An ill mouthed girl with a fiery temper and bad attitude comes across a blonde headed stranger in her bed whilst covered in something strange. His friends are just like brothers and family soon becomes a tight nation to them all as Sloan grows close...
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Slash
The moment Duff shut the door, we all looked at each other in concern. It was all fun and games until he practically threatened to rape her. "Do you think she'll be okay?" Steven questioned. I remained silent, grabbing onto my second bottle of Jack and gulping as much as I could until I gagged, coughing slightly.
"It's Sloan." Duff said, unsure. "She can handle anything." And Axl nodded his head in agreement, poking up from the sofa. Izzy laid upon the bed and stared at me with his brows raised. He and I were probably thinking the same thing.
"She might be able to handle it but who's gonna protect here when she laughs at his dick and he gets angry?" He asked, smoking a cheap off-brand cigarette. I nodded my head in agreement, who was to say he didn't have friends lurking down there? From the way she handled Francis, I wouldn't of been worried, but the gun was still in my pocket and as a result I feared for her safety.
Axl stood up. "Then what are we waiting for? Lets go strap this fucker down. If we can keep him in the back room for long enough, we can all catch some sleep before we set off again." We all agreed, myself latching onto the key and wandering through the door, the rest of the boys following, and wandering behind the reception desk, into the back room where Sloan stood, in the corner, on her knees with bile flowing from her mouth. The kid had a hard on but I couldn't help the snort exiting my lips as I viewed his length. Sloan was right, his friend was way too small - especially considering she was used to mine. But the smirk from my thoughts slowly disintegrated as I glanced again toward Sloan, walking over and bunching her hair away from her face, rubbing her back sympathetically. "That bad?" I questioned.
"Worse." She mumbled, coughing up a few more chunks. "Do you wash your balls?" She asked, gagging. I let out a loud laugh, shaking my head but responding truthfully none the less.
"Yes. Doesn't everyone?"
"I found mould. Mould, Slash." She sounded scarred for life and I couldn't help the bellowing laugh exiting my lips. "I'm traumatised." She mumbled repeatedly. Only then did I turn and face the rest of the boys, jaw dropping as they tied him to the chair with his own clothes, gagging him as well with a pair of Axl's speedo's. I chuckled quietly, standing Sloan back up and wrapping her in a comforting hug. "You'll be okay." I mumbled in her ear, encasing her shoulders with my arm and pulling her close, wandering over to the rest of the group, smirking triumphantly in the dirty blondes face as he grew sweaty.
"Let's go, guys." I suggested, tugging along the girl with a pale face and prominent frown. "I'd kiss you but your breath stinks." I grinned in her ear, watching as she looked around at each of the boys.
She stared at Steven as he chewed on some gum, scowling gently with a small smile. "Got any gum, Adler?" She asked. He nodded his head, throwing over the pack and she caught it with ease, throwing three or four capsules into her mouth. I smirked cockily, prodding her sides as she yelped, spitting two of them onto the floor and stepping into the white goo. I let out a rumble of laughter as she groaned and wiped her foot along the floor, attempting to get it off. The boys all walked ahead, shaking their heads in amusement as Steven stole the key from my pocket and they let themselves in. I quickly spun Sloan around, smiling something small, and swooped my head down, aggressively connecting my lips with hers, a feel of lust driving through her hands as they intertwined with my curls. I was a little bit tipsy, still, from the whisky, but I continued to kiss her as though my life depended on it, moulding our lips together and pulling her body flush against mine. She smiled a little and I slid my tongue in between her teeth, stealing the gum and pulling it into my own mouth, smirking against her lips before gently biting the bottom one and pulling away with a confident grin, tilting my head to the side. Her lips were swollen and red, brows raised and eyes wide; "W-why?" She stuttered.
"You're mine, motherfucker." I mumbled with a wink, stealing a short peck before wandering over to the door, leaving her to stand alone, and knocking against the wood, Duff answering it with a smirk as I wandered on through, smiling arrogantly.
"You gonna come in?" Duff teased. She whispered something similar to 'fuck you, you fucker' before entering through, still only dressed in her thong and bra. I presumed she'd forgotten her practical nudity and couldn't help the amusement swimming through me. But as she brushed past me and stole the fabric from Steven's hands and wandered into the bathroom, the amusement only amplified, all eyes focused on me with knowing smirks plastered onto their faces.
Duff raised his eyebrows, curiously. "What?" I laughed.
"What just happened?" He exclaimed in a yelled whisper. "Did you have a quickie or something?"
"Out in the hallway?" I chuckled, shaking my head and brushing the curls from my eyes. "No, man. What do you think we did?"
"I don't know-"
"Did no one but me notice her lips or something?" Izzy asked, disbelievingly. "Holy fuck, guys. Y'all are some dumb motherfuckers."
"Did you make out with her?"
"Yes, he did. He has also fucked her three times. He has also argued with her. He has also saved her and cheered her up." Sloan said, walking into the room with her hands on her hips. "Next time I'm the subject of a conversation, wait 'til I'm in earshot." I smirked - semi proudly - and shrugged my shoulders, I didn't exactly blame the girl. She took a seat next to Axl on the couch, yawning heavily. Only then had I remembered her lack of sleep.
"I'm beat." She said, closing her eyes and resting her head against the back of the sofa.
"Not on my couch, you're not." Axl declared, pushing her from the solid and uncomfortable cushions. She landed on the floor with a thud, angrily slapping his leg and stumbling over toward the bed I'd napped in only an hour-or-so ago. All of the boys shrugged their shoulders, taking to their own beds, Duff and Izzy sleeping at opposite sides of the small, miniature mattress, Steven wishing everyone a goodnight, taking off into the bathroom to sleep in the tub as promised, Axl podding off upon the couch. I slowly made my way toward Sloan, crawling in beside her and wrapping an arm around her waist. She snuggled closer, turning around and placing a delicate kiss upon my collarbone. "Night." She mumbled.
"Night, Sloan." I responded, kissing her forehead and running a hand through her hair.
