gnr fic requests

⋆˚࿔ i write rockstar fic requests of all types—im a guy so i mostly prefer writing bxb

band member x band member

band member x reader (male or neutral)

band member x oc (if you give me background info on the oc!)

⋆˚࿔ i mostly write for guns n roses, but if you would like another rockstar just send a request and i will see if i can write it!

⋆˚࿔ what i will not write…

i prefer writing sfw fics, but i can write nsft as long as it’s an interesting idea/plot

extreme violence/mental health issues/dark themes, i can do some stuff but nothing too intense

strong kinks or fetishes

i have a weird thing with sluff so that’s the only pairing i won’t do sorry

masterpost of all fics HERE

⋆˚꩜｡ requests are currently open !

You and Slash had been rivals since the first day you met.

All the way back to your teenage years, when you'd been out skating and riding bikes with your friends in the neighborhoods of LA, Slash had pulled up on his bike and claimed to be able to do a jump that none of you had landed yet. You scoffed in disbelief at him, already feeling offended at how bold he was to say something like that to strangers. But to your surprise, he pulled off the trick with ease, his long curls streaming out behind his helmet and his face set with a determined stare as he launched himself off the top of the hill.

You didn't want to admit it, but the jump was really impressive. And the way he looked while doing it was pretty hot too. No matter how attractive he was though, his cocky and boasting attitude about it got under your skin, and that annoyance simmered into hatred every time you ran into each other again.

Slash was always trying to show off around you, smirking every time he got you to grind your teeth at something arrogant he said or did. It didn't help that everyone else around idolized him for his biking talent and cool looks, which made you even madder that nobody else could see through his persona.

One night, a few years into your feud with Slash, you were out bar hopping alone on Sunset for the night. You’d already had a few drinks, feeling loose and tipsy as you drifted through the pulsing crowd inside the club. Clutching your cold bottle of beer to your chest, you shoved through the crowd, bumping shoulders with people until you reached the wall.

Sighing deeply, you threw your head back against the cool, hard surface and closed your eyes for a moment, hoping your head would stop spinning enough to mingle with the crowd again. You were really hoping to pick someone up tonight, but that wouldn’t happen if you were too sloshed to flirt with the handful of cute guys you’d bumped into on the dance floor. You’d worn your favorite denim vest with the ratty, torn off sleeves in hopes of getting someone’s attention.

It was just your luck that it ended up catching the eye of the last person you wanted to see tonight.

“Man, look who it is,” a smooth, teasing voice called out, sounding only a few feet away. Your body tensed as you recognized it without even opening your eyes. Slash. Of course he’d come to bother you when you were having such a good night.

“Fuck off,” you groaned, your eyes still closed and head still resting against the wall. “Don’t you have somewhere else to go be a douchebag?”

You heard him chuckle, the sound surprisingly soft and light. “Nah,” he teased. “Saved it all up for you, sweetheart.”

You finally flicked your eyes open, staring firmly at Slash with your jaw clenched. “Don’t call me that shit, asshole.” Your fingers tightened around the glass bottle in your hand. “I’m not your anything.”

Your hazy eyes took in his appearance: loose black tank, tight leather jeans, cloud of curls sheltering his face. His soft, brown eyes sparkled from under his hair as they caught the light, staring directly into yours. He still looked as teasing as ever, but something about him tonight looked a little earnest too. Almost like his guard was down, here in the dark corner where you were both a little buzzed.

He took a step closer and you watched him open his mouth, only inches away. “But you could be,” he mumbled, his voice sounding determined as a hand came up to cup your jaw. Before you could even react, he was leaning in with a sigh, his lips pressing against yours strongly as he almost fell against your body. Your eyes flew open, eyebrows raised with confusion before squeezing shut again as your lips moved with the kiss.

You pulled off of him, your mouth open and eyes squeezed shut in disbelief. “What the fuck,” you panted out, hand clenched tightly in his shirt. Slash just laughed softly under his breath, boxing you in between his legs.

It was another long night of partying at the Hell House, and by the time it reached midnight, everyone around was certainly wasted. The band had started by going out for drinks and watching music at the Rainbow, and when the show ended, most of the beautiful women at the bar had joined them back home for more alcohol and the promise of a good time.

Most of them were sitting around and chatting loudly, the girls around them or in their laps while hands wandered lazily.

“Spin the bottle!” Came a shout from the corner, and Steven walked to the center of the room with an empty whiskey bottle in hand. The others turned to look at him while he smiled big and goofy back.

