axlsyndrome

Going around some of the more touristy destinations they got guides to visit some of the places. You were supposed to be with them for a week, just traveling by bus because you were in your third trimester and huge.

You’d expected a certain level of decadence from them, but they kept it away from you, wouldn’t even smoke in the bus if you were there, they’d wait for a rest stop.

They asked about you, your family and such; you found out your ex’s true colours too late, but you’d always wanted a kids, even if that meant doing it on your own.

Steven was especially fascinated by this, and it wasn’t the first time you’d caught him staring at you. He didn’t stare in a perverted way, it didn’t feel perverted, he was always smiling and asking how you were doing, if your feet hurt, offered to hold your baby bump to help with gravity.

He sat across from you on the shuttle, your body had been killing you so todays tour was mostly seated in the bus, the band all had hangovers anyway. Now they were all looking over some mountain while you sat inside, and Steven had offered to stay with you.

You rubbed your aching chest, hoping to sooth the pain, but it grew. You’d have to pump soon, preemptively you began looking for it in your bag. “What do you need?” Steven spoke, come to sit next to you in a hurry. He lifted the bag off the ground so it was easier to dig through.

“I need to pump.” You said, pulling out the small machine. Steven stared at it as you pulled it out.

He snatched the thing from you before speaking. “Can I try?” He asked, looking at you more seriously now, smile finally gone. You blinked, completely lost.

“Can you try?” You asked.

Steven shoved the machine back into your bag and turned to you. You knew it was just a matter of time before one of them tried to make a move on you, you hadn’t expected it to come like this though, with Steven lifting your shirt up.

He laid back, comfortably half in your lap. Instinctively, you cradled his head in your hand. He reached behind you to unclip your bra and pushed it aside, freeing your breasts which he leered at with stars in his eyes. He cupped one in his hand and took your nipple into his mouth.

You stared at him with wide eyes, shaking slightly as he suckled from you. He just looked so calm and at peace, massaging your breast and squeezing the milk into his mouth. He was careful with his teeth, making sure not to bite you.

You cradled him in your arm, smiling softly down at him. Your free hand trailed down his body, finding the bulge in his jeans and rubbing him through the thickness of the denim. “Is that good?” You asked, he just nodded, eyes fluttering shut.

His hips bucked up into your hand, you took it as an invitation to do more. You unbuckled his belt and opened the fly of his jeans, he lifted his hips to help you pushed them down, at least enough for you to get his dick out.

Steven groaned against you, taking more of your tit into his mouth. He looked up with a desperate glint in his eyes, cock twitching against the palm of your hand. You wrapped your fingers around him, starting to stroke him slow and firm. “Let mommy take care of you.” You purred, watching his eyes roll back at the stimulation.

Steven whined, lips momentarily coming off of you, milk dribbling into his mouth still. You just lifted his head a little and pushed your tit back into his mouth. “Come on now, this shit hurts.” You let out a small laugh, massaging your other tender breast. You froze when milk shot out and hit the seat in front of you.

Both of your attention went to the now wet spot on that chair, Steven’s mind was running wild with ideas.

He grinned and reached for your chest, squeezing it again. “Steven-“ you tried to stop him, but milk shot out again.

“It’s helping, though, isn’t it?” He asked, voice tinged with desperation. Reluctantly you nodded, already feeling the tension dull, replaced with new concerns.

Steven’s hips bucked into your hand, getting himself off while milking you. He moaned and whined, balls tightening. “Fuck, Stevie,” you mumbled, his lip slipping between his teeth, he was so close just watching you, “cum for me, cum for mommy.”

A high whine left him before strings of cum shot from his tip, casting a long white splatter to land over his shirt. He laid there, dick pulsing in your hand, body twitching. He gripped your chest tightly, milk dribbling from your nipple. He looked up at you, lidded eyes and all. “Can-can I keep going?” He asked while you tucked him back into his pants. You nodded and held him tighter.

It was calming, really, it lulled you to sleep even. When you woke up again the bus was moving, and you had another guest with you. Slash eagerly sucking on your other tit.

