Beach Houses

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Slash

Waking up with Duff was one my favorite things in the whole world. He always looked so peaceful with his arms wrapped around me, breathing softly, his long, blonde waves lying gently across his face and shoulders. When he was asleep he didn't look so...I don't know, you couldn't tell a part of him was missing when he was sleeping, When his eyes were open I could see that a lot of the light in his eyes was gone. It had been replaced with a sad resignation that I didn't know how to bring the light back to them. All of the things we had had to do to get offered a record deal were destroying us; not as a couple, but as individuals. We couldn't get up in the morning now without downing some booze because our hands shook so badly. Izzy was sleeping over at Axl's most of the time which was fine; it was good for them to be close. Angie dropped Fang off over here during the day sometimes so I could play with him and we would feed him when she worked at night. At least the love I felt for the stupid kitten was pretty straightforward, he didn't want me for my body, he just wanted me to pet him and fill up his food bowl. That I could handle.
When I slept with Duff the first time it was how it was supposed to be; at least it was how I had always dreamed it was supposed to be. I felt like I was actually giving myself to him; letting him be inside of my body that way and trusting him not to hurt me physically or emotionally was a huge undertaking. There's no way I could be a girl and have to go through that every time I slept with someone. It was terrifying and exhilarating and it made me fall absolutely and totally in love with the person doing it to me. That was how it should be; every time Duff made love to me after that I fell for him more and more. It brought us closer together.

When I was inside of him...I felt so many things. I wanted to make sure I wasn't hurting him, I wanted to protect him, I wanted to fuck the hell out of him because it felt so good, I wanted to hear him growl and groan and say my name.

I'll never forget that first time though; that shitty hotel room, the sunburn across both of our noses, the sweet smell of shampoo and soap on Duff's hair and skin. The way he kissed me and whispered to me and was so gentle with me making sure I was ready and that I wasn't hurting and god that overwhelming pleasure that I didn't know I could feel...holy shit! Nothing and no one had ever made me feel the way he did.

I tried to give back what he gave me and I seemed to be pretty successful at it. Watching him cum as I fucked him never got old. The sounds that he made and the look on his face were so beautiful. I enjoyed spending hours exploring his body; finding those sensitive spots that drew whimpers and small cries out of him; learning where he liked to be stroked or tickled or kissed. I wanted to know all about him; everything: the way his mind worked, what made him happy, what made him sad, what made him angry. Right now I knew what made him sad. But I think I know a way that I can make him happy again; at least for a little while.

I quietly got out of bed and called up Nikki from the phone in the kitchen. I knew he was on a two week hiatus and was back in LA. I also knew that he had a beach house down in San Diego and by beach house I mean mansion with a pool that also fronted the ocean. We didn't have any shows for the next week and I had some money saved up. I called Nikki and asked if we could use his house and a car for the week and he was a little skeptical at first but when I explained why I needed it he even threw in $500 on top of the $500 I won from him. I thanked him and hung up the phone and jumped in the shower. Then I snuck up on a sleeping Duff, got a running start and leaped onto him knocking the breath out of him and giving him a face bbull of black, wet, curly hair.

"Ooomph! What the fuck?! He exclaimed shoving my dripping black hair out of his eyes.

"Get up, get showered, and pack enough clothes for a week! We're going on a road trip! No more sitting in the dark moping we're out of here!" I tell him.

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