Slash started to laugh. “Oh, this’ll be good,” he grinned, and pulled his girlfriend by the hand toward the game, who squealed but followed along with a blush. Izzy glanced at the others and shrugged before smiling a bit as he made his way to the circle as well. Axl sighed heavily, realizing he wasn’t going to get out of Steven’s stupid game.

“Fine, fine,” he grumbled, leading his girl by the waist toward the others. He kissed her neck and she giggled a bit as everyone settled into the circle.

Steven smiled at all of them and reached out to place the bottle in the middle. “Alright—everyone gets two skips, but you gotta do a dare from the other person if you skip ‘em, okay?” He explained, and looked up to make sure everyone was following along. “I guess I’ll go first,” he said with a grin, twisting the bottle hard to send it spinning across the floor.

They all watched as the bottle came to a stop, pointing at the woman sitting with Axl. Steven’s grin stretched even wider, obviously happy that he got the chance to piss off Axl a bit. He reached for the woman’s hand and pulled her to meet him in the middle, where they shared a heated kiss for a few seconds while the others whistled and whooped around them.

“Attaboy, Stevie!” Duff cheered teasingly, winking at Axl who scowled at them both. The girl stumbled to sit back next to Axl, flushed and giggling after her turn with Stevie.

Steven licked his lips a bit after sitting back, smiling around at the others before passing on the bottle. Around the circle it went, again and again, with most of them accepting kisses from the girls and occasionally each other.

Duff passed on a turn with Izzy, who was then forced to lick the floor as his dare punishment. The others made disgusted sounds and faces as he chugged from his bottle of vodka afterwards to wash out the nasty taste. Steven passed on Axl and had to moon the rest of the circle, but he accepted kisses from both Duff and Slash playfully. The drunker they all got, the more willing they all seemed to get to suck it up and kiss one another.

Then, Izzy’s spin of the bottle landed on Axl. Axl immediately looked up at Izzy across the circle with wide eyes, unsure of what to do. “I—maybe we should pass—“ he started to say, trying to stare into Izzy’s dark eyes and see how he felt about it. They’d been friends so long—they just couldn’t! Could they?

Slash’s voice cut in from beside him. “C’monnn, don’t be a pussy!” He slurred, obviously very wasted by now. Axl was about to speak again, telling Izzy to just give him a dare, when Izzy leaned over and pressed their lips together firmly.

Axl’s heart started to race, but before he could think about what he was doing, he started melting into the kiss and parted his lips against Izzy’s slightly. Izzy took the opportunity to lick Axl’s bottom lip and slip his tongue into his mouth, and the kiss grew heated quickly. Axl found himself getting lost in Izzy, his hands even reaching up to grab at Izzy’s shirt. They only broke apart at a squeal of laughter from one of the girls, which had Axl shooting backwards away from Izzy in surprise.

Izzy just stared at him with his dark eyes, wiping his mouth as he sat back down in his seat. The others seemed a little lost in their own worlds, either chatting up with their girls or zoning out from drunkenness. Slash and his girlfriend had fully moved out of the circle, laying on top of the couch while making out.

Izzy glanced at Axl, then nodded in the direction of the hallway where the bedrooms were. Axl took a moment to breathe deeply, trying to decide if he wanted to try taking things further with Izzy. After breathing out, he looked up to Izzy and nodded once, and Izzy gave him a small smile back.

Axl’s back slammed against the tall stack of amplifiers, grunting as the wind was pushed out of his lungs. Your hands gripped the shoulders of his leather jacket tightly, holding him in place as he panted with his eyes closed.

“You better be fucking quiet,” you grunted at him, your breath hot against his face as you both panted with excitement.

Axl’s eyes flicked open to stare up at you. “You better keep me quiet,” he shot back, a satisfied smirk on his face. One thing about Axl that you both loved and drove you wild: his hot temper and wit always kept things exciting.

With a quick glance over each shoulder to make sure you were hidden enough by the curtain and amps that surrounded you, you turned back to Axl. “I’ve got an idea for that,” you said grinning while eyeing his mouth. While licking your own lips, you let go of your grip on his leather jacket to bring your fingers toward his mouth. Axl quickly caught on, and his lips parted a little in anticipation to accept your fingers on his tongue.

The soft wetness of his mouth felt good on your fingers, and he looked even better with his cheeks stretched from your two fingers inside. He was looking up at you through his eyelashes, his eyes wide and pupils blown with lust. With a moan, he reached to grab your hips and pull you together, immediately rubbing his hard crotch on yours. You slipped your thigh between his legs to give him a little relief, and he rolled his hips a little as you twisted your fingers against his tongue.

