#axl villalobos ~ thread

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@ghostsxagain sent -> rhythm spanks axl hard enough to leave a mark

They've found themselves wrapped up like this a million and one times before, but Axl has been craving it more and more lately — like Rhythm is the only thing that can satiate the deep-seated desire inside of him; like he's been chasing his hunger with empty calories but his best friend was the real meal.

Laying across him in between rounds, he's not expecting the firm slap to his bare backside. It causes his body to jolt but he grins devilishly, looking over his shoulder with bouncing brows at his best-friend-turned-lover. "In the mood for thirds?" He's only half teasing.

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Axl was used to flings — to shit being fast and quit. That was what it was like to be a professional musician. Enter Jace... and suddenly Axl's whole life is shook up. He's not expecting what the other says, and it leaves him breathless for a moment before he's grinning, leaning in to steal a kiss. "Tell me more about how much you need me, I like the sound of that..."

⸻ "i never realized just how much i needed you until you weren't there."

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@barkskins 05/06

another beautiful show down for the books, axl thinks as he winds down, gets ready for the post-show interview with one sparrow moore. he's heard her show, thinks she's interesting, and easy on the eyes, too. the high from such a successful show and the fact that zayd and rhythm are each in tremendous moods only serves to boost his own so he brings her a beer, lime in the neck, and plops down beside her, sweat dripping down his unruly curls as he offers her the beverage and a charming smile. "care for a one-on-one before we get to the nitty-gritty?"

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"naaah, c'mon. i don't think it's that bad." axl quips back with an easy smile and the bouncing of his brows, his arms folded across his chest. but he's used to chaos, might as well be his middle name. "it's gonna be alright. get those bad thoughts outta your head."

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“we are below rock bottom right now. we’re, like, in hell.”

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sparrow was far from the first sour experience axl had had with press or djs, but he still couldn't help his shock. this wasn't what he was expecting at all, but he was the type to try and make the best out of every situation — to really LIVE life. laughing lightly, he tipped the bottle back by its neck once more, letting the bitter liquid sit and warm on his tongue for a moment as he watched them with a bright curiosity. this wasn't deterring him at all. "really just trying to be friendly, but i hate to make a bad day worse, so.... we can get on with it if you want? i promise to be on my best behavior."

sparrow felt their eyes roll so far to the back of their head that, if they strained to focus, they would be able to see their brain. working at the radio station hadn't been their dream, but with little to no qualifications—outside of an above average music taste—it was the best they were going to get. with their history, their peppered criminal record, and half of texas looking out for them, it felt safer to stay put behind the spinning discs. it was boring, but they were alive. "i'm just in the mood to do my job, and having some mick jagger wannabe to deal with makes my job a whole lot harder. are you going to keep throwing this sarcastic comments my way, or can we get down to business?"

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They've been fucking around since they were teens, but not like this... This has become regular, their bodies winding up tangled together more often than not, and Axl doesn't have the time (much less appetite) for anyone else. That doesn't have to mean anything, right? He's not examining it too closely, he's afraid of the answer he'll find if he does even a little soul searching. Rhythm's in his blood, after all. No one knows Axl better than his bandmates, and he feels more entangled with their drummer every day.

Axl's eyes are alight with delight even before he hears Rhythm's delicious answer. He wets his lips and laughs a little. "Silly me..." He says before he's being moved bodily and that turns him on even more than the slap to his ass had. IT's obvious as their bodies press together, and Rhythm wastes no time kissing him. He moans against the familiar weight and taste of his lover's tongue, fingers lacing into luscious curls, sweaty at the edges. "You always want another taste." He laughs. "Ass out or no..." Al wets his lips again, leaning in to ghost their mouths together as he reaches between them and starts to stroke Rhythm — slowly at first then with more purpose, their foreheads pressed together.

It's not like sleeping together is a new thing for the pair. They've known each other for over a decade and have shared beds more times than Rhythm can count, just as they both had with Zayd. This time it was different, more consistent. Rhythm wouldn't say it out loud but Axl was the only person he was with at the moment - with zero intention of changing that. Axl was feeling less like a friend and more like something else as time went on.

Slapping Axl's ass is more of an instinctual move than a calculated one. Of course the other man's reaction affects Rhythm immediately, his blood travelling south at the mere mention of another round. "Is that even a question? You think you can lay there ass out and I'm not gonna want another taste? Get serious, Axl." There's a fondness in his voice that doesn't quite line up with the mischievous sparkle present in his eyes but he doesn't concern himself with it. Instead, Rhythm shifts position, jostling Axl until he's essentially in his lap. He's taller and broader than Axl which makes manhandling him pretty easy. Without another word his lips are on his lover's, kissing with a passion that's reserved just for him. He pulls away breathless, a hand coming to caress the other man's face. "I want you," is mumbled softly, as if his desire wasn't already clear.

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the things they've each seen and been through vary vastly from one another, but axl's been doing this since he was a teen, and he's far surpassed the wannabe mark as security has to keep fans away from the musician and interviewer. the interview was set to be held elsewhere, but axl was just trying to be friendly, so he was taken a bit aback by her comment. still, he grinned because that was just who he was. "i can still take a shower... just wanted to see if you wanted to break the ice first?" he took a sip from his own beer and leaned on the bar. "one beer hardly makes a drunk interview... not in the mood to be here or what?"

working at the radio station was quite the career change. since seventeen, sparrow had felt more at home on the right side of a gun than behind a mixing desk. their ex-boyfriend—the leader of one of the most infamous gangs that side of mason-dixon—had infiltrated the young moore's mind while it was still malleable. it meant that the horrors that haunted their dreams, the clattering gunshots and spurts of crimson, seemed like child's play. it was another mundane evening, working late in order to interview some rockstar wannabe. "you could've showered." they deadpanned, "we can talk if you want to talk. are we doing this interview drunk?"