Book One: Bad Boys Make the Most Noise | Slash

chapter twenty-six

Slash

She had on my jean jacket - which was a little too big for her - and this gorgeous, skin tight and sort of... rubbery dress. It was like leather pants. But a dress. And oh god, did she look stunning. Her feet were in all black chuck taylors but fancy wasn't her thing, so it didn't matter. Her hair was down and her fringe slightly pushed back, face completely bare and wrists latched in a few bracelets with a necklace or two hanging from her neck. Though nothing could hide the prominent red marks upon her delicate skin, on the right side, just bellow her ear and reaching down to one just above the cut of the dress, sort of small but the darkest of them all. Nothing hid mine, either, but that was the main objective of my outfit. It was just a simple black shirt - something Sloan had made me wear - and my usual leather pants and jacket, the 'cowboy boots' accumulating my feet. I wasn't exactly a dressy guy.

I wandered over and wrapped my arms around her waist, drawing her back and planting a gentle kiss upon her shoulder. "That dress looks hard to take off." I mumbled. I knew she'd smiled and the dimples and crinkles would appear and it made me grin like a fucking idiot but I didn't care.

"That depends how much willpower's behind it." She said, her tone happy. It sort of radiated off of her and I adored the way it sounded against her beautiful voice.

I spun her around and planted my hands on her hips, resting my forehead against hers as I crouched a little. "A fucking lot of it." I whispered, stealing a small kiss before the familiar and entrancing feel of her fingers wrapped within my curls sent me into some sort of horny frenzy. I reached down and grabbed her ass, earning a slight giggle, before seeping my tongue between her teeth, working until it ached a little bit and I was in need of a small breather. Pulling away, I rested my head against hers, planting my lips softly against her nose. "You look so fucking good." I mumbled, staring directly into those beautiful and longing eyes. She raised an eyebrow with a gentle smirk.

"Oh yeah?"

"Fuck yeah." I responded, placing a harsh and hungry kiss - once again - upon her neck, nibbling and biting slightly at the skin. Drawing back from the purple and red masterpiece, I let out a wolffish grin, to which she cautiously shook her head and leaned up to kiss me ferociously. Our lips moulded together perfectly - they always did - and it was as though I'd lost my ability to do anything or even take control, so she took the lead, slowly moving us back until my legs hit the post of my bed, pushing me down until I lay flat against the mattress, lips swollen and pink. Hers were a little inflamed, but stretched out into a grin, so it was difficult to notice. And then she gradually crawled down, lying flat against me and rested her head upon my chest, my breathing a little rigid and uneven; heartbeat probably a hell of a lot more rapid than it should be.

"You know what?" She said, suddenly sitting up and straddling my waist. "Fuck that dinner." She continued, removing the jacket aggressively as my eyes widened; this should be interesting to watch. "Fuck that Gracie or whoever it is, she sounds boring." I allowed myself to smile. "Fuck Duff and his stupid plans." She was cursing a lot - but it was so hot. "Fuck this dress, fuck that shirt." She struggled to remove the leather - or latex, I wasn't too sure - from her sweet and supple body, but managed to claw it off, throwing it down harshly on the floor. "And fuck me." I was a little taken-a-back, granted, but nevertheless wasted no time in quickly ripping off my shirt and sliding off my leather pants and the boots simply slid from my feet with ease; it seemed whenever we had sex I was only left in my socks. She was still straddling me, herself only kitted in underwear and a bra, myself in literally nothing but cotton socks that - this time - didn't support a hole. My hard-on was rubbing against her thigh and I knew for sure that she noticed it, from the shimmer in her eyes and the grinding of her hips. "Why don't you wear underwear?" She suddenly asked, frowning with confusion.

I shrugged and positioned her so she wasn't touching my dick. "Never have."

