Los Angeles, 1985. Guns N' Roses have finally found a rehearsal space of their own. All five members practically live in the garage off Sunset and Gardner - but only Axl and Slash are permanent residents. As the band works all hours to piece together the music that they dream will make them famous, the two guys spend more and more time in each other's company. But it's far from plain sailing, as long-held beliefs clash with strong feelings...

It starts as a simple threesome, but it's not what Slash and Axl really want. "I can read the embarrassment from his eyes and suddenly I'm sure. Fuck. He's getting of by the sound of my moans. He's sensing that I read it from his reaction, because he really looks away from me for a second, blushing even harder, but he's staring at me again in an instant."

The monsters are not under your bed, kid, they are everywhere.

They are having sex like two young men who adore each other but Axl is afraid, so afraid.... However, Slash is head over heels in love with his singer

It was just a shitty garage. That's all.

Slaxl short story.

Axl is a rock n roll bad boy. Slash is a pastel book nerd. They could never fall in love... right?

No copy-write infringement of any kind intended I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, Guns N' Roses, or any other Musicians I include in my writting It would be awesome to own the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise, considering it makes millions of dollars.... Basically, I was inspired a two am to describe a world were Captain Izzy Stradlin was a thing, and here I am. I think the title is fairly self explanatory. I suck at descriptions. Special thanks to my friend Papaya for help editing.

Hi everyone!! This is my first fanfic! I've written others but this will be my first out! Slaxl ship, going to be as realistic as possible, narrated by both Axl and Slash, still a ship but on the slower side, lots of testing things out, era is during the release of Appetite and just the limelight of it

When Axl woke up he was immediately greeted by his husband's sleeping face and really he could melt at the sight, because Slash looked adorable, curls messily sticking at every direction, mouth half open, soft snores escaping every few seconds. What the fuck, Axl thought when he woke up, for real this time. What was wrong with him? *Very original title I know **Slaxl, obviously ***Heavily mentions Axl Rose's dick, possible smut