Infatuated With You (Guns N' Roses - Duff McKagan)

Chapter Thirty Two

The following morning Duff and I laid comfortably together on the lounge, we were watching the early morning RAGE music channel that just happened to be playing. It had been so long since I had watched RAGE, so I was pretty pleased to be watching it right now. But I was surprised, usually RAGE was on late of a night or early on a Sunday morning, so they obviously didn't have any else to put on.

"Rage." Duff spoke at the exact same time as it did on the TV. "It's got quite the intro, doesn't it?"

"Sure does, I think it's pretty cool." I murmured against his chest. "And the music they play on here, it's awesome." I turned my head and kissed Duff's bare chest.

"Yeah it ain't bad." Duff replies, running the tips of his fingers up and down my back. If I was tired, I reckon it would be the perfect way to fall asleep!

"Well just look at you two." Alison's voice boomed.

"Morning to you too." I answered. "Hey Izz." I added, assuming he would be right by her side.

"Hey guys, see you're looking pretty comfortable." Izzy chuckled.

"Sure are, Izz." Duff murmured, his head still facing in the direction of the TV.

"That's one way to hide a boner." Izzy snickered, causing Duff to laugh in response. "So what's the deal with this morning? Dry humping and listening to a music channel?" He asked. I could only imagine the look he had on his face.

"Yeah Izzy, we just can't stop dry humping each other." I rolled my eyes and giggled.

"Maybe not include my man's name in a sentence like that, Shell." Alison hinted some jealousy.

"Why? You jealous?" I lifted the top half of my body up and off of Duff. So I was now straddling Duff as I looked back at the soon-to-be-wedded couple.

"No." She lied, making me giggle.

"Ali, I love Izz. But I have my own." I gazed back down at Duff, he was looking up at me with a dazed smile.

"Come here, babe." Duff beckoned me back down, which I wasn't going to decline. I wouldn't mind a bit of kissing right now, it makes it a perfect morning.

Leaning back down, Duff pulled me in for a kiss, something I melted into. Once he starts kissing me, that's it. That's all I'd want to do, well.. I wouldn't mind us doing the deed, but I wanted to hold off.

"Come on guys, take it to a fucking bedroom." Izzy groaned.

For a split second, I pulled out of the kiss. "Izzy, you are in MY house. If I want to kiss my boyfriend on my lounge, I'll do it. Christ, we'll have sex too."

"Babe," Before Duff can say anymore, I thought I'd clarify with him.

"Keep it in your pants, babe." I smirked down at him.

"Shelia, you're killing me here. Stop getting my hopes up." Duff whined.

"Talk about blue balls to the max. Fuck, Duff. I feel for you." Izzy chuckled hesitantly.

"Yeah man, it's hard aye." Duff agreed, but Izzy seemed to take it in a different way.

"Duff, I don't need to know when your dick is hard." He sternly says.

"Dude, that's not what I meant."

Moments later, the very familiar guitar riff played through the speakers on the TV, it had managed to capture all of our attentions.

"Well shit." Izzy chuckled.

"Oh my god! Baby, you're on TV!" Exclaimed Alison, although Izzy hadn't popped up yet.