Guns N' Roses ✰ Oneshots

Are you jerking off? ☆ Izzaxl

Warnings❗️:
✩ Phone sex (kind of?)
✩ Jerking off/masturbating
✩ dirty talk
✩ cursing

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Izzy got home from school after a stressful day and tossed his books onto his desk before plopping down onto his bed with a sigh. Why was it stressful, you might ask?

Izzy had a bunch of finals that day and he's pretty sure he failed most of them. He's just glad he had Axl at the end of the day. Axl told him that test scores didn't matter and that he still had potential. Those words really meant something to Izzy, especially coming from Axl Rose, his best friend.

Axl told him that while they were in gym. They had to run some, it's gym-duh. Axl was sweaty and out of breath. He was glistening in the sun. Izzy couldn't help but stare when Axl took his shirt off.

"Shit..." Izzy mumbled while looking down at the growing erection in his pants. Izzy always tried to push back these thoughts and ignore the tents in his pants, when it came to Axl; now he couldn't help himself.

"Mom?" Izzy yelled, no answer. "Kevin? Joseph?!" No answer. Great, nobody was home. Izzy quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans before tossing them down his legs and kicking them off. He laid down on the bed and got comfortable.

Izzy was about to take off his boxers before something caught his eye. It was a framed photo of Axl and Izzy last summer. They were sitting by the pool with their legs in the water. Axl had his black cap on that was always worn backwards. They both were only in swim shorts. The two were holding hands as a joke while Axl had a gorgeous smile across his face while Izzy looked down, his face flushed. Luckily, one of their friends snapped a picture of the moment and showed it to them later.

Izzy picked up the frame and looked at it before grabbing a sticky note from beside his bed, and covering his own face. What? It's weird to jerk-off to yourself.

Finally, Izzy got comfortable again and imagined his hand was Axl. Izzy closed his eyes and put his hand under his shirt and caressed his flat stomach before trailing his hand down and sliding his fingers under his boxers waistband.

His breath hitched as he caressed his erection, "Axl..." he wrapped his hands around his erection and slowly started pumping his hand. Izzy arched his back slightly as he groaned.

RIIIIINNNGGG

Great. The fucking phone always has to ring, doesn't it? Izzy attempted to ignore the phone sitting on the desk beside his bed. He continued touching himself without paying too much attention to the phone. Finally, the ringing stopped.

Izzy huffed as the phone started ringing again. He was going to ignore it before thinking that it might just be Axl. Stradlin could imagine Axl fingers poking into the hole of the dialer and spinning it until he dialed all of the numbers. The thought of Axl, sitting in a chair, twirling the cord around his finger as he waited for Izzy to pick up.

He kept touching himself, but slowed his movements down before picking up the phone. "Hello?" Izzy asked. "What took you so long to answer?" Axl asked with his usual attitude. "Sorry...I'm just busy." Izzy answered before going silent, rubbing his thumb over his tip with his eyes closed.

"Did you run or something?"

"No. Why?"

"You sound out of breath, dude."

"Oh."

"Wait.." Axl paused, "Are you fucking a girl?" Axl laughed. "No, I'm not." Izzy answered. "Well, what are you doing then?" Axl asked but got no answer. Izzy was in his own world, thinking only of Axl. He pumped his hand faster at Axl's voice.

"Izz?" God, he loved when Axl called him that. It was so different-to Izzy-when Axl called him Izz instead of Izzy. "Hmm..yeah?" Izzy managed out. "Uh, I asked what you were doing?"

"Homework."

"Are you jerking off?" Axl asked. Izzys heart dropped. "What? No! Why would I do that?!" Despite it being awkward if Axl found out, Izzy almost found it arousing. "Yes, you are!" Axl laughed. Izzy stroked himself to the sound of Axl's laugh.

"Are you jerking off to my voice?" Axl suddenly asked. "No! I'm not even jerking off, I told you that!" Izzy acted annoyed when in reality, his lust overtook any other of his emotions. "Okay, fine, I believe you. I gotta go though, I'm gonna attempt to do my homework." Axl said.

"Wait!" Izzy said. "What, Izz?" Axl asked. "Maybe, you could stay on the phone while you do homework?" Izzy hoped for the answer he wanted. "Yeah, sure." Axl said and Izzy smiled.

Izzy heard sounds of paper shuffling. "So..what did you do today?" Izzy asked, pushing his grunts down so he could attempt to normally talk to Axl. "When I wasn't with you in class I was in other boring classes. In chemistry, me and Slash blew up stuff. Oh, I watched Duff get into a fight. It was pretty funny." Axl laughed. Izzy was in love with Axl's laugh; Izzy pumped his hand faster.

"Shit.." Izzy said as he touched his throbbing cock. "Are you okay?" Axl asked. "Uh..yeah..I just stubbed my toe." Izzy lied. "Anyway, when I got home, I had to clean my room. It was really hot though, I was sweating the whole time." Axl continued. Izzy imagined Axl with his shirt off, sweat dripping, just like in gym today.

"I wish you were here with me, though. I miss you." Axl said. Izzy couldn't lie about it anymore. "Fuck, Axl..keep talking like that." Izzy's breath started becoming uneven. "Why?" Axl questioned. "J..just because." Izzy answered shortly. "Because you're touching yourself. Stop lying to me." Axl said sternly. "I'm not ly-"

"I'm hanging up, then." Axl said. "Okay! Okay! I am! Please don't hang up..." Izzy desperately said. "I knew it." Izzy wondered how Axl was taking the information. "If I were there..you know what I would do?" Axl asked in a sultry voice. "Hm..what?" Izzy questioned.

"I'd wrap my mouth around your sweet dick." Axl said. "Yeah?" Izzy shut his eyes and imagined Axl's mouth around him. "Yeah. I'd love hearing your whines as I sucked your dick."

Izzy lightly laughed, "Axl, be honest, you know you wouldn't get a whine out of me."

"Oh, I think I could. You act so big and bad and as if you can over-power anyone, but if someone tugged your hair just right...they could have you begging on your hands and knees." Axl teased. "Whatever."

"The thoughts getting you even more turned on, isn't it?" Axl asked. When Axl didn't hear an answer, he figured that was a yes. Izzy arched his back at the thought. Izzy Stradlin didn't fall for anyone..but Axl Rose was a different story.

"Are you imagining my mouth around you?" Axl asked. "Mhm." Izzy groaned as he bucked his hips into his hand. "Can you imagine something else for me, Izz?" Axl's voice got even more seductive. "Yes." Izzy whispered desperately. "I'm sucking your dick..but I randomly bite down cause I feel like it."

"Axl! Shut up!" Izzy exclaimed, irritated."I'm..sorry! I just...felt like it!" Axl said between laughs. "You're being a dick." Izzy complained as he cringed at the image now in his head. "I know, that was a dick move. I'm sorry." Axl said even though he was still laughing.

After a couple of minutes, Izzy got comfortable again while Axl talked to him. Izzy started to sweat more as he felt the pit in his stomach grow. "Fuck, Axl.." Izzy groaned.

"Are you close?" Axl asked. "Yeah!" Izzy moaned, clutching the bedsheets with his free hand. "I'd lick your cum clean off of you.." Axl said, sending Izzy over the edge. Izzy groaned before spilling all over his stomach. He huffed, tired and out of breath.

"Well, I hope you're proud of yourself, whore." Axl laughed into the phone. "Shut up, Ax." Izzy laughed. "You know, you should come over this weekend. You think you'd be up for that?" Axl asked. "Uh, yeah." Izzy said, realizing what was going to happen.

"Of course, you are."

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