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He knows it’s wrong.
He knows it’s kinda fucked up.
Tommy knows he shouldn’t be pushing that second bottle of whiskey, or that extra line of coke, or whatever mystery pill was in the little baggie in his pocket, but he can’t help it. He’s a bit of an enabler, and Nikki doesn’t seem to know or care about his limits. Maybe he’s got too much trust in Tommy, or maybe he’s already too far gone to even think about stopping.
It’ll kill him one day.
He’ll kill him one day, but right now he’s not worried about it.
Nikki is blissfully fucked up beside him. His hair’s an utter mess, knots and tangles already forming in the bassist’s jet-black hair, and Tommy will regret the way he ruffles Nikki's bangs when he has to comb it all out tomorrow as Nikki sleeps off his hangover. He just wanted to see his eyes, adorned with the pretty black makeup that Tommy helped him apply earlier.
Fuck, Nikki’s so pretty like this- Eyes blown so wide from whatever drug that Tommy pushed towards him that they look entirely black. He looks entirely lost- Like he doesn’t even know where they are anymore, and perhaps that’s actually the case.
It’s okay.
Tommy’s here .
Tommy will take care of him, just like he always does.
Nikki slurs something unintelligible, but it sounds awful like let's get out of here and who would Tommy be if he didn't do just that? He'd do anything that Nikki asked him.
These were his favourite moments.
Nikki would hang off of him, gripping him loosely but with all the strength that the bassist still had in his body, and Tommy would hold him up. His hands would slip when holding Nikki sometimes, just to watch the bassist squirm and panic from not wanting to fall, but Tommy would always be there to catch him before his face hit the ground. He wouldn’t let Nikki get hurt. He had to protect him like a prized possession, because that’s what he was.
They would stumble through the hotel, giggling drunkenly until Tommy led them to their room where he would help Nikki in, and drop him against one of the two beds before walking back to the door and locking it for the night. No one would disturb them like this. This was Tommy’s time to be with the bassist.
Nikki could barely sit up on the bed, too fucked up on everything he consumed that night, but Tommy would appear in front of him, grin so wide and sweet as he holds up a fresh bindle of white powder.
“Want a bump?” Tommy asks, and Nikki’s too far gone already to say no, so he just nods his head weakly, and Tommy wouldn’t admit to anyone that this was his favourite part of every night; When Nikki was too high- too drunk- too absolutely sloshed that he became susceptible to everything Tommy tossed his way. ‘No’ wasn’t in Nikki’s vocabulary on nights like these, and Tommy took advantage of that.
So Tommy smiles, and it’s supposed to look sweet, but the muscles pull in his face in a way that makes it feel almost sinister, and Nikki doesn’t seem to notice the difference. Maybe he liked it. At least, that’s what Tommy tells himself as he opens the bindle of pretty white powder.
His body already feels warm, antsy- ready for what he knows will come after this. He pours himself a small bump on the back of his hand, just enough that he knows he would need, and he can feel the dazed-out stare of the bassist on him as Tommy brings his hand up to his own face to inhale the powder through his nose. The instant rush he gets feels like bliss , and he wonders why anyone would want to get clean from such a wonderful drug. It wouldn’t be them. Couldn’t be them. Not when Nikki stares at him longingly, waiting for his own taste as if he hasn’t already fucked up his nasal cavity enough that night with everything Tommy had given him.
Nikki’s so sweet like this, sitting in front of him and waiting patiently for Tommy to share the high with him, and Tommy doesn’t want to make him wait any longer, not when he can feel his heart rate start to speed up from the rush. So he pours more of the powder on the back of his hand than he did for himself, trying to make as neat of a line as he could for the bassist to clean up before stuffing whatever’s left of the bindle back into his pocket for later.
“Ready?” he breathes, and Nikki nods his head once again.
Tommy smiles at him, and it really is sweet this time. His spare hand comes up to slide into the back of the bassist’s hair, holding his head steady as he leads Nikki’s face closer to his hand. He doesn’t need to tell Nikki to vacuum up the mess of powder on his hand, because it’s almost second nature for the bassist now.
Nikki cleans up the line like it’s nothing, leaving only traces of powder behind for Tommy to lick off as Nikki tips his head back, but Tommy is right there in his face as the initial surge hits, capturing the bassist’s lips in a kiss as Nikki groans out, the sound tasting so delightful on his lips.
Tommy kisses him through the headrush, tugging his hair to angle Nikki’s head better to be able to kiss deeper, swallowing all the sounds that Nikki was letting escape. He nips on the bassist’s lips, licks across his teeth, presses in deeper to curl his tongue around the other’s, and steals every breath Nikki tries to take until the bassist is forced to turn his head to gasp for air.
Nikki’s got this dazed look in his eyes, like he can’t get any more fucked up- like he barely has the mind to know what’s going on, and Tommy loves him like this; when he’s so pliant and malleable, and all it takes is a gentle push to have Nikki falling back on the bed with a soft puff of air falling from his lips, still panting and lightheaded from the kiss.
