Through The Eyes Of

Turn About is Fair Play

Tommy's POV

Fuck man, there was nothing like a Crue party. We knew how the fuck to party. Few could hang with us. We usually were the last men always standing. Tonight wasn't much different. The party was winding down now. A few had gone home but most just passed out wherever they fell down. The floor was a sea of half naked partied out bodies. Only the coke heads remained awake, peeking over their shoulders as they talked.

I see that redheaded Axl Rose talking to the same redheaded chick he had been chatting with all night. They seemed pretty fucking into one another. I could tell they wanted to kiss. But sometimes the buildup is just as fucking fun as the pay off.

I spot a black ball in front of the fireplace that appeared to be a human body. I think it's that Izzy guy. I smirk to myself remembering the way he scoped out my dick last night. Yeah, he liked what he saw. What can I say, I can always become a porn star if this music thing doesn't work out. I decide to make my way over to see if it is him.

I start to step over bodies, heads, arms, and legs. I stable across a few, kick a couple of ribs and earn myself a string of curses. I finally it through without causing any fatalities. I sit on the hearth and dig into my pocket for a cigarette. I light it up and watch him sleeping. How did he make himself so fucking small? Hmmm, limber huh? I like that.

He reminded me of Nikki. And since you're curious about this shit, yes, I have a thing for Sixx. But there isn't a bi bone in his fucking body. And don't think it pleases me any to say that. I'd love to get a piece of Nikki, but that shit just wasn't going to fucking happen.

I reach out my bare foot and nudge Izzy's shoulder. He jerks to with his right hand going to his waist line.

"Fuck dude, are you strapped?" I ask jumping back a bit.

"What the fuck do you want?" He looks at me in confusion.

I smile, yeah, he definitely reminded me of Nikki.

"Thought you might be more comfortable in a bed," I shrug and exhale.

"Where's..."

"Oh he's busy," I interrupt him and motion to his redhead.

He gets as white as a sheet as he watches them smiling at one another. I can see jealousy all over his face. Behind it I see pain and longing.

"You want to get back at him?" I ask. "Turn about is fair play and all, right?"
Izzy's eyebrows crease, "Turn about?"

"I saw the way you were checking out my shit last night. I could tell it made you curious."I smirk and exhale.Tonight alone I had gotten like four or five blow jobs, but I wasn't yet satisfied. Tonight called for a little something extra. Namely a guitarist who reminded me of Nikki.

Izzy begins fumbling his pockets for what I assume is a cigarette.

"Want a cigarette?" I ask and hold out my pack.

He reaches for them but I pull them back.

"If you come upstairs you can have all the cigarettes you want."

He huffs at me, "If you think Im blowing you for a cigarette you're crazy. Fuck off."

Yeah, definately like my Nikki.

"Oh I had a little more than a blow job in mind," I wink.

His eyebrows furrow even more at me. "Are you going to give me a fucking smoke or not?"

"Come upstairs with me, show up your boyfriend over there. He hasn't even made it to first fucking base yet." I urge.

"You can't buy me with fucking cigarettes, this ain't jail man," he sighs and stands up.