Whole New Complexity (A Sequel to Crazy As Normal)(Izzal)

Chapter 6

Author Note: I travelled across the United States in 2016. I purchased a few magazines and then found an advertisement of a lubricant in one of the magazines.  I picked the words from it and used them in this chapter. They inspired me a lot! Girls living in the U.S. might feel familiar with them.

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Izzy's hands are more large-boned than Axl's. Izzy's been one step ahead of Axl. Always. He talked with their classmates at freely first, left their hometown first, even his hands grew manly first. Yeah, Axl envies those flawless hands. The girls around Axl always praise his lean fingers, but in his heart, he adores Izzy's hands which don't have a crack between his fingers despite his lankier torso than Axl's. After that certain sexual event, his eyes are following the taller man. He feels sort of a nostalgia in the act. Perhaps he's been envying him since day one.

Axl's sitting on the couch with an opened magazine on his lap, following Izzy with his eyes. Erin's coming tonight, but until then, he has nothing in particular to do. He took the magazine, which one of their female friends who helps to make his hair left on the coffee table. It's a fashion magazine for women. He scanned it since he needed to read it for both of the stage costumes and time wasting.

Izzy's moving restlessly. Axl doesn't catch his voice, but he sees that Izzy's mouth forms 'late' or something like that. He clothes himself in head to toe black so he's the coolest guy in LA, well, in Axl's opinion. Axl's very proud of his attractive friend, but his friend doesn't need to be too attractive.

"Why are you dressed up like that?" says Axl.

"Am I?" Izzy looks down at himself then faces Axl with a quizzical look. "Just a shirt and the jeans."

Axl sneers at him, puts a cigarette into his mouth and lights it. Yeah, just an old frayed black shirt and the normal black skinny jeans and the simple black suede ankle boots, but they make him look terribly hot. It's not at all fair. The tall, dark and handsome dude has to be aware of his blessing. Anyway, where will he go with this aggressively pretty appearance? Is he going on a date with Annika? Axl takes the cigarette from his mouth.

"Where the fuck are you off to?"

"The Roxy. I'm gonna book our shows since we have only three next month so far. Axe, sorry, I really don't have time. Duff and Niv are waiting for me there."

Booking their shows with Duff and their manager, Alan Niven, is an unexpected reply. "Oh."

Axl puts his cigarette back into his mouth. He feels that his swollen, prickly feelings shrink immediately. His heart even melts when Izzy approaches him and takes the cigarette from his mouth, briefly kisses him and putting it in his own. The gentle blush lingers on Axl's mouth. The cause of the blush is thin but seductively warm pink, now softly biting the cigarette which tangled between Axl's lips five seconds ago, and curving into a smile.

Izzy appears to be taking no notice whatsoever of what he did. He glances frantically to his watch, puffing away Axl's cigarette. "I get your smoke. There's no time to go back to our room to get mine."

Although Izzy took that as trifle, that was the hottest thing that had ever happened in Axl's life. His face turns vivid red, so he casts down, the red curtain of his hair, falling and hiding his face. "Say hello to Niv and stay out of trouble." 

"It's just the Roxy." Izzy rumples up Axl's hair and leaves with rapid strides. When Axl raises his head after the door was shut, he sees the smoke trail to the door.

"I'm mad as hell." Axl shakes his head. Sharing a cigarette is nothing special. It's been done thousands of time since Lafayette, especially when they suffered extreme poverty.

His eyes go back to the magazine. He turns a page. The facing page tells him about the cosmetics which will be launched soon. The peach pink blush and sky blue eyeshadow palette will suit his red hair well. He makes a dog-ear then turns the paper. The next facing page isn't colorful than the cosmetic article, but the big and bold caption catches his eyes.

GET WET, STAY WET, KEEP EACH OTHER WARM

Under these showy letters, a man and a woman are holding each other and almost kissing in the bathroom, both naked, the warm water (probably) falls down on them. He sees a bottle besides them. His face goes tomato red again, his heart starts rapidly throbbing, but he cannot look away from the page at all, in spite of the harsh physiological change. He keeps reading other letters. They say,

"Meet me in the shower xoxo,"

"Explore different positions under the steamy water,"

"Long-lasting lubricant,"

"Reach your partner's most intimate areas,"

and so on. This is an advertisement of a shower-friendly lube. Axl finds his hands holding the sides of the magazine very tight. It causes both edges of the magazine to crumple.

No, he's in no way projecting two naked men "under the steamy water" or exploring "different positions," not at all!

He closes his eyes. His eyebrows get close to each other by themselves.

A lubricant.

Izzy's used it for Axl. Once.

He inserted his two fingers into Axl's "most intimate area." It felt weird but didn't hurt him so his lube might be also "long-lasting," and......and,

Axl doesn't say that he didn't like that. What the fuck.

He rubs his cheeks with his damp palms. It's like he's waiting for the next sexual adventure. No, he's not, but if it happened, since they basically share the bed and a blowjob is totally on the regular, he can't completely deny the possibility of an advanced state, so, will Izzy use a lube again!? How about his fingers!? He envies Izzy's stocky hands, and those charming virile fingers stretched him and pushed...... Will he add more fingers or this time his......

"Oh, god." The image is getting nice and clear. His brain goes off the scale! Keeping his hands on his face, Axl lets his upper body topple over the couch. His body is still hot, his heart still racing. He feels his bulge tenting under the magazine, even his back orifice becomes warm. Even though, he WILL NOT have sex with his friend just because of the provisional arousal. He can't lose Izzy. His book strictly defines sex. It only allows exception of a one-night stand with the groupies. He's a perfect fanatic of his book.

"Wow, this lube's fucking hot. I'll get one." A happy voice is sonorous.

Axl opens his eyes. The drummer is standing in front of him. The singer's face goes world's number one scarlet though he doesn't think he could blush more. He's now unable to hide wispy perspiration on his forehead. Why doesn't he wear a bandana customarily at home?

Steven stickers. "Seriously? Were you born yesterday?"

"N-No!" Axl shouts back.

"If you say so," Steven's grin gets wider. "I'm gonna sleep over at Adriana's place. Erin's coming here tonight, right? Use the bathroom, I mean, seems everyone's left."

As soon as Steven leaves Hell House, Axl makes a bolt for the bathroom. He needs to take care of his heat.