My Random Guns N' Roses One-shots

Axl x Slash (also smut)

Oh look, an author's note BEFORE the chapter. Aren't I fancy? This one-shot is for my good friend and amazing author Axlspandex. You requested strippers, and this is what I came up with. Hope you all enjoy it.

"So do you play an instrument Mr. Hudson?" Slash jolted awake. The teacher was leaning over him, both hands on the tiny desk, and shouting in his face.

"Yeah guitar." Still groggy, and having no idea what the lecture had been about before he was awoken from his uncomfortable sleep on top of his desk, he thought it best to just answer the questions. It wasn't like his grades would plummet too much if he didn't learn anything today, they were low enough that one or two failed assignments wouldn't do much. Also, this particular teacher seemed to target the failing students, so if the entire point of the speech was to humiliate him in front of his class, he wouldn't be surprised.

"And we can assume the reason you were sleeping in class is because you were up all night playing said guitar, correct? Or is my class so dull to you that you feel the need to be unspeakably rude and fall asleep in the middle of it?" No the reason he was asleep in class was because he had been up all night working in a strip club, dancing around in an embarrassingly skimpy outfit consisting of a thong and heels, and had gotten a grand total of two hours of sleep. No way Slash was going to admit to that though, he hated working as stripper enough as it was, he didn't need people mocking him about it. So he did what anyone would do in this kind of situation: lie and make shit up.

"Yeah, I was up all night performing." Not a total lie. He was still a good person. He worked night shifts in seedy gay nightclubs, lied to his mom about where he was going at night, and fell asleep in class, but he was still a good person.

"And are you in a band?" Oh, he was still being questioned. Slash snapped back into reality. He really hated being put on the spot like this. The entirety of the class was staring at him, some with looks of pity, 'oh poor him, getting called out like that' and some with looks of amusement, the girl two aisles over was covering her mouth with her hand to hide her smirk.

"Yeah, I guess." He tried to hide face behind his curly mass of hair.

"And does this band have a name?"

" Tidus Sloan." Fuck, he shouldn't have said that. The last thing he needed was to give away his stage name to his entire class. Oh well, it wasn't like they would find out he was a stripper just from a stage name. They'd actually have to show up to a show and see the name posted somewhere. And Slash somehow doubted his classmates ever went to gay bars. It was just a thought.

Slash didn't absorb any information that was taught for the rest of the day. Well, it wasn't like he would have learned anything anyway. Fuck, he had another show tonight. He wished he could quit, but he needed the money, and there weren't many jobs that hired long haired, juvenile delinquent esque, minors without a good resume. He wished he was in a band, working as a stripper was humiliating. The staring faces, flagrant sexual glances, general embarrassment about his own sexuality, and horrible work hours was enough to make him consider finding another job. But again, job options were scant, and he needed the money. He just needed to make it through to the weekend, and he would be able to catch up on sleep.

Axl leaned back in his own desk. Why the hell were these desks so small anyway? At five-nine, his legs stuck out a good foot and a half in front, almost reaching the desk just ahead of him. The teacher was blabbing about stereotypes or some other pointless shit, probably trying to humiliate one of the students. This teacher needed to be fucking fired, he seemed to take personal satisfaction in embarrassing the shit out of the students that were struggling in his classes. Axl couldn't really bring himself to do anything about it, he himself was maintaining a decent GPA, and had better things to worry about, but seriously. Teachers should be helping their struggling students, not take time out of the school day to pointlessly make an example out of them.