Welcome to the Jungle, Sweetheart

*Gasp* Smut?? Holy fuck.

             Slash had to put his hand over Axl's mouth to keep him quiet, "Shh shh, they're gonna fucking hear you," he said grinning, keeping Axl pressed to the door. He had been kissing his neck but he was so noisy and the other guys were still wandering about the hallway that they could likely hear him. Axl narrowed his eyes and moaned loudly in spite.

Slash giggled and lowered his palm so he could kiss him again. Axl stretched his neck to the side, and Slash took it as an invitation to continue working his way down his neck. Slash bit at Axl's leather collar and grazed his teeth on the chain that kept it on. Slash undid the chain and tossed his collar aside so he could have better access.

Slash brushed his lips against the corner of his jaw and continued to slide down his throat until he was pulling at Axl's shirt to kiss his collarbone. As Slash did so Axl began to throw off his jacket, pulling Slash's off his arms to expose his bare torso. Axl always liked how smooth Slash's strong body looked, like one fine mocha latte.

It was convenient how Slash rarely wore shirts at gigs. He just wanted to touch him and kiss him. He just had that urge to. Was that wrong? Slash didn't seem to find that wrong, after all he was the one clawing at Axl's clothes to remove them. Neither of them really wanted to think about it, hardly even think at all.

The feeling of Slash's fast, heavy breaths against Axl's collar excited him, more so being that he could feel Slash's heartbeat as fast as his. Axl got the idea that Slash had a problem with his shirt so he pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. Slash was grateful it was gone now so he could kiss him and touch him without the shirt blocking his mouth from Axl's skin.

Slash ran his tongue from his collarbone to his shoulder and back up again, making Axl groan softly. Axl put both of his hands around Slash's neck and peeled his head off his chest. Axl pushed Slash off of him and shoved him onto the edge of the bed. He backed up and shifted to the head of the bed to make himself a little more comfortable.

Axl climbed out of his pants and hopped onto the bed, crawling over Slash and sitting on his lower stomach. Resting both of his hands on his thighs, Slash ran them slowly up and down his legs to his hips. Axl closed his eyes and rolled his neck back as Slash's hands continued to slither to his ass and back to his hips. 

Slash ran his fingers up the back of his leg and curled around his ass before drifting between his legs. He let his hands stroke up his lower stomach and flick around his boner. Slash heard Axl mumbling profanities under his breath and his shoulders were at his ears as he continued to touch him.

A small thought slipped into his mind at what the hell was he doing.

He shouldn't be touching any guy like that, especially not Axl. He wasn't gay, so why was this happening? Why did he like touching him and hearing him moan like that? It was wrong. Axl wasn't gay either. Did he really want this too?

Slash paused his hand movements. Axl blinked his eyes open in frustration. "Why'd you stop?" he hissed at Slash. 

"Sorry," he murmured, continuing to stroke him again. Axl's irritation when he had stopped was at least enough to reassure Slash that he wanted it too. He wanted to have sex with him. Slash shivered, the words themselves of having sex with Axl was such a turn-on.

Axl leaned over him an inch from his face and Slash could see the annoyance and lust in his eyes. "Listen Slasher, we can talk about it after," he whispered, brushing his lips to his cheek. 

Slash swallowed. "After...?" 

Axl smirked, "After sex." 

Slash grunted, "Nn...Okay."

Axl trailed kisses down his neck and continued to do so down the front of his chest to his abdomen. Slash groaned as he continued licking up and down his torso. "Ugh... Fuck baby I just wanna taste you everywhere...." Axl whimpered.