Guns N' Roses ✰ Oneshots

Random closet ☆ Sluff

Warning / includes❗️:
✩ sex (penis in booty)
✩ public sex (secluded area)
✩ top!duff
✩ praising
✩ bottom!slash
✩ handjob

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Slash looked at himself in the mirror, huffing. "What's wrong?" Duff asked the curly haired man. "I don't want to go to this stupid party." Slash admitted, staring at the ground. "Hon," Duff walked closer to Slash, taking his face into his own, larger hands, "I told you, we don't need to go."

"Yeah, I know, but if I don't everyone's gonna wonder why or give me a hard time about not going." Slash locked eyes with the taller man. "That doesn't matter. If you don't want to go, we won't go." Duff said, softly kissing Slash. "We're going. I'll be fine."

"You sure?" Duff raised his eyesbrows, looking quizically into Slash's brown eyes. "Yeah, I'm sure." Slash nodded. "Okay. Let me know if it starts to become too much, alright?"

"I will." Slash lied. Duff knew he wouldn't say it anyway. Slash hated big crowds, but he wouldn't tell you he wanted to leave.

After getting ready, Slash and Duff got into the car, going to the party. It was supposed to be a party full of a bunch of other rockstars or just people connected to them; like record companies and managers.

"You're sure you wanna go? We don't have to."

Slash huffed, "Yeah, we're going."

"Okay."

When they got there the two got out and tried to find their friends in the crowded and big place. "Slash! Duff! Izzy, look! It's Duff and Slash!" Steven happily yelled, pointing at the two after grabbing Izzy by the shoulder and shaking him.

"Yeah, I see them, Stevie." Izzy shook his head, smiling, "Hey guys."

"Hey, Izz. Is Axl not here?" Duff asked, looking around for his fiery red hair. "He left with some blonde chick." Izzy said, shrugging. "Of course, he did." Slash rolled his eyes. His best friend just had to leave him here, didn't he?

"What's your problem?" Izzy asked, gesturing towards Slash as he took a sip of his drink. "I didn't wanna come here."

"Then why did you?" Izzy slightly furrowed his eyebrows as if Slash was four. "Because then everyone would think there was something wrong with me or that I was just lame." The curly haired boy told him. Izzy gave him a 'are you kidding me' look. "Dude, you're Slash; nobody thinks you're lame." Steven said. "So? That could change at anytime."

"Well, while you're here, start having fun or I'll start calling you lame and have it stick, too." Izzy raised his eyebrows at the curly haired man. "Yeah, alright." Slash said, and he did try his best to have fun.

He was socializing, more than he would have wanted to, with others bands and with his, of course. He drank and danced whenever Duff would drunkenly drag him off of his chair and force him to; that left Izzy and Steven laughing.

Even though he was having fun, he still had the thought of being at home with no one else but Duff or his close friends. Slash loved those moments. He was brought out of his thoughts when someone grabbed his shoulder. He looked up to find Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee, both smiling.

"Hey, what's up?" Slash smiled, not meeting their gaze at all. "Nothin' much. You wanna come and talk over there with me, Tom, James, and Dave?" Nikki pointed over to James Hetfield and Dave Mustaine sitting on a couch. "I don't know..." Slash shrugged looking around to see if he could see any of his friends. Axl was still gone, Izzy and Steven were talking and laughing in the corner by themselves, and Duff was talking to Lenny Kravitz; they were going on and on about something.