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You Hurt Like Me
9 Reviews“You’ve been hurt too, haven’t you? You hurt like me.” Izzy asked as vulnerable green eyes gazed up at him. Nikki nodded.
Author's Note: Sorry about the delay in updating. I've been really nervous and haven't been able to get back in the writing mode lately so I've been delaying posting this update. Very sorry! Thank you for the reviews and ratings they make me so happy. Enjoy!
“Where are we going this early?” Blackie asked tucking his arms behind his head as he stretched out in the back seat.
“Why the fuck are you still here?” Nikki hissed as he stepped on the accelerator.
“I want to know what you’re plans are for the little guitarist. You really ought to punish him for leaving you. Tie him up and fuck him good and hard.”
“Stay the hell out of this! You’re not even real!”
“Then why did you get so hot and bothered in the dressing room when I touched you?”
“I don’t fucking know I just know you aren’t real. I haven’t taken my medication.”
“And you’re sure about that?” Blackie mused with a smug smile. “You haven’t taken your medication.”
“Shut up! If you have to sit back there than you can at least shut the fuck up!” Nikki roared as he swerved off the highway pulling into the motel parking lot where he had seen Slash’s car go.
“We’re here already?” Blackie asked.
…
A red corvette pulled up in front of the motel. Squinting from the bright afternoon light Izzy found the heavyset eyes of the driver. Nikki. The wind had blown his vest off his shoulders baring his lean torso to the sunlight. Flipping his black and red scarf behind his back Nikki crooked a black leather finger.
“Come on, sweetheart. Time to go.” He cooed wickedly from beneath his large shades. His smirk dripped with sexual challenge.
Izzy looked back at the motel room door then at Nikki who scowled impatiently. Pulling one more drag off his cigarette Izzy tossed it down on the pavement grinding it under his heel. Sauntering over he slipped a lean leg over the door and into the passenger’s seat.
The car shot off like a rocket. Every cylinder fired, grinding hard as the tires bit deep into the pavement. Neither spoke, but their bodies swayed slightly as Nikki maneuvered the car in between the light traffic. Pulling into the hotel-parking garage, Nikki turned toward Izzy.
“This is a new look for you.” His fingers brushed over Izzy’s naked firm chest. Izzy leaned into the touch, as the bassist continued his ministrations circling his nipples over his collarbone to the base of his throat. Nikki paused. “Where are your necklaces?”
“Gave them away as a souvenir.” Izzy said.
“Not a gift?” Nikki smirked raising an eyebrow. Leaning forward Nikki unfasten his silver chain slipping his skull ring onto it before refastening it around Izzy’s neck.
“You really like me in jewelry. Wishing I was a chick?”
“Naw sweetheart, I like you too much as a man.” Nikki cupped Izzy’s thigh tugging him into his lap with a swift motion. “I just like seeing my boy decorated.” He lowered his head to Izzy’s chest. “And you’re mine.” Biting his nipple hard, Izzy gave a startled cry, his chest tensing.
“You like to be chased don’t you?”
“Not by the cops.” Izzy commented. Nikki seized his neck letting his fingers tangle in the chain pulling him inches from his face.
“Right now it’d be wise on your part if you didn’t make jokes.” Nikki snarled tightening his grip. Izzy flinched, but his face remained calm. “Now tell me something love. Why did you leave my bed last night?”
“I wanted to know if Romeo would come save Juliet so we can die together.” Izzy challenged as his hand slid to Nikki’s exposed navel petting and stroking the bare skin.
“See that, he wants it bad, Nik. Fuck him now! Tie him up so he can’t fly away again.” The low tremor of Blackie’s sneer slithered from the backseat.
“Fuck.” Nikki hissed caught off guard. Shoving Izzy back, he got out of the car. Puzzled Izzy got out too, making his way over to the irate bassist who seemed to be talking to himself or rather someone.
“No I won’t! I love him! Now fucking, leave me alone!” Nikki’s fist slammed over and over into the backseat window. Tiny cracks spider webbed down the glass. Izzy stepped back as he watched Nikki, bewildered.
