Requested by and dedicated to wildisthewind5150

~ New Year, New Me ~

"New year, same ol' me!"

I watched in amusement as Duff raised a bottle of beer and chugged like his life depended on it.

"It's not the new year yet, dumbass," said Slash, "but I'll still drink to that."

"You guys," I shook my head. "This is a chance to start anew. To leave drugs and alcohol behind and better yourselves."

They all stared at me for a moment. Then we all burst out laughing.

"Did ya hear that?"

"God, and for a second I really thought you were serious!"

"Man, (Y/N), don't scare me like that!"

"As if that's gonna happen."

Only Izzy stayed quiet, keeping his eyes down and laughing to himself as he opened a can of beer for himself.

"Well? What's your resolution?" Axl demanded, raising his eyebrows at me.

"To party twice as hard as I did this year," I responded. They all raised their drinks in agreement.

I was at Axl's New Year's Eve party, along with the rest of GNR and a ton of random guests I bet Axl had found on the street.

"I'm bored," Steven complained. "Let's play truth or dare."

Slash and Duff groaned. "What is this, high school?"

Axl, however, was more than agreeable. "Yeah, I'll play. (Y/N), Iz? You in?"

I nodded, then looked over at Izzy. He shrugged and scooted off his seat on the couch, sitting on the floor with his legs stretched out in front of him. I took a seat next to him, with Steven and Axl sitting across from us. Duff rolled his eyes and sat in between Axl and I, while Slash huffed and sat next to Steven.

We started, going in a circle starting with Duff.

"Slash," Duff said, "truth or dare?"

"Dare," he replied.

"I dare you to give me a hundred bucks."

"That's not a real dare," he scoffed, but we all gazed expectantly at him. He groaned and handed the bill to Duff.

"Fucker. Well, Steven, truth or dare?"

"After that little trick you just learned? Truth."

"Pussy," Slash mumbled, then loudly said, "is it true you stole Axl's jacket because he accused you of missing a beat?"

Steven froze, then relaxed. "It's true. Bitch, I didn't miss shit."

"Language," Duff snapped, making us all stare at him. "Psych."

Steven laughed. "Axl, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to cut off a piece of your hair."

Everyone gave a loud, exaggerated gasp. Axl shook his head.

"First you steal my jacket, and now this?"

He ended up doing it, but it was barely noticeable. He took a piece out of the back.

This went on for a while. Izzy got dared to throw up his guitar and yell 'I'm the King of the World' right before he dared me to sing everything I had to say for the next ten minutes.

The game went on for a while. After about twenty more stupid truths and dares, the following occured:

"(Y/N), truth or dare?"

I took a swig from my bottle of booze and said, "do ya even have to ask? You already know; dare, all the way."

Duff raised his eyebrow at me. "Kiss Izzy."

"Man, this ain't high school," Steven said.

I was a little shocked, I'll admit. But my first real thought was Izzy.

"I will, but Izzy, we don't have to, if it makes you uncomf-"

I was abruptly cut off (right as I was setting my drink on the floor so I could turn to face him) by Izzy grabbing the back of my head and pressing our lips together.

Again, I was shocked stupid, but I was able to respond in a second by properly kissing him back. Then it took a little turn.

He scooted closer to me, and-- fueled by alcohol and the fact that he was hot and I was insanely attracted to him at the moment-- I responded by moving one leg around to straddle him, all while not breaking the kiss.

Izzy put his arms under mine and around my back, holding me close to him. I threaded my fingers through his black hair, now actually making out with him... in front of all the other guys, of which I was reminded by Steven.

"Yo, the rest of us are still sitting right here!"

"Yo..." Duff said, "I said kiss, not practically fuck."

Izzy laughed with his head down again, his hair falling into his eyes. His lips were a lot pinker, making him look all the more enticing.

Fuck, what the fuck was wrong with me? I shook my head, laughed, and told Duff to fuck off.

"Mind if I take this one from you, (Y/N)?" Izzy asked.

"Go for it," I said, leaning back.

"Axl," he said, "truth or dare?"

"Dare," the redhead said quickly.

"I dare you to kiss Duff."

"Aw, hell no," Axl laughed.

"Chicken?" Izzy taunted. Axl flipped him off and gingerly leaned over to Duff, pressing a very light kiss to his cheek.

Before any of us could protest that weak excuse for a kiss, Duff reacted at the speed of light. His eyes flashed opened and his hand snapped up and grabbed Axl's face. His head turned at a freakish speed and he firmly planted a kiss on Axl's lips.

We all exploded into gales of laughter and high-pitches shrieks. Axl's muffled protest only resulted in "mphgr!" which I could only guess was supposed to be "motherfucker!".

Duff let go. "Thought ya had me, didn't ya?"

Izzy shook his head. "For a second, but I should've known."

Axl looked up at Slash. "Truth or dare?"

"I ain't the one for that," he said. "Truth."

"Is it true you stole (Y/N)'s lunch money so you could buy yourself a sandwich?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to answer the question."

"Fuck you. Yeah, it was me. Sorry, (Y/N), here," he said, tossing a ten dollar bill at me. I rolled my eyes, handing it back to him.

"Broke-ass," I said under my breath. He refused to accept it back then.

"Axl," he said, "truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Is it true you're secretly in love with Duff and actually enjoyed that kiss?"

Highlights from the next few rounds included:

"Is Duff a good kisser?"

