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“Nikki?”
“Nikki?” Tommy says, shaking him with a bit more force.
Nikki doesn’t stir. A surge of fear pulses through Tommy. Did Nikki have an undiagnosed concussion or something, and slip into a coma? He’s heard that could happen. Maybe he’s just a deep sleeper?
“Nikki, wake up,” Tommy says, close to his face, slapping his less damaged cheek.
Nikki finally stirs with a groan.
“Thank god,” Tommy breathes. “Nikki, wake up.”
The bassist blinks his eyes open. Everything in front of him is vibrating, and sounds low and slow.
“Are you alright?” Tommy asks, pushing hair off of Nikki’s forehead.
“Tom?”
“Yeah. It’s me. Are you OK?”
“I’m good,” Nikki says, rubbing his hands over his face.
“Are you always this hard to wake up? I thought something was wrong.”
Nikki shifts himself to a sitting position and keeps his head down to avoid the feeling of everything shaking around him. “Sometimes I’m hard to wake up, but I’m gonna be honest with you, man. I took a relaxant.” His own words sound like they’re being spoken back at him.
“Valium?”
“Nah, something stronger, like an elephant tranquilizer or something.”
“Shit man, you’re only like the size of one elephant leg. I don’t know if I’d mess around with that shit. I got some Valium stashed away if you want it. My mom used to take it for a while, and then my dad told her to stop because he felt she was becoming addicted. She threw them out, and I pulled the bottle out of the garbage. I don’t know, man. Everyone’s mom was taking that shit. I didn’t see the big deal. So, maybe you can have my stash if you want.”
“I’m good, dude. Um, you say you got drum fills?” Nikki asks, still rubbing his face.
“Yeah. I had some ideas. Do you wanna hear them?”
“Maybe not right now unless you can get the beats to fall in sync with the vibrations in my head.”
“Do you need to lie down some more?”
“I think maybe I should.”
“Let me get you some water, first. Then lay back down and I’ll wake you up for dinner. Does that sound good?”
Nikki nods his head, as he eases himself back down.
Tommy gets up to get him a glass of water. He’s worried.
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Nikki sleeps for that extra hour and a half, and is finally beckoned for dinner by Tommy around 6:30. His surroundings seem more stable now, but he feels laden, distant, and maybe a little numb.
“I’m glad to know that you’re taking time for rest,” Mrs. Bass comments.
“Yes, ma’am. The school day kind of knocked me out,” Nikki replies, trying to keep his eyes open and focused.
“I hope that you have time and energy to get your studies done.”
“I have none today,” Nikki lies. He just doesn’t give a shit. And he can finish some stuff in study hall.
“Well, that worked out nicely for you.”
“Yeah, mom. And I’m done with homework so we’re going to listen to music tonight,” Tommy butts in.
“That’s fine.”
Dinner is uneventful. Nikki doesn’t want to eat much. Tommy, aware of this, steals stuff off of his plate when no one is looking. When finished, they go up to Tommy’s room. Nikki immediately flops down on the bed.
“Nikki, come on. You’re completely fucked,” Tommy says, in an exasperated tone.
“I know,” Nikki says, with a drowsy smile.
“It’s not funny. And I don’t think that you should take that shit anymore. I’ll give you my Valiums to relax,” Tommy insists, rubbing Nikki’s back.
“It’s all good.”
“No it’s not. You’re so damn numb that you don’t even realize that you’re lying on your injured ribs. Fucking turn yourself over.”
“Yeah, I guess. Let me sit up. You got something for me to hear?”
“No, we can do that tomorrow. It’s a little late to get fired up on my drums. I’ll put a record on though,” Tommy says, getting up and pulling out Led Zeppelin.
“Fuck man. I guess that pill did knock me on my ass. I’ll sleep well tonight,” Nikki says, now in a sitting position. “By the way, I talked to Cindy today about getting Mick’s phone number,” Nikki says, rubbing his hand through his greasy hair.
Tommy realized that Nikki hasn’t showered since being here, as he notices that his hair seems to just flop back down from the weight of dirt and oils in it. “Yeah? And?”
