Life is boring. Sitting on his garden, looking at his swimming pool, Axl feels utterly bored. Money. Success. Women, tons of them, strong perfume and sharp nails trying to claw at him.
Life is boring, so Axl indulges.
He ships exclusive Japanese water, imports French champagne and Iranian caviar, which he doesn't appreciate it and as Izzy once wisely pointed, it tastes like licking a boat's hull. But he indulges anyhow. He has sex with models, but after a while, their perfect bodies no longer arouse him. So he indulges further. He picks groupies that line up in the backstage and pushes and pushes, boredom and curiosity making him want to know how far they will go to pleasehim. They will go anywhere. They will do anything.
So, so boring.
He is at an state that no fancy is left uncatered for, and after awhile, he just wishes nothing. He is starting to dread the shows, because he cannot fake illusion on the shows. He has to feel it. But right now, he is unable to feel. He smiles bitterly. Illusion, Axl, but he just can't be bothered. They are about to start a world tour. Izzy is sober and half way through the door.Steven is long gone. He does feel then. Not illusion but fear. Everything is coming undone, he is coming undone.
It's Friday night. He's alone and lonely. He calls a limo, he indulges. The car runs smoothly up and down the strip and he tells the driver to slow down. He doesn't know what he is looking for, but he soon finds out when he sees the boy. Dark skinned, curly hair, the kid looks just like Slash did when they just met. He tells the driver to stop, and rolls the window down slowly, motioning for the kid to come closer.
"How much?" Axl doesn't really cares how much, but he wants to know how much the kid thinks he's worth.
"It depends", the kid says, "what do you want?"
"Get in." Axl opens the door, the boy steps in and on to the opposite seat.
"Wanna drink?" Axl offers, slow, lazy manners of somebody that has nothing to do or nowhere to be.
"Sure."
The kid looks around the plush interior of the limo, his expression betraying his awe. He is not used to rich punters. Or young ones, Axlcan tell.
"Do you know who am I?" He passes the boy the whiskey.
"You are the guy from Guns and Roses." He guzzles the content of the tumbler and passes it back to Axl, who refills it.
"I am."
"Are you a fag?" The kid asks, looking straight in to his eyes.
Axl lets out a laugh. The kid was starting to amuse him. "Are you?"He lifts the glass to his lips.
The boy lowers his eyes to his feet. "I like girls too."
"I'm sure you do." Axl lights a cigarette and passes it to the kid. (the perils of rock and roll decadence..)
"Take your pants off."
The kid unbutton his pants slowly, cigarette dangling from his lips andAxl chuckles. He looks so much like Slash , it freaks him out a little.
"What's your name?"
The kid looks at him and smirks. "Call me Slash, if you want."
"Oh yeah? Well then , Slash, take your pants off!"
The kid obeys, letting his jeans drop around his ankles, and Axl can see,Axl can smell the boy's swollen sex from where he is seating.
"Touch yourself." He throws a hundred dollar bill at the boys lap. The kid smiles wickedly and starts pumping his cock slowly, smiling at Axl as he does it.
Axl doesn't smile back, but fuck, the sight of the kid pumping his dick is arousing him and he rests his head on the smooth leather seat and moans.
"For another hundred I can suck your dick, if you want."
Axl doesn't even look at the kid, he just throws another bill at him, and in a flash, the kid is between his legs, unclasping his belt with expert hands.
"How many cocks have you sucked today?"
"You are the first tonight." The boy wraps his tongue around Axl's dick and oh boy, he is goddamn good at it, all lips and tongue, no teeth, deep throating like a pro. Axl sinks back at the seat, melts on it and his fingers find their way to the boys soft curls.
Yes! That is just what he needed, a little indulgence. He pushes the boy away from him, he doesn't want to come, not yet. The kid sits back on the seat, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, the other stroking his erection. He is turned on, Axl can tell, and he throws another bill at him. The kid raises a eyebrow.
"Sit on my lap." He fishes a bottle of lube from the seat compartment and coats his dick with it. Fuck it, he is going to fuck the kid bareback. If he complains, he can just kick him out of the car. But the little shit never says a word and pushes himself down on Axl's cock like his life depends on it, like he wants it, like he is indulging himself and not the other way around.
Axl smooths his hands under the boys worn t shirt, touching his silky back, the muscles tensed with excitement.
"Can I kiss you?" Axl asks.
"That would be another hundred." Axl can feel the smile on the kid'sface.
"You are a little cock sucker, you know that?"
But he gets another bill out. In the end, he empties his wallet on top of the kids head, that laughs delighted, bending down to kiss him, and he is good, fuck, the boy is worth all the money Axl trows at him and more, the kiss goes straight to his dick and he fucks the light out of the kid in that limo seat, bitting the kids lips until they bleed, sucking his neck until the skin tears and breaks, gasping for air as the kid comes all over him, screaming like he is being murdered and Axl indulges, he indulges and he comes harder than he had in ages.
Indulgence. Yes, just what he needs. He drops the kid off where he picked him up.
"Sametime next week?" Cocky little shit.
"Yeah."
Axl rolls the window up, and the car phone rings.
"Where the fuck are you?" Alan's voice sounds exasperated.
"I'm on my way." He totally forgot they were having a band meeting to discuss the upcoming tour.
When he finally gets there, life is significantly less boring, his bandmates are almost glad to see him. Not all of them though. Slash is late.
"Where's Slash?" Duff asks, looking around.
"I'm here." Slash walks through the door, his face hidden under his hair and hat.
"You're ok man?" Izzy asks in that low key manner of his.
"I'm fine." Slash takes his hat off, and shakes his wet hair.
"It looks like you've been indulging too much lately man."
Slash glances at Axl, serious in discussion with Alan, and licks his swollen lips.
Sometimes , all you need it's just a little indulgence.
