Written as an informal sequel to "The Less I Know the Better by appetiteformotley on rockfic.
The less he knows the better; that's what Izzy told himself about what went on between Axl and Duff. Even so he knew way too much. He saw the haphazard pattern of live bites on Axl's skin and it annoyed him. He heard Duff's moans and Axl's whoreish cries when they made love at night, he swears they're loud on purpose. Axl's told him all about how nice Duff's cock is, he knows that they trade off who tops and who bottoms. He wonders though, Dies Axl still wake up screaming from nightmares sometimes? Does Duff know they're about his childhood? Does he comfort Axl? Was he careful during Axl's first time? Making sure to be gentle and slow, ever conscious of what Axl had been through before in terms of unwanted sex? If it had been him instead of Duff that took Axl's virginity he would have made sure everything was perfect. But Axl hadn't wanted him; he'd wanted Duff.
But after they hire their new guitarist, Slash, izzy finds that he cares less and less every day what goes on between Axl and Duff. It was Duff who brought the kid in actually, him and his blonde drummer friend Steven had taken the place of Rob and Tracey last minute, just a few days before they left on this ill fated "tour" in Seattle. They'd only made it in time to play one show after a series of mishaps but they honestly couldn't be happier and they had bonded as a band and somewhere in the middle of it all Izzy had found himself living to see the curly haired guitarist smile. "He's fucking beautiful," Izzy thought, all dark hair and dark eyes and a talent that blew them all away.
The first time they kissed was the night before they started the trip home; one of Duff's friends was going to drive them home and they were leaving early in the morning. The others were all sleeping but Izzy was restless and was sitting in the porch swing smoking a cigarette when Slash walked outside with the same idea in mind. "Can't sleep either?" Izzy asked, exhaling a cloud of smoke and moving over for Slash to sit down.
"No, we're traveling in the morning, I'm always keyed up the night before a trip, used to drive my mom crazy when I was a kid," he says, smiling. He leans in for Izzy to light his cigarette and Izzy notices how long and thick his eyelashes are, pretty, lashes girls would be jealous of.
"Is there anything about this kid that's not totally beautiful?" Izzy wonders. He's found himself thinking about the beautiful boy more and more on this trip and it feels so good, makes him feel free to not be thinking of Axl for a change. "You gonna stay in the band?" Izzy asks.
"I'd like to, I'm not sure Axl wants me to though, he keeps glaring at me every time you speak to me, what's up with that? I thought he and Duff were together?" Slash replies.
"They are. Axl and I haven't been more than friends since we were 14 but he thinks he owns me. Don't worry about him and just so you know I don't belong to him in any way," Izzy tells Slash.
The kid smiles and Izzy feels his heart skip a beat. "Do you want me to stay in the band when we get home?" Slash asks earnestly.
"I think you're amazing and anybody that didn't snatch you up and hold on tight to you would be a fool," Izzy replies, throwing his cigarette butt to the ground and moving to pull Slash into a gentle, but firm kiss, a claiming kiss, a kiss that says "Axl's dirty looks be damned I want you, I want you to call my own.
Slash gasps quietly and then melts into Izzy's arms. The kiss is everything he's been daydreaming about since they left LA and he's absolutely lost in the moment. When Izzy pulls away Slash clings to him "Please," he whispers "don't stop." So Izzy doesn't stop, the kiss grows and soon Slash finds himself straddling Izzy's lap and whimpering into his mouth as Izzy's hands roam under his t-shirt, stroking over his lean chest and stomach, around to his back, and then back around to pinch and tease his nipples which causes Slash to jump and let out a low cry.
Izzy grins, loving that he's pulling those exquisite, excited, sounds out of the beautiful boy in his lap. Slash's hands are gripping Izzy's button up shirt tight in his fists but as he relaxes he lets go and let's his hands explore as well and Izzy groans quietly as he feels Slash's hands glide over his chest and then up into his hair. He pinches Slash's right nipple between his thumb and index finger and pulls lightly and the kid's hips buck, grinding down into Izzy's and they both let out, surprised, pleasured, sounds.