“And, I gotta fuck her to get the number,” Nikki answers, with a drowsy grin.
“Wait, what?”
“She wants me to come over to her house. That’s a way of letting me know that she wants to fuck.”
“I’ll ask her, Nikki. You don’t need to do that.”
“Nah, it’s OK. I can use a good fuck,” Nikki says, still mindlessly stroking his own head of hair.
Tommy frowns. He should be the one fucking Nikki, but he’s scared shitless. He still needs to have a talk about it, but not tonight. Nikki’s not all there, and Tommy wants honest and real information from him regarding intimacy.
“I can still ask her, so that it’s not hanging over your head.”
“Maybe... because we have to wait anyway, which is fucking stupid. She thinks I’m too ugly to fuck right now.”
“She said that?”
“Not her exact words, but my scabby face offends her.”
“God, she’s so fucking shallow. I don’t know what I ever saw in her.”
“I didn’t think that you ever saw anything in her, twink,” Nikki smirks.
“Don’t be a dick.”
“I’m not. I’m just saying, r-i-i-i-ght?” Nikki asks, raising his eyebrow.
“Whatever,” Tommy huffs. He knows Nikki is right, but doesn’t like the tone he used. He feels a sudden fear strike him, that maybe Nikki isn’t gay enough for him. He still wants to fuck girls. Maybe Tommy is just a boy toy for him. This thought makes him feel uncomfortable, and he might have to rethink his plan to talk about moving onto things beyond kissing. Tommy feels a twinge of jealousy that Nikki seems to be bisexual. At least he can get by in life and easily cover up the forbidden side of things.
“Don’t get mad. You just need to be true to who you are.”
“And you need to be true to who you are by facing your demons instead of numbing your soul with drugs that are strong enough to kill you.”
“Fuck you. You have no idea why I do what I do.”
“And you have no idea what I have to deal with, so stop telling me to just be true. It’s not that easy!” Tommy snaps.
Nikki just sits on the bed, flexing his jaw. He doesn’t respond.
Tommy softens, relaxing his angry posture. “I’m just worried about you. That’s all. I’m sorry,” Tommy says, hanging his head.
“I won’t take those fucking pills anymore, OK?”
“Would you be willing to exchange them with me for the Valium?”
“Sure,” Nikki says with an easy grin, not meaning it. Already plotting to find a way to sneak in here and find them.
Tommy breathes a sigh of relief. “Good. That makes me feel a lot better,” he says, smiling.
Tommy’s look of relief pains Nikki. He knows that he is looking out for his best interests. Maybe he should try to lay off the strong stuff. He started to get into some heavier drugs before leaving Seattle, but he backed off since being here, instead trying to focus on the stereo and letting the L.A. sunshine brighten his mood, not to mention Tommy. However what just happened two days ago was his breaking point. The physical injuries hurt. The psychological damage is worse. The drugs kill both types of pain. But that smile on Tommy’s face. He needs that more. It’s better than drugs. He tells himself that he’s going to try to lay off the numbing stuff, and just stick with the lightweights in the wide world of drugs.
“Hey, Nik. I did even better than you today; you know with you talking to Cindy. I talked to Vince,” Tommy says with a smug smile.
“Sweet. And?”
“Well, he’s interested. Just one problem, and we already knew it would be; he’s grounded for two more weeks.”
“Well, that might not be such a bad thing. One, we still need to reconnect with Mick. Two, I’m not in the best shape right now. And three, I need a fucking bass. I’m getting a little concerned about that.”
“I have a savings account. Maybe I can try to convince my parents to let me take some money out? I bet we can find something second-hand.”
“Don’t do that. Save your money. I’ll figure something out. I tune down a few strings on my guitar to badly mimic the bass. Barely works because if I tune down too much the strings go slack. There’s a fine line to find. It’s just for my songwriting, but I really need one soon before I lose my touch. It’s been about two months since I’ve had one in my hands. It has a much different feel than a guitar.”
“What happened to your old one?”
“I sold it.”
“For drugs?” Tommy dares to ask.
