The Diner

The Nerve Of That Gypsy

Axl cursed as he tries to tie the apron around his back for about the zillionth time.

He had been working at the diner since last April. He figured he was twenty, he needed more of a life then just getting high and getting screwed left and right.

So Izzy, the gypsy he calls his best friend, recommended the spot where he works, Mckagan's diner. Izzy was hired by the owners son Duff, a loud 6'3 bassist who has all of Izzy's attention.

Axl rolls his eyes as he sees Izzy smirk at him when he turns around. He growls at him making Izzy snort.

"Turn around princess" he says and ties the apron in one go.

Axl growls again "showoff. And I'm not a princess ya gypsy!" He says grabbing his pen and notepad in order to take orders.

"Yeah yeah, sure you aren't. Yet you use all my coconut shampoo. Now get out there! The dude at table 7 has been eyeing you up! Make some tips Mr. Fairy." Izzy says shoving him out of the back before Axl has a chance to shove him a new one.

Axl huffs under his breath before shoving the fakest smile he can muster onto his face, walking over to table seven.

What awaits him isn't what he expected, listen Axl swung both ways but this is just too much. The guy was at least twenty years his senior, if not more.

But he was NOT bad on the eyes to say the very least.

Salt and Pepper stubble that made him look even more mature, black hair with silver drifting down in ringlets over his shoulder, wait a minute..were those his biceps?!

'Remain calm Axl. He's probably not even interested, he's more then 10 years your senior at the least.'

And not to mention the man had the nerve to wear a top hat that hid his eyes.

Axl took a breath that was quickly punched out of his lungs when Mr. Tall dark and mocha decided to stretch his legs out showing he was wearing leather pants..LEATHER PANTS.

that's it, after this Axl was probably going to go home and have the guiltiest, yet most pleasurable jerk off session known to man kind in his cramped shower with his elbow knocking over the shampoo bottle on every stroke.

He's brought of of his imagination by the man clearing his throat and having a smirk on easily the most perfect lips Axl had ever seen and how dare he?

The man smirks more and chuckles "gonna take my order now darlin'?"

Axl sputters before clenching his teeth and yanking out his pen and notebook, "what can I get you sir?" He clenches out.

"Well, Axl. " he smirks glancing at name tag on Axl's shirt and Axl's name has no right sounding as sexy as it does coming out of this mans mouth.

"I'll have a plain hamburger and a water, and I don't mind the staring, your not bad to look at yourself." He smirks having way too much confidence in Axl's opinion.

"I was not staring, I don't even know your name." Axl growls out as he starts to walk away.

"The names Slash, don't forget it because I'm sure you'll be jerking off to it later." Slash calls out after him causing Axl to almost swallow his tongue as he trips over nothing causing Izzy to almost back flip in the way he catches him, laughing.

"Not funny." Axl hisses as Izzy just smirks, "well well, Mr Slash has got our princesses knickers all in a twist doesn't he Duff?" Izzy says as the blonde turns away from the grill and smirks a smirk of his own.

"How's a winter wedding sound?" He says batting his eyelashes and laughing as Axl practically throws the ticket at his head.

Axl waits on more tables, dreading when Slash's food would be ready, he nearly combusted when he saw how veiny and strong his hands were when he gave him his drink.

Not to mention when he did Slash grabs his wrist and pulled his down, talking about just how filthy those hands could get.

Axl's face turned a shade of red he didn't even know existed.

He yelps nearly slicing himself with a knife he was washing when Izzy licks his neck to get his attention.

He snarls and turns around wiping at the spit and glaring at the all too proud gypsy.

"Lover boys food is ready." He smirks as Axl gulps and grabs the tray after washing his hands.

The walk to the table from the kitchen feels like it takes a million years, all the while Slash has his eyes on Axl like he's the prime steak in a buffet.

He finally sets the meal down and is about to walk away when Slash once again pulls him down to whisper in his ear.

"Just because I'm 53 years of age doesn't mean I can't tear that little hole of yours apart real easy pet." He says licking hotly over the shell of Axl's ear hotly causing the redhead to gasp and his knees to go weak.

Slash smirks again and pulls back, "you work tomorrow sugar?" He asks.

As Axl was about to say yes, Izzy swings by like a whirlwind with a smirk of the ages on his face. "No he doesn't, I'll take his shift. You can meet him at his place, up on 22nd street." He says as Axl gapes at him.

"You can't just give out my address you-" he growls and Slash interrupts him.

"Great, I'll be there at around 2. Sound good darlin'?" He smirks as Axl sputters once again.

He stands up to his full height before walking over and pulling Axl skin tight against his front before gripping his jaw causing Axl's mouth to pop open and Slash's tongue to slide filthily over the redheads causing his eyes to roll back into his skull.

Slash pulls back and a string of spit connects them which he breaks and smirks dangerously "till tomorrow pet." He says walking out of the diner.

Axl stares at him go with his lips glistening and Izzy smirks "you know he didn't even eat the burger." He says as Axl snaps out of the fog that coated his mind and glares at his friend.

"You gypsies have some nerve!" He hisses clearing up the table and going to the sink, one to wash the dishes and two, to think what in the world he was gonna do when that showed up on his doorstep in under 24 hours.