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

Chapter 7

He gave free rein to his soft noise since he has the house to himself. He reached his peak while he called his childhood friend's name in straight succession. He's sat under the lukewarm spray in the bathtub since then. His knees are very weak, he feels the residual subtle heat inside of the most sensitive element. The dreamlike heat isn't enough to make him hard, yet insists him to stroke downward with the hand. He decides to ignore the claim. He has a right to touch it whenever he desires, but this masturbation will lead him to an unended frustration spiral only Izzy can break. He lusts after Izzy's virile calloused fingers running on his thin pale skin. He thirsts for Izzy's desperate, hoarse moan blowing into his ears.

His eyes recognize the clock in the bathroom. The time of Erin's arrival is getting close. It's a big irony that every room has a clock while no one in the band finds a difference between an hour and ten minutes. That was Erin who brought the clocks. Of course they never affected Axl's lateness.

He shampoos his hair in a sitting position, then manages to stand up and washes his body. He imagines naked Erin when he puts suds on the delicate areas, rather he sees the image of the place he always shoves his groin in. He tries to make his body hard. The heat inside of him still annoyingly insists its claim and he wants to put some hope in the fantasy where Izzy doesn't exist, but Erin's naked image has a lack of competence after all.

"Fuck." He lets his head collide with the cool wall covered with tiles.

He would ejaculate while Erin gives him friction, but now he knows, sadly he knows, only Izzy satisfies his body.

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Erin brings a bottle of red wine. A few pieces of baguette and some cheese are on the coffee table, too. There are some dry figs beside the candles which frame fluttered. Seriously? Candles? Axl, who leaves his hair wet and wears a T-shirt and the boxer shorts that substitute for the pajamas, apparently isn't in a romantic mood and that, makes a face. Erin doesn't notice his listless reaction, leaning in to him and putting her chin on his shoulder.

"You told them to go out? That's sweet of you." She nuzzles her nose in his shoulder like a cat. "The couch is always a good choice."

That was an entire pure accident. He didn't tell anybody about Erin's visiting. Steven accidentally heard his conversation with her on the phone, and rest of them will come back here soon or later. Erin pushes his tits against his upper arm, biting his earlobe with her lips.

Axl tilts his head to make a distance. "They'll be back soon."

"Then we can go to your room. You took a shower, I know what you're up to." Her voice is ridiculously sloppy already.

"I share the room with Iz, y'know."

"Tell him to crash in somewhere else. It's not a big deal for him, darling." She places her arms around his neck, her whole weight leans on him.

"I think it is 'cause he broke up with Angela." Shit, for what reason does he call Annika in his mind now? She will welcome Izzy for sure. Ha! It's not a good perspect at all. His heart completely sinks in, his skin feeling ill in the touches of the girl beside him. "You wanna order something? We always order pizza so something else might be better?"

"I don't want anything else. We have wine here."

"Well, honey, actually I'm sorta hungry." He stands up and walks to the kitchen, pulling the sliding doors which are basically empty due to the band's zero custom of cooking. "Where're those fucking menus?" He cocks his head. "Oh, I need a light." He is a bit too theatrical.

When he turns on the light, she crosses her arms across her chest with her legs also crossed, glaring at him on the couch. "Axl, what are you doing?"

"I said I'm hungry."

"No, you're avoiding me is the truth." She stands up.

"When I say I'm hungry, I'm hungry." Axl replies in grim. Erin is a blameless girl. She does nothing wrong tonight, too. Axl understands that so much, yet after that cryptic masterbation, he cannot help to feel an uncomfortable feeling in his gut.

Oh no, he definitely avoids bringing Erin in the room.

Axl has carefully built something undefined in there. It's a slow process and he still doesn't understand what it is all about, but their room is now like a cage which protects him and Izzy from all of the outsiders. He always feels so true and so honest in there with him. No one can trespass on their sanctuary.

"Sorry for coming down hard on you, but you know I always," said Axl before he recognized what he'd wanted to say, then realizes he had nothing to say.

"I know what?" Erin presses him for an answer.

"I'll always care about you." He vocalizes a fixed phrase. Fuck, it sounds fishy. He looks up the ceiling.

"You don't say you love me?" Her face proves entirely that the phrase was fishy.

Axl tries to open his mouth again to patch his response up, but Izzy's voice surrounds his head.

You think you love her? That's a strong explanation of love.

The voice weakens Axl's thinking power. "I, uh, I do. I do love you."

A series of outright emotionless responses trails off fruitlessly. Erin approaches him and he flinches at her glum expression. It's a high possibility that she's going to hit him.

However, the front door bangs open before she practically raises her hand. Both Erin and Axl turn their heads at the same time. In their site, Duff and Izzy have a merry laugh. They appear to share some jokes, maybe, and doesn't recognize the tension in the air.

"We booked two shows at the Roxy next month!" Duff raises the plastic bag in his hand. "You want some?" He puts out some boxes of Chinese take out on the kitchen counter and Izzy plunges two six-pack of beer in the refrigerator. Axl exhales deeply in his mind.