Nikki shrugs. “That definitely was a bonehead move.”
“Eh, all these things are just little hiccups. One day when we’re rich and famous, we’ll look back at this time and laugh.”
“Yeah. Come here.”
Tommy, who was sitting on the floor, crawls over towards the bed, and gets up on it; back against the wall, legs criss-crossed over Nikki’s legs, and soon leaning over to connect their lips. They kiss for a few minutes, until Tommy hears footsteps coming up the stairs.
Whoever it was, continued on their way, but this is all so risky to do here. Tommy thinks that he might have to start making better use of the back of his van, as his pounding heart begins to ease.
His van…. “Oh shit. Hey, lemme ask if my parents will let me drive to school.”
“OK. I guess I’ll wait here.”
“You know, I was thinking. Maybe a shower for you?” Tommy suggests, tugging on a tress of Nikki’s oily hair.
“Why, do I smell?” Nikki says, doing the sniff test on his armpit.
“No, not to me, but I guarantee my mom will get on your case.”
“I guess. OK. Lemme go down and get the things that I need,” Nikki says, slowly pulling himself up off the bed.
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As Tommy heads back upstairs to his bedroom, he’s excited to tell Nikki that he got a reluctant ‘yes’ that he can drive his van to school. If his parents catch wind of any funny business, like playing hooky, they’re back to taking the bus for the rest of the school year.
However, when Tommy reaches the top step, he soon forgets about the van. The shower water is running. That means that Nikki is in there… naked. Oh god, he’s NA-KED…… Tommy’s knees are weakening. He creeps over to the bathroom door and puts her ear up against it; perhaps hoping to hear him being naked?? He closes his eyes. A dab of drool is ready to dribble down his chin…
“What are you doing?”
Tommy nearly jumps out of his own clothes, startled to see his sister standing a few feet away.
“Uh, I was just trying to figure out how long he was going to be. I have to piss really badly. I was uh… waiting to hear if the water stopped,” Tommy says, thinking that sounds totally believable. Not actually maybe not at all. There’s zero percent chance that she’ll think there’s any bit of truth in that.
“What don’t you just use mom and dad’s bathroom, stupid? Duuuh.”
“Yeah, I was just going to do that,” Tommy says, with a nervous giggle.
“How about I wait here for him to get out,” Athena smiles, with a devious grin.
Tommy’s smile drops fast, and brows are furrowed in record time. “I told you to stay away from him! He doesn’t want you, and I would have to kill him if he did,” Tommy snarls.
“Just kidding, lamebrain,” Athena says, pushing Tommy. She steps away, sticks her tongue out, walks down two steps, turns back, and says, “He is hot though.” Then she runs fast down the rest of the steps.
“Stay away!” Tommy yells down from the top, pounding his fist on the wall.
All that is followed by some sort of hollering from their mom and dad downstairs, probably because they’re being loud and disruptive. Tommy doesn’t care; he goes into his room and slams his door shut. He takes a deep breath and locks it. Fuck! No, no, no. He’s supposed to be pretending to use the bathroom. Nah, forget it. His erection is in flux, but now that he’s in his room alone. It’s made up its mind to stick around; he’s not leaving the room now, for a false piss.
Tommy sits on his bed, and fishes out his container of Vaseline. He waits, sitting completely still for about a minute, to see if anyone from the family is on their way up to confront him about the sibling scuffle. He’s good. He would have heard something by now, but time is ticking. He figures he’s got a few minutes at least before Nikki comes out of the bathroom. Even if he shut the water off right now, it would still take him a few minutes to towel off and get dressed. Tommy’s hand-jiving-Nikki-fantasies are usually pretty shorted-lived. They never last as long as he hopes.