“The fuck. Love? Love who? Who do you keep talking too?” Izzy asked his voice low.
“You sweetheart. I fucking love you!” Nikki shoved a finger forward as if accusing Izzy of being guilty. “It’s you.” He seized the silver necklace roughly. Izzy placed his hands on Nikki’s shoulders attempting to keep space between the two.
“It’s you.” Nikki thumbed the silver rope as he toyed with the skull ring hanging from the chain at Izzy’s lower stomach. His voice was barely an audible whisper as his mouth captured Izzy’s lips pinning them together with his teeth as he worked his tongue in between them.
Izzy’s hands twirled into the bassist’s scarf urging him on. Nikki bent his torso over Izzy’s as his hands slid down cupping his ass, lifting him up onto his hips. The guitarist fisted a hand in Nikki’s dark hair as he was carried back to the corvette. Placing him on the hood Nikki unsheathed his belt buckle from his pants with a swift hiss sending a deep vibration into Izzy.
They broke apart panting against the other’s mouth. One would move forward to take the other’s lips, only for the other to pull back still breathing heavily.
“Come on Nikki he wants it.” Blackie cooed leaning against the pillar.
“What are you doing?” Izzy asked as Nikki yanked his arm behind his back Nikki pulled the other one into the loop of his belt, tightening the leather band. “Nikki, no, stop.” Izzy struggled. Nikki secured his grip. “Nikki, please I mean it, stop.”
“Shhh, you’ll like this.”
“Nikki no, please!” Izzy thrashed, but Nikki was stronger and pinned the guitarist with his hands and knees.
“I don’t think he’s behaving very well.” Blackie taunted from the side. “Better show him who’s in control here.”
“Shut up! Get the fuck out of here!” Nikki roared. Izzy flinched looking in the direction the bassist was seething in.
“Who are you talking too?” Izzy asked.
“But it sure looks like fun.” Blackie continued to goad with a wicked leer curling on his lips.
“Shut your pretty mouth before I put it to another use.” Nikki growled biting Izzy’s arm.
“Muh! Nikki please don’t tie me. Please I can’t do this. I can’t.” Izzy whimpered. Nikki ignored him gripping the strap harder. His fingers skimmed over the top of Izzy’s waistband. “Stop it Slash!”
“What?” Nikki froze inching back from the shaking guitarist. “What did you call me?” His eyes widened in fear. “Oh shit.” Hands flew quickly riding Izzy of his bonds. “Izzy. I’m so sorry I never meant to…”
“Oh, but Nikki how soft you are.” Blackie scolded.
The bassist eased away shaking as he sat against a pillar. He pulled his knees into his chest rocking back and forth. He pulled his hair hard as tears fell from his eyes. Izzy looked at the trembling man. Pulling up his pants he slid off the car and slowly crawled to Nikki’s side taking one shoulder in his hand then the other.
“You’ve been hurt too, haven’t you? You hurt like me.” Izzy asked as vulnerable green eyes gazed up at him. Nikki nodded.
Izzy threaded his fingers in the scarf once again as he kissed Nikki’s bare shoulder drawing him closer. Still crying the taller man slowly fell against Izzy burrowing in his neck as tears came down over his cheeks. The Gunner pulled the shaking Motley closer, holding him as the tremors hit his body calming slightly only to crackle with thundering sobs again.
“He’s there,” Nikki said. “Sometimes he really is and sometimes he isn’t. I don’t always know when he’s real.”
“Is he here now?” Izzy asked reproachfully.
“No.” Nikki said softly as his eyes shifted over the garage. His arms tightened around Izzy’s back as his body sunk into Izzy’s lap. “He’s usually not around when you’re with me.”
“When do you see him?”
“When I’m alone, sometimes at shows or when I’m really upset.”
“Do you know who it is?”
“Yeah. I used to date him. He controlled me, basically made me into his docile slave. I broke up with him and left the band we were both in. He showed me so many things about life and sex and I was just a naïve fuck who followed him blindly.”
“But you broke up with him. You found the power and you used it to escape him.”
“Then why can he still control me?”
“Same way Slash can control me even though we broke up months ago.”