LYRICS:

They won't tell me what my daddy did My family says I had nightmares 'bout it most time I was a kid They tried to deny he could ever exist His brother called a short while ago Just to tell me he was dead No e' never amounted to much, Probably into stolen goods Though they say they got his killer They still ain't found his body But they'll give a call if someone should Maybe it's best if no one would I grew up gettin' beat as a child Brainwashed in a fanatical religion Spend my life outrunning' those memories Now it looks as if they're catchin' up with me I can't seem to do nothin' right Some days I can barely function My friends are growin' tired + they can't understand They're sick of my appetite for destruction Everyday with my woman brings it all back to me And it just it just won't come to an end This journey of a 1000 steps has lasted 27 years I never know when it'll happen again Ooh I'm torn apart inside You're gonna have to use imagination No one's ever wanted me to have a sense of pride

MARGINS

It was sweet, really. The way you met them. You were in the McDonalds line, behind a group of five men. You were barely paying attention to them when you heard the employee say, “I’m sorry, this card isn’t working. You’ll have to pay another way.” The ginger sighed and said, “We don’t have another way, just forget it.”

You felt for them, you’ve been in their position before, not being able to eat in order to pay rent. They headed out and when it was your turn to order, you told the employee to add their order to yours, and you paid for their entire order, including milkshakes.

You walked to where they were sitting and smoking, setting their entire meal on the table and walking in the opposite direction. Immediately, they ripped into the bag and started inhaling their burgers. 

You sat down and ate your burger and minded your own business. The skinny dark haired one came to your table and sat down. “Thank you,” he paused. “Y/N. I’m Y/N.” 

“Thank you, Y/N. We haven’t eaten in days.” All of a sudden, they all came over. A short blonde sat next to you, a big smile on his face. He hugged you from the side and said his thanks. They all started thanking you, you smiled at them and told them, “I’ve been in your situation before. There was one time, I only ate bread for a week. Had to pay rent.”

The ginger spoke up and said, “Yeah, us too. Except we don’t have rent to pay, nowhere to stay.”

You perked your head up and instinctively said, “You can stay with me, for a few days. I have a spare bedroom.”

“Yeah?” The one with the curly hair said. “That would be great.” 

“First, I'll need to know your names. I’m Y/N, I’m 23.” 

Ginger spoke up, “I’m Axl,” he pointed to the man who thanked you, “That’s Izzy.” Curls spoke up, “Slash, Steven, and Duff,” he said, pointing at the other two. “We’re starting a band, Guns N’ Roses.” 

You nodded and told them, “I’m a claims associate at an insurance company.” 

You finished your burger and quickly shuffled out of the McDonalds. Thankfully, you still had your moms old Ford Bronco that could accommodate the five boys. You squeezed into the old car and headed home.

You walked in and showed them around, “Lastly, the spare. It’s a queen bed, so two of you can fit on it. The couch pulls out to a full size bed, and I have a chair in my room. Pick wherever you want.” 

They all started arguing about who would sleep where, while you went to go change into your pajamas, a shirt and shorts. 

You heard a soft knock on the bedroom door, and in walked Izzy, smiling at you. “I’m guessing you got the short straw.” 

You searched your closet for the last of your ex-boyfriends things and found some old clothes of his. You called out for them to come to your room, distributing the clothes.

“We’re minus one, Duff’s already asleep in the spare bedroom,” Slash said. You showed them the bathroom and left them to get changed. You sat in the living room, watching Miami Vice, when a mass sat next to you on the couch. 

“Thank you for this, seriously.” Steven said, “we’ve been sleeping on friend’s couches, freeloading.” 

“It’s no biggie, forreal.”

If only you knew what it would have entailed. 

Six months later, the boys were still living with you. None of them paying rent, none of them buying food for the house.

You were getting fed up with their behavior. The other night, you came home from work and had a girl in your house. Did they tell you another girl would be there? No. But they saw it as their house too, and thought they could do whatever they pleased.

Today, you had a shitty ass day. Coworkers being rude, clients calling all day, boss breathing down your neck. All you wanted was tequila. You came home to a hot mess. Empty beer bottles all over the living room, dirty dishes in the sink. 

Axl noticed your presence from the spare bedroom and came out in his boxers, holding a beer in his hand, his face shiny. 

“Ax, you have beer all over your face.”

He smirked, “Oh, that’s not beer, honey.” 

You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs. You stormed into the spare bedroom, seeing Slash with two girls on either side of him. “Get these sluts out of my house, now.” 

Axl came up behind you, “Woah, no need to be hostile. We’re just having some fun.” 

