Precious

2- You're My Obsession

Wrap your name

in lace and leather

-You are late for the show, Saul

-Not your business

-Come on, gorgeous man. Stop behaving like a toddler. I didn't mean it...

-Enough, ginger.

-Fuck you. And do not call me 'ginger'

-Ok, precious asshole

-Fuck you, Slash.

-Time for the show motherfuckers

It's Duff who talk and they smile to him, just to hide their mutual anger

No time for conversations, but time to rule the stage....

Lights are on, people are drinking, waiting for this band so well known in Los Angeles, waiting for Guns N' Roses.

The show is too perfect to be real:

Everybody applauds in awe with the band's energy and genuine artistry. GN'R  members know they are truly talented and they are proud of that. Besides, they are too ambitious, they will fight for their dreams until their last breath.

Axl is the star. No doubt about that. His huge vocal range, his raw energy and his self confidence is what any other rock band would envy. And they do, they really do.

Slash is by his side, like the sheer passionate rocker that he is. Paying attention to his beloved guitar, paying attention to the crowd, and paying attention to Axl's skills as a singer, not to talk about his perfect ass. That ass he loves to show off, wearing sinful assless chaps .

'The Motherfucker knows he is precious', Slash thinks

Izzy is immersed in his lyrics, feeling so proud about his band. He is stubborn as fuck and has always wanted to be as great as his band. 

Duff is so high he is not even aware of the crowd being supportive , so he smiles full time with his punk rock attitude.

And Steven...well, he drums hard, as if life depended on that, while drugs dominate his mind and soul.

What a show, man.

Stamina and genuine passion.

No doubt people are so loyal to them, going to every concert, talking about how good they are  

They are back in the backstage now. so happy  that drinking a good whisky to congratulate themselves, is mandatory.

Getting drunk has never been easy for Axl. He turns into a funny, childish man who speaks his mind.

-Fill my cup again, curly

-What will I get in exchange for that, Axl?

-Maybe one kiss

-That's not enough, precious

It doesn't matter if their bandmates are there listening to their stupid conversation. They are too drunken to realise what is going on between these two.

-Maybe two kisses, S-a-u-llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll?

-Not enough

-Bastard. Some...sex...in your car?

-Right. 

-What if I repent?

-It will be after I fuck you, precious.

They both laugh their asses off and continue drinking. 

That whisky is so powerful and delicious....

-So, babe?. Will you repent afterwards and call our relation an 'affair'?

But Axl does not answer. He just holds his hand and smirks to him in such an insinuative way.

Saul does not know if it is due to the alcohol or to Axl's beauty, but he is ready to provide sexual pleasure to the motherfucker until he forgets the word 'affair'.

And while Duff, Izzy and Popcorn are still backstage, joking about shallow topics, Saul and Axl leave the backstage so that to have time for more interesting activities.

My fetish, you are