Cheers Man!

Stumbling down the hallway, bandmates, friends, and drinking buddies Slash and Duff McKagan of the infamous band Guns N Roses somehow got to their assigned rooms without too much damage. Slash MAY have pissed in the elevator, unable to hold his bladder after returning from their bar hopping adventures. Duff had laughed and tried to stop his friend but to no avail. 

This was not an uncommon occurrence, the drinking not the elevator pissing. They had lost the others somewhere along their night-time escapades in the foreign city and somehow managed to find their hotel. A miracle really, they were completely wasted. 

Arriving at the door, Duff being the less drunk of the two, but not by much still had his keys. If he didn't, it would mean another trip to the lobby to deal with the irate front desk person who might just in their pettiness about the loud and crude band, deny them a new key. It had happened before where they had to wait outside until someone contacted their touring manager or another crew member staying at the same hotel to sort their shit out. 

Giggling the pair nearly tumbled through the door into the room. There were two double beds, a bathroom, some chairs, a T.V, the standard fare one finds in a somewhat decent but not expensive hotel. Geffin wouldn't fork out that much on the band. Not yet at least. These were still the early days. 

Duff headed to the bathroom to relieve himself properly while Slash made for the beds, flopping down on his back, signing as he landed on the soft surface. He heard water from the bathroom, but soon everything was fading out until he heard Duff ask him something. 

"Huh? You say something man?" 

Duff hovered over Slash with a smirk, "I have half of bottle of vodka left wanna help me finish it?" 

That perked Slash up, who propped himself on to his elbows, "Yeah cheers man!" 

He then rolled on to his side to watch Duff head for the desk and mini fridge, grab two semi-clean glasses and pour a generous amount of vodka into each cup. Then he popped the fridge door open to grab the tray of ice, dropping a single cube into each glass before handing one to Slash. 

"Bottoms up!" 

The vodka was cheap shit, and it burned going down, Slash grimaced but the clear booze immediately created a pleasant heat in the pit of his stomach. He sighed and rolled on to his back on the bed. He felt the bed dip as Duff joined him. And then something happened. Slash started to get...aroused. FUCK!

They met a group of hot European chicks tonight, one even sucked his cock back at one of the clubs but then...they lost track of them.  Did they leave or did Axl and the others whisk them away? Tonight was a muddled mess of blurry memories now. 

Uncomfortable in his state of arousal, Slash started to squirm on the bed before Duff commented on his movements. 

"You okay Slash?" 

Maybe a quick wank in the bathroom would do it. Yeah that's what he'd do Slash decided, sitting up on the bed. 

He looked over at Duff. A big fucking mistake.

His best drinking buddy, friend, and bandmate was laying on his side, head propped by his one arm, the other still holding his glass of vodka. Bleached blonde hair all mussed up, eyes glazed, but focused on him, red lips parted as Duff brought the glass to his moist lips dropping his gaze... He was looking really pretty tonight. Well he always kinda was? Tall, blonde with engaging green eyes, a devilish smirk when the mood caught him. Duff then licked his lips before glancing back up at Slash. 

Slash licked his own. 

"You okay?" Duff lowered the glass now empty. 

Slash was staring at him majorly weird like, intense as if he was deciding something, about Duff or well something worthy of such scrutiny. 

He was looking at Slash looking at him so he did not notice the erection in Slash's tight jeans. Now he was squarely fixated on Slash who crawled over to him near the top of the bed. Duff had no idea what Slash was up to.  

Slash finally answered Duff's questions, "No I'm not okay." 

Then the smaller guitarist was hovering over Duff who rolled fully on to his back, now looking up at Slash with his green eyes. His movements felt not his own, as Slash straddled Duff's hips, sitting comfortable on the taller bassist. And then he started to rock back and forth, grinding himself on to Duff's crotch who suddenly realized what his friend was doing. 

Instead of throwing the shorter man off, Duff laid there for a moment dazed and confused, until he started to get aroused himself by the friction between them, and Slash's heat and weight. 

Something ignited like a flame touching lighter fluid, Duff reached up to Slash and yanked him downward into a kiss. It was wet, and both tasted like vodka. Not a bad taste for Duff who was a connoisseur of the alcohol. It was also messy, hot, and sloppy. Slash hadn't shaved in over a day so his whiskers were rough against Duff's skin but texture was well, fucking fantastic. This was definitely no chick although as he snaked his hand into Slash's soft long curls, the hair might be mistaken for one, but everything else was all male, all masculine. 

Slash continued gyrating on top of Duff as they kissed before breaking a part to breathe. Oh shit. Duff laid back for a moment, his eyes wide. Fuck they really did kiss...okay it was NOT the first time but the last time was just well for fun, for a laugh, on stage and off. This was heavier. Much heavier. Oh, and well Slash was sitting on top of him, rubbing himself like some lewd little horny dog, and yet he was into it. Really into it. 

"Uh.." Duff felt something should be said but Slash shushed him. 

"No talking." Slash muttered as he pulled his t-shirt off. 

"Okay." Duff nodded as he wiggled out of his own shirt. 

Slash had to finally get off Duff so both could remove their jeans. A tricky job since they were so snug and now both had worked up a bit of a sweat. Finally jeans were cast off and Slash immediately leapt back on to Duff who had nearly broken down into a fit of giggles when his foot got stuck in the cuff of his jeans. Wrenched free he was pounced upon by a very horny Slash who took no time to waste in ravishing Duff's mouth with his own. 

They only managed to jerk each other off, intermingled with making out before after both reached their climaxes, soon afterwards they nodded off in each others arm, exhausted, content and drunk. 

Duff woke with a splitting headache. Nothing new there. He felt a weight of someone curled next to him, an arm snug around his midsection. Nothing new there either...except. Oh, that was definitely a dick pressing against his rear! What the fuck! 

Rolling over, casting the arm off of him, Duff turned to face a sleeping Slash. He looked cute, his curls covering most of his face but what the fuck was he doing in his bed? Naked?! Wait he was naked too. He sat up, pulling the sheets off of them to realize he had some cum stains on his stomach...and then...oh shit. Oh no. They hadn't? Did they? They did! His mouth tasted like vodka yeah and well, it wasn't like they hadn't kissed before but he could taste Slash....oh shit. 

It was Slash who initiated...yeah it all started to come back, hazy but the memories were there. They were on the bed, drinking, then Slash got on top of him, and they spent a good while fooling around like two horny little teenagers! Well, they've flirted before, Slash had often sat in his lap, arm around his shoulders. They were intimate...yeah sure but as friends! Buddies! This was a step too far! 

Maybe Slash wouldn't remember. So Duff could slink out of the bed and pretend he slept in the other double bed. Act as if nothing had happened! 

Too late. 

Slash sat up holding his head, "Oh man we partied hard last night huh?"

There was a long pause, "Why I'm naked in your bed man?" 

"Uh." 

"Oh shit....did we?" Slash makes a jerking motion with his hand then he smirks, "Another round? I'm having major morning wood man and you're hands felt incredible!" 

Duff sighed in relief, and fell back on to the bed, "Sure man."

Slash crawled on top grinning ear to ear.