“How does Slash control you?” Nikki’s voice had become steadier, but he still kept his head nestled against Izzy’s belly with his arms latched around his waist.
“I can’t bring myself to love Duff back.”
“You don’t love him?” Nikki’s redden eyes flickered as he tilted his head up.
“I don’t think I can bring myself to love anyone anymore.” Izzy said looking down at Nikki who frowned. “I haven’t felt much of anything.”
“So every time I fucked you and screamed your name, and when I just got done telling you I love you…you don’t love me?”
“I didn’t say that Nik.” Izzy’s eyes fell away. “I feel a lot of things when I’m with you. I just don’t know what true love feels like anymore.”
“This.” Nikki rose up to his knees taking Izzy’s face in both hands gently pulling the guitarist to him. His thumbs sensually caressed Izzy’s cheeks gazing into large brown eyes. Nikki’s eyes neither demanded nor lusted, they just looked at Izzy, not the musician, not the guitarist just Izzy. Bright, smudged red painted lips moved toward the Gunner kissing him light and chaste.
Their lips remained pressed against each other, not pushing just touching. Eyes fell closed enjoying the feel of silken skin against skin. After a few moments of silent touching Nikki pulled back. Izzy’s eyes flickered open meeting sparkling shades of deep pale green, vacant of all grey and clouds of pain.
“This is what love is, sweetheart. Just this,” Nikki said warmly. He continued to caress Izzy’s cheek with his thumb.
“You can still feel it? Even after that guy controlled you?”
“I don’t feel controlled when I’m around you.”
“Do you want to control me?” Izzy’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“I used to.” Nikki admitted. “But now I just want to hear you say I love you to me of your own free will.”
“I don’t know if I can.” Izzy sighed. “And I can’t save you from him.”
“Well we have a starting point then.” Nikki said bending to kiss Izzy’s chest right beside the skull ring.
Izzy bit his bottom lip, his mind far from ease. He stood up taking Nikki’s hands away.
“I’m sorry Nikki. I’m still controlled.”
“Where are we going this early?” Blackie asked tucking his arms behind his head as he stretched out in the back seat.
“Why the fuck are you still here?” Nikki hissed as he stepped on the accelerator.
“I want to know what you’re plans are for the little guitarist. You really ought to punish him for leaving you. Tie him up and fuck him good and hard.”
“Stay the hell out of this! You’re not even real!”
“Then why did you get so hot and bothered in the dressing room when I touched you?”
“I don’t fucking know I just know you aren’t real. I haven’t taken my medication.”
“And you’re sure about that?” Blackie mused with a smug smile. “You haven’t taken your medication.”
“Shut up! If you have to sit back there than you can at least shut the fuck up!” Nikki roared as he swerved off the highway pulling into the motel parking lot where he had seen Slash’s car go.
“We’re here already?” Blackie asked.
…
A red corvette pulled up in front of the motel. Squinting from the bright afternoon light Izzy found the heavyset eyes of the driver. Nikki. The wind had blown his vest off his shoulders baring his lean torso to the sunlight. Flipping his black and red scarf behind his back Nikki crooked a black leather finger.
“Come on, sweetheart. Time to go.” He cooed wickedly from beneath his large shades. His smirk dripped with sexual challenge.
Izzy looked back at the motel room door then at Nikki who scowled impatiently. Pulling one more drag off his cigarette Izzy tossed it down on the pavement grinding it under his heel. Sauntering over he slipped a lean leg over the door and into the passenger’s seat.
The car shot off like a rocket. Every cylinder fired, grinding hard as the tires bit deep into the pavement. Neither spoke, but their bodies swayed slightly as Nikki maneuvered the car in between the light traffic. Pulling into the hotel-parking garage, Nikki turned toward Izzy.
“This is a new look for you.” His fingers brushed over Izzy’s naked firm chest. Izzy leaned into the touch, as the bassist continued his ministrations circling his nipples over his collarbone to the base of his throat. Nikki paused. “Where are your necklaces?”
“Gave them away as a souvenir.” Izzy said.
