Welcome to the Jungle, Sweetheart

Sleepy

          Nobody quite knew what time it was. They'd just finished a gig at one of their favorite bars, Jade's Garden. Jade was a cool chick, she owned the bar and had a liking for the guys. They actually all had an agreement not to hit on her because if they had sex and things didn't go well after they wouldn't be allowed to play there anymore.

Anyway, it was some time late at night, and they had blown the audience away. The gig had ended a good while ago, now they were just basking in the warm glow of the limelight, thriving off the sheer adrenaline that they were still high on.

Michelle was so excited to see them play for the first time. She just went home because it was getting late and her morning sickness started really early in the morning.

"IT WAS AWESOME!" Steven kept saying. They were sitting around in the lounge area, Slash was probably a sip or two away from passing out and Duff had him lay on his stomach so if he did fall asleep he wouldn't pull a Jimi Hendrix. But while he was still awake, Steven had gone to sleep on his back, using his fluffy hair as a pillow. It was actually adorable. Axl was pretty sure Steven wasn't even very drunk, just wanted to sleep on Slash.

Axl was sitting next to a pretty brunette with short wavyish hair. She wore a lot more makeup than she wore clothes. She actually looked like a fucking whore. She wasn't exactly sweet, or very smart, but Axl was bored so he flirted with her a little, but he didn't have any particular interest in her. He didn't care that much.

She laid her body on Axl's, pressing her lips to the side of his face. She wore too much perfume, it kinda hurt his nose.

She said to him, keeping her mouth against him, "I want you babe... Please, take me away, I want you to fuck me..."

Axl narrowed his eyes, lifting her face off his, holding her chin with his index finger and his thumb. "Oh really?" He grinned, tilting her head to the side.

"Yes, please.." She moaned, letting a hand rest between his legs. Axl pulled her mouth closer to his, "Tell me how bad you want it."

She closed her eyes, whining desperately, "So bad."

Axl brushed his lips to hers, grinning devilishly at her desperation. She whined some more and let her fingers tug on his pants zipper. "Maybe you should grow a dick and fuck yourself then, sweetheart. And your eyeliner's smudging."

Duff had carried Slash home because, as predicted, he fell asleep. Steven wasn't very drunk, just sleepy. He eventually wore Axl down and convinced him to let him ride on his back for the walk back to their place. Steven rested his head on top of Axl's sleepily, letting his arms go loose and Axl thought for sure he'd fall asleep like that.

He looked at Duff, so effortlessly carrying Slash's drunk body, while Axl felt Steven's heavy weight on his back.

Axl sighed, thinking that he would much rather be throwing his back out fucking a chick than carrying Steven. Not that brunette though, he was picky but that eyeliner made her look like Gene Simmons, and he was NOT gonna fuck Gene Simmons. He grimaced, Ergh, and at that mental image I've lost interest in any sex tonight.

Lucky Izzy.

God damn that man.

Who had run off with this gorgeous blonde and went to her apartment to have sex with her.

Fuck Izzy.

Axl walked up beside Duff, feeling very self conscious of his height. But of course he knew Duff was very tall and he made basketball players feel short. But Axl already had a pretty small build, and he felt like Duff's child walking next to him.