Tommy shimmies his sweatpants down, greases up, and lays his head back on his pillow. He thinks about Nikki in the shower…. Right now. Separated by a wall. He closes his eyes…
He’s soon facing Nikki’s back in the shower. Tommy wraps his aching hands around him; one hand stroking his soapy chest up to his neck. The other on the teasing zone; the crease between his thigh and hip. Nikki stiffens at the unexpected touch, as he inhales and holds it, as the sticky, hot steam swirls around him. Then his exhale comes out as a moan. Tommy moves his hand just slightly to take hold of Nikki’s pulsing erection. The bass player braces himself, breathlessly against the 70’s yellow gold-colored tiled wall, as he feels Tommy’s erection pressing up against him. They buck against each other, and then oops… the bar of soap is dropped. Who’s gonna pick it up?
“Don’t fret, baby doll. I’ll pick it up. I might need you to grip me by my hips, so that I don’t fall,” Nikki breathes out, sooo sensually, as he strokes underneath Tommy’s chin.
“Anything, my naked Roman god,” the Greek says, grabbing onto the expertly sculpted hips. He takes a deep breath, and pulls Nikki towards his body, as he takes a bow to grab a hold of the slippery ivory-color bar of suds.
“Oh, Tommy...it keeps slipping out of my hand. Hold me more firmly… closer, as I continue to stay bent at the hips, exposing my entrance…”
“Entrance! Wait! But, how… why…. where? Isn’t it supposed to be exit-only? I don’t know what to do? How… like isn’t it weird. Isn’t it messy? Like messy, messy? Am I missing something?” Tommy stammers.
“Dude! You’re fucking up your fantasy. Are you game or not?” Nikki asks, still bent, blinking away the water dripping into his eyes.
“I… I…” Fuck, Plan B, like STAT!
Tommy’s giant cock is instead suddenly enrobed in Nikki’s mouth. Deep in his throat. “Oh yeah, Nikki. That’s better. I’m good now. I’m really good…. Of fuck, oh fuck yes, you’re going to make me cum. Uh...uh… oh god, I’m cumming, Nikki. I’m cumming,” Tommy gasps.
He opens his eyes, lying on his bed, and stares down at his pearly load on the sock. The water shuts off. Tommy frantically tries to wipe the goop off. Maybe Nikki was right about the petroleum jelly. Cleaned up enough, he wads the sock up, and shoves it under his mattress for now. There’s no room in the secret chamber. He pulls up his pants, and unlocks his bedroom door. His mother has told him that he’s not to keep his bedroom locked, unless there’s a legitimate reason. There’s obvious distrust going on here, but this reason was pretty legit.
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Tommy walks around his room in a circle, air drumming, blowing off nervous energy, knowing that he’s probably going to come face to face with Nikki very soon, once he’s finished up in the bathroom. It’s the one downfall of living together. He used to have more time between coming down from his fantasies before seeing Nikki at school or to go out somewhere. Now, there’s no recovery time, and it’s awkward for him. Not that Nikki has even the slightest notion of what Tommy was doing, or does he?
The bedroom door suddenly flings open, and Nikki comes bounding in, shirtless, with a big grin on his face.
“Nikki! Oh my god. Where’s your shirt?”
“I don’t know. I guess I dropped it,” Nikki says shrugging, rivulets of water trailing down his shoulders from his wet hair.
“Well, you just can’t walk around here shirtless!”
“Why not?” That shower felt fucking great! I feel awake!” Nikki says stoked, pounding his upper chest with his fist (opposite the side of the bad ribs.)
“You just can’t. My sister, well she...um. Well, ok so my mother will like…. Well like, it’s weird. And my dad, he’s just gonna flip… you know because of my sister.”
“What the hell does all that mean? Fuck them. I thought that you might like it,” Nikki smiles even wider.
“Me? Oh…. well, yes. I mean no. I mean yes, but like...uuhhhh,” Tommy goes rooting through his t-shirts. “Just put this on, OK?” Tommy says handing over a shirt.
Nikki looks down at his friend’s pants. Tommy pulls the shirt back, and places in front of his groin, cheek burning red.
Fuck. Why’d I just do that? Now he knows that I know that he knows.
“Just give me the shirt, Tom,” Nikki says, holding his hand out, holding his smile.
Tommy hands it over.
“That’s better. You were blocking my view,” Nikki says, popping his eyebrows up.