"Is Axl?"

"Is Duff secretly in love with Axl?"

"Is that why he did that?"

"How does it feel to finally kiss your secret love?"

"I think Izzy can answer that," Duff said in response to that last one, raising an eyebrow at the mentioned guitarist.

"Don't try turning this on me," he said, laughing. "This is all your fault. Deal with the consequences."

Axl opened his mouth to say something (probably ready to defend his true love), but was interrupted before he could say anything.

"Two minutes to the new year!" Someone called.

"I'm gonna go find someone to kiss," Axl said.

"Why? You already have Duff," Steven said.

"Yeah," Duff said. "Ya cheating on me?"

"Fuck you all," Axl said, staying in his place. "Especially you," he said to Duff.

"See, he wants to fuck him," Slash stage-whispered, making us all laugh and Axl bury his face in his hands.

While everyone else was simply dying of laughter, Izzy turned to me.

"Hey, since I'm guessing we both have no one to really welcome the new year with, and because I really enjoyed our earlier moment... I was wondering if you wanted to kiss me at midnight."

I smirked. "That's just an excuse to kiss me again. But that's okay. I would've asked had you not."

"No, you wouldn't have."

"Nah, I'm not that bold," I agreed, and we both laughed.

"So, is that a yes?" He asked.

"Yeah."

The radio Axl had tuned to some talk station started counting down five seconds later. The entire house began chanting.

"Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five... four... three... two... one! Happy New Year!"

Everyone cheered. I turned to Izzy and we both leaned in, our kiss slow and a lot more gentle this time.

When we broke apart, Duff was pulling Axl to him, but Axl was desperately trying to get away. He flailed his arms wildly, but it was no use. Duff managed to put his skinny-ass-self into a headlock, and promptly kissed the top of Axl's head.

"I'll kick your ass, I swear!" Axl said, cursing like a sailor on a stormy sea.

***

Hours Later

***

"Well, that was weird."

"Too weird. Let's never talk about that again."

We were sitting down in the living room, after passing out sometime around six a.m. and waking up about one-thirty p.m.

Duff was in the kitchen, raiding Axl's fridge for something to eat. Axl himself was sitting on the floor, humming some kind of tune. Steven was sitting in the chair, and Slash was on his back on the coffee table.

Izzy and I were on the couch. He had his arm behind me, settled on the back of the couch.

"So... are we allowed to ask?" Steven asked.

"What the hell are you asking permission for?" Slash huffed.

"Yeah, you're right. Well," Steven turned to face Izzy and I, "are you two a thing now?"

Axl's eyes shifted to us. Slash stilled expectantly. Duff poked his head out from the kitchen to look into the living room, waiting for an answer.

I wasn't sure what to say. I wasn't about to spill about what... how do I say... what we had spent the rest of the morning doing once most of the people had either left or passed out.

I noticed Izzy's arm was no longer around the back of the couch. It had moved.

It was now around me, his hand resting on my shoulder.

"Yeah," he said. "We are not taking any questions at this time and would appreciate a little privacy. The next opportunity for inquiries shall be... never, and you can kindly fuck off."

I laughed along with Steven and Slash. Axl seemed to really want to know what happened, and Duff was too busy munching on something to respond.

"Anyway, on to the next topic," I said, "when is the wedding going to be?"

"Wedding?"

I gestured to Axl, then to Duff, who had walked in with a mouth full of food and chips in hand and was now sitting on Stevens's seat's arm.

"We agreed not to talk about it," Axl said slowly.

"So you agree there's something, you just don't want to talk about it," Izzy laughed.

"Oh my God," Axl groaned, "I'm going back to sleep."

He left the room. Slash was already snoring, and Steven was nodding off in his chair.

Duff somehow fell asleep while sitting up, but of course he fell over. He landed on Steven, waking him up. The resulting yelp (and Duff's scream when he realized Stevens's crotch was in face) also woke Slash.

"Really, you guys, what happened? One kiss, and all of a sudden there's magic?" Steven asked once he'd shoved Duff off and recovered.

Izzy shrugged. "That's how it goes sometimes."

I nodded. "That, and he's great in bed."

They all turned to me with wide eyes, including Izzy.

"You should all see your faces. Idiots," I laughed.

"So... is-?"

"Don't finish that," Slash snapped. "We don't want to hear more... I don't know if you two actually did anything, and if you did, I sure as hell don't want to hear about it. I'm out."

He got up and retreated to another room. Steven said he'd be back later, then walked out the front door. And Duff had already passed out behind the seat.

Izzy turned to me and lightly kissed me, but that wasn't enough. I grabbed his shirt and roughly pulled him closer to me.

He moved his arm to hold me. Then he leaned toward me and suddenly flipped us over. Now he was on his back on the couch and I was on top of him. And he did this all without breaking the kiss; I was impressed.

"Alright," came a voice, "free live..."

"Fuck off, Duff!" Izzy groaned after pulling back. Crap, I'd forgotten about him.

"Well," Izzy said, sitting up, "I'm going to disown the band. It was fun. I'm quitting tomorrow."

Duff and I laughed, and before long Duff went upstairs to nap.

"Probably went to find Axl," Izzy muttered. I laughed, then kissed him again to shut him up.

Well, that was one hell of a way to welcome the new year.

Happy New Year! This was a little different, but I hope you like it. See ya soon!