"Huh." She mumbled, pulling an 'okay then' sort of face before leaning down and biting harshly on the flesh just above my collar bone. I let out a groan, tilting my head back whilst digging my fingers into her hips. She continued to lick and bite - pretty fucking harshly - and suck against the same spot, most probably leaving something a similar shade to my fucking hair. But I didn't mind. I was also uncontrollably moaning - which made me feel like an absolute pussy - and my hands seemed to attack any place they could without... intruding, I suppose. I rubbed the skin of her thighs, I grabbed her ass, I scratched circles into her back, there wasn't really anywhere I didn't cover that were open to my touch. She looked back up with pure amusement and desire written within her lips as she bit the bottom one, tracing the love bite with delicacy. "Shit." She cursed, almost laughing. "That's gonna be there for a while."

I smiled hazily. "Thank fuck for that." I said. "Fancy making a few more?"

And so she did; all over my chest, my neck, my shoulders - even my fucking abs, and I can clearly say, right here, right fucking now; I loved every second of it. Of course, I returned the favour - though not quite as thoroughly, due to the fact we were far to frustrated to wait any longer. The moment I'd finished recruiting the third extremely dark hickey upon her stomach, I felt her grasp onto my hair and shake her head, slightly sweaty and panting. I was extremely out of breath - a major downside of smoking - but still continued to stroke her skin delicately. "Stop teasing me." She said. It almost caught me off guard, Sloan didn't entirely come across as the kinda girl to just come out with something sexual. Even during a sexual moment. Though I simple shook my head with a toothy and mischievous grin, lowering my head down and separating her thighs.

I kissed her inner legs, feeling her shiver at my touch and caressed the outer skin, smirking at every reaction that poured from her. I also kissed the fabric of her underwear, though stopped after that, reaching up and switching us over so that I was on top and not her as she removed the undergarments, leaning up to give me a short and sweet kiss.

I sure fucking hoped no ones home...

Steven

Duff and I were the only two home, a bottle of Vodka in each of our hands as he lined up the coke and MTV blasted on the cheap TV. I looked over toward Duff and he nodded toward where the five lines sat, teasingly, and I quickly bent down, using nothing other than my nostril, to snort it all up. Sitting back down, I rested my head upon the cushions with a soft groan and watched Duff do the same, taking a few strong gulps from his iconic beverage. It always stung my nose, but it was nothing I couldn't handle.

"You know, Stevie, we're all pretty fucking worried about you." He said, leaning back with a small frown.

"Why?" I laughed.

"You're fucking yourself up, that's why." He stated. "And if you think-" He continued, only to be cut off by a few loud moans and grunts - all male - to which he frowned and looked at me quizzically. Izzy and Axl were out somewhere, meeting up with producers, myself and Duff were in here, Slash was.... Slash. He was getting laid. "...Is that?"

"I think so." I mumbled, nodding my head and quickly springing up from the chair. "I think he's fucking some chic."

"What about Sloan?" Duff asked, sympathetically.

And then the big "Oh, Sloan!" Sounded out and we suddenly understood that Sloan was perfectly fine. We both looked at each other with slightly wide and alarmed eyes - he was being very loud. Usually, you'd hear a girls moans and grumbles whenever Slash was getting a piece of the action, but perhaps Sloan was just that good in bed. "What the fuck." Duff said, totally grossed out. I let out a rumble of laughter, shaking my head.

"If that's all I'm gonna hear then pass me another fucking bottle." I said, rapidly chugging down the liquid as Duff repeated my actions saying something along the lines of 'Amen' as he did so. I took my lips from the top of the clear bottle, feeling myself grow dizzy, before shaking my head and smiling nonetheless. I intended to get utterly fucked up today - not that I wasn't most days - and so, as a result, I snorted another two lines. We sat back and drank a little more of the vodka, wandering into the kitchen every once in a while to kill some sort of munchable craving, whilst watching and listening to the latest songs on MTV.

Usually, we'd both have a girl over, and we'd be off in the bedrooms, though it seemed tonight that Slash was getting enough action to fill in for the both of us.