a short one. :)
Why did he do it? God, why did he do this to himself?
"I don't get why we have to do all this shit anyway." Steven squirmed, wriggling his nose like a bunny.
"Shut up and hold still or I'll take your eye out." Duff says.
Duff had had the bright idea to get the group 'glammed up', as Steven would call it.
Duff called it punk, but no one was buying it. Except Izzy.
At the time, it was his best idea. They'd be setting their style. Paving their way through downtown LA. Making a name for themselves.
Steven and Axl had teased their hair to high hell, Slash practically raided his mom's closet, Izzy didn't even have to try, he just had that look naturally flowing through him.
And Duff, he had already known this lifestyle before they all banded together, so this was just like going back home.
He'd been through the hairspray and the lipstick and eyeliner. The large earrings, abundance of jewelry, and heeled boots. He'd seen it all and lived it all.
And honestly, he hated it.
But it made him look hot and the girls that would approach him daily never failed to let him know that.
Because what women found sexy more than anything, was a goddamn man confident enough in himself to be himself without any outside input.
And that's what Duff was. He was confident and he really didn't fucking care what society thought he should wear.
But....
He was stupid. He was so goddamn stupid.
And Duff doesn't regret a damn thing in his life. Until he does.
Because he put fucking eyeliner on Steven-fucking-Adler, and now it was coming back to bite him in the ass.
Steven looked up at Duff through his long lashes as the bassist tended to the drummer's lower eyelids.
"Why do we have to look like Vince Neil?" Axl grumbled.
"We don't." Izzy rolled his eyes at the redhead as he came to stand beside Duff.
"Vince Neil is a cover band singer. He dresses the way he does now because of those other three. Doesn't really have a standout of his own." Duff says.
"Besides all that pink and lipgloss he owns." Stevie says, making Slash snicker.
"Hey, don't laugh." Axl says, watching Steven blink when Duff finally finished his eyeliner. "We look exactly like him right now. We don't have room."
"No, we look like Vince." Slash started. "You two look like sluts." He pointed at Steven and Axl
Axl's jaw dropped, Steven cheered, Izzy laughed, and Duff blushed.
The redhead turned to Duff and the bassist shrunk, abashed.
"You made us look like a prostitutes?!"
"No, that's—That is not the look at all!" Duff shot a glare to Slash because now he was in hot water. "It's nothing like that."
"I don't think looking like a prostitute is bad. Sixx gets away with it all the time." Izzy shrugs. "You honestly look hot." He winked at Axl.
"I like it." Steven popped up from his seat, giddy as he always was. He trots to the vanity to study the makeup closer.
"Of course you do." Slash snickers. "No one's a bigger slut than you, Adler."
Steven smiled like that was his proudest accomplishment, pushing his hips into the vanity as he leaned forward, inspecting his makeup closely.
Duff was inspecting something a whole lot different though.
Slash suddenly appeared near him and gently elbowed him. Duff swatted him away.
"Steven," The bassist began. "You look fine. Not like a slut. I wouldn't make you look like something you wouldn't want."
Steven caught his eyes in the mirror and gave a weak smile. "Who said I wouldn't want it?"
Duff felt his face redden, which Izzy immediately saw and muffled a laugh into his hand. "I'm just saying it's— the— you just have a very androgynous look with all the makeup." Then Duff's eyes widened. "Not that it's a bad thing! It's actually good because your style can be versatile and you don't have to stick to one thing, and— and I'm gonna shut up now."
Duff stammered over his words and Axl and Slash giggled like teenagers as Steven eyed Duff through the mirror, making the taller blonde squirm under his penetrating gaze.
Steven turned away from the mirror, leaning back against the vanity and crossing his strong arms.
"Androgynous." Then he dropped his arms to his sides, taking swift strides across the room to Duff. "That's a new one."
Duff swallowed and Steven smiled like the cat that got the cream, big blue eyes burning holes right through him.
Duff was no longer breathing.
Slash fake gagged from beside them.
Steven giggled, not-so-subtly-but-very-obviously roaming his eyes over Duff's anxiety-bitten bottom lip.
"Mm." The drummer hummed before turning on his heel and exiting the dressing room, knowing Duff's eyes were glued to his ass.
Slash smacked the blonde's arm again when he didn't stop staring at the door Steven had just left out of.
Duff growled at the guitarist, feeling a bruise form as he rubbed his hand over his bicep.
"You're so down bad, it's honestly horrifying." Slash laughed.
"Fuck you."
HEY!
Sorry for disappearing again, but I swear I'm working on a lot of writing now.
I have a couple of heavily requested oneshots sitting in the drafts right now, almost complete, so don't worry.
I'm also working on the next chapter of AASB, so....
Anyway, thanks for reading and putting up with my taking too long to post.
I hope you liked this one!
I know it's short, but it was something that just came to me and i had to get it down.
Thank You!
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