Tommy's curious about kissing "dudes"...
“So, you know, your tits are pretty amazing,” Tommy told the girl he was with.
“Oh?” she giggled. He nodded and licked his lips a little.
“Yeah. Like, they’re a 10 outta 10, baby,” he said.
“Thank you,” she gave him a sultry smile.
“No problem. I’d love to see ‘em outta that shirt, how about you n’ me go upsta-” he was cut off as a bottle hit him square in the back of his head. He reeled back with a gasp as his vision went black for a split second. He stumbled into a big bald man and landed flat on his bony ass.
“SO YOU THINK YOU’RE SO FUCKING HARDCORE?” Nikki shouted up at the big, blocky man he was trying to fight. He ignored Nikki. “‘CUS YOU AREN’T. YOU’RE JU… YOU’RE JUS’ A LIL’ FUCKIN’ PUSSY!” Nikki continued shouting in the way he did when he was drunk, pissed off, and a little high.
The man, standing somewhere between 6’3 and 6’6 had a few good inches on Nikki and did not look amused. His broad shoulders turned and Nikki’s vision was obstructed. Nikki blinked a few times before he realized he was now looking at the man’s back.
“HEY, FUCKER!” Nikki spat, grabbing the burly man’s shoulder and yanking him around to face him.
“What the fuck do you want, faggot?” the man grumbled in a deep voice. He took a sip of his beer, never taking his steely eyes off Nikki’s unfocused green ones.
“I wanna know why the /fuck /you’re sushh a goddamn pussy!” Nikki slurred. The man rolled his eyes and turned again, picking up a conversation with his girlfriend. Nikki was pissed. His eyebrows were set so low over his eyes he found it even more difficult to see past his bangs than usual. But he couldn’t remember how to unfurrow his brow.
And suddenly Nikki was slammed hard against the wall, being held by his throat. His eyes went wide and he sobered up as a chunk of drywall hit him in the head from the impact. His flailing boots dangled at least half a foot off the ground. He tried to speak but all that came out were strangled cries.
The big, burly man had one hand wrapped almost all the way around Nikki’s throat. Nikki strained against the huge hand, pushing at it with both of his own and gritting his teeth. He tried to breathe in and couldn’t. He felt the pressure building up in his head and attempted to gasp for air again. He looked down at his assailant, meeting his murderous grey eyes with his own panicked green ones.
“Stop strugglin’, Nancy, or I’ll snap yer little chicken neck,” the man growled lowly, tightening his hold on Nikki’s neck. Nikki squeezed his eyes shut.
“F-” Nikki choked out painfully, “FUCK YOU,” he managed.
“/Hey/!” Nikki saw Tommy pop up, presumably from the ground, out of the corner of his eye. “I said,/ hey/! Dude, what are you doin’ to Sixx?! Stop it, man! What the fuck!” Tommy grabbed the big man's arm and pulled as hard as he could.
“T-Tahh,” Nikki tried to choke out Tommy's name, a call for help.
“Fuck off, I’m teachin’ this punk a lesson. Nobody fuckin’ hits Rex,” the man, Rex apparently, snarled.
Nikki furrowed his brow in pain and confusion. He hadn’t hit Rex. The edges of his vision were going black and he weakly slapped at Rex’s meaty hands.
“No, no, no! Fucker, listen! He didn’t hit you, I fell into your arm! I’m sorry! Just fuckin’ let Sixx go!” Tommy tried to pry the guy’s hands off of Nikki’s throat.
“Piss off, pretty boy,” Rex snapped.
Tommy snarled and his fist connected with Rex’s big fuckin’ square head. Rex released his grip on Nikki’s throat as he staggered back.
Nikki fell like a ragdoll. He lay flat on his back on the dirty carpet, taking in as much air as he could. He gingerly lay a hand on his throat when he gathered the strength.
Rex’s huge fist drove into Tommy’s face twice in quick succession and Tommy flew to the ground. “I’m fuckin’ outta here. Fuckin’ pussies,” Rex snarled, grabbed his woman, and stormed out the door before Tommy could collect himself.
“Shit…” Tommy hissed, holding the right side of his face. Blood was trickling out of his nose and a huge red mark was already visible from his temple to his cheekbone to his jaw. He scrambled up and kneeled down next to Nikki, who had managed to pull himself up into a sitting position. He touched his fingers to Nikki’s throat timidly. “Fuck… You okay, Sixx?” he asked.