“Get. Them. Out. Now.” 

“Relax, lady. It’s not a big deal,” the bleach blonde said. You whipped your head around and walked up to her naked body, “Get the fuck out of my house!” you screamed in her face. 

She got up out of the bed, grabbing her friend, scrambling to find their clothes. As they walked out, the red head said, “Crazy bitch,” 

Slash had eventually got up out of the bed, white powder under his nose, putting his boxers back on. 

“Jesus, Y/N, what’s your issue,” Axl said. You were well into the living room now before you turned to face him. 

“My issue? What’s my issue? My issue is that you have two dollar whores filtering in and out of my home like clockwork!” At this point, all of them had heard you yelling. 

“You don’t wash a damn dish. You don’t buy an ounce of food. You don’t clean up after your goddamn selves. You drink my beer. You eat my food. I do your laundry. I pay the rent! What do you guys do all day, besides fuck bitches in my house and freeload?!”

“Tell us how you really feel, spitfire.” 

“Shut up, you ginger cunt!”

“Speaking of, when was the last time you had a dick in your cunt, Y/N? Because you are really uptight and wound up. All you need is a good dick down, and maybe you wouldn’t be such a bitch all the damn time! Complaining about this, bitch and moan about that. Seriously, when does it end?” 

You looked around the room to see not one of them meet your gaze, silently telling you they agreed with him. 

“Since I’m such a fucking complainer and such a bitch, why don’t you pack all your shit, which is nothing, by the way, and get the fuck out of my house.”

They had all looked up by now, begging not to leave. Duff came up to you and lightly grabbed your arm, which you had pulled away from his grip. “No, don’t fucking touch me. Get the fuck out, all of you.” 

“Can we at least help you clean?” Steven asked, smiling in your direction. “No, I want you all out. Now.” 

Axl scoffed and turned on his heel, heading to his and Slash’s shared bedroom. They all went to their respective rooms and grabbed their stuff. 

Izzy was the last one out, he embraced you and said, “Thank you, for everything. Sorry he’s such a dick.”

Once the door was closed, you grabbed a trash bag and cleaned your entire apartment. You headed into the spare bedroom, finding baggies of white powder and more empty beer bottles. 

Four months after everything went down, you found yourself at McDonalds. You ordered your burger with fries and sat down at a table, ready to eat. 

Unfortunately, someone sat across from you. “I thought that was you, Y/N.”

“Hello, Duff. You have money this time?” 

He laughed and said, “Actually, yeah. I do. We made it, Y/N.” 

You looked at him in confusion and he explained, “We made it big, we’re playing at the Troubadour tonight, I’d love for you to come.” 

You scoffed and said, “The ginger bitch gonna be there?”

“Yeah, I mean he is our singer.” 

“Then no.”

“Come on, we all miss you. Please come.”

You stood up, keys in hand, trash in the other. “I’ll think about it, Duffy.” 

You walked away, ready to go back home and lay in your bed. 

You thought about it, long and hard. Should you go? What if they didn’t want to see you? You mentally said fuck it and got ready to go to the show.

You wore a black t-shirt and jeans with your Vans. You headed out toward the venue in your red Bronco. When you made it there, you heard, “Hey! I know that red Bronco from anywhere!” Steven. Sweet Steven. You turned in the direction of his voice and saw him coming over to you. 

He side hugged you, the same way he did when you two met. He walked toward the talent entrance with his arm still wrapped around you. You parted ways when you saw the ginger cunt with his tongue down some skank’s throat, “Excuse me, I have to go vomit.”

You were there quite early, so you were in the second row from the stage. The lights went dark and out came Axl. You caught his eye and he stared at you for a good second. You flipped him the bird and mouthed, “ginger cunt.” His smile faded, making you a tad upset. 

Amongst the rest of them, Duff saw you first. He got Izzy’s attention and pointed you out. Slash caught on and gasped when he saw you. They all waved and you waved back. 

Axl greeted the crowd and said, “I know this isn’t what you’re used to, especially from me, but there’s a very special woman we hold very close to our hearts in the crowd tonight. She housed us, fed us, and took very good care of us before we were Guns N’ fuckin’ Roses. That being said, this whole set is for you, Y/N. We love you and we never forgot about you.” he flipped you off and started singing.

After the show, you were sat at a booth, sipping a Shirley Temple. A warm body scooted in close to you, Slash. 