“Had enough?” You murmured into his ear, and Axl groaned and nodded rolling his hips again. “Good, get ready for me then,” you commanded him.

He let go of you to reach down and begin fumbling with the button on his jeans, his chest heaving for breath as he unzipped himself and dug his fingers under his waistband to pull them down. He only tugged his jeans below his ass, exposing his hard cock that bobbed against his stomach. You groaned at the sight of it, all red and dripping for you. The hand you still had gripping his jacket slid down to his waist to squeeze the soft, bare skin.

You pulled your fingers out of his mouth, some of the wet spit drooling from his red swollen lips onto his chin. You smeared a drop of it on his lips by wiping your thumb, and you watched his throat bob as you did. “Turn around,” you ordered with another squeeze to his waist. With heaving breath, Axl turned to face the amp and braced himself against it with his hands. You ran a hand over the curve of his ass, squeezing its heft and watching it wobble.

Your fingers, dripping with his spit, found their way between his cheeks. You leaned in to kiss at his neck as you worked him open, Axl panting loudly with his mouth open. “Feels good, huh?” You teased, Axl moaning a little at your words. “You want more, don’t you?” You asked. He gasped, shuddering a little as your fingers sunk deep and quick, and he could barely lift his head to nod.

“Yea—“ he grunted, his hips bucking. “C’mon, do it already.” You grinned at his words, pulling out your fingers and moving to undo your pants. As your hard cock pushed free of your boxers, you spit into the palm of your hand and stroked yourself three times. You quickly pulled a condom from your jeans pocket and ripped it open with your teeth, rolling it on before lining up with Axl.

His head thumped against the amplifiers and he groaned as you started pushing in, already clenching around the tip of you. “Relax, cmon,” you coaxed him, reaching around both your bodies to squeeze his sack and stroke him a little. With the distraction, he loosened up enough for you to push all the way inside, causing both of you to moan.

You started thrusting, Axl’s mouth falling open as he grunted and whined each time you thrusted back in. “You know, anyone could see us,” you grunted to him. “God—someone could walk back right now, see the lead singer getting blown out right before his show.”

Axl moaned loudly, his hands clenching against the amp as he listened to you. “Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You teased him, shoving yourself harder into him.

You started stroking him harder, and you could feel his knees wobbling as he got closer. “Fuck—I’m—“ he babbled, and one final thrust from you had him shooting all over the back of the amp, his knees buckling and his eyes rolled back. He moaned louder than ever, and you wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him standing so you could thrust a few more times before shooting into the condom. You felt him twitch as you filled him, but he kept his head hanging down as he caught his breath.

You and Axl had been together for just over a year now. Most people hadn’t thought you two would last, considering how chaotic the rockstar lifestyle could be, and balancing two of them together? Typically not a recipe for success. But to the surprise of everyone, you had made it work, even moving into your first place together a few months ago.

Axl had come to see your band perform on a Saturday night at the Troubador, back when his band was only playing Monday or Tuesday night slots. Your crew was the hottest on the Sunset Strip, and back then you were only weeks out from signing your first record deal. When the show had ended, Axl had slunk his way backstage to introduce himself to the band: making connections with other musicians was important to keep booking gigs.

The pair of you had really hit it off, sharing similar dry and witty humor but also wanting to discuss serious topics too. One thing led to another that night, and after Axl had woken up in your bed the next morning you two were inseparable.

Now, a year and a few months later, you were headlining a tour across the world promoting the release of your debut album. Guns N’ Roses had started taking off in that time as well, and with some convincing by Axl and you, you’d managed to book them as one of the opening bands, meaning you and Axl got to spend months together playing for rowdy audiences and exploring beautiful countries you’d never seen.

Guns was just finishing up their set, which you’d been watching from the wings attentively. You would always be impressed with how much of himself Axl gave the audience every night, putting all his intensity into every performance. Not to mention, his stage outfits and makeup looks made him look extra attractive. Especially when he wore those leather chaps.

Unfortunately, tonight he’d decided on leather pants that covered his whole ass, not just part of it. He still looked good running and shaking all over the stage, though. And besides, you’d definitely get to see everything you wanted back in your hotel room later tonight. You smirked to yourself as Axl and the band made their way off the stage in your direction.

