We've Got Fun and Games

Cornshucker

Brace yourselves, this is long.

I'm not sure why but for some reason I connect Axl with corn so I had to include this. Maybe it's because he himself has mentioned that he once dressed like a giant ear of corn or because the whole band has a saying about corn.

Anyways, enjoy.

She's a cornshucker, a real buttfucker.......

Slash was the first one to wake. He stretched out a bit -well as much as he could with Axl wrapped around his like a koala- and gazed lovingly at the smaller man.

He reached with his hand to brush some of his red locks off of his face and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.

Axl shifted a bit but didn't wake up, just hugged Slash tighter instead in his sleep.

Slash drifted to sleep for a bit more, lazily laying on the bed, in and out of light sleep as he patiently waited for Axl to wake up.

After a long while Axl's eyes finally fluttered open. He happily realized that there was a warm body next to him and he nuzzled his head against the crook of Slash's neck, placing a soft kiss on the skin there.

"Morning" he muttered voice hoarse from sleep.

"Morning" Slash replied, capturing his lips for the first time that day. "How are you feeling?"

"Better that I expected to be honest. I'm not too hangover and I don't feel like throwing up."

"Good, that's good."

"How about you?"

"I'm fine. I didn't drink as much as you anyway. Plus you have the capacity for alcohol of a small child" he teased.

"Not true" Axl objected, nuzzling further into Slash's neck and moved more on top of Slash so he was pressing against his abdomen.

Slash whimpered.

"What's wrong?" Axl asked worriedly.

"Nothing. You're just pressing on my bladder."

"And?"

"And I've been wanting to pee for the last two hours."

"Jesus Christ Slash, why didn't you go to the bathroom?"

"I didn't want you to wake up and find me gone" he explained sweetly.

Axl kissed him. "Thank you. That's sweet you idiot, but seriously get up before you piss all over me."

Slash run to the bathroom as Axl rolled on his back and smiled in content.

Slash quickly returned and got under the covers, laying on top of Axl, his fingers going up and down his pale torso examining the marks he had left there the previous nights.

Slash's hands felt suspiciously dry to Axl.

"Did you even wash your hands?" Axl asked.

"Nope."

"Eww, get off of me. That's fucking disgusting Slash" Axl exclaimed trying to push Slash off.

Slash remained unbothered on top of him.

"You don't mind licking my dick when it's hard but suddenly you're got a problem with my hands that touched it limp? It's not like I touched my pee or anything."

"Yeah and how would I know?"

"Do you usually touch your own piss?" Slash asked him, an incredulous expression of his face.