Dirty Secret

Ask

Rufus hummed Hammer To Fall as he turned his drum key, tuning his floor tom. He heard the door to the practice room open and looked up to see Jake. "Oi, Jakey!" Rufus greeted, "What do I owe the pleasure?" "Hey, Ru." Jake replied, leaning against the wall, watching him tune, "Got a minute?" Rufus stood and smiled, "Absolutely, what's up?" Jake chewed his bottom lip, "I, uh, wanted to talk to you about Nikki." Rufus nodded coming out from behind his kit, "Yeah mate, I figured." He sit on the loveseat and waited for Jake to join him. "I'm guessing she already filled you in on last night." He said, pushing a hand through his hair. Rufus grinned, "Had to beat it out of her, but yeah." Jake snorted, "Look, man, I like her. Like I REALLY like her." Rufus ran a finger over his bottom lip, "Of course you like her, she's Nikki Stixx, but why are you telling ME?" "Because I got it from several good sources that it's best I get your approval before I even try." Jake said, shrugging. Rufus chuckled, "Ah, yes, the brother's Jones." Jake nodded. Rufus suddenly got serious, "Nikki is the most important person in my life. She's my best friend, my SISTER. I would do anything for her. I just don't want her getting hurt." He paused, "Do you know about Jokull?" Jake looked confused, "JJ Juliousson?" "Oh! Yeah, well, sort of, not any real details, just something about a bottle of Jim Beam and an assault charge." Rufus nodded, "Yeah, well, that should've been ME busting the thing over the cunt's head, but it just so happened I was in England when shit hit the fan." He pointed at Jake, "Kaleo didn't drop out of the tour because of Jonesy, mate, they dropped out because Jokull found out The Darkness signed on after them and if I see the fucker again... I'll kill him." Jake blinked, "Shit... what'd he do?" "If She wants to tell you, she can, it's not my place." Jake nodded, "Ill not see her go through that again, I CANT see her go through that again." Jake held his hands up in surrender, "I don't have any bad intentions man, I just wanna date her." Rufus chuckled, regaining his composure, "I know, mate, sorry, I just love her, ya know?" Jake smiled, "Yeah. I noticed." Rufus got serious again, "And for fucks sake, wrap your Johnson." Jake's eyes went wide, "What?" Rufus rolled his eyes, "She tells me everything, darling, EVERYTHING." Jake rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "I see." "You do that. Be good to her. Don't be a cunt. And we're square, mate." Rufus said, holding out his hand to him. Jake took it, shaking it. "You got it, man." Rufus nodded, satisfied, "So, you gonna ask her out, or just keep fucking her and assume you're an item?" Jake laughed out loud, "Well, I was gonna ask her after the show." Rufus leaned on his fist, "God help you, mate, you don't know what you're getting yourself into."

Jake watched Nikki drum from backstage. She was good. Really good. Very John Bonham. Sexy as fuck too, clad in only jean shorts and a black sports bra, her hair in a messy high ponytail, her skin glistening with perspiration, her muscles taught as she beat the skins expertly. "Damn good drummer!" Danny shouted beside him, watching as well. "Yeah! She is!" He yelled back with a grin. Caleb ended the song and spoke into the microphone, "Thank you Atlanta!" Loud cheering erupted as the boys tossed their picks into the crowd, Nikki came out from behind her kit, more cheering, and tossed her sticks, first one, then the other and waved, following her older brothers off the stage. Jake and Danny turned, taking off for the dressing rooms to get ready, they were next. Jake hoped he would be able to get his mind out of the gutter and put on a good show, he couldn't get the beautiful drummer out of his head. Josh noticed his twin's disconnection, smiling knowingly and leaning into him, "I do believe you've found the drummer to your beating heart, Jakey." He said, referencing their own lyrics. Jake rubbed his face, trying to hide his smile, and failing, "She's just... she's.." he tried to find words to explain her, but couldn't. Josh didn't mind, he placed a hand on his brother's shoulder, "I know." Sam came over, grabbing a bottle of water from the cooler in front of them, Josh waited until he went back to his bass before continuing, "Today's the day, huh, gonna ask her out?" Jake nodded, chewing his bottom lip anxiously, "How you gonna do it, write her a note, ask her to circle yes or no?" Jake snorted, "Not quite." He took out his juul, taking a long drag and blowing out, "I don't have a clue yet." Josh nodded, "She's just... like, she's..." Josh grinned and nodded again, "Yeah. I know."

