Across The Universe-Slaxl Oneshots

I'm not jealous (And other lies)-SLAXL. PART 1

A/N:Wow so after 50000 years I return to this book. This is a little different than what I'd usually like for these two. I hope at least one person likes it 🤣 feel free to tell me what you think.

Slash wouldn't describe himself as a jealous person.

A chill one? Definitely. A cool one? Absolutely. The most stunning babe that ever walked the face of the earth? Well, ok, he wouldn't go quite that far, but the fact of the matter was that Saul Hudson was not a jealous man. He trusted his partners wholly and sincerely and expected that same trust in return, and ever since they stopped dancing around their tension and admitted their feelings for each other, Axl had shown himself to be the faithful type. The singer had never been the type to indulge in meaningless flings with groupies after their shows anyway, his intimacy issues keeping him from getting that close to anyone he didn't have a real connection with, so no, Slash wasn't worried about him straying.

Or at least he really shouldn't have been, and he'd never been before, but Stephanie fucking Seymour had a way of making even the most confident man feel insecure.

It all started with a fucking music video, that was the worst part; Slash never liked music videos anyway, they were so commercial, so glossy and overproduced. It always felt like he was selling himself instead of showcasing his music, but November Rain was Axl's baby, his magnum opus, his Bohemian Rhapsody, the song he'd threatened to quit the business over if he couldn't get it to sound exactly how he wanted it, so of course Slash had to be supportive. He'd listened with open ears and an open mind as his boyfriend had laid out his vision for the music video, and sure it was a little melodramatic and operatic for the guitarists taste, but Axl had looked so happy that Slash had resigned himself to making an absolute ass of himself on MTV.

What he hadn't resigned himself to however, was some plastic, homewrecking usurper using the shoot as an excuse to press up on his man.

He'd been nothing but cordial at first, only knowing Stephanie in passing from parties in L.A and from seeing her in magazines, but his cool detachment over someone'd he'd initially viewed as just part of Axl's telenovela of a rock opera slowly morphed into sheer fucking hatred. It had started the second day of shooting in New Mexico, cast and crew packed into the church Axl had chosen for the most pivotal scenes of the music video, and Slash could confidently say everything was going reasonably well. Axl looked handsome as ever, even if Slash did find his pirate-themed attire more than a little ridiculous, and he'd even go so far as to say Stephanie looked pretty, even if he didn't really get why her dress was missing the front.

Everything was fine, until-

"You think we can redo that? Axl's face got blocked in the shot." Andy's voice is nails on a chalkboard at this point, and it's not even fair of Slash to want to deck him, because this isn't even his fault.

It's one fucking scene. The fucking kiss.

Having to watch your boyfriend kiss someone else, even if it's all an act is bad enough, but having to watch him do it multiple times because something somehow always goes wrong in the shot is something else entirely. Slash knows what Stephanie's doing; he'd have to be blind not to notice her somehow always blocking Axl with her veil, or tripping at the last minute, or bursting into "nervous" little giggles right after their lips touch.

This is the fifth time he's had to watch Axl kiss her, and while he's never even considered hitting a woman in his entire life, he's getting mighty close to asking Stephanie if she wants to take this outside and handle things with good old fashioned fisticuffs.

It's not very grown-up to throw fits. Slash knows that, as immature as he may be some time. Still, he feels the overwhelming urge to stamp his feet like a child watching someone else play with their favorite toy when Andy calls for the "bride and groom" to kiss again, and he can barely hold it together when Stephanie shoots him a look, before taking her place back on the altar, something smug and victorious that makes his stomach churn.