“Hey,” Axl greeted you out of breath, but he couldn’t help smiling as he saw you standing in the shadows, your guitar hanging off your shoulder. He reached out to grab at your biceps and pull you closer, to which you happily obliged.

“Hey yourself,” you grinned back, licking your lips at the sight of him all sweaty and heaving in front of you. “Sounded good out there. Looked good, too,” you teased, your voice low and suggestive.

Axl grinned back, loving the way you couldn’t hide your attraction. Your hands slid down to his hips, squeezing and kneading what was yours. You leaned in to press a kiss to his sweaty jawline, inhaling the strong scent of him. Axl walked the two of you backwards a bit more, further into the shadows, and captured your mouth in an open kiss.

He was quick to slip his tongue into your mouth, and you moaned as the kiss soon got sloppy. When Axl was all worked up from adrenaline, things tended to get heated between the two of you. “Fuck, you’re hot,” Axl growled into your mouth, biting one of your lips between his teeth before soothing it with a lick of his tongue.

The sound of footsteps rushing by reminded you where you were. Before you could react, a voice whined out, “Aw, they’re down each other’s throats again!” You and Axl turned to see a huge cloud of hair right behind your shoulder.

“Slash,” Axl groaned, “Get the fuck outta here, dude.”

Slash just grinned cheekily, shaking his head. “Watch out Ax’—I think he’s gonna eat you alive.”

You rolled your eyes as Slash scurried off, probably going to find his own partner for the night. But his teasing didn’t matter, not when you had everything you wanted right in front of you.

You turned your attention back to Axl with a sly grin. “Well, he was right about one thing,” you murmured, pulling Axl’s face close again.

“Yea?” He replied, starting to smirk as well.

Axl had been acting suspicious all week, and Izzy was starting to go a little crazy. At first it wasn’t much, just some winking whenever Izzy asked what he was up to. But with each day, Axl had gotten more serious about keeping his work private.

Now, he was almost completely banned from their shared bedroom during the day as Axl was apparently hiding something very important in there. His boyfriend had even seemed reluctant to let him sleep there at night, but Izzy had to draw the line somewhere. He wouldn’t sleep alone on the couch during the holiday season, even if it meant getting no gifts at all!

But now, it was Christmas morning. Which meant no more secrets, no more sleuthing, and most importantly…

Izzy wrapped his arm tighter around Axl’s body pressed close to his own. He inhaled the sweet smell of his shampoo deeply as he nuzzled the ginger’s neck. Yes, this was exactly where he wanted to be on Christmas. Really, spending the whole day cuddled up like this in bed would be enough for him. It also meant he’d get to keep Axl to himself all day long.

He had a few glorious minutes of snuggling Axl peacefully before his lover started to stir. Axl twitched a little in his sleep and groaned as his eyes fluttered open. Izzy’s hand rubbed Axl’s chest as he blinked to adjust to the light.

He rolled over to face Izzy, throwing a leg over his waist to pull them close to each other again. “Good morning,” he mumbled in his deep voice, kissing the underside of Izzy’s jaw. Izzy hummed, extremely content.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispered back, staring into Axl’s eyes for a second before pecking his lips.

Axl’s eyes went wider as he remembered what day it was. “You too,” he said with a smile. He grinned even wider as Izzy’s hand gently squeezed his hip.

Their peaceful quiet was interrupted by the muffled sound of stomping and shouting outside their door. Izzy closed his eyes and sighed, his serene mood broken by their excited and noisy roommates. “Should we join them?” Axl asked, smiling because he knew Izzy would rather stay here, alone and quiet.

Izzy groaned, shoving his face into Axl’s chest. “Five more minutes,” he complained, and Axl had to agree.

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Eventually they drug themselves out of bed and into the living room, where the others were already waiting around the big tree they’d spent a portion of the album advance on. Slash didn’t seem totally awake either, and with his messy bed hair covering his eyes, he might’ve actually fallen back asleep on the couch. Izzy wasn’t sure. Steven on the other hand seemed wide awake. He was sitting criss-cross on the big recliner and rocking back and forth with a big smile.

Izzy raised an eyebrow as he shoved Slash over to make room for him and Axl on the couch. “Excited, are we?” he said sarcastically, watching Steven squirm. “You’re Jewish. You don’t even do Christmas,” Izzy grumbled, rubbing his forehead. God, he needed some coffee for this.

Steven shrugged. “Presents are presents, man,” he bounced in his seat on the chair. He was then distracted by Duff walking into the room with two big steaming mugs in his hand, both of them having candy canes hooked over the edges of the cup. Steven’s smile grew even bigger as Duff handed one of the mugs to him, sniffing the sweet smell of cocoa and humming happily. Duff laughed and ruffled the drummer’s hair before taking a seat at Steven’s feet.