“What view?” Tommy plays dumb, turning towards the bed to fiddle with some notebooks. “Oh, hey! I can drive to school tomorrow,” the subject-changer says, craning his neck to look back towards a now shirted Nikki.
Nikki doesn’t respond. He just comes up behind Tommy, and wraps his arms around him from the back; kissing his neck.
Tommy can feel Nikki’s erection pressing up against him; his own erection back at full strength already; plus he smells sooo good right now.
“Um, hey Nik. I figured, with me driving, that we can sleep in an extra 10 minutes tomorrow! Isn’t that ace!”
Nikki, feeling Tommy’s reluctance, unwraps his arms, and steps back.
“Yeah, 10 minutes of sleep. Great, man.”
“Well, you know. It’s another bonus.”
“Not the kind of bonus that excites me.”
“Come on, man. My family is home. All of them, and anyone can walk in at any moment.”
“Is there ever a time when nobody is fucking home?”
“Well, um… not usually. Maybe when they all go to church on Sunday. That’s about it.”
Nikki grins.
“No… no… we can’t. It’s church, man. They’re praying and kneeling and eating bread and shit. Like we can’t--”
“Why the fuck not? I’ll kneel and eat too.”
“Oh my god,” Tommy says, running a hand down his face. Um, OK. How many days away is that? So it’s Monday now. So that’s Tuesday, Wednesday, Thurs--” Tommy says, starting to count days on his fingers, until Nikki cuts him off.
“Don’t count down shit like that. You with me or are you not?”
“Yes. Um, but... Well, I um…”
“TOMMY!!”
“Oh shit. My dad’s calling me,” Tommy says, racing to the top of the stairs.
“What’s up dad?”
“I told you to take the garbage out after dinner! Why is it still here?”
“Coming! ...Uh, be right back, Nikki. Put a record on, OK?”
Nikki sighs, resolving that he’s going to spend those extra 10 minutes jerking off tonight. He ain’t getting anything.
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It’s 1:45am. Tommy lies awake in bed, starting at the ceiling. Why is he such a drip? He wants Nikki. Nikki wants him, at least it seems so. So, what’s the problem? Well, his family being around of course. They’d be so fucked if they were ever caught, both of them. Nikki would be out on his ass. Tommy would be grounded until he’s 30 and probably sent away to boarding school in the Swiss Alps.
Fuck… he’s knows that’s not really it, at least not the bulk of it. He’s nervous. He’s scared. He doesn’t know how to do it. It’s embarrassing. But, Tommy thinks that if he doesn’t act soon, Nikki is going to move on, and he’s going to enjoy his fuck with Cindy immensely. Tommy deserves him a lot more than Cindy does. Hell, what if he starts looking at Athena? She’s the closest looking thing to himself. Oh god no. That can’t happen, and if it does it’s all Tommy’s fault for not making a move. He gets out of bed, and tiptoes downstairs. It’s time to take action.
Tommy clicks open Nikki’s door. He’s asleep, messy and stretched out all over the place; one foot sticking out from underneath a blanket, and one arm dangling off the side of the bed.
Tommy stands and stares at him. He’s just too damn gorgeous, and it’s either now or never. OK, well maybe not for that yet, but Tommy’s just gotta have that talk.
He gets down to bedside level, and shakes his shoulder. Nikki stirs more easily this time. He opens his eyes, blinking, then props himself up on an elbow to face Tommy.
“What’s shakin’, man?” Nikki asks, droopy eyes.
“I don’t know. I just wanted to come down here to see you,” Tommy says, now sitting Indian-style on the area rug in front of the bed.
“Did you have to wake me up for that?” Nikki asks, knowing that Tommy’s got something more to reveal about his visit.
Tommy takes a deep breath, and just blurts it out. “Nikki, if we were to ever, you know, um like be together, like you know, um… naked or something. What do we do? Like how does that work? They don’t teach that in health class. I mean, they do, but not like that. And none of my friends--”
“Are you talking about gay sex?”
Tommy gulps, pulling hard on his hair. “I guess.”