Izzy quickly moves his hands to Slash's hips and pulls him forward and down while he grinds his own hips up so that their crotches come together again in a sinuous, slow, grind. He moves his kisses down the column of Slash's throat, nipping the skin at the base, in the soft spot between the kids collar bone and his throat, just where he can feel his pulse beneath the skin. The kid lets out a throaty "oh!" and Izzy sucks softly on that spot, drawing harder when he feels Slash pull his hair gently, biting and then soothing the bite with soft licks and kisses that turn the younger boy into a panting, squirming, mess.
Izzy can't be sure but it feels like, through two layers of denim anyway, that Slash is hung, like for real big. He reaches for the button of the kids jeans and Slash puts forth no objection. He snakes his hand down into Slash's boxers and whispers "oh holy shit!" When he feels the length and girth of the cock he has in his hand. Slash just groans as Izzy wraps his hand around the shaft and starts to stroke. Slash quickly wriggles out of his t-shirt, knowing that it won't take much of Izzy's stroking to push him over the edge.
The quiet sounds pouring out of Slash's lips are music to Izzy's ears and he continues to stroke the younger man's cock, swirling his thumb over the head and smearing the copious drops of precum into the skin. Slash whines and thrusts eagerly into Izzy's hand. "You're so big baby," Izzy whispers. Slash just grins and blushes. "He's got to be every bit of 10 inches!" Izzy thinks.
Izzy smiles and moves his lips to the left side of Slash's neck sucking a love bite to match the one he made on the other side. He speeds up his strokes a little and Slash whimpers and gasps out "Izzy I'm gonna cum!"
"Mmm yeah, cum for me beautiful boy!" Izzy encourages and Slash does, letting out a long, low, moan and coming long and hard, thick, white ropes coating his chest and stomach, his hand gripping Izzy's shoulders so hard his knuckles turn white. Izzy strokes him until the twitches in Slash's belly become aftershocks and his cock begins to soften. "Did that feel good gorgeous?" Izzy asks.
"So good," Slash replies weakly and Izzy pulls him in for another gentle kiss. Slash cleans himself off with his t-shirt and surprises Izzy by climbing off of his lap and falling to his knees in front of him. Slash makes short work of his belt and before Izzy can even process what's happening Slash has swallowed his hard, dripping, cock.
Izzy's hands clench in Slash's curls, not pulling, just gently guiding him as Slash bobs his head up and down. The kids full lips feel so soft and warm and Slash is doing things with his tongue that should be illegal they feel so good! "Oh holy shit kid! Who taught you how to suck dick? I need to thank them! Oh my god" he yelps and instinctively thrusts up into Slash's mouth. The boy gags and he puts his hands firmly on Izzy's hips to hold him in place. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to choke you," Izzy whimpers.
"Mmm Slash hums around Izzy's long, smooth, cock. His eyes meet Izzy's and they sparkle with impish glee as he relaxes his throat and takes Izzy to the base; his nose nuzzling the black, fuzzy hairs around the root. Izzy's eyes go wide and he's lost when Slash sides up and then all the way down again, cumming before he realizes that he's even ready when he feels Slash's throat constrict around him.
"Oh Slash! Oh fuck!" he cries out and Slash responds with a satisfied hum around Izzy's spasming cock. Izzy watches as the kid swallows every drop of his cum; finally pulling away when Izzy's dick goes limp, placing a small kiss 💋 n the head before tucking him back in his pants. "Slash that was one of the best fucking blow jobs I've ever had! Where did you learn to do that?" Izzy asked
"I don't know, around," Slash replies, his cheeks turning pink as he blushes. "Knowing how to give a good blow job comes in handy sometimes in Hollywood," he says with a coy little grin.
"I bet it does," Izzy laughs. "I'm certainly going to make use of your skills from now on! Do you want to cuddle up with me in that huge recliner in the family room? Watch some TV, maybe sleep a little?"