Axl groaned at their cheeriness. “You’re giving him sugar this early?” he complained, giving the two blonds a grumpy look from underneath the blanket Izzy had tucked around him. “He’s already a mess.”

Steven stuck out his tongue at Axl and blew some spit his way before taking a sip out of his mug. He immediately cried out in pain and spit the cocoa back into the cup as it burned his tongue. That got Axl howling with laughter, and even Izzy had to bite his cheek to keep from smiling too much as Duff tried to comfort a whining Steven.

Slash surprised them all by groaning and rolling over, shoving his face into the couch pillow. “Fuck, are we gonna do these presents or what?” he moaned, obviously still tired and wanting to get back to bed.

Axl laughed, leaning his head on Izzy’s shoulder. “Yeah, we’ll open ‘em up now.”

And that they did. They passed around gifts, taking turns ripping the paper off and showing off what everyone had gotten them. As the pile got smaller, Axl took the opportunity when Duff, Slash, and Steven were distracted by gifts to each other to sneak Izzy’s gift to him.

“Merry Christmas, babe,” he whispered, handing Izzy two boxes stacked on top of each other. Izzy blushed a little bit as he set them in his lap and started tearing the wrapping paper. His eyes softened as he opened the first box to see a box of very fancy Cuban cigars. He knew that money wasn’t as much of an issue for them anymore as it had been only a few months ago, but he still wasn’t used to receiving something that cost so much.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, reaching over to rub Axl’s thigh. Axl just smiled and nudged at him to open the second box, a lot larger and longer than the first one.

Izzy pulled at the ribbon and opened the cardboard and was shocked to see four shiny red wheels inside. “Shit, Ax, you didn’t,” he gasped softly. He pulled out the skateboard and held it out in front of him, admiring the skull design on the bottom.

Axl kissed his cheek, feeling very proud of his gift. “I knew you’d been missing your old one,” he explained. Izzy had been big on skateboarding in high school, but had to sell his board last year when the band was low on cash. Axl knew he hadn’t stopped loving the sport and hoped he’d get back into it now that he had a new board of his own.

“I love it,” Izzy said gratefully. He turned to give Axl a small, loving kiss on the lips as he set the board in his lap. “C’mon, your turn,” he encouraged, leaning over to grab the boxes he’d gotten for Axl.

Axl smiled at Izzy, his eyes soft with love. “You know I can’t resist being spoiled,” he joked as he pulled off the paper. Izzy knew Axl well enough to tell that the humor was his way of trying to feel more comfortable with the attention of getting a gift—it wasn’t something he’d done too many times before. Izzy hoped his gifts were good enough.

Axl’s grin turned from sweet to pleased as he saw the first gift. It was a bottle of expensive Bordeaux, and Izzy had got Axl’s name engraved on the bottle. “I thought we could save it for a nice dinner, or something,” Izzy said shyly as Axl admired the gift.

Axl kissed his cheek while turning the bottle over to read the engraving. “It looks delicious,” he said. “I can’t wait to share it with you.”

Two more presents in square boxes followed. Axl hummed as he opened the smaller box, revealing three large, silver rings set in a velvet box. Two had big stones and one was the GNR logo stamped onto the surface. “They’re beautiful,” he said with a huge smile, putting them onto his fingers to test the size.

Finally, he opened the last box and pulled out something black and heavy from the colorful paper. His eyes went wide as he saw the custom design on the leather jacket—skeleton bones in white leather had been stitched onto the jacket. “Oh, Izzy,” he gasped, holding it up to get a better look. “This is so perfect.”

Izzy leaned into Axl’s side, feeling proud that he’d impressed his boyfriend with his gifts. “It just felt like you when I saw it,” he murmured.

X READER

AXL

⋆˚࿔ ALL MINE

⋆˚࿔ TURN AROUND, REMEMBER ME (18+)

IZZY

⋆˚࿔ SWEET THING (F!reader)

DUFF

⋆˚࿔ N/A

SLASH

⋆˚࿔ I HATE WANTING YOU

STEVEN

⋆˚࿔ N/A

PAIRINGS

IZZY X AXL

⋆˚࿔ DIRTY SECRET (18+)

⋆˚࿔ YOU HAVE MINE (18+)

⋆˚࿔ MERRY CHRISTMAS DARLING

⋆˚࿔ TASTE OF YOU

“You sure?” Jeff asked, panting as he stared down at Bill. His hands held Bill’s hips nervously, and his legs were straddling the redhead’s as they stared at each other with wide eyes.