Nikki cracks a smile; biting his tongue to stifle a laugh. Not that it’s funny, but it’s… Tommy being Tommy, and he loves his aloofness. “What are you worried about?” Nikki already knows.
“OK, so, there’s only one hole down there that can work, right? But you know, like people go to the bathroom.”
“Tommy... maybe it’s not for the faint of heart. But it so fucking amazing, that none of that matters. For one, you can clean up before, and you can clean up after. And two, you gotta use lube. A lot of it. It’s not like a girl’s pussy that’s all wet and juiced up for you. The lube is the primary thing that gets all over the place. Then you just wipe it up. But I’m telling you that it’s the most incredible fuck that you’ll ever experience. You’re not gonna be thinking about anything other than how amazing your orgasm is.”
Tommy nods, thinking about this for a moment. “Ok, but like… ok, so say you’re the one being fucked. The guy fucking you is getting off by getting the hell squeezed out of his own cock, and he’s obviously going to have an explosive orgasm, but how does that work for you? Like do you jerk yourself off while it’s happening?”
“You know about your P-spot, right?” Nikki asks.
“Where my urine is made?”
“No, not your piss. Your prostate, man.”
“Oh, isn’t that part of the male reproductive system?”
“Fuck the reproductive system. There’s no reproducing with gay sex anyway. Have you ever stimulated your prostate?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’d know, if you have. It’s your P-spot. Trigger that motherfucker, and you’re going to have the orgasm of your life. Like it takes over your whole body. And you might milk, but you don’t always cum. If you do cum though, it’s even better. That’s when you’re just sent into orbit.”
“How can you have an orgasm without shooting your cum? Isn’t that part of having sex?”
“Two different stimulations. You can do ‘em together. Sometimes it’s hard not to.”
“Oh. Well, I guess that I have some learning to do,” Tommy says biting his thumb nail. “And doesn’t it hurt?”
“It’s gonna hurt at first. Then it’s gonna feel good… really good.”
“It just seems like a lot in there at once. How bad does it hurt?”
Nikki flutters his fingers in front of Tommy. “When you start, you use these with lube to open it up. One at time, till you get used to each one.”
“All five?”
“If you want. Usually 3 is good enough to get you to where you need to be.”
“So I do that myself?”
“You can. It’s not going to be as easy and it’s not going to feel as good.”
“So, like your partner does it.”
Nikki nods. “Eventually, the more you do it, you won’t need as much fingering after a while.”
Tommy goes back to chewing his thumb nail, while looking at his other hand. “Oh, it just seems… I don’t know. Maybe awkward.”
“Like I said. It gets messy. It’s mostly the lube. Have you ever heard about those single-use wipes? I think they’re called Wet-Ones or some stupid name like that?’
Tommy shrugs.
“Well find ‘em and buy ‘em. They’re easy to use for a quick in between clean-up.”
“How do you know so much? Have you… like done it …. a lot?”
“I’ve done it… enough to know.”
“What are you, Nikki?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like straight and experimental? Or bi-sexual? Or gay and experimental?”
“I don’t like labels. I just want to do what I want to do. It doesn’t matter to me,” Nikki says, in a barely detectable perturbed tone.
“Why’s it so easy for you?”
“Nothing in my life is easy.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not upset. And don’t be sorry. I guess that I just don’t care as much about what people think about me because I have nothing to uphold. Everyone knows that I don’t matter. So what’s anything matter? It doesn’t,” Nikki says, running fingers along the mattress.
“I think you matter,” Tommy says, taking hold of Nikki’s rambling hand.
“Thanks…..” he shrugs. “Hey. Are you up for something?”
“Nikki, I don’t know if I’m ready. You know. It’s a school night, and I need to digest some of this. I… shit…. I--”
“We don’t have to do that. Let me show you something,” Nikki whispers.
“I just don’t know. Like I want to. Like badly, but I--”
“Tommy, I won’t go there. Do you trust me? “
Tommy nods.
“Get up on my bed. On your back,” Nikki says, getting up. “Can I take your sweatpants down?’
Tommy nods, with some reluctance.
