Welcome to the Jungle, Sweetheart

Slash's girl

            "THANK YOU GOODNIGHT!" Axl hissed into the microphone and Slash, Duff and Izzy gave the last hard power chord of the night, Steven smashing the drums. The crowd exploded in applause and screamed their names.

Axl stood at the edge of the stage and girls in the front row clawed at his feet and reached to grab his ankles. Axl grinned and took a pretty girl with dark wavy hair's hand and kissed the top of her hand, giving her a cheeky wink before he turned to follow his bandmates off stage.

Axl loved messing with those girls like that, because they always lost their minds and screamed with their friends.

Slash flopped onto the couch in the lounge area next to Duff, who already had a petite half-naked blonde in his lap, his hands running over her body and tugging at what remained of her clothes. Slash adjusted his top hat on his head, Axl was amused how he wore his hat but chose to go shirtless, only in those ripped jeans. Axl didn't mind though, he was fucking gorgeous. Slash pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and fumbled around clumsily for his lighter.

Axl sat down on the armrest next to his sweaty, curly-haired friend, leaning over him, "Hey there, sexy beast."

Slash searched through his pockets for a lighter, "Hey gorgeous. I would've thought you'd be fucking that chick in the crowd by now." 

Axl sighed, "Couldn't find her, whatever, I'll just get wasted instead," he replied with a grin, picking up Slash's bottle of Jack Daniels and taking a long swig. Slash's cigarette dropped from his lips and his eyes followed the bottle, thirsty for a good drink. Axl swallowed his drink, "What? You want some baby?" Slash nodded and Axl gave him a grin, handing him the bottle. It was Slash's bottle anyway but whatever.

Axl played with Slash's hair as he took a swig, "Talk dirty to me Daddy," he said in a dramatically whiny voice. 

Slash snickered, "Kinky little bitch." 

Axl laughed, leaning closer and rolling his neck back in an over-the-top way, "I'll be your little bitch, Daddy. Talk dirty to me."  

Slash giggled with a wide grin, "Alright kitten," he cleared his voice, lowering it to a deep, smutty tone, "I wanna lick up and down your body baby." 

Axl giggled, "Tell me more Daddy." 

Slash continued, drinking from his bottle and brushing his fingertips up Axl's neck, twirling his hair and caressing his jaw, "I wanna leave a trail of hickeys all up the inside of your leg and make you squirm and whine like the little slut you are."

Axl rolled his neck back, panting dramatically, "Yeah Daddy don't stop."

Slash grunted, "Mm nope. I'm done."

"ARGH NO!"

"Why, do I turn you on, slut?"

"Oh yeah Daddy I'm so hard. Fuck me Daddy I'm your little slut."

"I'll see about that," he noted, taking a drink of his Jack Daniels. 

Axl snatched Slash's cigarette from his mouth and held it in his teeth, taking a long drag. Slash watched him longingly with heavy, drunken eyes, this was the fifth time he stole his cigarette. Or was it the sixth? He couldn't remember. Axl grinned, knowing he wanted the smoke as he blew it from his lips and he stretched out his neck to try and suck up as much as he could.

Axl slipped his hand under Slash's chin and tilted his head up at him before drawing in another breath from the cigarette. Axl leaned an inch from his face and exhaled the smoke to his mouth, his lips almost touching his. Slash groaned. Fuck, why is that so hot.