You Could Be Mine

Slash- Part 5

Slash
Axl walks closely besides me. He almost seems afraid. Every time something outside made a loud noise he would flinch and his hand would touch mine, his fingers nearly wrapping around mine. "Are you ok?" I finally ask, the hotel coming into view. Axl glances at me, his green eyes almost seeming duller. "Yeah. I'm fine." he responds, his face growing dark. I nod my head, my hand grabbing onto Axl's. He stops walking and looks at me. "What the hell?" he yells at me, trying to pull his hand away. I tighten my grip on his hand. "I-I. I don't want to let you go. You scared me Ax. I'm afraid you'll run away again." I admit, tears brimming my eyes. What the hell was wrong with me? Axl meets my eyes, something seemed different in them. Almost genuine. "Slash? Are... are you alright?" he asks, his hand wrapping around mine, squeezing it gently. "I don't know." I whisper, looking down at my boots. "Hey?" Axl says, lifting up my face with his other hand. "Let's head back to the hotel. We can talk there." he pulls me down the street and guides me towards the hotel. I follow him, blindly. I feel the rush of air conditioning hit my face, as we enter the hotel lobby. I notice others in the lobby give us strange looks, but I don't have enough energy to care. Axl pulls me into the elevator, and pulls me closer to him, the skin on his arm soft against mine. The elevator opens and Axl pulls me down the hall. We stop in front of our door. Axl fumbles through his pockets, looking for the card key. "Do you have the key?" he asks, calmly, squeezing my hand again. I nod my head, and give him my key. "Thanks." Axl mumbles, softly. He opens the door and pulls me in. He shuts it behind me, let's go of my hand and pulls off his boots. He kneels down in front of me and offers to take off my boots. I blush, as he removes my boots. "Thank you." I say softly. Axl nods his head and takes hold of my hand again, leading me to my room. We sit on my bed, he sits across from me, our knees touching. I don't look at him. I only stare at my legs. "Slash?" he finally asks, his hand coming to rest on my knee. "I'm sorry." I whisper, looking up to meet Axl's eyes. Oh how they had changed. His eyes seemed to breathe a life of their own. The green in his eyes were softer and more welcoming than his usual electric ones. "For what?" Axl asks, his head slightly tilting to the side. I shut my eyes and breathe out heavily through my nose. "Slash?" Axl asks again, his hand gently squeezing my knee. I blink my eyes open, and laugh silently. "I don't know. I'm sorry. You just- you scared me when you ran. I thought I did something wrong. I thought you were mad at me- or something like that. I don't know." I answer, looking away from Axl. "Why would I have been mad at you? Slash, I just freaked out. I don't know why. It just happens sometimes. It's not your fault." Axl responds, his voice softer than I was used to. I leaned forward and rested my head on Axl's shoulder. "It's ok, I promise." Axl whispers, gently rubbing my hair. I smile softly. "My mother used to do that when I was younger." I whisper, gently touching the ends of Axl's strawberry blonde hair. "Do what?" Axl asks, letting out a soft breathy laugh. "Rub my hair like you were doing. She used to do it when I was upset or sick. It always made me feel better." I say, brushing my fingers through Axl's hair. "That's sweet." he replies, rubbing my hair again. I sigh softly, wishing I could stay here for a while. "Slash?" Axl says after a while. "Hmm?" I mumble, shutting my eyes. "Are you alright now?"
"Yes. Sorry. I'll move. I just liked being close to you." I say, starting to pull away from Axl's embrace. "No no." Axl stops me, but takes my face in his hands, lifting it up to meet his. "No, stay. It's kind of... nice." Axl says, his eyes fluttering. I blush and lick my lips. My nerves were jumping. His eyes look down at my lips. "Are... are you sure you want me to stay?" I hesitantly ask, my hands sliding to hold his face. "Yeah... yes. Very sure." he whispers, his nose coming closer to mine. I move my head to the side, our lips barely touching. "R-really sure?" I ask, my lips touching his, softly. "Yes." Axl responds, pushing forward, our lips finally meeting. His taste floods my mouth immediately. It's a soft kiss. His lips gentle on mine. He tastes sweeter than any woman I've ever kissed. For a moment I thought I was dreaming. He pulls away, shock present on his features. "I-I'm sorry." he whispers, his hands dropping from my face. "No. It's ok. Really." I say, but he doesn't listen. He moves away from me and gets off the bed. "I'm sorry." he continues to mutter, leaving my room. I stay seated for a moment, thinking of what just happened. He kissed me. I kissed him. I liked it. But that wasn't who I was. I wasn't gay. No I never cared for labels and yeah it was just a kiss, but why did I like it? Was I just desperate for some affection? Maybe. Yes. That was it. I just needed love. I needed to be loved. I wanted to make love. I got out of bed and walked down the hall. The bathroom door is closed and I hear soft rummaging, but I don't pay any attention to it. I grab my shoes and leave the hotel room. I leave the hotel and go down to find a bar.

Ahh! I love this part!! Tell me what you thought!!- Adler