There's tension.

Slash asked a couple vague questions about my school and now I'm rambling.

I'm sitting on my bed, going on and on about Art Noveau and he's just silently laying there and watching my face. I try not to look at him because every time I do, I just want to kiss him. But I'm too awkward.

"So yeah, my professor didn't really get it... but whatever..."

My sentence trails off and now it's quiet.

Slash chuckles.

I feel the need to apologize.

"Sorry... I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm rambling"

"Nah, don't apologize it's cute"

"It's stupid! Always happens when I'm nervous"

I immediately realize that I did not mean to say that last part.

"Nervous?"

Slash repeats, smiling all proudly.

I just laugh and don't know what to say as Slash sits upright and comes a bit closer.

"What are you nervous for?"

He runs his hand through his curls and I watch him as he continues.

"You nervous that I'm... gonna get all close?"

He jokes, but he is leaning in.

"Or that I'm..."

He grabs my face with one hand and I see him biting his lower lip.

"-gonna do this?"

He kisses me.

I eagerly kiss back.

Our lips move in sync and he pulls me closer by my waist.

He slowly leans back down, leading me with him. Now we're laying down and making out.

His tongue curls around mine and the kissing get more sloppy and intense.

I slip my fingers through the buttons of his shirt and feel his hot chest underneath.

He takes the hint and shortly breaks the kiss to help me unbutton his shirt.

As we kiss I roam his body and I slowly work my way down.

Slash seems to be catching on because his breathing is getting a bit heavier while run my hands over his toned torso.

I take my time and tease around the v-shape at the bottom of his abs.

He's not having it and after a while he just grabs my hand and puts it on his dick, which is pressed up in his leather pants.

I gasp a bit and Slash chuckles.

I start palming his bulge and kiss him again.

He shortly bites my lip and then moves his kisses to my neck.

His hand rises up under my shirt and he is touching me all over.

I breath out deeply as he sucks on the side of my neck.

It feels so good that I forget to play with his dick. He bucks his hips up to remind me.

"Let's take this off"

He sounds so hot and bothered as he grabs the bottom of my top.

It is halfway over my head as we hear a voice outside.

"Where the fuck is Slash?"

"I don't know... Slash!"

My arms are above my head and I'm trapped in my t-shirt.

Slash is kissing my boobs as if he didn't hear anything but I put my shirt back down.

He doesn't want to stop and leans in to kiss me but I hear another voice yell "Slash!".

I back out of the kiss.

"Go to them"

Slash mutters with his lips on my neck.

"No fuck them"

"Saul..."

I get serious.

"They're gonna come in here if you don't answer them"

Slash groans and finally stops kissing my neck. He grabs at his crotch all frustrated.

"Fuck... fine. You're right. But you're also hot. So it's difficult".

He laughs during the last part.

"Jesus"

I chuckle at the compliment but when Slash keeps staring at me with those eyes I push him towards the end of the bed.

"Go!"

"Yeah yeah"

He sighs and fastens a couple buttons before walking out the door.

I hear Axl talk.

"The fuck were you doing in Syl'a room?"

"Oh I left my socks when I was crashing here... Just- looking for them".