“Yeah,” Bill said, trying to sound confident. “Y’ owe it to me. You’re fuckin’ leaving.” His own hands kinda awkwardly grabbed at Jeff’s chest, wanting to just hold him somewhere. “What, you not ready?”

Jeff scoffed, adjusting himself back and forth on Bill’s thighs. “‘Course I am,” he grumbled, feeling a little embarrassed that Bill assumed he was scared. “Just wanted to make sure you were.” He dug his nails in a little to the thick fabric of Bill’s jeans.

Bill looked at him through his long bangs. He’d been slowly protesting his family all year by growing out his hair just a little longer, and Jeff had to admit he really liked the look. He knew Bill wanted it a lot longer than just his shoulders someday, but he might have to wait until his family wasn’t hovering around, forcing him to cut it.

Jeff leaned in and pressed his lips against Bill’s. After a moment, Bill started to kiss back, moving his mouth against Jeff’s. His arms moved down to hold Jeff’s waist loosely, like he was still not sure enough to hold tight.

When they’d first tried kissing before, it had started very awkward. After a few times of hitting their teeth together and strange tongue movements, they agreed to just take things slow and figure out what really felt good. Thankfully, they’d gotten lots of practice since the first few times years back.

Bill often snuck out to Jeff’s house, as his bedroom door had a lock and his mom didn’t care very much what happened behind it. They’d spent a lot of evenings like this on the bed with each other. Before now, they’d experimented with grinding over the clothes and hands wandering under the waistband but never talked about going all the way. Jeff wasn’t sure they were ever going to, but Bill had seemed to push for it more after Jeff mentioned hitching it out of Indiana after graduation.

That led them here, in Jeff’s room again, with his mom out for the evening and the bedroom door locked while the record player spun something heavy and groovy.

“Uh,” Billy interrupted the kiss, “should we take things… off?” He looked both excited and unsure at the same time.

Jeff smiled a little sheepishly and reached to pull off his shirt, a striped button up that hung a little big and baggy on him—probably something stolen from one of his brothers. While Bill stared at Jeff’s bare chest, he started to tug off Bill’s tank top too until it came off over his head. Jeff leaned down to lick Bill’s neck a few times, which made Bill gasp in surprise. As he did so, he reached for the button of his jeans.

His fingers undid the button and pulled down the zipper, and the hands on Bill’s hips tugged them down his legs. Bill had to kick his feet a little until they come off, but once they’d slipped away Jeff tossed them to the floor. Jeff pulled away from the kiss to unbutton his own jeans and yank them down, throwing them away as well.

He took a moment to admire Bill’s body as they sat there, chests both rising and falling with big breaths. Bill had more muscle from working out for the track team, and Jeff felt a little jealous about looking a little less mature. He spent most of his time skating or inside, practicing guitar. Where his torso and legs were scrawny and pale, Bill’s had tan lines and were dotted with freckles.

His momentum had slowed to a stop as he then leaned back and mumbled “Uhh…”, not really sure how to continue.

Bill realized Jeff wasn’t sure what to do next, so he spoke up. “So, how are we gonna do this?”

Jeff shifted back and forth across Bill’s legs where he sat. “Well, do you want to lay on your front or your back?” he asked. “I’m not really sure what’s more comfortable.”

Bill’s brow crinkled up for a few seconds before his eyes flew open wide in surprise. “Wait,“ he croaked, “you want me—?”

Jeff’s cheeks went red. “That’s what I thought you wanted! You asked!” He defended, his voice getting louder.

Bill opened and closed his mouth a couple times, speechless. “I,“ he stuttered, shivering a little on the bed. “I don’t… know.” He looked away, and Jeff felt bad that Bill was too embarrassed to meet his eyes. After a minute, Bill whispered under his breath. “Does it… hurt?”

Jeff blinked, staring at Bill. “Not supposed to,” he replied. “But I’ve never done it either.” He reached out and patted Bill’s thigh to reassure him. “I can do it, if you really don’t want to. Either way is fine for me.”

Bill sighed a little and closed his eyes tight. “No,” he finally said. “I’ll do it. Just… go slow, will you?”

Jeff’s eyes widened, but he nodded. “‘Course I will, Billy,” he said softly, surprising even himself at how gentle it sounded. “Always will.”