My Random Guns N' Roses One-shots

Izzy x Duff (more smut)

Duff Mckagan hated heat of any kind. How the fuck did Seattle even get this fucking hot? His home town was supposed to be the city of rain and clouds. But no, the weather just had to prove him wrong. Not only was it hot, which he hated, it was also muggy. Of course, Izzy looked cool as a cucumber, stretched out shirtless in the square of sunlight on the floor of Duff's hotel room. How the fucker managed to look so sexy in this murderous heat was a mystery to him. Not that he was attracted to Izzy or anything just, you know, objectively speaking. Maybe he'd just stick his head under the faucet while the sink ran freezing cold water over his face. Their one day break between shows just had to be the hottest day of the year.

"Quit bitching about the heat, it's only eighty-something degrees out." Izzy rolled over to observe Duff trying to fit his head under the sink faucet.

"Exactly, too fucking hot." Duff gave up with the sink and tried the shower instead, sighing in relief as the freezing cold water ran over his face. He ignored how stupid he must look, fully clothed and hunched over because they made shower heads way too low down.

Apparently, Izzy had gotten up and moved to stare at him from the doorway to the bathroom, because that slightly raspy voice that reminded him of whiskey was suddenly way closer than he had anticipated. Not that Duff had jumped in surprise or anything like that, it just startled him a little. "Just so you know, you look fucking ridiculous like that." Yeah no shit, but at least it was helping somewhat with the oppressive heat.

"Fuck you, Isbell." The dark-haired man just laughed, pulling out a cigarette and holding it up to his lighter before taking a healthy-sized drag, smoke swirling out of his mouth in a white cloud.

"Come on Duff, you're a Northwest native, surely you know of a swimming spot where you can cool off and look less stupid in the process." Yeah, but that would involve leaving this stream of cold water and going outside where it would be even hotter. And they wouldn't be able to go somewhere public or they'd be swarmed by fans. Although there was that one place...

Giving in, he stepped out of the shower, shaking the water out of his hair, accidentally splashing Izzy who was not impressed. The guitarist stubbed his cigarette out on the doorframe- did he even give a shit about other people's property?- and the two walked into the hallway, making their way to the hotel elevators.

Duff followed the dark haired man right up to his Harley-Davidson but hesitated while Izzy threw a leg over the motorcycle. "What the hell are you waiting for Blondie? Get on." Not having a good argument otherwise, Duff climbed onto the vehicle behind him, ignoring the fact that he was about to sit pressed against a shirtless Izzy on top of a vibrating motorcycle seat. He prayed he wasn't about to pop a boner. That would be awkward for sure.

With Duff shouting directions, they arrived at a shitty looking gravel parking-lot fairly quickly. Izzy parked, looking around and panting slightly. Ha, the fucker was also hot. He could deny it all he wanted, but the bassist knew it, Izzy was feeling the heat too. "This isn't a place for swimming Blondie. Unless you've unlocked the secret to swimming in dust."

"Nah, we just gotta walk the rest of the way." Duff led the still shirtless guitarist over to a barely visible path that started between a tree and a bush with weird white looking berries. The path then wove between various trees, over a log that was helpfully directly at waist height, making it hard to go either under or over it, and finally past several blackberry bushes that were way bigger than Duff remembered.

The small pond was still the same though, as was the giant rock that overlooked the water and the really old tire swing that swung out over the middle of the pond so you could jump into the middle where the water was deepest. Duff turned back, noticing that Izzy was no longer behind him, to find the dark-haired man plucking blackberries from the overgrown weed of a bush with long, slender fingers.