My Random Guns N' Roses One-shots

Duff x Steven (Smut)

Steven shivered in the early morning fog. His mother had sent him to Seattle to live with his grandparents due to bad behavior (apparently climbing out the window to go to arcades with his friends when he was supposed to be asleep was 'bad behavior'), and today was the first day he was supposed to attend the shit-hole known as Roosevelt High school, or as he liked to call it, the only day he would attend all of his classes to determine which ones he would be skipping for the rest of the year.

Seattle weather had to be the shittiest weather he had ever experienced. He had moved from California in the middle of the school year, so his first day was in the middle of February at the beginning of the second semester. And holy shit, Seattle's winter sucked. It had neither snow, nor bright sunny weather like California. It was just cold, and wet, and foggy, and dark, and he hated it, and he wished he were back in California. Another problem with Seattle was that school started ridiculously early in the morning, which meant that the bus showed up ridiculously early, which was why he was now walking to the bus stop before the sun was up. He had asked to borrow his grandparent's car, but he his request had been declined, and thus shitty bus schedule it was.

He honestly had no idea why he had been sent to live with his grandparents. Living somewhere else wasn't going to stop him from sneaking out of the house or ditching school. Sure, Steven mused, it might slow him down, considering he didn't know where any of the cool hangout spots were, and even if he did, he had no friends to go there with.

So now he was walking in the cold and wet rain, in the dark, to a bus he didn't want to get on, which lead to a place he didn't want to go to, musing about things he didn't get to do. Why the hell was the bus stop so far away anyway? He could barely see the sidewalk he was walking on. The streetlights were few and far between, and none of the houses had their lights on, because it was so early.

As he rounded a corner, he saw a bright light coming from one of the houses. As he neared the house, he realized it was a window where the room inside had its lights on. The brightness of the window in contrast with the darkness of the early morning illuminated the room inside like a television screen. The room appeared to be a bedroom, with all the curtains open. Although Steven didn't mean to pry into someone's personal privacy, he stood looking through the window for a few moments as a tall- man? boy? he couldn't tell- came into the room, dripping wet and clutching a towel around his waist, damp bleached blond hair hanging down around his shoulders and clinging to the sides of his face.

Whoever it was obviously didn't see him, and didn't care about the fact that the window was open, because he turned around so his back was facing the window, removing the towel to dry off his hair, and began rummaging around a dresser, assumedly to find clothes. Steven hurried away, a little aroused and a little embarrassed for being a peeping Tom to his extremely attractive neighbor.

Over the next few days of school, Steven continued to catch glimpses of Blondie McHotness as he walked to the bus stop, and each time he caught himself looking, he would almost immediately flush red and hurry away. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable with finding the blond attractive, he had been comfortable with the fact that he liked both dicks and pussy for awhile now- although he hadn't exactly informed many people of this fact; it was more the fact that he felt he was encroaching on someone else's privacy that embarrassed him. This fact didn't stop him from fantasizing about Babe Supreme, but he did feel guilty that his favorite part of the day was walking by that window to get a peek inside.

Aside from his boy troubles, things were going fairly well for Steven. Most of his classmates were nice, though he had looked for Mr. Tall, Blond, and Handsome at school without any luck, and no one had commented that he had long hair and wore leather pants every day. In fact, things were going swimmingly well until that Friday, when his morning routine went downhill.