoisted his pants up. The girl grabbed some tissue and cleaned inside her thighs, looking none too happy.

"Yeah, really fucking great," she said, glaring. "What was that - like, twenty seconds?"

"Fuck you," he retorted, though he flushed inwardly. He knew he'd been selfish; he'd taken what he wanted from her and he just wanted to get out of there.

"Fuck YOU, asshole," she shouted and slammed the stall door behind her.

***

The next band was slamming out their first chords as he slunk out of the bathroom. More people were wandering in; cigarette smoke billowed, people's hands hung out over the balcony upstairs, some girls clustered against the front of the stage. Slash made out Duff, Izzy and Axl leaning against the bar at the other side of the room with their buddies West and Del, knocking back bottles of beer.

"Ah, here's the dirty dog," said Duff, grinning, holding out an arm as Slash approached. "Taking care of business, eh?"

They had all seen him disappear into the bathroom after the girl. The group chuckled indulgently, admiringly even.

Slash shrugged and flicked his eyes discreetly to Axl, as had become his habit. Axl was standing a little apart from the group, studying the band on stage intently. Slash mouthed 'Jack and coke' to the barman and checked back again. Yep, Axl was still acting like he wasn't there.

Slash sucked down his drink hungrily and signalled to the barman for another. He nodded along as Steven enthused to him about something, but he wasn't listening. Minutes passed and Axl's back remained firmly towards him.

Slash frowned in confusion. Sure, Axl was moody, and unexplained silences were a thing with him. This was one of those episodes, right? It couldn't be ... the girl, could it? Getting as much pussy as possible was one of their core aims as a band. Surely there was no way Axl was ... jealous?

At some point later, after several more drinks, Izzy flung his arm around Axl's shoulders, dragged him back to the group and forced him to clink bottles.

"Our position at the bottom of the bill continues uncontested!" exclaimed Izzy, lifting his drink into the air mock-heroically.

"How many was that tonight, four people?" mused Duff. "Two of them were our friends who we bribed with free beer -" he gestured to Del and West, who raised their drinks graciously - "One was that strung-out guy by the door who clearly hadn't a fucking clue where he was, and the other was that girl who just came to fuck Slash."

Axl looked away sharply, examining the ceiling. Everyone else was too drunk to notice, or care. But Slash knew now. It was the fucking girl.

"Better than our first gig," said Steve. "The Troubadour, before Seattle? Two people - the bar manager and that random guy who said he thought we were gonna be some other band?"

"Your fan base is growing, then," declared Del. "I call that progress." More cheering and clinking bottles.

Slash wanted to leave, wanted to get Axl on his own and demand to know what the fuck was going on, but the guys were in roaring form and the drinks were coming thick and fast. It was easier to just stay.  

The headlining band came on, the club had filled to capacity, bodies packed in, the music and noise deafening - and their collective cash had dried up.

"Back to the Sunset and Gardner Hotel and Villas!" roared Steve, throwing his arm around Slash's neck. Slash had loosened up a bit. The knots in his shoulders were relaxing and he could talk more. Thank fuck for that. He didn't care as much about things with plenty of alcohol on board. He headed for the door with the rest of them, not casting a glance at Axl.

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AN: It took a while to get this part right. I really want to hear what you think of it - it's harder to write tension than the lovey-dovey stuff :) Please leave me a comment.

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Sunset love ch. 6: Inside

AN: Welcome back! I've been working on this part for a while... here it is.

Slash felt Axl's weight lifting off his chest. His knees were pushed up and back towards his ears. Axl's hands moved feather-light down Slash's thighs to his ass. Discomfort flashed through Slash as his ass cheeks spread. He had never felt so exposed before.

"I'm spitting, OK?" came Axl's throaty whisper. Slash nodded again. A slick, wet finger pressed to his opening and he whimpered involuntarily.

"Is this OK?" said Axl, pausing.

Christ, his concern was so arousing. Slash nodded again and the finger pressed in, inside his body, farther in now, creating pressure deep in his groin and at his lower back that was so alien, so strange, but... good. Axl slid his finger out a little only to push into Slash's hole again, this time with two fingers. Slash jerked with a jolt of pain as his ass stretched inside. Axl's breath was at his ear.

"Good pain?"

"I - don't know," Slash whispered back. His fingers were clamped to Axl's back and his head rested against his sweat-slicked chest. "Try again."

The pressure came again, slowly, so slowly. Slash felt Axl's finger press into him again. It hurt and he flinched. Axl instantly pulled out.

"Sorry, I - " said Slash, flushing inwardly. He cursed himself. He had said he wanted it, now he was wasn't sure.

"Hold on," whispered Axl. Slash felt him kneel up again and push himself off. Slash frowned. Had he ruined it?

Slash heard rummaging - it sounded like fabric. Then Axl was back, his mouth over Slash's again, hot breath in his face.

"I got this earlier," came the deep voice. "Lube."

Slash slowly understood.

"I - I was hoping, you know..." said Axl, then trailed off. Slash flushed, this time with pleasure. Axl  had gone to the trouble - and embarrassment - of getting lube. He really wanted to be with him.

"It's OK," whispered back Slash, his hand reaching for Axl's face. "I - want to."

More rustling, then pressure again. Axl's fingers were much smoother this time. They slipped inside him, still slowly. Slash gasped. It was - it was still weird but... good.

"Better?" said Axl, pausing.

Slash nodded, biting his lips together. He felt Axl's fingers push farther inside him, then curl. The most intense sensation he had ever experienced shot through his body. He gasped and jerked his head up.

"You like that, baby?"

Axl's voice was deeper than ever, arousal reverberating in every syllable. Slash could barely nod.

"I'm going to push in now, OK?"

Slash nodded again. He felt a release of pressure as Axl withdrew his fingers, then stroke more lube around and inside his entrance. Axl moved his hands and supported himself on them, his hair hanging into Slash's face.

Slash felt intense pressure at his hole as Axl pushed into him again but this was different, so different, in such a fucking good way. A whole new sensation invaded him and Slash braced himself with his elbows, pulling his knees up more and raising his hips to meet Axl's, which were grinding against his crotch now, plunging deeper into him. A little pain again but Slash thrust himself forward some more, chasing the incredible pleasure from a few moments before. Axl moaned in delight at Slash's response and thrust forward again and again. He felt Axl's cock pulsate inside him. He pressed his face into Axl's, the other man's hot breath in his mouth, their foreheads together, and he thought he would die of intimacy.

Axl's body began to shudder and Slash realised Axl was losing control, that his hips were pushing on their own now. The shuddering grew faster and the thrusting harder. Finally,  Axl slammed into him, their skin melded together, hot, wet bursts shooting deep inside him as Axl collapsed on top of him, whispering in his ear in an otherworldly voice, "Slash, oh fuck, oh Slash, Slash..."

Hands, hair, mouths, lips, legs, skin, sweat...

Slash let his whole body fall back, Axl on top of him, and knew he never wanted to let this feeling go.

AN: Hope you liked this part! It's a new phase for the characters now, I'm not quite sure where they will go next... xxx

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OMG look how cute Slash is here ❤️ thank you @solpadawan for this

Look at the way he sits down, the way he lights his cigarette and shakes out the match, the way he grips his hair at the back, the way he looks into the audience and beams with the biggest smile because he's so happy to see everyone excited

I will never get over how absolutely adorable Slash is :')