Imagines/oneshots Book 1

115. Duff Mckagan* - benefits of boredom

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I'm problematic and horny on main again fellas but what else is new

* - smut af 😜

Song: for the love (of music) by Neverland
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I laid on my stomach on my bed and doodled. It had been a rough week for all of us, and though the guys were still trying to work hard it was time for a break. As my pencil snapped against the paper I heard a knock at my door.

"Yeah?"

I called. When I looked up I saw Duff popping his head in.

"You busy?"

I shook my head no and turned my attention back down to my drawing, having to resharpen my pencil again. I heard him step further in and shut the door.

"What's up Duff?"

I looked up long enough to see him shrug.

"I was wondering if I could hideout in here with you. Slash just left, Steven is sleeping, and Izzy and Axl are at it again about the new song."

I turned my body to look up at his tall figure standing directly in front of me.

"Yeah I don't care, I'm just doodling."

I looked back down at my sketch book.

"Trying to come up with ideas for the 45 center. That is if any of you can figure out what you're actually putting out yet."

I leaned over and nudged his leg with my elbow after he sat down next to me on the edge of the bed. He just huffed and slammed his body back into it.

"We all have different ideas and so does the label. Im just worried we're gonna kill each other before this album is even finished."

He sat up before turning and crawling up the bed, laying horizontal to me and resting his head in the crook of my back. I looked back at him.

"I'm sure it'll be fine, you guys have gotten through stuff like this before."

"Just pray for us."

I hummed and returned to my drawings, looking in the mirror ahead of me every once in a while to check on him laying behind me. After a while I could hear his breathing steady and his light snores, knowing he had fallen asleep. I decided at that point that he was the perfect model for my boredom doodles. But I could only see part of his upper body in the mirror, choosing to draw it anyways. That is until he rolled over, shocking me as he grabbed my leg like a stuffed bear, head completely on my left ass cheek. I laughed a little to myself at first, being careful to not wake him, going back to random doodles. Namely trying to draw his tangled mess of a head from memory, still only being able to see part of him in the mirror. After about an hour or so I heard him hum lowly to himself.

"Have a good nap?"

I asked gently. His grip on my leg got a little tighter.

"Ten more minutes."

I laughed.

"That ten minutes gonna continue to be slept on my butt?"

I looked back at him as he rolled over onto his stomach and looked across my butt and then up to look at me. He offered a sleepy smile, scratched the back of his head, and slammed his forehead into my hip.

"Maybe, you have a comfy ass."

He mumbled into my side. I just shook my head and returned to the new drawing I had restarted for the third time.

"Whatever."

I looked back at him when I felt him move again. He was still on his stomach but now his whole head was on my ass again and his hand was placed softly on the back of my thigh. It was kinda weird but I could feel him slowly move his thumb across it, almost like you do to someone's hand when you try to comfort them.