God, Nikki’s fucking beautiful when he’s high. He’ll never get over it.
He will, however, get himself over Nikki because that’s his favourite place to be.
Nikki’s panting below him, rosy-cheeked and squirming as the high soaks into his system. He can’t lose him to it. He has to move quickly. Tommy leans down to capture Nikki’s lips in another kiss, and he relishes the moment that weak arms curl around the back of his neck, pulling him in closer, and he can’t help the groan that slips through his own lips.
“Are you feeling it?” Tommy breathes between them, licking over Nikki’s lips as they part to let out a groan. “Does it feel good?”
Nikki whines and Tommy takes that as a ‘yes’ . He smirks against the other’s lips, slips his hands under Nikki’s shirt, and kisses him through the whimper as Tommy’s fingers circle around his nipples, giving them a gentle pinch. He pulls the shirt up, breaking the kiss only to slide the fabric over Nikki's head before tossing it somewhere behind him. He couldn’t care less if the void sucked it in and claimed it, never to be seen again. The warm body below him, gasping as his lips move down the other’s neck, slowly kissing and claiming the skin as his own, is the only thing he cares about.
Tommy slides his hands down the bassist’s waist, and Nikki’s head tosses back when he sucks a mark into the sweet spot on his neck. He’ll get slack for leaving a visible mark that anyone could see tomorrow, but right now, Nikki whines like he wants more, like he wants to be covered in his marks, and Tommy struggles to hold himself back.
“Stay with me, Nikki” he whispers against the other's neck, his hands continuing to slide down the other’s waist until they hit his pants. “Just focus on me. Don’t think about anything else,” he says, knowing how easy it was for Nikki’s high to consume him fully, and as much as he wants Nikki in that pliant state of his high, he still wants Nikki to know that he is there with him. He wants to be the only thing on Nikki’s mind- to be his only thought through his high.
Nikki whimpers his name, and Tommy doesn’t waste another second before stripping the bassist entirely, tossing his pants off into the same void his shirt was probably in, and fuck- He knew Nikki was already getting needy, but the bassist’s fully hard and leaking precum as if Tommy’s been teasing him for hours. How long has Nikki been waiting for this to happen tonight?
Tommy chuckles almost sweetly, his hand quickly wrapping around the bassist’s cock to gently stroke, and Nikki’s breath hitches at the contact. “Look at you, you’re making such a mess and I've barely touched you.”
Nikki’s hips jump, trying to get Tommy to touch him more, but Tommy moves his spare hand to hold the bassist’s hips down instead.
“Patience, love. I’ll get you there, don’t worry.”
“Tommy… ‘m so high- ” Nikki whines, eyes blown so wide and unfocused that Tommy almost feels bad for putting him in that state.
“It’s okay baby, I’ve got you,” Tommy purrs, unable to help the corrupted way his lips curl up into a smirk, “Just focus on me. Focus on my touch and how good it makes you feel,” he says, tightening his hand around the bassist’s cock and stroking it with intent, swirling his palm over the head and digging his thumb into the slit to pull a gasp out of the bassist.
Nikki lets out a small cry, unlike any sound he would normally let out if he wasn’t so gone , and that’s precisely why Tommy loves him like this so much. Nikki was pliant and whiny above all else when he was this high, and if anyone knew the bassist, they knew that Nikki Sixx never whines, but Tommy… Tommy knew how to make the bassist cry in the best way.
His hand gives Nikki one more tight stroke, collecting the precum spilling from the tip before moving his hand lower and slathering the mess of precum over the bassist’s entrance. Nikki’s breath hitches and Tommy takes that as the chance to slip one of his fingers in, barely giving the bassist a chance to get used to the feeling before he starts moving. It’s tight , but Nikki loosens up quickly, pushing his hips back with breathy little sounds leaving his lips that definitely don’t help with Tommy’s restraint.
They might be too fucked up, and Nikki might be too far gone for his brain to register pain, but Tommy would never forgive himself if he didn’t properly stretch his lover before fucking him. It helps that when Tommy presses in a second and then eventually a third finger alongside the first, Nikki tosses his head back with a moan, exposing his throat for Tommy to mark up.
And Tommy does just that, scissoring his fingers inside of the other as he places open-mouthed kisses across the bassist’s neck. Nikki sounds so pretty panting against his ear, his normal deep voice replaced with something much more light and airy- whiny. It does unspeakable things to Tommy’s insides.
“Tommy… more,” Nikki whines, bucking his hips into every thrust of Tommy’s fingers.
“Needy, aren't you?” Tommy teases, pulling his fingers out of the bassist just to hear him whine at the loss. He doesn’t want to leave him empty for long though, not when the rush from the blow was making both their hearts race a mile a minute. So Tommy strips off his pants in record fashion, making sure to grab the mini bottle of lube in his pocket first before tossing the pants into the void with the rest of their clothing.
