Bandom One-shots book 3

Under The Stars (Terrorcest)

The night was alive with the sounds of laughter and music echoing from the backstage area. I leaned against the side of the tour bus, a cold beer in hand, watching the chaotic energy of our crew winding down after another electrifying show. The stars twinkled above, a backdrop to the wild world of rock and roll we inhabited.

I glanced over at Nikki, who was sitting on the steps of the bus, his guitar resting on his knee. He strummed a few chords absentmindedly, a look of concentration on his face. There was something about those moments with him—when the chaos of the world faded away, and it was just us, lost in our thoughts.

"Hey, what's up, Sixx?" I called, taking a swig from my beer. "You look deep in thought."

He looked up, a small smile breaking through his usual cool demeanor. "Just trying to come up with something new. You know how it is."

I walked over and plopped down beside him, nudging him playfully. "You're always coming up with something new. You're a damn genius."

"Yeah, right," he chuckled, but I could see the faint hint of pride in his eyes. "I just like to mess around. This tour is going to be legendary, and I want to make sure our sound matches that."

"Trust me, it already does," I said, leaning back on my hands and gazing up at the stars. "We're killing it out there."

There was a comfortable silence between us, the kind that felt easy and familiar. I watched him as he continued to strum, the moonlight casting a soft glow on his face. Nikki had always had this intense energy, a dark charisma that drew me in. Even after all these years, I found myself captivated by him.

"You know," I began, my voice slightly hesitant, "it's not just the music that makes this tour special for me. It's moments like this. Just us."

He paused, looking over at me with those deep, expressive eyes. "Yeah? I feel that too."

"I mean, we've been through so much together," I continued, feeling a rush of emotions. "From the highs to the lows. You've always been my anchor, Nikki."

His expression softened, and for a moment, the laughter and noise of the world around us faded into the background. "I get that, Tommy. You keep me grounded, even when everything feels chaotic."

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me. "You know what? We make a hell of a team."

"Always have," he replied, a hint of seriousness in his tone. "And we always will."

There was an undeniable connection between us, something deeper than friendship or camaraderie. It was a bond forged in the fire of our experiences—our shared dreams, struggles, and the countless nights spent living life to the fullest.

Without thinking, I reached out, placing my hand on his knee. It felt natural, a simple gesture that spoke volumes. Nikki's gaze flickered down to my hand before meeting my eyes again, a mixture of surprise and something deeper lurking beneath the surface.

"Tommy..." he started, his voice a little shaky. I could sense the weight of what was unsaid hanging in the air between us.

I took a deep breath, my heart racing. "I don't want to hide how I feel anymore. You mean so much to me, Nikki. More than I ever let on."

His expression softened, and I could see the walls he usually kept up beginning to crumble. "I've felt the same way for a long time. I just didn't know how to say it."

"Then let's not overthink it," I suggested, my pulse quickening. "We're in this together, right? Whatever it is we have, we can figure it out."

He nodded slowly, a smile creeping onto his face. "Yeah, together."

In that moment, everything felt right. The world outside the bus faded away, leaving just the two of us under the stars, our hearts laid bare. I leaned closer, our shoulders brushing, and I felt a spark of electricity between us. And I kissed him he immediately kissed back, melting into the kiss. As we pulled away I smiled at him. 

"Let's make this tour the best one yet," I said softly, knowing that whatever happened next, I wanted him by my side.

"Count on it," he replied, a newfound intensity in his gaze.

As we sat there, surrounded by the remnants of our rock and roll dreams, I knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter for us—one filled with music, connection, and the freedom to be ourselves.