Gateway Drug | Volume I

Gateway Drug | Part Twenty-Four

Warning(s):
Explicit language
Drug abuse
Sexual situations

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They performed at the Monsters of Rock festival in Europe in August, and were beginning to be recognized on the streets at home more and more.

Nikki was beginning to dodge questions about our relationship in terms of groupies, while Tansy was dodging questions of rumors concerning the Miss December cover, mainly because she hadn't been given the green light from Playboy to confirm she got it.

I also think she avoided talking about it publicly because she was embarrassed deep down. Women who posed and were comfortable with it were one thing, but Tansy was never as comfortable with it as she wanted us to think.

By the time everyone got back to L.A., the guys started in on a new album.

I wake up to low, soft strumming of bass notes, seeing Nikki sitting on the foot of the bed with his bare back to me with a notepad beside him.


Every night, even if he's too messed up to barely function properly, he's insisting on sex, and attempts to make it as good as he possibly can, as if he still feels guilty for what he said to me when we were fighting over the Tansy situation.

Pulling the covers up to my chest, I crawl to the foot of the bed, wrapping my arms around his torso, my lips pressing to his shoulder. 
He stops playing, his concentration slated, and looks at me from over his shoulder.


"Good afternoon." He tells me with a little chuckle.


I rarely sleep later than him, and judging by the decline of sunlight through the window, it's probably near five o'clock.


"Good afternoon." I reply as he sets his bass aside, his hand reaching behind him pull me around to him so he can kiss me.


It's sweet, but still rough in his Nikki way, and when we pull away from each other, I'm grinning mischievously, and pushing him back on the mattress.


I straddle him, and he laughs with a tone that emphasizes that he likes where this is going.


"Again?" He asks me in near disbelief, pulling my lips down to his. 

"Mmhmm." I hum while his lips are against mine, my hands unraveling the sheet from my body.


When we finish our three-hour warm up, we clean up and start getting ready to go out.


"Is it safe?!" Robbin calls from the other side of the bedroom door a couples minutes after I step in to the bedroom from the bathroom.


"Define 'safe'." I say back, getting a wink from Nikki as he fluffs his wet hair with his towel after he gets his pants on.


"You two aren't fuckin' anymore!" Robbin tells me.


I roll my eyes and look at the closed door.


"Yes, it's saf—" I can't finish because Nikki's suddenly pushing me to the bed, getting on his knees on the floor, and burying his face between my legs just as the door cracks open. "Wait, wait, never mind!" I yell, trying to stay focused on warning Robbin, which is hard to do when Nikki's eating me like he's starving. 
"I'm tired of you guys thinking you're sixteen again, and you're not!" Robbin slams the door like a pouting kid, and I hold back laughter, arching my back and taking a deep breath as reality dissipates around Nikki and me.


After thirty minutes, I'm getting back in to the shower to rinse of my own sweat and cum, stepping back in to the bedroom, as Robbin is just leaving.