How To Train a Rockstar (Complete)

Step 010: Rehearse Your Masterpieces Often

Nikki left his room after getting dressed for the day.

As he came down the hallway, he heard Vince and Tommy talking in the kitchen, "Hey, if you ever wanna turn him on call him Sixxy."

Nikki didn't put together who they were talking about (like a fucking dumbass), he disregarded it as the tail end of a conversation topic.

"I don't think I'm gonna do that."

"So, Dude, how are you still a virgin? You like, waiting for marriage or something?" He heard Tommy say.

"Actually, no. More of just, uh...maybe I'd rather not explain." Vince spoke softly, Nikki crept a bit closer to the door to hear better, yet still keep a safe distance away. He was curious.

"It it a self-esteem issue? If you're worried your dick is small, whip it out and I'll tell you."

"I'm not going to do that, Tommy."

"I've seen it in the locker room back in high school anyway. And, if I remember correctly, you've got a pretty nice one. Like, I'd let you fuck my ass with that thing."

Nikki bit his lip. He wished he could see it and confirm what Tommy said.

"Tommy, can we please talk about something else." Vince urged, the clatter of kitchen utensils following his words, "I'm uncomfortable."

"Geez, fine. So, what do you think about Nikki? He's got huge thighs, right?"

"I haven't really noticed his thighs. But he's really sweet. I really can't thank him enough for everything he's given me. A roof, a bed, a band, a kitchen, friends." There was a pause, Nikki entered the kitchen. Vince stood over the sink, idly washing dishes while wearing the spotless white apron around his waist. It was almost as if he was bragging about his cleanliness "Tommy, what do you think about Mick?"

Tommy was perched on the kitchen counter. He let out a low chuckle, too lost in his thoughts to notice Nikki's presence, "I fucking love him, dude. Just, so, fucking, much. Man, I just wanna hug him, and kiss him, AND MAKE LOVE TO HIM ALL TROUGH THE NIGHT!"

"Yo Tommy." Nikki quietly said to alert him.

He squealed in an effeminate voice, squeezing the section of countertop between his legs with one hand, and tightly grasping the strap of his white tank top with the other., "I just want him! So fucking badly!" Tommy smiled widely at his fantasies, and moaned a bit. He spotted Nikki and gave him a look, "'Sup Nikki....HOLY SHIT NIKKI WHEN DID YOU GET HERE!"

"He literally just walked in two seconds ago." Vince said for Nikki, flashing a sweet little smile at him.

"So you heard everything I said, huh." He ducked his head, ashamed.

"I heard it too." Mick stood in the doorway, "I mean, I knew you liked me, but geez you're kinda..."

"Fuck fuck shit fuck shit fuck fuck." Tommy pressed his hand to his forehead, resting his elbows on his knees, "Well, I just embarrassed myself."

"It's alright, Tommy," Vince slipped off the blue rubber gloves and patted Tommy's knee like he was a crying child, "We don't think any less of you. You're still our friend."

Nikki snorted obnoxiously.

"Nikki." Vince said sternly, "Don't make fun of him, he's just a little lovestruck is all."

"Don't waste your time lecturing these two kids." Mick huffed, "Can't we just go play now?"

"Yeah, yeah," Vince reached back and untied his apron, folded it neatly and gently placed it on the table.