Nikki’s panting below him, eyes dazed and lidded, but still staring up at him with desire written across his face. Good. He still has Nikki’s attention. Still hasn’t lost him to the drugs, but he can see the way that Nikki wants to close his eyes to plunge into the depths of his high. He’s on the edge, and Tommy doesn’t want him falling off of it just yet.
“What do you want, Nikki?” he asks, trying to pull Nikki’s mind back to the forefront, because the last thing he wants is the bassist slipping into a coke-induced psychosis because he gave him too much blow and let his mind wander. It’s happened more often recently, but Tommy had a handle on it. He’s gotten better with it. He just had to make sure that Nikki’s mind stayed with him, and that Nikki’s thoughts and focus were directed toward Tommy. He would keep Nikki safe.
Nikki’s brows knit like he’s having trouble trying to find his words, his mouth opening and closing a few times. He’s too close. Pull him back in.
Tommy presses his hips forward, grinding into the others and pulling a breathy moan out of the bassist.
“Tommy-” Nikki gasps, “want you…”
“Yeah?” Tommy breathes, rolling his hips again, “What do you want me to do, baby?”
Nikki writhes on the bed below him, trying to close his thighs around Tommy’s hips to pull him in.
“Fuck me, Tommy… please,” Nikki moans, and Tommy wants to eat up every little sound that falls from the bassist’s lips.
Tommy grins, but his lips curl into more of a smirk- as he squeezes some of the lube onto his fingers to slick himself up, before wiping the excess across Nikki’s entrance in an almost impatient manner.
“I’ll fuck you, baby. I’ll fuck you real good, so just lay there and enjoy it. Tell me how good it feels to have me sinking into your heat,” Tommy says, pulling his eyes away from Nikki’s face for only a moment, just long enough to hold himself steady before ever so slowly pressing the head of his cock into the other. “Fuck, you're still tight,” Tommy groans, his grip on the bassist’s waist tightening as he sinks in deeper, pushing past the slight resistance. “Always so tight for me, baby, even when I fucked you so good this morning.”
Nikki’s hands scramble, gripping the sheets below him before reaching forward almost blindly to grasp Tommy instead, fingers digging into the drummer's thighs. “T-Tommy,” he whines, breath hitching as Tommy presses in to the hilt, their hips flush against one another.
The drummer was feeling particularly desirous tonight. He’s not sure why. Maybe it’s the way that Nikki stares up at him, facial expressions telling him that he’s the only one that can make Nikki feel the way that he’s feeling right now. Maybe it’s just the blow. Either way, he finds himself leaning down to lay a possessive claim on Nikki’s lips, teeth biting into the plush lower lip of the bassist just to hear him groan.
On nights when Nikki had that same look in his eye, Tommy would prefer to flip him over, press his face into the pillow, and grind in deep until Nikki’s thighs would shake, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of the bassist until Tommy tipped over that same breaking point, eventually emptying himself inside of the other.
Tonight though, Tommy wants to stare down at Nikki’s face as he fucks him from above. He wants to watch how every small moment inside the other has the bassist’s eyebrows knitting, how every push and pull has Nikki’s lips parting to let out little broken sounds of pleasure. He wants to watch as Nikki stares back up at him, eyes blown so wide as the pretty glistening tears of too much start to well up in his eyes. It scratches an itch inside the drummer that he doesn’t want to admit he has, but there was something about those drops of tears slipping down Nikki’s cheeks that always pushed Tommy close to the edge.
“You’re always so pretty like this, Nikki. It’s so fucking sexy,” Tommy groans, moving his hands up to grip either side of Nikki’s neck, panting across his red-bitten lips. Nikki moans as Tommy shifts to thrust in deeper and he swallows the sounds with another kiss, wanting to consume every sound that leaves the bassist. “God, I love you so much, Nikki.”
Nikki’s too far gone to be able to properly reply, but his fingers dig into Tommy’s arms, broken moans falling from his lips.
It’s good. So fucking good. He loves being able to render Nikki entirely speechless- entirely thoughtless- as he aims each thrust of his cock into that bundle of nerves that was sure to make the bassist see stars.
Nikki lets out a high-pitched keening sound, and Tommy looks down into the small space between them just in time to see Nikki cum, his thighs and hips trembling as the orgasm rips through him without warning. Tommy fucks him through it, moans falling from his own lips as Nikki tightens around him, and it’s almost enough to send him over the edge, but the night is still young, and he’s not done with Nikki just yet.
Nikki’s gasping on his own breaths as Tommy continues his thrusting. He knows he should probably pull out, should probably give the bassist a moment to catch his breath and soak in the glow from his orgasm, but he wants to see how far he can push Nikki before he breaks apart in his hold.
He knows it’s wrong.
He knows it’s kinda fucked up.
He loves Nikki, but perhaps a little too much.