“Fine. Thanks for the-” he paused to cough “-help,” Nikki croaked. Tommy stood up, his knees popping.
“No. Sorry for startin’ it,” he held out his hand to help Nikki up. Nikki grabbed it and shakily hoisted himself into a wobbly stance. Tommy grabbed Nikki’s wrist and pulled his arm over his shoulder.
“Nah, I was already fuckin’ with ‘im…” Nikki muttered, “My fault.”
Tommy helped Nikki walk into the kitchen. Nikki smiled in thanks and separated from Tommy, limping over to the fridge. He bent over and looked through that and the freezer. He sighed in defeat and shut the doors, bringing out two mildly cool beers. He gestured to the front door. “Let’s get some fresh air,” he said. Tommy wiped a little blood from his mouth with his thumb and nodded.
They walked through the always-open front door and settled on the front stoop. Nikki set his beer next to him. He grabbed Tommy’s hand that was holding his injured face and gently pulled it away. He whistled through his teeth.
“Pretty colors,” Nikki remarked.
“Don’t be a smartass, Sixx. Your bruises are way worse. They look like a hand,” Tommy snorted. Nikki shrugged and put the second beer against Tommy’s face and held it there. Tommy sighed and leaned his face into the cool glass. He shut his eyes.
“We don’t have any ice or frozen peas or steaks or anything,” Nikki said sadly.
“Duh. We never have anything,” Tommy laughed softly, not bothering to open his eyes. Nikki leaned his head against Tommy’s for a moment in a pseudo-hug. Tommy smiled and took the beer from Nikki, holding it against his own face now. They sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, the only sounds were occasional sips of beer from Nikki.
A couple of girls across the street drew both boys’ attention. They silently watched the two grin and playfully shove each other. They appeared to be taking a walk. Suddenly, one girl stopped right in front of the other. The second girl giggled and seemed to ask what the first was doing. The first leaned in and gave her a kiss. The second girl smiled and took the first’s hand. It was a sweet scene.
“Dude we live near lesbians,” Nikki said with a shit-eating grin on his face, “We gotta find out if they like threesomes…”
“I think it’s sweet, Nikki. Don’t ruin it,” the hopeless romantic sighed and softly punched Nikki in the arm.
“Ah, come on! Lesbians are hot,” Nikki snickered.
“Yeah, I guess. You know…. I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to kiss another guy,” Tommy said. Nikki started laughing, but when he looked over at Tommy, Tommy’s face was serious. Nikki stopped laughing.
“Tommy you kiss dudes all the time,” he said flatly.
“Well, yeah. On the cheek. And once I did miss my friend’s cheek and get his mouth, but that’s besides the point. I mean really /kiss /a guy. I wanna know what a girl feels when I kiss her…. Is that weird? I mean, gay guys and lesbians have to have something right…. right?” Tommy asked anxiously, looking deep into Nikki’s eyes for a sign of assurance and acceptance.
“Uhh…” Nikki looked away from Tommy and popped his beer in his mouth as an excuse to stay silent.
“Yeah… I know it’s fuckin’ weird. Sorry…” Tommy mumbled and looked miserably into his hands, knowing he had just made everything awkward. He pulled the now-warm beer off his bruise and popped it open, taking a big gulp and frowning deeply.
Nikki groaned inwardly. He felt terrible. Tommy always voiced his truest opinion around him because he knew Nikki would always accept him. He felt like a terrible friend. And what Tommy had said, while awkward, hadn’t been entirely that weird. Everyone had thoughts like that. Most people just filter them out before they reach their mouths.
Everyone wondered about kissing another dude.
Everyone imagined how it would feel. A little rougher than kissing a girl, maybe.
Everyone imagined how kissing their best friend would feel.
Everyone imagined the exact way their best friend’s red lipstick would smear across his face, the exact way it would feel if he hadn’t shaved in a couple of days, the exact way he would taste and the-
“Nikki…. I’m just gonna go inside, okay?” Tommy said. Nikki looked up at him and he looked so sad that Nikki grabbed his wrist.
“No don’t,” he blurted. Tommy smiled a small smile. Nikki returned it.
