Feelgood // Nikki Sixx X Tommy Lee

Chapter 3 - Strange Ride

Tommy -

This ride back to the hotel is pretty beat. That's unusual when we're coming off a good show. I think everyone is ready for a break. We have another show tomorrow night, then we fly to our next city. There will be a press interview that day, then a show that night, and then we'll have a day off. This is the best fucking job in the world. I can't think of anything that I'd rather do than this, but sometimes the daily grind of always having to be somewhere and do something wears you the fuck down.

We're about 45 minutes into the drive back. Over an hour to go. The limo is calm. Doc has dozed off, as has Vince, who's seated next to me. Fred, who never sleeps, is making small talk with Doug. Doug is leaving the tour for about a week tomorrow, to take care of things on the home front. He and Doc alternate days with us on the tour, sometimes overlapping. Mick is awake, sipping his vodka, deep in thought; probably thinking about getting back to the hotel to fuck our back-up singer, Emi.

Nikki is out, and gravity has caused him to slide head down onto Mick's side, almost his lap. I see Mick moving himself closer to the edge of the seat to move away from Nikki, but doing so further drops Nikki's head directly onto Mick's lap. If I was ever able to read someone's mind, it would be Mick's right about now. Annoyed, I know he's contemplating shoving Nikki off, or waking him up. So, I get to my feet, and motion to trade seats with him. Vince is asleep next to me, but secure in a position against the wall of the limo; he'll be no bother to Mick. Mick stands, telling me to enjoy Nikki's drool while wiping it off of his leather pants, leaving Nikki's head to drop onto the limo seat, not leaving me a place to sit. Mick nods as a gesture of thanks, then smirks at me and my problem. I try to wedge my body in from the end of the seat, towards Nikki's head to get under it. I attempt to lift him up from underneath his shoulder, but he's dead weight, and I'm at an awkward angle. I have no choice, but to either sit on him or nudge him awake. Slipping back out from the tight spot, I shake Nikki's shoulder to wake him. [Please don't punch me, as I brace myself]. He groans, picks his head up off the seat, props himself up on his left elbow to take in the scene. He seems confused. I used my hands to help keep him propped up while I slide myself back onto the seat. Then I pat my leg with one hand, and let go of him with the other, to indicate that he can lay his head back down. He props himself up again. I see him looking around the limo, only the soft track lights are on, and seeing everyone is mostly quiet, music turned on low volume, he decides to lay back down. That's my cue to lay towards the corner tabletop cabinet between the side seat and backwards facing seat behind the driver's partition. I wad up my jacket to use as a pillow. Another one down for the count.

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I'm awakened to a welcomed sensation between my legs. I sit up, and look down. Nikki is still laying on my lap, but had moved himself a little further up on it, so that he's prone across both my legs. He's twisted his body so that he's laying more flat on my lap on his chest, rather than on his side on his shoulder; his head still turned to the side facing out. His left arm is lying flat down the length of the side of his body and mine, in the crease of my lap. But his right arm is tucked underneath him, between my legs. He's stroking me on my package with his fingers. I am floored, which makes me think that he must not be awake. Does he know what he's doing? He would never initiate this while awake. Or would he?

I put my hand through his hair to garner his attention. I gather he's awake because I hear him breathe in deeply, and he picks his head up off my lap a bit. I lean down towards him and whisper "Nik, what's up?" He took his hand from between my legs, blindly reached up to grab my hair to pull me back down to him. I take the cue, and bend over, my face hovering over his, and he whispered back, barely audible, "I am," then places his hand back between my legs and continues his action on me. Touche, I think, as I swallow hard, red in the face, and look over at Mick. He's perched, leaning forward, hand up to his chin, like the "Thinker." He's not fazed by us, as he gazes out into empty space. Probably in a drunken stupor. I look back towards Fred and Doug. They're still talking, Doug, although sitting next to Nikki, has his back to us. Fred is somewhat obscured from view due to Doug's position. I think they failed to notice the minor interaction between me and Nikki talking to each other. As I start shifting a bit more, Fred now takes notice that I'm awake and peers around Doug to look at me, and says, "Welcome back to the world of the living. You must not have any sensation left in your legs." I choke. Why is he saying that to me that? What has he seen? I just stare at him feeling like I'm going to be sick. Then he says, "That lard ass has been laying across your lap for almost an hour, I'm surprised you still have circulation below the belt." Relieved he's not onto us.... I'm only thinking, oh, I definitely have circulation below the belt. Hell yes.