You Could Be Mine

Axl- Part 13

Axl (hours later on the tour bus)

I lean my head up against the window and look out at the road, water splashing from the tires. It was a dreary day for a concert and I was feeling it. Steven was being too loud and rowdy and no one seemed to want him to shut up. I bang my head against the glass and shut my eyes. It was our last show in this city and then we were moving onto another.  I didn't know if I was relieved to leave or sad. But I was relieved when Popcorn finally shut up. I hear someone sit in the seat beside me. I turn to look, expecting Slash, and see Izzy staring at me. "Hey?" I say, putting my head back down. "Wassup sour puss?" he asks, poking my side. I slap his hand away and grunt. "C'mon Ax, what's up?" Izzy continues to press, resting his chin on my shoulder. I peaked over at him, smiling at his stupid face. "Nothings wrong, Iz." I lie, shutting my eyes for a moment. "Mhm," Izzy says, pushing his chin deeper into my shoulder. "and I'm a fucking idiot."
I open my eyes and look at Izzy. "But you are." I say, smiling. Izzy opens his mouth, offended, and slaps my arm before getting off the seat. "I was joking, Izzy!" I yell at him, sitting up. Izzy turns around and sticks his tongue out at me, going back to his original seat next to Duff. I roll my eyes and look at the seat behind me. Slash was asleep, his head resting on the seat armrest, his body scrunched up and his curly hair covering his face. I sat back down and leaned against the window again. Was Slash really gay? For me?
The bus hit a speed bump, sending my head against the window again. "Fuck." I grumble, rubbing it gently. I look out the window and see our gig's stadium come into view. "We're here!" Steven yells, jumping into the seat beside me. "C'mon Ax! Time to get up!" he yells in my face, kissing my cheek, for good measure, and running off. "You're giving him too many fucking Lucky Charms, Slash!" I yell, sitting up and banging the back of my head against the back of the chair. "He's a child, what do you expect?" Slash asks, his voice surprisingly close to my ear. I turn and look to my side, seeing Slash's face, leaning up against the back of my seat. I roll my eyes and look back forward. Our bus parks behind the stadium, stopping with a loud hiss. Our bus driver turns back to look at us. He was an older southern man with bright gray eyes and silver thinning hair. "I hope none of ya' killed each other." he said, his heavy southern accent appearing. I smiled at him, shaking my head no. "Good." he responded, smiling. Steven skipped to my seat, plopping his annoying ass next to mine again. "What now, Adler?" I ask, through gritted teeth. Steven smiles at me and hugs me tightly. "You're always so grouchy." he whispers, snuggling close to me. I smile and pat his fuzzy blonde head. "Thanks Popcorn?" I say, laughing softly. Steven looked up at me, smiled and jumped away, moving to the seat behind me to torment Slash. I shut my eyes and try to focus on this being our last show here. I hoped the "feelings" that had been created here would stay. A part of me wanted the feelings to follow us to the next city and the next and so on, but my heart knew better. I kissed Slash and he kissed me. I slept with him and cuddled with him. Those were memories. They were being stored in a safe place in my brain, to be opened later on. I could leave my "feelings" for Slash here. He was my best friend and my band mate. That's all I wanted. It's what I needed. I needed a good show, a drink and some nice pussy. That's what I needed.

"The show must go on." Izzy whispers to me, strutting away and playing his guitar. I roll my eyes and stand up from where I was seated. The show had started off terribly and was continuing the streak. I had taken a seat during Slash's very early and not prepared guitar solo. I sat by Steven's drum kit, watching Slash play and win over the crowd. Sweat stuck my hair to my shoulders and my tiny white shorts were sticking tightly to my thighs. I walk over to Slash and cling onto his arms, leaning back and letting the ends of my hair touch the ground. The crowd cheers, as Slash continues his solo with ease. I pull myself back up, and strut around Slash. He smiles at me and bites his lip, concentrating on his playing. I move in front of Slash and smile at him, earning a smile back.
I turned around, facing the crowd, and leaned up against Slash's side, my ass grinding against him. It was our last show. Why not have some fun? I grind on him all the way down to his calf's, pulling myself up. Slash bites his lip harshly, trying to keep his focus on the guitar. I move back in front of him and pull on his sweaty dark curls. They had to be my favorite thing about him. Well, one of them at least. I hear the drum cue, signaling for Slash to move onto the next song. I walk away from Slash, grabbing my microphone from a side worker. I strut back to Slash and lean against him once again. Slash starts to play Paradise City, the last song on our set list. I lean back against him, my head on his shoulder.
"Take me down to the paradise city,
where the grass is green and the girls are pretty!" I sing into the microphone, closing my eyes. "Take me home."
"Oh, won't you please take me home." Duff, Izzy and Steven sing. I smile and continue to sing. Slash and Izzy's mini guitar solo starts and I walk off, latching onto Duff, who smiles and sways his body along with the music. The crowd cheers and starts to sing along with us, becoming more alive than they had been before. Slash walks to the other side of the stage, adoring fans screaming and reaching out for him. Some touch his shoes and grab at his ankles. None of them bother him. I go to the opposite side of the stage, receiving the same thing from the crowd.
"So far away! So far away! So far away! So far away!" I sing, leaning backwards slightly. The crowd cheers louder. Steven, Izzy, Slash and Duff join me, helping me finish the song. Once the song ends the lights go out. We stand in silence, the only thing heard is our breath and the ringing in our ears, before the lights come back on and we finish the song. The crowd cheers louder than I had ever heard. "Thank god for Paradise City." I think, smiling. All five of us come to the front of the stage and take a bow, waving our goodbyes to the screaming fans. Slash holds onto me, smiling brightly. My heart flutters in my chest, as I wrap my arms around him and hug his sweaty body. He hugs me back and lifts me up, spinning me around. I laugh, as he carries me off stage. He sets me down backstage and stares at me, breathless. I blush and look away. Why was he so... gorgeous?

Hey everyone! Sorry for taking so long to post the next part! I've been struggling with writing the next part but I think this is good enough. I hope you enjoyed! Love you all, stay safe!- Adler ❤️