Tommy settled back into his spot on the cracked concrete of the porch, scooting a little closer to Nikki. All he had needed was a little assurance that Nikki didn’t hate him or think he was gross or something.
He hadn’t meant to make things awkward. Tommy just had a hard time filtering his thoughts around Nikki because he trusted him so completely. He knew Nikki would never misjudge him.
Which is why his silence was scary.
He had wanted Nikki to misjudge his statement. Harmless curiosity about kissing other men, that’s what Nikki was supposed to think.
But in truth, Tommy’s thoughts were a little less broad. Kissing men about his age, maybe.
Or men who knew him well.
The man that knew him best.
Just that one. Not any others.
“I like how we can actually see stars tonight,” Nikki broke through the silence.
He was attempting to take the awkwardness off Tommy’s shoulders. It was a harmless question, Tommy shouldn’t feel bad for asking. But just talking wasn't going to help...
“Yeah. Usually it’s so bright that you can’t see the-” he trailed off as cold, trembling lips pressed themselves ever-so-gently against his own. The beer he was holding fell to the cement and rolled off down the steps, eventually shattering at the end. The kiss was so gentle his eyes fluttered shut involuntarily.
Nikki pulled back a little, testing Tommy’s involvement. Tommy followed him forward with a little sound. Nikki took his chance and deepened the kiss, scooting as close as he could. He put his hand as delicately as possible on Tommy’s bruised face.
Nikki’s icy hand felt good against his face and Tommy tilted his head to the right a little more, pressing against it. Nikki mimicked the tilt. He nibbled softly on Tommy’s lower lip, easing his way into an even deeper kiss. Tommy let out a happy sound and put his hands on Nikki’s ribs, sliding them down to his hips.
Nikki removed his hand from Tommy’s face and locked his arms around Tommy’s neck, pulling him close with a quiet groan. Tommy responded with a groan of his own and a hand moving down to Nikki’s thigh.
Nikki bit Tommy’s lip hard enough that the wound form being punched reopened. Tommy gasped and shuddered. He pulled back to catch his breath and leaned forward to kiss Nikki’s jaw. He hesitantly placed a couple butterfly kisses on Nikki's bruises. The moan Nikki made in his ear sent another shiver down his spine. “God, Tommy…” it was breathless.
Tommy came back up to Nikki’s mouth, catching Nikki’s eyes for a split second before they both shut their eyes again. Tommy relaxed a little, going back to a slower pace and lacing his fingers behind Nikki’s neck. Nikki whined a little at the contact with his bruises. Tommy didn’t seem to notice as he moved one of his hands into Nikki’s hair.
“Ah, ow- Tommm… Tommy,” he winced and pulled back. Tommy retracted his hands. Nikki placed a final peck on Tommy before he got too far away.
They both sat back and looked anywhere but at each other. Nikki was the first to turn back to face the street. He grabbed his beer, hesitated, and took a sip. Tommy slowly rotated back to his previous position as well, hugging his knees.
“Did I hurt you, or…?” he mumbled into his knees. Nikki shook his head. It was silent again for a few moments.
“So… there you go… That's that,” Nikki said.
“Yep…” Tommy nodded slightly, flattening his lips into a thin line.
“We should…. go inside,” Nikki suggested, “It’s getting chilly,” he lied. His body was on fire. Tommy just nodded and followed him inside.
Vince caught them at the kitchen archway. “Oh my God, guys!” he gasped, “What the fuck happened?” he none-too-gently turned Tommy’s head to look at his quickly blackening bruise. “And you, Nikki!” he roughly grabbed Nikki’s face and jerked it upwards. “…. Wait… Why are you wearing lipstick? Do we have a photo shoot? I saw that Tommy was wearing some earlier...” Vince squinted at Nikki’s face.
“What? No. I uh... I just felt like wearing some today,” Nikki said.
“Oh? Um. Okay… Whatever. Just tell me if we have a photoshoot... and don't break my shit with your fights,” he said and walked off.
Nikki rubbed furiously at his lips, smearing bright red lines across his bare forearm. He stared in embarrassment at it and his cheeks flushed to match the shade. Tommy shared an awkward glance with him and nodded.
“Er… Later dude…” Tommy mumbled. Nikki nodded back and they scurried off in opposite directions.
Mick smirked from his perch upstairs. He stared out the ever-open front door at the girls who were coming back from their walk.