Through The Eyes Of

I Missed Billy

Izzy

I leave Slash and Duff on the bathroom floor and head down the street to Axl's. Maybe I should be pissed about what went down last night but I can't really bring myself to be; the way Slash is freaking out tells me everything I need to know. So does the fact that Axl went out and bought (or stole?) him a bottle of whiskey; both of them feel guilty as hell and Axl must feel bad for doing what he did to the kid or he wouldn't have gone out and gotten him liquor. Having some liquor before they did it probably would have calmed the poor kid down but I guess he controlled himself well enough to get through it if Virgin sent us an offer.

I don't knock when I get to Axl's door I just use the key I still have and walk in. It's dark inside but I see him laying in the darkness smoking a cigarette. When the door opens he throws his arm up over his eyes and squints at me; he knows it's me, nobody else could just walk in here like that. "What are you doing here?" he asks.

"I came to see you," I answer and blow smoke up in the air. "I'm surprised you're still awake."

"Can't sleep," he says.

"Yeah, I guess not," I reply.

"How do you always fucking know everything?" he asks.

"I live with the other two? Also, we got offered a deal from Virgin and I went in to tell Duff and Slash and Slash ran into the bathroom and threw up instead of getting excited. It's not like Duff and I were going to let him out of the bathroom until he told us what the fuck that was all about." I tell Axl.

He sighs. "Fucking kid makes me feel so fucking guilty," he fumes. "Why does he have to be soo...nice? Niave? I don't know, you know what I mean, I know you do."

"Yeah, I know," I sigh. "You can't help but want to protect him from all the shit out there. But I was worried about you; Duff will take care of him. How are you?"

"I told you, fucking guilty. I keep seeing his eyes and how ashamed they were. Jesus Christ. He was fucking terrified. That fucker from Virgin said that nobody else will sign us either unless we turn him out. You know how bad that's gonna fuck him up?"

"Yeah, I was there this morning; I have a pretty good idea. What I don't know is how in the fuck we'd put him back together. He'll get fucking strung out or start drinking all the time, just watch. He might be drunk by the time I get home if Duff doesn't stop him. Of course Duff spends a lot of time drunk right now too trying to numb himself to the memory of those other fucking guys. God we're all going to be fucked up by the time we get signed," I say shaking my head and putting my arms around Axl who gladly melts into them. His arms slide around my waist and his head lays on my shoulder.

"I love you Izzy, I really miss you," he says so quietly that I almost don't hear him.

"I miss you too," I whisper.

"Stay awhile, please? Come back home?" he pleads. I don't answer I just pull him down so that we're both laying on the bed. He pushes me down into the mattress and presses his lips to mine and I don't fight it; I just twine my fingers through his hair and kiss back. When I feel his lips on mine after so long I realize how badly I want him. He's already shirtless in his underwear but he pulls me up so that he doesn't have to take his lips off of mine and unbuttons my shirt and pushes it off of my shoulders and then works it off of my hands. His hands run over my chest and I groan into his mouth.

"You want me?" he asks pulling away from my lips.

"Fuck yes I want you," I mumble and grab his face and pull his lips back to mine. His hands move down to the button of my jeans and pops it open and then pulls the zipper down. I scramble to get them off and Axl moves to get himself completely undressed and then he's on me again; engulfing me with his fire. The fire inside both of us is so hot that his skin feels like it's burning. His hand moves down to stroke me and I raise my hips and shamelessly thrust into his hand. "You had better slow down Angel," he says but shudders when I wrap my hand around him and swipe the precum off of the head of his dick.