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"You have to sign a contract," Slash slurred, stumbling forward and grabbing a ripped piece of paper from the coffee table. He held it up and waved it around, "Jus' pretend this is a... formally typed up contract, and you gotta sign it." He looked around at the guys standing around watching them, trying to contain their laughter. "And these are my witnesses to the... the case."
"You want me to sign a fucking contract?" Axl repeated, narrowing his eyes at his extremely inebriated and drug fucked band mate. "The fuck?"
"'Cos you just said if I... for, for every day I don't do drugs you'll suck my dick."
Axl scoffed. "Yeah, I only said that because I knew you would never make a day without doing drugs or drinking." The guys were all extremely aware of Slash's lust for Axl, because his inner self that was usually tucked away came out when he drank too much or snorted coke or shot himself up with heroin. He became an octopus who clung to Axl and whined when the redhead attempted to move away, biting and licking his pale neck and sliding his hands all over the singer, copping a feel. Axl tried his best to keep Slash's wondering hands to himself, but sometimes it was just easier to let Slash slide up behind him on the floor and wrap his arms around him, being pulled against Slash's warm body and being forcefully snuggled up to. If Slash got too handsy, then the guys would step in and drag the whining guitarist away until he promised to calm down.
"But what if I do?" Slash inquired, stumbling over his own feet as he tried to get closer to Axl. "If... If I can go one day without doing drugs, you have to suck my cock, and every day after that if I stay off them."
All the guys gave Slash a considering look, wondering if it could actually work. Slash had a real bad problem with his drugs and drinking, and he had always became defensive and closed off when the guys would bring up the topic of him cutting back, but now he was adamant about trying... that's if he was promised a hefty reward from their lead singer.
Axl scoffed and crossed his arms. "Yeah? Well, what about the alcohol?"
Slash whined. "One thing at a time, c'mon! I can't give everything up at the same time... it'll do more bad than... than good." He hiccupped after his statement, staring at Axl with his hazy brown eyes peeking through his wild curls.
Axl sighed extremely fucking heavy, and turned to face the rest of their bandmates. "What do you think?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. Duff chewed anxiously on his bottom lip then shrugged.
"I mean, he sounds pretty serious," the blonde murmured, "It could be really good for him."
"Well it's not exactly fair play," Axl grumbled, turning to face Slash. "Why am I the only one that has to give you daily blowjobs? Can't the entire fucking band contribute in your time of need?" he snapped. Slash whined.
"I don't want them to suck me off, I only want you!" he insisted, shuffling clumsily forward and bringing a hand up to Axl's face, thumbing at his bottom lip. "I want these lips stretched around my cock," he said huskily, looking up into Axl's intimidated eyes. The redhead stuttered and slapped Slash's hand away as the rest of the guys fell over each other laughing.
"It's real fucking funny, ain't it?" he hissed at the guys, who for their part tried their hardest to stop the laughter spilling from their mouths. "Do you particularly fancy the idea of sucking a guys cock?!" he growled, watching them sober up at the wrath of his temper. "Because I fucking don't!"
There was a prolonged moment of silence before Slash spoke up. "You can... think about it... you don't gotta decide right now," he slurred, his pupils blown up, the veins in his eyes a striking contrast. He looked completely fucked, just how he had looked for the past how many months? Nothing so far has helped him to stop using, and they were all beginning to worry about the health of their lead guitarist and the future of their band. Axl groaned quietly under his breath and bit down harshly on his bottom lip.
"Do you promise to try? To really try?" he asked Slash, folding his arms over his chest and cocking his hip to the side. "If you make it through one day then... I'll get down on my knees-" he glared at all four of them when they all collectively cheered- "But do you promise that afterwards you'll still continue to try? That you won't immediately give up after the first time I suck you off because you got what you wanted, like it was all some challenge?"
Slash was nodding his head throughout his entire speech and continued to nod adamantly, his thick lower lip caught between his teeth. "I promise, Ax, I'll really try," he said, his voice heavy with emotion.
"You just gotta make sure the blowie is good enough that he'll wanna come back for seconds," Duff said, cackling like a witch. Axl glared at him, then gave Stevie a warning look when he giggled. Izzy just stood silently, considering the entire situation with a thoughtful look on his face.
"You start right now," Axl told Slash, pointing his finger at him. Slash grinned and held the ripped piece of paper out to him, his grin widening when Axl snatched it from his hands and barked at Duff to find him a fucking pen. He signed his signature on the torn piece of paper and balled it up, tossing it at Slash and smirking when it got caught in his wild mane of curls.
"Axl, that's our contract!" Slash whined, fishing it from his hair and gently smoothing the paper out, cooing to it like it was a frightened puppy during a thunderstorm.
"I need your piss clean and your eyes white tomorrow," Axl ordered, "I'll know if you've used, so don't even try to fool any of us. And you fuckers, you all better help me keep an eye on him or so help me God, I'll throttle the lot of you," he hissed then promptly sat down on the couch and lit a cigarette, glaring up at them as he inhaled a lungful of the toxic smoke and blew it out in a huff. "Fuck you all."