Welcome to the Jungle, Sweetheart

Cold Shower

Axl had to take a cold shower to wash the dream off him. It didn't work very well. He kept thinking about his dream, how it made him feel. He really liked it. Sometimes just thinking about it gave him chills. Axl hadn't thought about it yet, but really what it was was that Axl liked the thought or the possibility of Slash fucking him.

          Axl rested his head against the wall, letting cold water run down his face. What is wrong with me? I'm straight, I don't like guys, why do I like the idea of having Slash fuck me? Am I really just curious of what it's like to have him inside of me? I mean, I guess I am, but aren't all people just a little curious of things they've never done before? Like how I will always be eternally curious what it's like in the girls' bathroom at my high school, even though I'm certain it's the exact same as the boys' just without the urinals.

          But this isn't the same. I'm sure lots of guys wonder that, but how many want to have sex with their best friend? Well, aside from the gay ones. Does it really have to be a big deal? Can't I just, be sexually attracted to him? Or what if we had sex? You know, just, one night of passion. That's not a big deal, right? We're in a rock band, pretty sexual place, we could have sex right? I have that with girls all the time! Like when I had sex with that cute bartender at the bar down the street! I see her all the time and its fine! We both perfectly understand it was just a one night thing! Just sex! Why can't I have that with Slash? Is that really so bad? Wouldn't that be nice? Just to have a purely sexual relationship with him. We wouldn't be dating because it's still weird to have a boyfriend, and he'd still be my best friend, we'd just get to fuck, too. Then I could still have everything that I love about my friend, and we'd have sex! The best of both worlds! We're really close anyway, it would be okay to be that kind of... intimate, right? Fuck, intimate? Ugh that's a fucking stupid word. Sounds like a fucking teenage girl word. Ugh I can't think of a better word though. I'm so fucking retarded. That is how you'd describe it though. What we have, intimate. I've seen him naked, we pass out on each other, we cuddle occasionally when we're feeling real goofy. we tell each other literally everything, we have threesomes... Holy fuck we are so gay. If we do all that though we may as well fuck, right? I mean who the fuck cares. People should mind their own business. But we couldn't be a... thing, though. Because then I wouldn't lose him... I don't know what I'd do if we were in a relationship and I lost him. I don't think I could do that.

          Axl banged his head on the wall again. Why is it so complicated. Its simple really, I'm just making it complicated. He's still my best friend, he's just really sexy. Yeah! We can still be friends, even if I acknowledge that I'm sexually attracted to him! Like when I was in Indiana and that girl Megan lived next door. She was nice, and one of my best friends after Izzy. We never dated, never had sex, she was just my friend. And you know, because I'm a guy, she's a girl, sometimes I would think about what it would be like, it seemed possible, but it was just never acted on. Like, if we had sex it would be no big deal, but we didn't, and she was always still my friend. I can have an attraction to Slash and he can still be my friend. That's not too hard, right?

          After Axl's mind had sorted out some conflicts, at least enough for him to handle situations, he turned the water off, stepped out of the shower, and wrapped his waist in a towel. Axl brushed his hair out with his fingers, playing with it a little and unknotting some tangles until it his red hair was smooth.

          Then the bathroom door swung open and Axl jumped. Duff walked in. "Hey Axl have you seen my hairbrush?" 

Axl shook his head, "Sorry, I haven't." 

The tall blonde tilted his head at him. "Is something wrong? You seem... off."

Axl looked at him with a slight glare. "What's that supposed to mean?" 

Duff backed up defensively. "No no, I don't mean anything rude, I'm just saying, you don't look like your normal self. For starters, I walked in the bathroom when you're only in a towel and you didn't even yell at me."

Axl paused. He didn't know what to say. "Uh, I was just thinking about somebody." 

Duff tilted his head, "Who?" 

Axl shook his head, "Nobody important." Axl bit his lip. 

Duff gave him another curious glance but shrugged it off and continued rifling through cabinets for his hairbrush. Slash wandered through the door in only his underwear, "Hey Michelle's making French toast, you guys want some?" 

Duff thought, "What's in it? I've got a lot of allergies."

Slash talked to Duff about the ingredients, but Axl stopped listening. Axl was distracted by how gorgeous Slash looked in those boxer briefs that hugged all forms of his body oh so nicely. Axl's eyes traced down his body and his gaze rested on his hips longingly and the fine curve of his dick, and a small voice in the back of his head couldn't help but imagine if he didn't have those shorts. 

Axl swallowed anxiously and he was getting all tingly inside.

His narrow waist and slender hips, with his caramel smooth skin stretching over the muscles in his abs. Axl could visualize the curve of that spine, flexing, bunching, stretching and tensing, his hips thrusting strongly and quickly in a fast, rhythmic motion that made his ears ring.

He found himself imagining what it'd be like to taste him in his mouth. He just wanted to run his tongue all over his body and kiss him. He made his lip bleed biting it so hard, imagining he were nipping at Slash's beautiful neck or his slim fingers. 

He wanted to pin him down to the floor and touch and taste him wherever he pleased until he was begging for Axl to ride his dick and give him some satisfaction. Axl wanted to hear him whining and groaning as he continued to lick up and down his body and curl his fingers around the length of his cock. He wanted to make Slash so desperate that he was jerking his hips to practically fuck into Axl's hands. Then Axl would suck on his skin and leave trails of hickeys all over his neck. Slash's mouth had tasted so sweet and delicious and he wondered vainly what the rest of him tasted like.

Axl was no longer standing in that bathroom but somewhere else, rolling in Slash's bed and tearing sheets off the mattress, being pinned to a wall in a back alley somewhere, being fucked like a bitch, or riding Slash in some lounging area with air lingering with the scents of cigarettes, alcohol, drugs and sex. He no longer heard Duff and Slash's conversation and his ears were filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and Slash's grunts and moans mingling with his own high-pitched screams that he had made so many times in the microphone singing Welcome to The Jungle. And his ears were ringing in his skull as he couldn't think of anything else anymore.

Axl heard his own name and he was snapped out of his thoughts of all hidden sexual desires that he didn't realize he had, "What, what!?" 

Axl turned his gaze wildly to meet Slash's eyes who had repeated his name twice. "I said do you want some?" 

Axl narrowed his eyes, feeling his throat suddenly tighten with anxiety, "Uh, want some what?"

Slash and Duff exchanged confused glances. "French toast?"

Axl felt his face flush red with heat and he avoided eye contact in embarrassment, "Oh! Uh, no,  I'm not hungry." Slash nodded, obliviously ignoring Axl's odd behavior and walked back down the hallway. Axl didn't even realize his gaze wandering after Slash as he left.

Duff raised an eyebrow at him, "Axl, why are you lusting after Slash?" 

Axl whipped around to face him, "What are you talking about!" 

Duff backed up, "Axl you were longingly gazing at Slash with sexual desire." 

Axl rolled his eyes, aggravated, "I know what lust after means! And you're fucking crazy," he growled.

Duff bit his tongue, "Dude you were totally horny for him! You were practically eye-fucking him since he walked in!" Axl furrowed his eyebrows furiously, "I was not and mind your fucking business! Leave me the hell alone Duff!" He hissed, storming out of the bathroom to his room and slamming the door behind him 

He flopped down on his bed, infuriated. How dare Duff accuse him of that! 

He was right though... Except he wasn't eye-fucking him, he imagined Slash was the one doing the fucking. But he was pretty fucking close though. How could Axl be angry when Duff was absolutely right? Was his attraction to Slash really so obvious?