The Diner

Cluttered

Axl was currently tripping balls. Well, tripping over his own balls more like.

He had of course woken up with only 20 minutes before Slash was due. Stupid Alarm.

Now, back to tripping over his own balls. He had gotten a quick shower in, and by quick he means rushing through and now his shower had shampoo and soap on the floor of the bathtub, which said soap had gotten in his eye, twice.

Now he was currently shoving his dick into his leather pants that he insists on wearing even though they are two sizes too small..what? They were the only ones clean.

His hair was soaking wet and he still hasn't found a clean shirt in his art gallery he calls a room. He trips over his green chair and huffs out a curse.

He is starting to dry his hair off with a towel when, surprise surprise, there is a knock on the door.

Axl goes to answer it and trips again on Izzy's jacket that he left months ago, yet still hasn't collected and brought back to his own house.

He opens the door and mumbles through the towel for Slash to come in and tries to turn around and find a shirt but the next thing he knows he's being yanked against a wall full of solid muscle.

His tongue almost gets swallowed once again, 3 times in 24 hours? Must be a record, he thinks as the towel is pulled from over his head.

Slash smirks and oh.

His eyes are brown

Axl can't help but stare once again as Slash smirks, "Take a picture sugar, oughta last ya longer." He smiles an easy smile as Axl blushes.

Axl squeaks as he's suddenly pinned against the door, his hands shoved above his head and laced with thick fingers, Slash humming as his warm breath washes over Axl's face, "Too shy to talk today darlin?" He smiles and trails his eyes down, smirking at the sight of Axl's shirtless torso.

Axl releases a puff of air as Slash leans against his ear "S'okay if you don't wanna talk, this isn't gonna be my last time with you sugar. I don't think I can get enough with what I've already seen" he smiles wolfishly, one of his hands wiggling out of Axl's grip and trailing down across his pale torso to his pants and teasingly sliding his thumb over the zipper as Axl whimpers.

"Oh a whimper hm? Last time I got your eyes to roll back, let's see what I can do with this time." He says and focuses back on his task as Axl's hand find a grip on his shirt and Slash smiles as Axl's hands find his belly button piercing, his mouth going slack.

"Are you trying to kill me?" He whines causing Slash to laugh. "Quite the contrary darling, if you die I'm going with ya." He says and Axl's eyes widen and his mouth hangs open as Slash smiles softly "this isn't just a fling for me hon. I've been watching you, observing you, and let's just say I know there's a lot more to you then just that diner darlin." He says with honesty sparkling in his eyes.

Axl looks at him, "you don't want someone..more experienced? I mean don't get me wrong, I've been around, but your more then 20 years my senior. " he says and Slash hums.

"Nah. Your pretty when you blush, I don't get that often with ones my age." He says and chuckles softly as Axl's cheeks bloom with red.

"Besides.." His eyes darken, "most people my age can't keep up." He says, that's the only warning Axl gets before there's a mouth like hot wax against his pulse point, causing his back to arch up against the wall and Slash to lace their fingers back above his head and pin him down again.

Axl's neck is very sensitive, and he can't help the noises coming out of his throat as a tongue does things that should be illegal in all states to his neck.

His mouth is open and spewing out profanities left and right as Slash comes back up to face him, his eyes nearly all black, his lips slick with his own spit. "You have a filthy mouth pet."

His hand slides down from their laced fingers once again and trace over Axl's bottom lip, causing Axl to find a spike of courage and drag the bigger mans thumb into his mouth and curl his tongue around it, flicking it filthily.

He looks at Slash from under his eyelashes knowing the effect he has on him with how Slash's eyes have now gone completely black, what he isn't expecting is what happens next.

Slash slides his thumb out of Axl's mouth and into his own, getting Axl's taste for himself.

Axl can only gape at him while Slash smirks around his thumb, slowly removing it, a string of spit connecting his thumb to his mouth.

Axl is practically shaking against the wall as he bites his lip at what is the hottest seen he had ever witnessed. And he had seen a guy suck his own dick, which.. Let's just say opened his mind up to a lot of things.

He watches Slash and finally can't help himself, tangling his fingers into the larger mans curls and yanking his lips against his, sucking his tongue into his mouth, their tongues sliding against each other filthily as Slash has a death grip on Axl's hip.

Slash has his thigh pressed between Axl's which is why Axl is rutting against him like a helpless puppy, all breathless whimpers and pants as he disconnects their lips and can see Axl chasing his release.

He leans down, his lips against Axl's ear as he spews out the filth of the century.

"Just look at you. Grinding against me like a helpless little puppy huh pet? Should I get you a collar? A lead maybe? Choke you with it huh? Take you from behind, while I'm pounding your little spot raw and just take the lead and yank you up backwards against my chest and take what I want?" He growls as Axl's eyes roll back into his skull causing Slash to smirk.

Slash hears Axl's breath hitch as he slides his belt out of the loops and wraps it around Axl's neck, causing Axl to start drooling a little down his chin which in turn causes Slash to smirk wider "this will have to do until I get a real one now won't it?" 

Axl's choppy breathing is his only reply as he chuckles and tightens the belt tighter, causing Axl to whine and arch his back farther, his hands scrambling to grab purchase of anything.

Slash grins, Sliding his thigh down and hitching Axl onto his own clothed cock, sliding his clothed cock against Axl's own throbbing one.

That does it for Axl, who sees different galaxies as far as he's concerned as he climaxed, slumping against the wall in a shaking and oversensitive mess of a man.

Slash grins and tightens the belt again, causing Axl to whine.

Knowing the next day was Friday, and that Axl needed a little time to calm down most likely, he smiles and leans down into Axl's ear for the final time.

"I'll definitely swing by Saturday sugar." He says sliding his fingers into Axl's pants, collecting some of the cooled cum and slowly sucking it off his fingers.

"I wanna see what it tastes like fresh."

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