An Unexpected Turn On

That was unexpected...

Duff was always a playful guy. So Slash didn't even think much as the tall bassist snuck up behind Slash. What wasn't so expected was when Duff didn't capture him in a bear hug, tap his shoulder then run to the opposite side, nope. Instead he felt a hand snake through his curls giving him a sharp yank. 

It sent a rather pleasurable jolt of shivers down Slash's spine, and he instinctively groaned. Loudly. Lewdly. 

Oh shit. 

Duff was silent. 

Until he did it again. There was a giggle. 

 Slash turned to swat Duff away, but his wrist was caught mid-swing. Facing Duff, he could see the bassist was smirking fiendishly. 

He knew that look. It was the same look he got when Duff discovered how much Slash liked to be kissed and sucked the shoulder, then neck. He was discovering all the places to torture Slash with, on and off stage. 

The bastard would take advantage of Slash in the dark spots on the stage. Sneaking kisses and love bites before zooming off before anyone took notice of their shenanigans. 

Performing while hard was uncomfortable to say the least. Sometimes they got a bit too carried away. Nobody ever said anything though. They were just drunk right? 

And now Duff had in his arsenal of sexual torture, hair pulling. Fuck him, Slash thought as Duff pushed him against the wall face first, a hand fisting his curls. His head was yanked back as Duff pulled. 

Slash was doomed. 

Izzy and Steven politely ignored the sounds their bandmates were making in the dressing room.