The Garden

You Dog

            Axl buried his head into the pillow with a tired hff. He blinked his eyes open when he realized there was a heavy something over his side and pressed against his back. Axl glanced over to find that it was Slash's arm draped over him and curled up closely to him. He could feel Slash's warm, calm breathing against the back of neck. 

There was something soothing about the way he was so comfortable, and his gentle breath was very relaxing. Axl actually felt like he could go back to sleep, but judging by the sun it was probably at least noon, he had to get up eventually. 

But what he really didn't understand was why Slash was still here. He figured he would've gotten up by now. Axl had to work until the Garden closed, but Slash usually went home before it closed, he had a different sleep schedule than him. So Axl wondered if that meant that Slash could've gotten up a while ago, but chose to stay with him. 

Aw. That's sweet. 

Axl examined his sleeping figure. I could totally convert him. 

Maybe I will. 

I'll give him a day or two at most, then that sexy fucker's mine.

Axl shifted slightly under Slash's arm, who, when feeling the movement, picked up his head and looked around dazedly. "Whuuuh??" 

Axl grinned, "I knew you were a cuddly sleeper." 

Slash yawned, "Am not.." 

Axl snickered, "Oh okay then why are you snuggling to me like I was a teddy bear?" 

Slash smiled, closing his eyes again sleepily and resting his head in the crook of Axl's collarbone, "You were mutterin stuff in your sleep.." 

Axl smirked, "What, did I say please spoon me, Slash?" 

Slash gave an amused growl, "No fucker you were just havin a nightmare." Axl bit his lip, going to say another sarcastic remark but Slash stopped him, "Shut up bitch I was tryin to comfort you!"

Axl laughed, "Whatever, thanks sweetheart," Axl kissed Slash's nose appreciatively and climbed out from under the blankets. "Baby you got a shirt I can borrow?" 

Slash looked at him, "Do you only have the one set of clothes?" 

Axl shrugged, "No I've got a few others but they're at Izzy's. Whoever he's staying the night with'll probably think he's having an affair." 

Slash sighed, "Alright, you can borrow some of my clothes, but it probably won't fit you." 

Axl gasped, "Rude. How skinny exactly do you think I am?" 

Slash looked him up and down from head to toe. "Very." 

Axl hissed, "Shut up I can't be that much thinner than you!" 

Slash put his hands around his own toned abdomen and measured thoughtfully the distance from his fingers. He then crawled off the bed, forcefully yanked Axl over by the waistband of his shorts, and he wrapped his hands around Axl's waist. Slash laughed, "Dude, you're so tiny I can almost put my hands completely around your waist." 

Axl smacked his hands away, "Shut up! Your definition of completely's still got several inches between your fingers!" 

Slash chuckled, "Okay whatever, but you're still pretty small, dude." 

"Well I'd like to see you live off one meal a day and see how buff you are!"

"Yeah well you're short too."

"AM NOT!" he hissed, punching Slash in the gut. Slash gave an uhf in surprise, staggering back slightly. Axl huffed, brushing his red bangs out of his eyes, "..Sorry for punchin you, but I'm also not sorry because you gotta be stupid if you didn't see that one coming."