"That sounds great Izzy," Slash says and follows Izzy when he takes his hand and leads him inside to the family room. They cuddle up under a quilt and turn on the Tonight show. They both quickly drift into sleep snuggled into each other's arms, the first of thousands of nights spent like this, already well on their way to falling in love. The next morning they can't keep their hands off each other, all lingering touches and soft kisses which surprises the others to say the least.
Duff teases them but looks genuinely happy that his two friends are together. Steven just grins and claps Slash on the shoulder saying "I knew I saw you staring at his ass every time you had the chance this week! Does this mean no more sharing groupies now?"
"Sorry Stevie, no groupies for me now, but that's more tits for you!" Slash answers and slides his arm around Izzy's waist.
The only one not smiling was Axl. Duff pulls the red head down onto his lap and gives him a kiss saying "Good morning Rosie." Axl smiles and kisses back but they can all tell he's distracted. He scowls at the two brunettes who are too busy kissing and cuddling on the other side of the table to notice.
"Hey, get a room if you're gonna be all over each other, we're trying to eat!" He says in a joking voice but Izzy can read the deadly serious look in his eyes.
"This from the man who was playing grab ass with Duff in the pool two days ago while we were all there," Izzy muses. "I'll get us some coffee baby doll," Izzy says to his new lover and walks across the room to pour two cups of coffee from the pot on the counter. When he passes Axl he leans over and whispers "down killer, do you need to take a walk big guy?" He watches Axl's jaw clench but he doesn't say anything, he just glares daggers at Izzy across the table; infuriated to hear his own words thrown back at him. Izzy didn't care though; Axl needed to be taken down a peg and understand that Izzy wasn't his property and that his heart wasn't a toy for Axl to play with or torment. He had put Izzy aside and had wanted to be with Duff who seemed to genuinely love Axl and Izzy was moving on, he had a right to be happy too.
He and Slash were happy too and only got happier. They fell absolutely head over heels for each other. Duff teased them about finding their Prince Charmings; he sighed happily and told Axl that Slash and Izzy seemed to have the perfect fairy tale romance at least once a week, something Izzy found hilarious since he once had thought the same about Duff and Axl.
"It's my fairy tale for sure and I wouldn't trade my Prince Charming for anything! My prince with a guitar!" Izzy always said when he would over hear Duff's comments. While Duff and Axl seemed happy enough Axl was always worried about keeping their relationship a secret from the press, it was the price they paid for album sales. Izzy and Slash kept their own relationship under wraps as well; they just didn't stress over it the way Axl did, although as the front man and a known loud mouth and trouble maker Axl was always the one in the headlines.
Izzy no longer wondered if Axl's first time was gentle and special and he no longer fantasized about him. He made sure that Slash's first time was gentle, and loving, and that the kid got off, absolutely untouched, three times in an hour before he let himself give in to the incredible feeling of Slash's tight little ass clamped down around his cock. He was so warm and tight and his eyes looked up at Izzy with so much love and adoration and desire that he could have drowned in them. He no longer looked at Duff and Axl and thought "The less I know the better." He just hoped they were happy. Everything that meant anything was sleeping in his arms as he watched the other two chatting at the table on the other side of the hotel room. Slash was his world and he wanted to know everything there was to know about his Prince Charming with a guitar. He no longer had time to dwell on the past or be jealous or notice the sloppy pattern of love bites on Axl's neck; not when he was busy making sure that the marks he left on Slash were strategically placed so that his hair or shirt hid them when necessary but if Slash wanted them to be seen they were there and very clearly said "property of Izzy Stradlin." He didn't even care that Axl was annoyed to no longer be the center of Izzy's attention unless he got snappy and took his irritation out on Slash; then Izzy delighted in butting in and saying "Hey, Axl, knock it off, go take a walk big guy!" Axl would tell Izzy to fuck off but he would back off of the kid. All Izzy cared about was making his beautiful, dark-eyed boyfriend smile. All he wanted to do was spend hours holding him and making love. The past no longer mattered. All that mattered was here and now and the future he and his Prince Charming with a guitar made together. For him Izzy would make sure that every day was a fairy tale come true. As for Axl- well, the less Axl knew the better.