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

Chapter 9

Axl pushes his best friend and his friend lets him go. Three men are equally exhausted by the fight so they remain silent. Axl is disgusted with his blood boiling but he can't help getting into a fuss.

Izzy rests his body on the wall, mumbling. "You'd better run after her."

No sooner than Izzy finishes his sentence, Axl pins him against the wall. "What? Why do you say that?"

"Hey, don't be hysterical." Izzy's hand goes up along his face line softly first then slowly strokes his hair. "She completely doubts your love, but you do love her. Now just go. Everything will be fine."

"You can't say such a thing to me!" Axl shouts, his hands grabbing his arms.

Izzy pats Axl's back as if a mother fondles her child. "Alright, easy now."

Izzy doesn't get Axl's real intention. Now Axl has no space in his heart to care about Erin. Who the hell can love the person who attacks someone you consider most important?  Axl has his body lean on Izzy's, nuzzles his nose into the crook of Izzy's shoulder and sighs. He hates the man who says something which hurts him and wants to melt in his aroma all at once.

Duff clears his throat. "I'm gonna give over space to a newlywed couple now, but remember that Slash's coming back through that door in a few hours." The bassist stares at the front door like Slash will get bewildered by facing the friends' lovemaking at any moment.

Izzy frowns at him. "Get your mind out of the gutter."

"Bring the wine and the foods with you." Axl motions him.

Duff holds all foods and drinks in his arms and leaves the room. Izzy leads Axl to the couch, places him on it and sits next to him, his own upper body sinks in the backrest.

"Why did you say that?" Axl doesn't consent what Izzy said to him. Contrary to the dark haired guitarist, Axl stoops down.

"You dream of your own family." Izzy exhales a deep sigh. "You wanna be a father."

Axl wriggles and looks at Izzy's face. "Have I told you that?"

Izzy doesn't look him in the eye. "No, but I know that." He keeps his head on the back of the couch and casts his eyes at the ceiling. "Time kills a relationship so easily, you know? You'd better call her at least."

Izzy is barking up the wrong tree. Axl gets pissed. His childhood friend knows him more than enough to make an effort to lead Axl to his true happiness while he doesn't get a tantalizing clue of his real intention that Axl doesn't want anyone between them.

"I don't know if I love her." Axl pouts. "I don't know what love is, I mean, I thought I knew but I'm sort of wrapping up in the definition of love lately."

"Me neither."

Izzy's reply doesn't make any sense since he was the one who insisted on the need for Erin. Axl studies the friend's face yet Izzy closes his eyes so he's not able to decipher his thoughts. His expression is calm at first glance, on the contrary, his cheeks are glowing due to the fight. Or, it's not about the fight. Does he conceal his real intention and does that cause the faint blush? That would be possible. What's more, why doesn't Izzy mention "my Izzy" at all? Izzy could show what he felt, or Axl doesn't know, but perhaps could Izzy make fun of Axl at least? To consider his personality, he's an expert at contradicting to be someone's possessions.

Come to think of it, why did Axl call him my Izzy in the first place? It was weird. Both know that they debate from the standard by the course of nature, but that doesn't always inspire a sense of belonging.

Uh, the standard.

Axl's needed Izzy since in Lafayette, so he's basically been around him except when the distance of California and Indiana caused the separation. They had conversation behind other band members' back even during the violent conflict between two bands. (Izzy and Axl had been in the different bands at that time.) Axl didn't want to and need to touch this very close friend, occasionally he wanted like when they were on stage, like when he wanted feel the band's teamwork, or like when he wanted to brag about their fabulous friendship to the kids. However, there wasn't any sexual greed between them as same as he entwines Slash. They were the standard.

Things seemed to change after they kissed. Well, that's another thing that makes Axl feel so strange. They didn't deny themselves as bisexual people for some reason, but anyway, he's always turned to the sexual touch for help since then, Izzy fulfilling his wish.

"Izzy, kiss me?" begs Axl as per usual. He finds solace in the particular warmth when he's confused and upset.

"Does a kiss solve your problem?"
   
"You're argumentative. Where's your spontaneous policy?" Axl lays his head on his guitarist's shoulder.

Izzy seems to admit his loss. Unlike his complaint, Izzy is a passionate kisser. Their noses and lips keep touching even while they take a breath, both of them turning out their moan subtly but impatiently into the air. They attach themselves to each other as if the kiss itself was oxygen. They don't develop it further since their consciences warn them with a struggle that they're in the living room, but their hardness is getting too obvious to be ignored.

"Let's move to the bed." says Izzy while panting. Axl feels the edge in his breath.

Two imminent men collapse down on the bed. Izzy doesn't shove his fingers into Axl. Axl expected them a little. Maybe he loves to feel them inside of him by nature. Or, his body tries to say something else.