When Rock Meets Melody (a Mötley Crüe fanfic)

Chapter 7 - Without You

Dr. Feelgood boosts the band's success to a new high. For Nikki, he's ready to throw a surprise for Melody at the MTV Video Music Awards.

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April 27th, 1990 - Melbourne, Australia:

Long story short, the band found out that I was dating Nikki after over a year.

Nikki and I had it planned out when the tour started: whenever we booked a hotel, I made sure to write down the number of my room, slide it into his pocket and wait until everyone was in their rooms before and after the shows for us to spend time together and be up to... shenanigans. 

Doing it as discreetly as possible without showing any sign of NDA proved to pay off, but I guess it would get difficult as long as we stick to the number one rule. 

Don't get caught.

Well, during the third leg of the Dr. Feelgood tour in Australia, we had a break amid rehearsals.

Nikki was dressed in a black shirt that said "LIVE" in capital letters underneath a leather jacket, matching-coloured leather-ripped pants, and black boots. On his neck was a chain with a ring dangling in the middle. He dragged me off stage to help him find his "missing pic," only to grab my hand, race to his dressing room, and we went at it like animals on the floor.

Yes, a lot of sex on that tour.

We were in the midst of an intimate moment, lost in our world. His hands were in my hair, and I felt his body pressed against mine. Our lips met, and for a moment, time stood still.

"Hey, Nikki," I whispered, my voice barely audible amidst the rising intensity. "We need to get back out there. The rest of the band are probably looking for you."

But Nikki's hunger for me was insatiable. He let out a low growl of protest, his lips trailing a path along my neck, leaving a trail of hickeys in their wake, and then his hands explored my body with a hunger that made it hard to resist. My protests grew weaker as the sensations overwhelmed me, and I found myself lost in the depths of our shared desire.

Nikki paused for a moment, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. 

"Let them wait," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

However long we were in there, it turned out I was right. Just then, Tommy swung open the dressing room door, and a shocked expression spread across his face. Vince and Mick, who were right behind him, froze in their tracks as they took in the sight before them. 

A surprise flushed Nikki and me with embarrassment during our intimate moment.

"Hey, Sixx, what's taking you so long to— Oh, shit!" Tommy exclaimed, his laughter mixing with the shocked gasps of Vince and Mick.

With a gasp, I quickly pulled away from Nikki, my face flushing with embarrassment. I reached for the nearest piece of clothing, which was his shirt, and covered myself as best I could. Nikki, too, scrambled to compose himself and quickly zipped up his pants, a mix of surprise and annoyance crossing his face.

"What the fuck, dudes? Can't you knock and wait for a response?" The bassist snapped, his voice filled with annoyance and frustration.

"How... did this happen?" Vince blurted out, his voice a mix of shock and disbelief.