Gay GN'R and Mötley Crüe Oneshots

Confessions // Izzy x Axl

Trigger warning: homophobic language
This one also has lots of swearing 😬(mostly f-bombs)
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"You said you wanted to talk to me?" Axl asked, standing by Izzy's bed with an expectant look on his face.

"Uh...yeah," Izzy replied nervously. He pat the mattress, gesturing for Axl to take a seat beside him on the bed. "You, uh, might wanna sit down."

Axl narrowed his eyes slightly but compiled, still looking at Izzy expectantly. "Well?" he demanded. "What did you want to tell me?"

Izzy swallowed nervously. He knew this was a bad idea. He knew how Axl had been raised. The singer would probably hate him. But a small part of Izzy hoped that maybe, just maybe, Axl felt the same. Surely he must've felt something more than friendship during the many late nights the two of them had spent just holding each other as though they could shield each other from the cruelty of the world?

Axl snapped his fingers in front of Izzy's face, jarring the raven-haired man back to the present.

"Izz, I don't have all day," Axl said impatiently. "Spit it out or I'm gonna leave."

As soon as Axl said the word 'leave', Izzy felt an unpleasant jolt in his gut. He couldn't let Axl leave, not yet. He would never have the courage to do this again.

Slightly panicked, Izzy blurted out, "I like you!" He stared at his feet the entire time, too scared to look at Axl to gauge his friend's reaction.

Axl was staying scarily silent. Izzy finally worked up the nerve to look at him. He felt his heart drop at the dangerous glint in Axl's eyes.

"You...what?" Axl asked. His voice was no louder than a whisper, but Izzy didn't miss the deadly undertone those two words contained.

"I..." Izzy trailed off and returned his gaze to the ground. His chest felt oddly tight as he tried to find the right words to explain himself. "I like you, Ax. Like...as more than a friend. You've always been there for me a-and you make me feel safe and...I guess I just caught feelings."

"What the fuck, Izzy," Axl muttered, abruptly standing up from the bed.

Izzy looked up at Axl. A shiver ran down his spine at the cold expression on Axl's face.

"Axl..."

"What the fuck," Axl repeated, louder than last time.

Izzy stood up from the bed and took a cautious step toward Axl, heart pounding painfully in his chest. "Axl, I'm sorry—"

"You can't just say that!" Axl interrupted, sounding nearly hysterical. "Y-You can't just...you can't say that!"

"What do you mean?" Izzy asked warily. He was confused. Axl didn't sound hateful. He sounded confused. Afraid, even.

"You like me as more than a friend?! You- You're in love with me?!" Axl was shouting by now. "You can't say that! To me! You can't say that to me!"

"Why not?!" Izzy demanded, feeling a little braver. Maybe Axl was simply in denial.

"You j-just can't," Axl stammered. Izzy swore he could see tears swimming in Axl's mesmerizing eyes. He felt tears of his own threatening to spill down his cheeks as he realized that he might lose Axl forever because of his stupid feelings.

"Why would you say that?" Axl demanded. His voice was growing louder again. "I'm a guy. You're a guy. It's wrong, Izzy. It's wrong!"

"Ax, you know that's not true," Izzy told him gently. He should have known how hard tu would be for Axl to unlearn the things his father had literally beaten into him.

"I can't stay here," Axl murmured. "I can't- fuck. I need to leave." The redhead turned as though to walk out of Izzy's room.

"Axl, wait!" Izzy cried, reaching out to grab the redhead by the elbow.

That was a fatal mistake.

Axl spun around, eyes blazing with rage. "Don't fucking touch me, you disgusting fag!" he screamed. He shoved Izzy away from him with all his might, sending the guitarist falling to the floor. Izzy looked up at Axl in fear, trying his best to hold back tears.

Without another word, Axl all but ran out of Izzy's room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Izzy finally let himself fall apart. He sat with knees pulled up to his chest, sobbing into his arms. Tears streamed from his eyes, soaking the sleeves of the sweater he was wearing. His shoulder shook with the force of his sobs and his chest felt impossibly tight. Shame, fear, anger, confusion, hurt, and sorrow were bubbling up inside him like a geyser of negative emotion, ready to erupt in the form of more sobs and tears.

Why did this have to happen to me?

Why did I have to go and fall in love with Axl motherfucking Rose?

Why the hell did I think it was a good idea to tell him how I feel?

Izzy must have cried himself to sleep, because when he opened his eyes, he felt a warm presence at his side. Someone was sitting beside him, delicately running their fingers through his matted black hair.

Startled, Izzy turned his head.

Axl was sitting beside him, gazing at Izzy with wide green eyes.

"W-What do you want?" Izzy asked, quickly getting over his initial shock. Axl was probably here to kick him out of the band.

Axl stopped petting Izzy's hair and folded his hands in his lap. "Izzy...I'm so sorry."

Izzy narrowed his eyes mistrustfully. "You're sorry? Why?"

"For—"

"For screaming at me?" Izzy interrupted bitterly. "For insulting me? For leaving me here to cry myself to sleep on the floor?"

Axl looked away guiltily.

"You could have at least rejected me like a normal fucking person," Izzy muttered.

"I was scared," Axl confessed. "You know the beliefs my father raised me on. I know that's not an excuse but...fuck, Izzy, I like you too."

Izzy stared at Axl in shock. Hope began to flow through him, but he forced it down. He'd already had his heart broken once today. If this was just some sick game Axl was playing, he wasn't about to fall for it.

"I've had feelings for you for a while," Axl admitted quietly. "I don't know when or why it started. But it scared me. It still does. We've been friends for so long, I didn't want to screw that up by falling in love with you. I thought that, as long as you didn't feel the same, I could just ignore how I felt. But then you confessed and...I freaked out."

By the time he had finished speaking, Axl had tears slowly running down his face. "I'm so fucking sorry, Izzy. I should have never said those things to you. I-I understand if you've changed your mind about me, seeing how fucking awful I was to you, b-but if you want to give this—us—a chance, then...."

Izzy lunged forward and pulled Axl into a bone-crushing hug. "I want to give us a chance," he breathed, burying his face in Axl's soft ginger hair.

"Thank god," Axl said with a teary laugh.

Izzy just hugged him tighter. Tears began to flow down his face again, but this time they were tears of joy. He still felt a lingering bitterness at Axl's initial reaction to his confession, but they would talk about that later. For now, he just wanted to focus on the warm feeling slowly spreading in his chest. He never wanted to let Axl go. And judging by the way Axl had his arms wrapped tightly around Izzy, it seemed the redhead felt the same.

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I literally don't know how to write good endings 😭

This one was pretty dialogue-heavy but I like the way it turned out. I'm a sucker for hurt/comfort in case you couldn't tell lol