“You didn’t tell us you were coming!” He exclaimed, hugging you, his sweaty body rubbing up against yours. “Duff ultimately convinced me.” 

Duff slid in the booth opposite you and Slash, Izzy showing up as well, next to Slash. Steven then appeared out of nowhere. 

You took notice of one member’s absence. “Where’s the ginger bitch?”

“Backstage, arguing with his girlfriend.” 

Hm. Girlfriend. For some reason, that didn’t sit right with you. “He has a girlfriend?” 

“Mhm, looks like you, kinda.” Izzy said. “Pfft, sure she does.”

Slash laughed in your ears, “No, he’s not lying. She really does.” 

Huh, Axl, with a girlfriend. Axl being monogamous, sure. Izzy and Slash left to go get drinks, while Steven went to the bathroom. 

“You know, Y/N, he really wasn’t the same after you kicked us out. We all blamed him for it, but it really was all of us. You didn’t deserve that. We’re sorry.” 

“It’s okay, Duff. To be honest, I missed the company.”

Everyone had returned to the table by now, Axl included. “So, Y/N. How’s life? Miss us?” Axl asked you. “Yeah, not really. However, did get some dick though.” 

They all gasped, shouting all at once,

“Who?!”

“When?!”

“Where?!”

“Okay! Okay! Calm down. I’ll tell you! It was at a house party like two weeks after you left. I was with a friend and her boyfriend had a friend, you might know him actually, Kelly Nickels,” you smirked, already knowing they knew him.

You looked at the group, mouths gaping. Axl looked pissed as all hell, “You slept with Kelly?” 

You nodded, smiling in his general direction. At this point, you felt like you had been left out of something. The rest of them went quiet, not saying a word. “What’s wrong with Kelly?” you questioned. 

“Nothing, nothing. It’s just that he told me last week about a shit lay he had at a party a few months ago, that’s all. It couldn't have been you, right, sweetheart?” Axl said, smirking back at you, taking a big sip of beer and a long drag from Slash’s cigarette. You looked across the table to see Duff’s jaw hanging wide, Izzy shaking his head at Axl. 

“You know, Axl, this is why I kicked you out in the first place. Always running your damn mouth,” you clapped back.

He chuckled and replied, “Yeah, same mouth you let lick your cunt seven months ago.” 

Everyone was flabbergasted. Not a word said. Not a breath inhaled. “Move, Saul.” He immediately got out of the booth, downing your beer and grabbing your keys. 

You were halfway out the door when you heard, “Oh, by the way, Y/N,” the ginger caught your attention, “This is for you. We saved everything from our shows,” he handed you a wad of cash. 

“I don’t want it, especially if it's coming from you,” you frowned, throwing the money at him and continuing to leave.

When you closed your car door, you laid your head on the steering wheel, letting the tears fall. You both promised you wouldn’t mention the night from seven months ago. You drove home, tears altering your sight. 

Surprisingly, you made it home safely. You promptly got in the shower and washed the night away. Climbing into bed, you remembered the rendezvous between you and Axl. 

“Oh, God! Fuck!” You gripped Axl’s fiery hair in between your fingers, pushing his head closer and closer to your pussy. 

“Don’t gotta push me in, baby, I ain’t goin’ nowhere. God, give me your pussy,” he licked the inside of your thigh before nuzzling back into your cunt. His nose nudged your clit, sending you into orbit. He moved his hands up your body, sliding under your shirt and pulling on your belly ring. He skimmed his hands up to your breasts and lightly pinched both of your nipples, the gesture making your back arch. 

“Ax, fuck. I- I-”

“I know, honey, I know, cum for me.” 

You felt white hot pleasure course through your bed, legs shaking. He cleaned you up, resting his head on your thigh. You motioned for him to come lay next to you. He shook his head no, saying “I should go to the studio, they’re gonna wonder where I am.”

You nodded, upset at the lack of affectionate contact. “By the way, they don’t need to know about this. Don’t tell anyone.” 

You laid in bed, waiting for sleep to take you, while you replayed the moment over and over again in your mind. 

You woke in the morning to loud raps against your bedroom door. “Y/N, it’s Steven.”

Of course they sent Steven. You reluctantly got out of bed, opening your bedroom door and seeing Popcorn smiling at you. “Hi!” 

