I'm a Loser Baby

The whole band sat backstage after a gig, groupies and press surrounding you all. You were sitting on Slash's lap, something that had become practically like second nature. He wrapped an arm around your waist casually, completely unfazed by the cameras flashing. His other hand played with your hair, a habitual movement.

"Look, guys. The lovebirds are back at it again." Axl remarked, taking another slow puff from his cigarette. "Oh, shut it, Axl." You said as you leaned back into the hard expanse of Slash's chest while Slash, always the talented talker, just flipped him off.

"You two gotta drop the shit and just fuck at this point, it's obvious you want to." Izzy piped up, glowing cigarette hanging from his pale lips.

"Yeah. We can see the way you eye-fuck eachother on stage. You get this look in your eyes. The same look that you, my good buddy old pal Slash, have right now as you stare at her ass." A smile tugged at Steven's lips as he said this, a blonde kissing at his neck.

"I hate you all. Slash and I are just friends. Seriously." You sigh in exasperation.

"'Just friends' my ass." Duff scoffs, turning back to his bottle of whiskey.

Slash puts a calloused hand on your shoulder, silently telling you to calm down. He could always tell when something was bugging you. "Don't listen to them. They're just jealous that I can be friends with a woman who doesn't just want me for status or money." He whispered in your ear, warm lips barely ghosting over the cartilage.

After a few more minutes of this, Slash pushing away groupie after groupie, keeping his hands on your hips, and the boys getting absolutely insufferable, you two finally escaped to his dressing room.

"Jesus, they're fucking exhausting." Slash sighed, collapsing on to the couch, not noticing the way your face had taken on a heavier expression. "Seriously. But, I'm more exhausted by something... something else." You mumbled, picking at your nailbeds.

Taking a drag from his fresh cigarette, Slash looked back at you with those deep brown eyes. You tried to pretend your heart hadn't just skipped a beat just from watching his head tip back as he exhaled. "What else?" He asked, flipping his dark curls out of his face to take another drag.

"I'm exhausted from us! From this stupid fucking game we're playing, Saul!" You snapped, years of surpressed tension and feelings coming out all at once. You barely used his first name, and the sound of it from you made all the air rush out of his body.

"Woah, woah, what do you mean 'exhausted from us'? What game?" He tried his best to sound convincing, but his voice wavered like he already knew what it meant. Like he had been waiting for this moment.

"The game of us pretending we're just friends! We haven't been just friends for years, and we both know it!" You threw your hands up in frustration.

Instead of saying anything, Slash pushed himself up off the couch. Then he took one slow step towards you. Then another. And another. His long leather-clad legs covered the short distance until he was standing right next to him. You didn't even have time to open your mouth before his lips crashed against yours, warm and slightly chapped, tasting of cigarettes and cheap beer.

You forgot how to breathe for a moment. Finally coming back from your momentary Slash induced blackout, your hands began trailing his body: one fisting in his worn-soft shirt, and the other in the mess of black curls atop his head. He let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl against your lips.

He grabbed your hips, leading you backwards until your knees hit the couch. When they buckled and you almost fell, he broke away for the first time in the kiss so far. "Easy there." Was all he got out before his lips were back on yours, hand beneath your legs, flopping you back on the couch. Any other time, you would have laughed, but you were currently too focused on the man ontop of you.

You tugged his shirt up his body. The body that you'd fantasized about for so long. "Off, off."

He quickly pulled his shirt over his head before moving to yours. Then, his fingers started deftly working at his leather pants as you got yours off. Now, you were both left in just your underwear, but that wouldn't be for long.

"Fuck, you're so fucking sexy. You have no idea how long I've wanted to fuck you like this." He undid your bra and threw it behind the couch. His lips trailed down your neck, kissing and nipping, leaving little marks as he went down. Reaching your breasts, he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it and swirling his tongue until he could feel it getting hard. He switched over to the other side, twirling the one he'd just been at between his ringed fingers.

"God, I love this body. Everything about you is so sexy." He said, more to himself then you as his lips finally reached your abdomen. His hands ran up and down your sides, palms warm and rough. Quickly discarding your panties, he latched himself on your clit.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, spurring him on more. He licked and sucked, running his tongue up and down your folds, fingers toying at your entrance, slipping in and scissoring inside. The feeling of his thick fingers deep in your cunt made your grip tighten. They were rough and skilled from years of playing the guitar, and now they were playing you the same way.

Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, setting every nerve in your body on fire with white-hot pleasure. You cried his name as he slowly tapered you off your high. "Atta girl." He praised against your skin as he went back up your body.

His boxers were off before you knew it, the tip of his cock slipping inside you with a pop. He immediately started moaning and groaning as he started an almost punishing pace.

"Fuck, I've been thinking about this for so long. I've needed you for so long." "Oh yeah?" You panted, fingers clawing at his back. "Yeah. Fucked my fist every night imagining it was your tight pussy. But the real thing is so much better." You tried to come up with some witty response, but your brain was being turned to mush by the man barreling his cock into you so deep that you could feel it in your ribs.

"I'm gonna cum, baby. Gonna pull out and cum all over these gorgeous tits. But I'm gonna make you cum first." His hand slid between your bodies, rubbing your clit in tight circles, shoving you over the edge of your second orgasm.

True to his word, he pulled out, stroking himself twice before spilling out all over your body. He collapsed against you, kissing your neck. "God, sweetheart. Don't think I've ever came that hard before." He said into your skin. You chuckled breathlessly, fingers carding through his sweat damp curls. "Me neither."

The two of you sat in silence for a bit until Slash got off you, grabbing his shirt off the floor and a water bottle off the vanity. He poured some of the water on the shirt, cleaning up your body gently, before offering you the bottle. "Drink."

Finally, once you were both dressed and cleaned, you looked at the man sitting beside you and said, "So... I'm assuming we aren't 'just friends' anymore." He looked at you for a second, locking eyes with you before nodding. "Yeah."

this took me way too long to write, but I hope you liked it!

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