Welcome to the Jungle, Sweetheart

Smoke after sex

            Axl stepped into the dark room, closing the door behind him after returning from the doctor with Michelle. He heard movement in his bed. "Axl?" 

Axl climbed under the blankets, crawling over Slash and sitting on his crotch, "Hey lover, miss me?" 

Slash sighed, running his hands up his legs, "Ugh, you have no idea." 

Axl kissed Slash's jaw then sat up, pulling his shirt over his head. "Shall we pickup where we left off?" 

Slash kissed Axl's ribs, stretching his arm over Axl's side. "What time is it sweetheart?" he mumbled sleepily, nestling his head comfortably against Axl's chest. Axl combed his fingers through Slash's wild curly hair. 

"Mmm, I dunno, lemme check.."

Axl propped himself up on his elbows lazily, peering over at the nightstand. Axl extended out his skinny arm and flicked on the desk lamp. Slash growled at the light, burying his eyes into Axl and ducking away from it. Axl picked up his clock and tilted it toward the light to read the time. "Nnn, 2:27."

Slash sighed, leaving calm, soothing little kisses up and down Axl's chest, who gave an almost purr-groan, "Well that was a pretty pleasurable twenty-four hours." 

Slash grinned, "Pleasurable my ass. Screaming my name and every swear word you know at the top of your lungs is a whole fucking lot more than I'd describe as pleasurable." 

Axl smiled, playfully hitting him in the shoulder, "Shut up you fucking asshole."

Axl sighed tiredly, was it really twenty-four hours? I mean, it wasn't consecutive fucking, otherwise Axl wouldn't be able to walk for a week, they'd nap or talk or take a shower or cuddle in between rounds. I guess that's the benefit of having sex with your best friend, he thought. It was nice though, he thought the other guys were missing out. This was way more fun than fucking girls. He could have sex with 'em, but he wouldn't want to hang out with them that long. "Hey honey?" 

Axl could feel Slash sleepily running his hand up and down his hip, "Hm?" Axl played with his thick hair. 

"Does this mean we can't have sex anymore?"

Slash paused, "How come?" 

Axl's fingers ran through his curls, "Well I mean, we agreed that it would just be the one day. And technically its past midnight now." 

Slash growled, "Noooo, if I'd known that last round was the last time I would've fucked you a little harder."

Axl whined at the thought. "Okay well one more time couldn't hurt." 

Slash looked up at him, "Yeah?" 

Axl bit his lip.

"Slash!" He screamed in pain as Slash gave him a final, deep, hard drive, and he came inside of him with a noisy moan. Axl let out quiet little whimpers, trying to catch his breath. Slash blew strands of curls out of his face, panting. He laid his head on Axl's chest before he crawled off of him and laid on his side, pressed against him.

Axl brushed his red bangs out of his eyes, "Fuck, honey." 

Slash sighed with exhaustion, "I could use a fucking smoke."

Axl stretched out his arm and took a pack of cigarettes and a lighter off the nightstand. He took a cigarette in his teeth and leaned towards Slash, who then bit the other end of it. Axl flicked on the lighter and lit up his cigarette. Slash inhaled a slow breath from it, taking in the sweet toxin and savoring the way he felt his body loosening tension before blowing it out of his lips, "Okay, so we're not gonna fuck anymore, am I allowed to stay in here for tonight?"