“Hello, Steven. So they sent you to be the messenger?” you said, walking out of the bedroom toward the kitchen. “Hungry, Stevie? I have eggs, sausage, and frozen waffles.” 

He shook his head, declining the offer. You two sat in silence, him watching you cook breakfast, like you did many months ago. 

He tried making small talk, “So, you and Axl, huh?”

“Yeah, don’t know what was wrong with me.”

“Nothing, Y/N/N. There’s nothing wrong with you. You were horny and he was there.” 

“No, Steven. It was more than that. Before he ate me out, he was so gentle. Telling me that I was more than one of those “groupie sluts,” but after, he got up and left without even a kiss. Just got up and left, and I still felt care towards him.”

He sighed and reached into his pocket, pulling out the same stack of hundreds. “He wasn’t lying, we had all the intentions of giving you every single penny we made from the shows. He felt so guilty after we left. He wanted to see you again, but then Simone came into his life, taking his mind off of you. He loves you, Y/N” 

You scoffed and shook your head, “No, he doesn’t. He loved the idea of a girl he didn’t have to chase. A girl who gave it up easily, because he charmed her with his personality and his hair” 

“Please, Y/N. You should’ve seen him after you left last night”

“Fuck, man! Why did I say that! I shouldn’t have said anything.” Axl gripped onto Izzy’s leather jacket. Axl stomped backstage, ready to wreak havoc on anything or anyone who got in his way.

“What the fuck just happened? Y/N and Axl?” Slash said, jaw still wide open. 

Backstage, Axl was throwing shit around in his dressing room. Simone, walking out of the bathroom after a shower. “What’s wrong, baby?” she asked him. He turned to her, darkness flooding his eyes. “Get. Out.” 

She took his words seriously and left the dressing room promptly. Axl looked at the picture of the six of you on his mirror. The photo he brought to every show, in hopes he would see you again. 

Axl drank. And drank. And drank. Until he could forget about what happened tonight. He grabbed the picture from the mirror and held it to his heart. 

Axl stumbled out of his dressing room, shuffled down the hallway to the street, called a cab, and went to the hotel. 

The rest of the boys were left to fend for themselves without their frontman. They had never seen Axl this reckless. His clothes were ripped from their hangers, the mirror smashed, four empty bottles of Jack, two of them smashed into pieces. There was a hole in the wall behind the door from how forcefully he thrashed the door open. 

You had just got back from tanning outside with your michelada when there was intense knocking at your door. “Okay, okay! I’m coming!” 

You opened the door widely to see Axl, eyes bloodshot with red cheeks. “Oh, it’s you.” You made a face and went to close the door, but Axl put his foot on the door jamb. “Please, I want to talk to you.” 

You opened the door and let him in, offering a beer. He declined, stating, “Nah, I’ve drank enough in the past twenty four hours to last ten years.”

You both sat on opposite ends of the couch, waiting for either of you to speak first. You looked at him, indicating you were ready to hear him talk.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N/N. I shouldn’t have said anything about our sexy night together,” you laughed at his expressions, scooching closer and closer to him. “I was just jealous about you and Kelly, and when I get jealous I can’t control what comes out of my mouth.”

You were sat next to him when you placed a delicate hand on the back of his head, lightly playing with his hair. 

“I broke up with Simone, because I want you. I love you, Y/N. I missed you so much. Seeing you in the crowd last night, really set my feelings about you in stone. I can’t excuse my behavior from a few months ago, but I acted like a total douche and treated you and your house like shit.”

You nudged his head down to your lap, stroking his head, his eyes closing. “Can I ask you something, Ax?”

“Hm?”

“Did Kelly really say I was a shit lay?”

“Nah, I was just saying that.”

“Good, because I never slept with Kelly. I only said that to make you jealous.” 

He sat up, mouth agape. “Are you kidding me? You little minx, get over here.” He grabbed you and put you on his lap, legs dangling on the other cushion. You rested your head on his shoulder and put your hand up to his ear, pushing some of his locks behind his ear. 

He took hold of your chin and moved your face to look at his. “I am desperately in love with you, Y/N/N.”  He took a breath and kissed you, one hand resting on your thigh, the other on the back of your head.

When he pulled away, he said, “Is this a bad time to say I wanna eat you out again?”

You got off of him and stood up, extending your hand to him. He got up as well, grabbing your hand and interlacing your fingers.