Swinging Tire

4

It was too cold for the tire then, and the days were short remnants of time, snow swirling against the foggy window of the attic bedroom.

Izzy was taking camping on his grandmother's house, his being as crowded and disorderly as mine was silent and scared.

"Why do you keep coming for me?"

I didn't look at him, only watched the smoke curl on the air.

He lifted his head from the guitar.

"What sort of question is that?

"I wait for you to come for me for days, and when I get used to being on my own, you turn up. Why do you keep doing that? Where were you?"

"Busy."

Busy meant only two things in Izzy's catalog, music or sex. Giving that his musical needs were pretty much covered with me, it only meant the other.

"With what?"

"Something." He picked up a joint from the night stand and smirked. "Wanna know? I learned a new trick. "

"What kind of trick?"

He unbuckled his belt. "Come here, Billy."

I stood up but he stopped me. "On your hands and knees."

"What?"

"I want you to crawl for me."

He pulled his prick out of his jeans and started to stroke it.

I fell on my knees. Yes I know, who would tell? But I did crawl to him, my body shaking in anticipation. I knew something forbidden was about to happen, and I was more than ready to obey.

He lifted my chin and put his swollen dick on my lips.

"Good boy, Billy, now open your mouth and suck it."

I wasn't too sure if he was joking or not, so I gave him a puzzled look.

"Suck it baby, yes, oh God yes baby," he said, closing his eyes when my tongue wrapped around his glans, "that's it Billy, oh shit baby, that's it."

His words of encouragement and the fire on his voice were everything I needed to want to please him.

Fire and air. People said that they didn't understand why we were friends, because we were like fire and air.

They thought I was fire and he was air.

They were wrong.

***

"Axl?" Chris is looking at me with a lost dog expression.

Do I like him?

No. I hate him. I could kill him and trow his body over Franklin Canyon if it wouldn't land me in jail.

And now he keeps calling me Axl, just like everybody else on the Strip, even when we are no longer Axl, we are now Hollywood Rose

"Yeah?" I'm trying to mend a t shirt, but in the end decided to pull the sleeves apart.

"When do you think he's coming back?"

"I don't know."

Izzy left a week ago, supposedly to buy some cheap wine or some shit, and hasn't dragged his ass back. We'd seen him at the rehearsals, and had shown up for our last show, but what he's been up to or with whom, I don't know.