Guns N Roses One-Shots (vv gay)

Baby, You Ready To Play? (Axl/Slash)SMUT

A/N

(This was from a long time ago, never finished, enjoy bitches)

Okay I actually just watched the Beautiful Dangerous music video? SHHH I'M NOT A FAKE FANNNN I just personally don't like watching music videos but Red showed me a hot clip from it I thought 'fuck it' and watch.

HOLY FUCK IT'S SO HOT?!?!?

So I thought, hmm, why not make a oneshot but replace Fergie with Axl hummm??? 

Guns N Rose's dont exist in this drabble. Slash and Axl dont know each other and Slash is just doing his solo thing;)

~Munky

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It was perfect. All too perfect. His plan fell together oh so nicely, he couldn't help but laugh. It was all so stupidly perfect. Slash was all so stupidly perfect.

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Axl Rose waited in line at the store, magazine in one hand and a Redbull in the other. Shades hid his stalking green eye's, dimming the world around him. His thin lips curled into a smile as he sipped the energy drink, looking around at all the people around him.

"Sir, how may I help you?" 

Axl snapped out of his daze of reading people, studying the store clerks apperince for a moment. 

Judging by the dent on his ring finger, he must've gotten in a divorce recently. His chewed nails and bitten lips indicated he was stressed. There was a hicky on the man's neck, faint, but recent. There was a lipstick stain on the corner of his left sleeve he tried to wash away, but failed. Axl peered curiously into the man's eyes from behind his tinted glasses.

"S-Sir, how may I help you?" The man stuttered, shuffling from foot to foot behind the counter, fully aware Axl was staring at him, picking and pulling, trying to find out his story just from appearance.

Without a word, Axl tossed the magazine onto the counter and scrounged around in his pockets for a $10 bill, handing it to the man.

The clerk studied the magazine for a second, loosening up and grinning.

"You a big Slash fan?" He asked, scanning the Guitar World magazine with Slash on the cover, reaching into the cash register to give Axl change. The redheaded man shrugged.

"I guess."

"Yeah, he's pretty cool." The store guy grinned, setting the magazine gently in the bag and handing it to Axl. "Have a nice day, sir."

"Oh, I will." Axl smiled slightly behind his shades, grabbing the bag and briskly walking out of the store.

He walked a couple blocks to his apartment, pausing to pick up a newspaper with a small picture of Slash on it. He smiled, something else to add to his collection.

Axl stumbled into his apartment, shoving the magazine and newspaper under his arm as he fiddled with the keys, finally unlocking the door. He looked around, making sure no one was around, then slipped into the room, locking the door behind him.

He threw the items on his bed and dropped his leather jacket onto the floor, sighing and walking over to his stereo, opening the case to a Slash CD and setting it on the CD player, closing it and pressing play.

'Jizz da pit' started playing, blasting through the speakers and filling the little apartment. Axl grinned, swaying his hips innocently to the beat and kicking off his shoes. 

He hopped on his bed after snatching a pair of scissors off his desk, humming to himself and grabbing the magazine, flipping through the pages and cutting out pictures of Slash.