riches - slaxl

2, difficult

Please read this!!
sorry this took me forever lmao. I've had extreme writers block especially for this story, and I'm also making another one at the same time. I haven't published the other one yet. ( yes it's a slaxl story) it's an setting where axl is already gay; and slash is obliviously in love with him, but cant seem to get axls attention. if your interested please leave a comment!! My grammar is also a fucking mess, only because I'm too lazy to fix it.

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slash pov-
Today I don't feel like doing anything. I just want axl. Thats all, simple right?

recently, duff had called us saying we got this new gig at the whisky, not that I really want to go anyway. I was still downed as shit about Renee. Even thinking about what happened just made me want to collapse on my bed and never fucking wake up. unfortunately, because of her my mind had traveled back to heroin again. And of course, ever since that night, me and Axl haven't talked to each other at all, not even a simple "how are you doin'?" or a stay over just for alcohol and drugs, like we usually do. every Friday we used to hang out, go to a bar get a couple of blondes with perfect tits, or whatever. Now, everything's just awkward between us. As I sit in our rehearsal room, Steven banging loudly at his drums, duff playing a few chords. Axl and I were sitting across from eachother, not daring to look. Everything was silent as Izzy walked in the door.
"What's up with you guys?" he asked sarcastically, mostly meaning axl and I. I tried to look at axl, instead his eyes would go anywhere else in the room except me. is he embarrassed or something? fuck, why won't he just look at me? I looked up to see Izzy picking a seat next to me.
"I'm serious, what the hell is going on?"
he whispered loud enough so I could hear him. Suddenly Steven's banging stops, as I look up to see axl storming off. Where the hell is he going now?
"Better go fix that, slash." duff retorted. I let out a loud huff and went after him.
"Axl?" I knocked on the door to the restroom. No sound, absolutely nothing. "Axl hey, you okay man?"
The door opened and there infront of me, an embarrassed flustered axl. his hands were folded across his chest.
"The fuck do you want?!" His eyebrows furrowed cheeks getting even redder if that was even possible as he stared into my eyes.
I sighed, "what's this about?" I wanted to say something else, but that's all I got out. "it's nothing. God, you're annoying." he said dramatically rolling his eyes and walking back to everyone else, where we first started before he decided to throw a temper-tantrum. "can we just get this shit started, please?"

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the gig had gone well, although the fact axl was ignoring me the entire time certainly wasn't brightening my mood. during gigs, he'd always be near me during my guitar solo, wanting to hear me and know how I feel while my hands gracefully strummed at the strings. The fact he hadn't been doing that these past few weeks is frustrating. I fucking hate how axl sometimes is the sweetest and nicest person ever, and all of the sudden he can be a real asshole. I was laying on my bed, silently staring at my ceiling and thoughts were running through my head like a fucking train had hit me. Izzy was passed out somewhere on the couch, Steven and duff outside, while I assumed axl was roaming around the house somewhere. I decided I should get up, before that horrid feeling of my soul passing through me arouse. I walked to the bathroom, taking in myself through the mirror.
"I look like shit."
"Yeah, you do." A deep voice said cockily, of course he just had to be in my room.
"the fuck are you doin in my room?" Axl just shrugged reading some random newspaper, or at least I thought it was till I saw the cover. "Playgirl" Axl scoffed loudly. oh wow, now he's stealing my fucking porn magazines.
"Give that back asshole!" I yelled. The redhead laughed, running across the room.
"Wanna explain to me why it's mostly men photos? ya gay or somethin'?" he asked me sarcastically, his laugh becoming even more annoying. Doesn't he know that's personal shit?
"Just give it the fuck back!" I tackled him and we both fell to the carpet ground. he threw the magazine across the room, that's when we realized what we were doing. I was directly on top of him, my hands were grabbing his over his head. we stared into each others eyes, followed by heavy breathing. I felt heat rise to my cheeks, embarrassment now flooding in. Axl cleared his throat "you gonna get off me or what?" he said, his voice definitely softer from earlier. I knew I shouldn't have done it, but I kissed him. to my surprise he kissed me back. I smiled against his lips a little bit and put my hand around his waist, the other still holding axl's hands above his head.
"stop, don't do that.." his voice regretful and scared. I know he has a girlfriend, but does it look like I give a fuck?
"You can't avoid me any longer, Axl. you dont need Stephanie and you know it." Confidence grew inside me as I kissed him once again. The door opened causing us to immediately move away each other, my eyes were wide like fishbowls and my heart was thudding fast. "what the fuck.." Izzy stood, eyes wide like he just saw a ghost. fuck, we totally blew it. axl once again, back to asshole mode. "Slash what the fuck is wrong with you?!" he stood up, looking at me like I was fucking crazy "oh, so now you don't want it?" "woah woah woah, calm the fuck down you two. if your gay no need to fuckin hide it, jesus." our eyes narrowed to Izzy. silence filled the room "it's my turn now to say what the fuck, because what the fuck." Axl looked at us both with disgust slamming the door. just as things were starting to get good, now he's pissed at me again, yet even disgusted out of his mind that I just had my hands on him. "Seriously man, I'm not joking. if you guys are gay I wouldn't give a shit." I groaned and slammed myself on the bed face first. Izzy looked at me sympathetically.
"Izzy, where are my cigarettes?"
"I'm not letting you smoke in the house, man."
"Just leave me the fuck alone, then"
so he did. that night I actually cried, over axl and out of exhaustion. it seems almost impossible to make that fiery redhead accept that he's in-love. Not with Stephanie, but with me. does he not fucking realize how I need someone? it's almost like he forgot I just got my heartbroken not even a month ago.