Before pulling his pants down, Nikki climbs up on top of him to straddle his hips. He leans forward and kisses Tommy’s lips, then pulls away. “Just trust me. I’m not going to go in there. I promise. OK?” That bending forward action hurts, but Nikki doesn’t care. He’s been waiting for something like this.
“You feel so good on me now. We can just grind.”
“I think you messed your drawers far too many times. Let me do ya one better,” Nikki says, moving himself off so he can pull off Tommy’s sweats.
Nikki’s grin goes wide, and he hardly takes notice of his tongue dancing across his lips. “You’re amazing. Best I’ve ever seen,” Nikki whispers, as he returns to the bed, inching up from the bottom to get between Tommy’s legs. “Pull your knees up, and open ‘em for me.”
Tommy does what he’s told, closing his eyes, nervously waiting to see what Nikki is planning. He feels his friend moving in closer, and opens his eyes again, picking his head up to see. Nikki is kneeling between his legs. He runs his thumbs on Tommy’s creases; he shivers, followed by the feeling of soft kisses on his inner thighs.
Nikki then takes hold of Tommy’s shaft, and puts firm pressure on it. The drummer tenses up with pleasure. “More of that later. Open more for me.”
Tommy feels uncomfortably exposed, but whatever Nikki has for him, he wants it now more than anything. He watches the moonlight dance off of Nikki’s shiny, silky, flattened hair. He’s looking so damn sexy right now.
Once Tommy opens his legs further, Nikki palms his balls, and lifts them up to find what he’s looking for. Tommy grunts at the touch, and is jolted when he feels Nikki’s fingers dancing around behind his sack, pressing on the skin.
“You feel that?” Nikki asks.
“What is that?
“P-spot, baby. I can stim you from the outside. Just know that it feels 10x’s better from the inside.”
Nikki continues to massage Tommy’s prostate with his fingers, and then leans forward to also take Tommy’s cock into his mouth.
Tommy moans with pleasure, and now reaches down to run his fingers through Nikki’s softened hair.
After a few minutes, Tommy tells Nikki that he wants to cum.
Nikki backs off. “Hold it, baby. I know you can do it.” He brings his face back down between the open legs, and begins to lick Tommy from his P-spot to the back side of balls.
Tommy groans, and bears himself down towards Nikki’s face, to push himself further into his luscious, wet tongue. “Oh god, Nikki. Don’t stop that. Lick me. Eat me. Oh god. It feels so good.” He reaches for his own shaft. Nikki gently swats him away.
“Don’t touch it. You’ll make yourself cum. Just tell me when you’re feeling it, and I’ll finish you off.”
“OK. Ohhhhh…..”
After another couple of minutes, Tommy starts shaking; arching his back. “Oh god, Nikki. Oh Nikki… right there. Oh god.”
Nikki finishes devouring his friend with gusto, now going back to squeezing his cock. Tommy is shuddering and choking on his own gasps. Nikki knows he triggered his spot, and quickly moves his mouth back onto Tommy’s tip, which releases almost on contact. Nikki continues to suck on it intently for about the next 5 seconds, then eases off… lapping up anything he may have missed, as Tommy begins to calm.
Nikki picks his head up, and watches Tommy’s chest heaving, then moves his eyes to look upon his face. His hair is splayed around him, bottom lip quivering, beads of sweat rolling off his forehead, even though it’s chilly in the room. He’s perfect. Nikki gets himself back to a kneeling position, so he can dip into his own pants to beat his own. He spits into his hand. He’s so turned on, it just takes him a mere 20 seconds or so to cum, which shoots out onto Tommy’s shirt, which he never removed. Tommy watched, more than satisfied with the conclusion.
“Thank you,” Tommy whispers, realizing now that some of his moans were probably louder than they should have been.
“My pleasure. Truly,” Nikki breathes, leaning in, still between Tommy’s open legs to kiss him.
“I think we should get to bed. I wish I could stay down here.”
“I know,” Nikki smiles, pulling himself off of Tommy.
“See you again in a few hours,” the drummer says, putting his sweat pants back on.
Nikki smiles again, and leaves Tommy with one more kiss.
