Dream On

The Let's Ruin Duff's Breakfast Challenge

When Axl heard the water in the shower stop he panicked.

He reached under the couch trying to locate his shoes, which he had careless thrown somewhere in the room when he had come home last night, only managing to find one
and looked around for any signs of the other.

Finally, after what seemed to him like forever, he found both of his shoes, put on his cowboy boots, grabbed his keys from the little table next to the door, and bolted out of the apartment, just as Slash was coming out of the bathroom.

He had no idea where he was going as he skipped down the stairs and made it out in the sunny streets of LA, but he figured that anything was better than further embarrassing himself in front of Slash.

And fuck, how on earth had his life come to that? Being embarrassed in front of Slash?

Slash who even shared with him what color his pee was and what disgusting thing he had pulled out of his nose.

And seriously how could he have fallen in love with that? Because it was Slash that's why. But that answer certainly didn't make it easier. Why did he have to fall in love with all of that when he had tons of literal models lining up for him?

Ugh stupid Slash with his stupid curls and his stupid eyes and his stupid smile.

He suddenly found himself accusing himself of indignity and betrayal of some sort towards Slash, because he wanted to be with curly haired man twenty-four seven, but at the same time avoided him like the plague and that wasn't fair to Slash, not really, when he treated him like the sun rose out of Axl's ass. He felt as if he was toying with Slash, offering him no explanation for his odd behavior. But Slash still waited patiently for him with open arms at the end of each day, always awake so they could fall asleep together in each other's arms, in their couch.

And that made things so much worse because it further confused Axl and made his feelings ten times stronger and a million times more difficult to hide. Because Slash's behavior made him think that maybe his feelings weren't as unreciprocated as he had first thought, but he still couldn't allow himself to entertain that possibility, for he didn't know what would happen if he let himself believe that, only to have his hopes and dreams crash and crumble down before him.

Lies. He knew what would happen and the possible outcome was far too scary so he pushed those what if's to a dark corner in the back of his mind.

And so the ache in his heart grew, more prominent as the days went by and he idly wondered how long he could handle this slow torture.

And as he walked further around he started asking himself again just how he had gotten to that point, how he had shrunken so low. He couldn't understand when the switch had happened, because he used to share everything with Slash, from his bottle of JD to his darkest fears, but now suddenly being alone with the guitarist was a thought that both terrified and excited him terribly and was enough to send him running away like a little bitch.

After aimlessly walking for a couple more minutes he found himself outside of the band's usual hangout place -an all-day bar with nice music and pretty ladies in the evening and nice breakfast in the morning- and without giving it much thought he pushed at the entrance door and made his way in.

As he had predicted, Izzy and Duff were sitting inside so he walked to their table and sat down.

"Morning" he muttered, sour mood obvious in his tone.

"What's got your panties all in a twist?" asked Izzy already knowing the answer.

"Oh fuck off. Where's Steven?"

"He's at his girlfriend's place. You're free. Talk" said Duff.

"I had a wet dream about Slash" he whined. Duff snickered and Izzy was about to do the same but they both stopped when they noticed Axl's murderous glare.

"And as if that wasn't enough, I also run into him while butt naked and got hard because of that and he kept staring at my dick" he added, lowering his eyes to stare at the floor, his cheeks turning into a nice pink color.

"Okay, I want the full story later" Duff said miraculously managing not to laugh. "But most importantly, how are you feeling?" he asked, seeing the sadness in his best friend's eyes.

"I just wish I didn't feel this way, but at the same time I really don't, you know? Because Slash makes me feel all those incredible things and I don't want to go back to a life without them."

"Without him?" asked Izzy softly.

"Yeah" he said, a single tear running down his cheek.

And Duff's heart broke for his friend because he looked so miserable and broken and he instantly wished he could take his pain away.

And why was he friends with idiots? Because beside the fun and the games and the constant sexual tension between the two friends, Axl was obviously in love with Slash and Slash was obviously in love with Axl –he had confessed to him a few nights ago while drunk- but both of them where too stupid to see farther that their own noses and realize what was right in front of them.

As he shared a knowing look with Izzy from across the table he knew that they had to do something, and they had to do it fast because this whole situation wasn't bearable for anyone anymore, but he wasn't sure what yet, so in that moment he settled for pulling Axl in for a hug.

Idiots he thought. Just two idiots. And you know what's worse than two idiots? Two idiots in love. And you know what worse than two idiots in love?
Two idiots who refuse to acknowledge they are in love so they instead choose to torture themselves and everyone around them.

Fucking dickheads, ruining his breakfast.