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15. Rocket Queen

Axl had dragged Celine onto the 'boys' bus. Within, there were plush benchseats bolted into the wall on the farthest side to the door of the bus, behind the driver. On the opposite wall was a small kitchen counter with a microwave on it and a sink, and a tiny refrigerator sat next to it.
Along the wall a little was a small table, surrounded by more cushioned benchseats. The other members of the band were all lazing around in here, making themselves at home, and Slash was opening a bottle of Jack Daniels from the fridge as Axl pulled her through a curtain which had been hung up over a doorway in the centre of the far wall. Within, there were bunk beds built into the wall, two singles on each side, stacked on top of each other, making a sort of corridor. The beds were already made with a thick black covered comforter for each and white sheets and pillowcase. The "corridor" opened into a small room. Within the room there was two king single beds pushed against opposite walls, and a closet door on the far wall. The beds in this room were made the same way as the other beds, but of course they were larger. Axl pushed Celine down onto her back on one of the beds, her head resting against the pillow.
"I need you now" he said, voice gruff.
"Oh Axl- screw me!" Celine was very much in the mood. Axl trailed wet kisses down her neck, raising goosebumps across her arms. He dropped his pants to reveal that he was already hard.
"I want you so bad!" He muttered, as he dragged her pants down her legs. Celine giggled giddily and helped him pull down her underpants. Axl gently touched at her cl!t, rubbing his first and middle finger in a circular motion, and making Celine whimper.
"Oh Axl- please- please fuck me!" She begged, leaning forward to grab his shirt and drag him down closer. He was now on all fours, above her. His hand trailed downwards, fingers brushing the skin of her abdomen ever so gently, as light as a moth's wing.
Finally, he reached her pleasure center, and he dipped his finger inside her, causing her breathing to become heavier. He brought his now wet finger up to his mouth, and sucked off her juices,
"My god, you taste so good." Axl told her, smirking sexily. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies in anticipation.
Axl lined himself up, then thrust in. Celine had missed the feeling, and as he began to pull out and thrust again, Celine began to moan in pleasure. This sort of sex was softer, gentler, and more romantic. Celine's heartbeat picked up as Axl really got up to speed, and began a steady, fast pace. Celine was moaning ans crying out while he pounded into her. S#x with Axl felt amazing. He continued to thrust in and out, sawing back and forth, her juices flowing. Soon, Celine felt herself begin to pulse, her muscles clenched and unclenched, and she moaned louder and louder. As she hit her org@sm, she screamed his name, and Axl kept going while she came around him. Axl smiled down at her, panting along with her. It wasn't long before Axl pulled out and pumped himself a few times, shooting his load onto the carpet. He then fell beside her, and pulled her close to him. She rested her head on Axl's muscled arm. As they both caught their breath.
"That- was- intense." Axl murmered, and kissed her on the forehead.
"Oh yeah!" Celine agreed. "Jump under the covers." She suggested, and they lifted the comforter, climbing in between the sheets together. Celine faced in towards the rest of the room, and Axl snuggled in behind her, pulling her to his chest to spoon her.
Celine shut her eyes, and almost instantly fell asleep.

Meanwhile...
The four men in the main area of the bus could no longer hear moaning coming from the sleeping area, and were glad for it. Duff cracked open his second vodka for the evening, and took three big gulps.
"You're drinking heavy. What's wrong?" Izzy dropped onto the seat beside him. Duff shrugged and chugged more alcohol. The effects of the last bottle were kicking in now, and that familiar warmth that alcohol brought on was spreading through his chest.
"Go on, man. There's obviously something wrong." Steven spoke from a seat at the table, on the other side if the walkway. Slash sat in the opposite seat at the table to Steven, drinking his Jack Daniels. Duff spared Steven a glance, chugging the last of the vodka from the bottle in his hand and basketballing it into the open trashcan at the end of the kitchen counter. He landed it in, then got up and went to the mini fridge, which was full up with alcohol. There was also a multitude of chocolate bars in the butter tray, and a few microwave meals in the crisper, but it was mostly alcohol. He grabbed another bottle of vodka and then shut the fridge again, securing the velcro on the side in order to stop the fridge door from swinging open when the bus stopped. Duff went back to his seat and plonked down.
"Woman problems." Duff said shortly, popping the cap of the vodka off.
"Is it Estrella?" Slash questioned,
"Yep." Duff replied. Slash nodded slowly,
"What's wrong?" Steven asked,
"She said she's sorting herself out and shit- but I dunno if she even likes me." Duff sounded deeply saddened.
"Oh man, bit of a roughie." Izzy commented.
"Yeah." Duff said quietly, staring down at the alcohol bottle in his hand. "Dunno what I'm gonna do." He told them,
"Oh man, you're really hung up on her aren't you?" Slash reclined in his seat, putting his feet up on the seat, so that he sat sideways facing Duff and Izzy. He crossed his legs. Duff looked at him, then back at the vodka, raising the bottle to his lips and taking five more big gulps. There was a lengthy pause.
"Hey, Rex?" Slash called to the driver,
"Yeah?" The guy answered,
"Got any music?"
"Of course I do, man." The driver responded. Slash got up and went over to Rex,
"Theres a compartment under the seat your friends are sitting on." He said, "it's full of cassettes, and the player is just here in the dash." Izzy and Duff shuffled over onto the next benchseat as Slash turned and made his way over. He lifted the seat, and Rex was no liar- it was filled with cassettes. Slash began to paw through, and found the Rolling Stones' album 'sticky fingers'.
"Aw man, haven't heard this ina while!" He waved the cassette at Duff and Izzy, then shut the lid on the seat before making for the cassette player in the dashboard. He turned it on and removed the cassette from its case before inserting the cassette. The first track was 'brown sugar', a raunchy little jam, and one of his favourites. Slash made hus way back to his seat as the song began to play.

Author's note
Song in video at the top.

The banner is what the little bunk bed "corridor" would probably look like unmade.

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