“I’m going to tell you right now. Avoid eye contact with me tomorrow morning. I swear, I’ll break out into the biggest grin, and my mom will get suspicious.
“OK. Whatever. Good night,” Nikki says, climbing back into his bed. He’s in pain, but more than satisfied.
Tommy tiptoes back to his bedroom, changes his shirt, and gets back into his own bed. Now he gets it.
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The next morning, Nikki does as Tommy asked, and avoids looking at him, as they eat breakfast; Athena is at the table, as well.
She gets up, and brings her bowl to the sink. “Hurry up, tarts. You’re gonna miss the bus.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m driving to school.”
“Mother! That’s not fair! He needs to drive me too!”
“No I don’t! Mom! Seriously, no!” Tommy pleads.
“Tommy, you’ll drive her on rainy days, if it’s really cold, or if she misses the bus. Fair?”
“Fine,” Tommy grunts. “Thank god, it barely rains.”
“Maybe I’ll miss the bus on purpose then,” Athena says, sticking her tongue out.
“Maybe I’ll just run you over instead,” Tommy growls.
“Kids, that’s enough. Athena, no lingering. Go catch the bus.”
She storms off, huffing.
“And you, Tommy. Be kind, or we’ll take this new privilege away before it even begins.”
“Yes, mom.” He says, getting up to put his own bowl in the sink; grabbing Nikki’s too. “Come on. Let’s go.”
They had a few minutes to spare. It’s no fun hanging out at home, when mom is lingering around.
Tommy hops in the van, and stretches over to pop the lock on Nikki’s side. As he’s leaning, he sees the dried up puddle of blood that was spilled out on his bench seat. It sends shivers up his spine. Tommy forgot about it. He quickly puts his book on top of the spot before Nikki can see it.
Tommy takes a deep breath. “This is cool, man. I hope that I can find a good parking spot,” he says, backing out of the driveway.
Nikki clicks the radio on. It’s Stevie Wonder’s “As.”
Tommy reaches his hand out to change the channel. Nikki smacks it away.
“I didn’t know you liked Motown.”
Nikki shrugs. “Would you believe me if I told you that my mom dated Richard Pryor for a brief period?”
“Wait. Richard Pryor, as in the comedian?”
“Yeah, him.”
“Are you for real?’
“Yeah, it was while we were living in Lake Tahoe.”
“You lived there too?”
“Told you, I lived all over. Anyway, my mom was working at a casino, and they met there.”
“Holy shit. So like you actually met him?”
“Yeah. He was one of the nice ones. Like, he made my mother happy. He was at our high rise apartment a handful of times. My sister was living with us at the time, and Richard would switch the motown station on whenever he came by. One day, this song came on, and he took hold of my mother, and danced around the room with her. I’m not sure if I’ve seen her laugh and smile so much. They looked so glamorous together, as they moved about. Richard let go of my mom, and took my little sister’s hands. She just laughed and squealed. He went back to my mom, and I took my sister in my arms. We laughed and danced. There’s just a handful of times when my mother was fun to be around. That was one of them,” Nikki recalls, tapping a cigarette out of the box, and lighting up.
“Why’d they break up?”
“As good as he was to her. He was also bad. There was rarely a day when they weren’t high or drunk together. And it wasn’t abnormal for them to just disappear for a few days, leaving me to care for my sister. He was nice, but they we’re too far lost into their blizzard of cocaine and booze to make anything lasting between themselves. It was really pretty fucked.”
“Your mom was a coke addict?”
“Only a coke addict would leave a 12 year old and 5 year old home alone for days.”
Tommy glances over, and sees a glassy shimmer in Nikki’s eyes, as he burns down his cigarette. He reaches over and takes hold of Nikki’s hand. Nikki curls his fingers into Tommy’s. Then looks over, smiles, and sings a single line, “Until we dream of life and life becomes a dream.”
Tommy presses back into Nikki’s hand, It’s the first time they’ve held hands just to hold hands, only pulling apart to shift. Between gears, they rest them on the seat, on top of the book, on top of the spilled blood.
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