Welcome to the Jungle, Sweetheart

Smolder

Slash felt a bright light shining on his eyelids, something heavy on his chest, and something soft tickling his neck.

He felt relatively uncomfortable with the something pushing slight amounts of air out of him, but it wasn't as heavy as Steven exactly. But there was also that silky something brushing against his throat that made the muscles in his neck twitch with discomfort.

Even still though, he felt a calm aura in his room, peaceful even. Peaceful mornings were rare here, and the gentle warmth of the room was almost enough for him to ignore the minor discomforts.

Slash opened his eyes in confusion to find the something heavy to be an Axl asleep on his torso, and the soft something tickling his neck was just his red hair. And um, the bright light was the sun.

Nice job, genius.

          Slash's head ached and he figured it would throb more when he got up, but he needed aspirin or something.

Slash tried to somewhat sit up but then Axl stirred and made the saddest whimper-sound Slash had ever heard, like a puppy being shot with a rifle. It was desperate and sad enough that it made his heart break and he wanted to fall to his knees and cover him in soothing kisses. But he knew Axl was just sleeping and didn't want him to leave.

          Slash laid back down again and pet his sleek red hair until he was still again. Axl buried his face into the crook of Slash's neck, making himself comfortable again. Oh my God was he adorable.

Slash knew it was bittersweet because when he wakes up again he could rip his face off, and probably would if he had any idea Slash had the urge to soothe him by covering his entire body in a million kisses.

Slash knew that he was essentially cuddling a sleeping wolverine, but he just looked so cute and gentle when he was sleeping like that. He was like a purring little kitten.

But... Slash's head still hurt, and he really needed some aspirin.

          Slash turned his head to see what time it was but he was immediately hit with a strong pain in his skull. Lord, how much did he drink last night? He always drank a lot but come on, this headache his fucking ridiculous.

Slash tried to think about what happened the previous evening, but only small images were coming back to him. He just had minor recollections, he remembered feeling Steven sleeping on his back, he remembered being carried home by Duff, and Axl. Axl had talked to him, he didn't remember what about. He remembered being brought to his room, and when he woke up in the morning to find himself in only boxers he assumed that he had been undressed. But that was about it. Wait. Then an idea came flooding into his mind, something he hadn't considered, or even thought about once.

What the hell was Axl doing in his room?

          There was clearly something Slash was missing, that he wasn't remembering. Slash was only wearing underwear, Axl had his oversized tee and his tight little shorts that make him look like a fucking slut.

But he looked fucking good in them.

Slash let his mind get the better of him, surely the outfits are a coincidence! I sleep in my boxers all the time! Hell, probably the only reason I'm sleeping in any clothes at all is because somebody else undressed me last night!

Was it Axl?

That's awfully nice of him I suppose. Kind of eerily nice I guess though, being that sometimes I think he's a real bitch. I bet his face would've gone so red if anybody had seen him bringing me to bed. But that still doesn't explain why he's in my bed?

Did...Did we have sex?

I mean... I was really drunk, but... I wouldn't have done that...? Would I? We would probably be naked though if we had sex. Axl really doesn't seem the type to put clothes back on after. Did we really fuck? I... I don't think so...?

I would've at least liked to remember if I was any good...

I mean, I guess if we did I hope I fucked him senseless.

I'd like to imagine though that I'd remember something like that...?

          "Axl...?" Axl moved a little but didn't open his eyes.

"Yeah?" He replied, giving a little arm stretch then nestling back into Slash's neck as if nobody had said anything.

Slash bit his lip a little, "You awake?"

Axl nodded with a slight smile, running his hand up and down Slash's chest. "Yeah baby."

Slash swallowed nervously. "Axl... Last night, we didn't... We, uh, we didn't have sex, did we?"

          Axl, who had been comfortable and probably ready to fall asleep again, blinked his eyes open in a heartbeat, and picked his head off of Slash's neck to look him dead in the eyes. His playfulness was gone, and his green-blue eyes burned like fire. Axl propped himself on his arms and Slash sat up a little, backing up into his headboard slightly. Axl picked Slash's face up by the chin with his hand.

          Slash felt a feeling (a slight mixture of fear and sexual tension) run through his veins, why did Axl have to have such a fucking sexy smolder?

It was like whenever Axl got so infuriated he didn't talk, or he was lost in thought, he had this hard stare that made him look so damn hot. Actually quite often the guys would convince him to do the thing when they had group photos because he looked so good. It made him look...dangerous. And y'know that's what they were always trying to go for. Damn he looked fine.

Oh good Lord Slash cut it out!

          "Slash. What, exactly, do you remember about last night."

Slash wanted to reply but it was like all his insides had turned to jelly and he could hardly force out any sound from his throat. Axl is such a fucking asshole.

Slash squeaked, "N-nothing! That's, that's why I asked! D-did, did something happen last night?" Axl raised an eyebrow at him in suspicion, something flickered in his eyes, then his intense look was gone. "No, nothing happened sweetheart," he said, sliding off Slash's body.

          Slash was almost disappointed he was going, and the bed was suddenly much colder. Slash eyed at him curiously as he went to the door. He seemed almost in a hurry to leave.

Was there something he wasn't telling him?

          Slash's eyes followed his thin body as he walked out the door, leaving it open. His ass did look damn good in those shorts. Slash shook his head. OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME!? I'M STARING AT HIS ASS NOW!? GET YOUR FUCKING ACT TOGETHER DUDE! If Slash could clone himself then, he would, and he would grab his twin's shoulders and shake him and scream at him to pull himself together and quit staring at Axl.