The show was over, the boys all returned backstage, drenched in sweat and high on adrenaline. Jake did a quick scan of the common area, but didn't see Nikki. He felt a ping of disappointment, he really wanted to see her. It was probably for the best at that moment, however, he caught a whiff of Sam as he pushed by towards the dressing room, his nose wrinkled and he assumed he smelled similar. He needed to shower then find Nikki before the adrenaline wore off and he chickened out. He charged into the GVF dressing room and towards the tiny shower. He soaped up, thinking about her glistening body. The way she threw her head back while drumming was the same way she had thrown her head back as she'd rode him. He felt himself getting hard. Shit. He reached out and turned the water to cold, growling as the icy water hit his skin, but succeeding in making his hard on go away. He quickly rinsed and opened the curtain, grabbing his towel and drying off. He still had no idea how he was going to ask her. He pulled on clean underwear and jeans and his Church of Rock n Roll shirt. He wondered who would know where she was. He didn't see Rufus, no doubt the two were off somewhere together. He pulled on socks and his ever present Chelsea boots. Maybe one of her brothers were around. He crossed the dressing room, back to the common room and scanned. Bingo. Caleb sit on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, looking down at his phone. Jake strode to him, causing him to look up, "Sup Jake?" He greeted, lazily. "Not much, you uh.. seen Nikki?" Caleb grinned and looked back at his phone, "Yeah, she's on the bus with Ru, probably smoking weed and eating pizza." Jake nodded, "Thanks." Caleb gave a little wave, going back to his phone. He really hoped those two ended up together.

Jake opened the door to the Hard Knox bus and stepped up. Rufus and Nikki weren't in the living area, he turned and looked down the sleeping quarters, seeing Nikki's bedroom door opened a crack. He slowly made his way down the bus, he didn't hear anything. He pushed the door open, "Nikki?" He saw Rufus and Nikki sitting Indian style in her floor, a pizza box containing one slice of pizza left between them, staring hard at one another, saying nothing. "What are you doing?" He asked, frowning. The two still remained silent, not looking away from one another. "Stixx?" Jake asked, raising an eyebrow. Nikki grimaced and blinked, then immediately swore loudly, falling back as Rufus reacted the opposite, pumping his fist and cheering, scooping up the last slice and taking a big bite with a grin. "Thanks, mate." He said thickly to Jake, "Having a staring contest for the last bit." He held up his double cheese prize. Nikki snarled at Rufus, "You got lucky." He stood, "Pork pies, lovie." He winked at Jake, going by him, "I'll leave you lot alone.". After the door was shut, Jake looked down at Nikki, who was grinning up at him, "Hey." He said smiling, "Hey, stud." She replied. He cocked his head, "Sorry I lost you the last slice." She shrugged and held up a hand, "I've had enough, help me up." "Actually, I'll come to you." He said, stepping over to her and dropping to where Rufus had been, "I wanna ask you something." Nikki's eyes narrowed suspiciously, "What is it? I'm too stoned to talk about anything serious." Jake leaned back against the bed, taking her in. She had also showered, her long hair still damp, combed out, face scrubbed free of makeup, made her look 10 years younger. She wore an oversized Sam Cooke tshirt, that dropped off one shoulder, he noticed she only had on black panties underneath. "I watched you play earlier." He said, tearing his eyes away from her smooth legs, "You drum like Bonham." She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, "That's because I learned off Bonham." She scooted closer to him, "You play like Page." He rested his forehead on hers, "How do you know?" She grinned, "I watched you too." He couldn't wait anymore, his lips connected to hers like a magnet, her hand went behind his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. She tasted like pizza and Southern Comfort. His hand found her soft thigh, his thumb grazing the lacy fabric of her panties. She suddenly pulled back, "Wait. What did you want to ask me?" He blinked he had damn near forgot. His mouth opened, then shut, then opened again, "I, uh, I wanted to know if you maybe wanted to make this a thing?" He motioned to himself and to her, "Like, official?" She stared. Oh no. But she didn't say anything. "Stixx?" She gave a little jump, "Sorry, what? I was looking at your mouth." He chuckled, she was stoned. "Nikki." He said, taking her face and making her pay attention, "Let's be together." She smiled, "Yeah, okay." He kissed her again, then pulled away, "You got that right? You're not gonna forget when you're sober?" She giggled and shifted, slipping a leg over him, straddling him, "Guess you'll have to make sure I remember." He smirked. THAT he could do.