“Not a gift?” Nikki smirked raising an eyebrow. Leaning forward Nikki unfasten his silver chain slipping his skull ring onto it before refastening it around Izzy’s neck.
“You really like me in jewelry. Wishing I was a chick?”
“Naw sweetheart, I like you too much as a man.” Nikki cupped Izzy’s thigh tugging him into his lap with a swift motion. “I just like seeing my boy decorated.” He lowered his head to Izzy’s chest. “And you’re mine.” Biting his nipple hard, Izzy gave a startled cry, his chest tensing.
“You like to be chased don’t you?”
“Not by the cops.” Izzy commented. Nikki seized his neck letting his fingers tangle in the chain pulling him inches from his face.
“Right now it’d be wise on your part if you didn’t make jokes.” Nikki snarled tightening his grip. Izzy flinched, but his face remained calm. “Now tell me something love. Why did you leave my bed last night?”
“I wanted to know if Romeo would come save Juliet so we can die together.” Izzy challenged as his hand slid to Nikki’s exposed navel petting and stroking the bare skin.
“See that, he wants it bad, Nik. Fuck him now! Tie him up so he can’t fly away again.” The low tremor of Blackie’s sneer slithered from the backseat.
“Fuck.” Nikki hissed caught off guard. Shoving Izzy back, he got out of the car. Puzzled Izzy got out too, making his way over to the irate bassist who seemed to be talking to himself or rather someone.
“No I won’t! I love him! Now fucking, leave me alone!” Nikki’s fist slammed over and over into the backseat window. Tiny cracks spider webbed down the glass. Izzy stepped back as he watched Nikki, bewildered.
“The fuck. Love? Love who? Who do you keep talking too?” Izzy asked his voice low.
“You sweetheart. I fucking love you!” Nikki shoved a finger forward as if accusing Izzy of being guilty. “It’s you.” He seized the silver necklace roughly. Izzy placed his hands on Nikki’s shoulders attempting to keep space between the two.
“It’s you.” Nikki thumbed the silver rope as he toyed with the skull ring hanging from the chain at Izzy’s lower stomach. His voice was barely an audible whisper as his mouth captured Izzy’s lips pinning them together with his teeth as he worked his tongue in between them.
Izzy’s hands twirled into the bassist’s scarf urging him on. Nikki bent his torso over Izzy’s as his hands slid down cupping his ass, lifting him up onto his hips. The guitarist fisted a hand in Nikki’s dark hair as he was carried back to the corvette. Placing him on the hood Nikki unsheathed his belt buckle from his pants with a swift hiss sending a deep vibration into Izzy.
They broke apart panting against the other’s mouth. One would move forward to take the other’s lips, only for the other to pull back still breathing heavily.
“Come on Nikki he wants it.” Blackie cooed leaning against the pillar.
“What are you doing?” Izzy asked as Nikki yanked his arm behind his back Nikki pulled the other one into the loop of his belt, tightening the leather band. “Nikki, no, stop.” Izzy struggled. Nikki secured his grip. “Nikki, please I mean it, stop.”
“Shhh, you’ll like this.”
“Nikki no, please!” Izzy thrashed, but Nikki was stronger and pinned the guitarist with his hands and knees.
“I don’t think he’s behaving very well.” Blackie taunted from the side. “Better show him who’s in control here.”
“Shut up! Get the fuck out of here!” Nikki roared. Izzy flinched looking in the direction the bassist was seething in.
“Who are you talking too?” Izzy asked.
“But it sure looks like fun.” Blackie continued to goad with a wicked leer curling on his lips.
“Shut your pretty mouth before I put it to another use.” Nikki growled biting Izzy’s arm.
“Muh! Nikki please don’t tie me. Please I can’t do this. I can’t.” Izzy whimpered. Nikki ignored him gripping the strap harder. His fingers skimmed over the top of Izzy’s waistband. “Stop it Slash!”
“What?” Nikki froze inching back from the shaking guitarist. “What did you call me?” His eyes widened in fear. “Oh shit.” Hands flew quickly riding Izzy of his bonds. “Izzy. I’m so sorry I never meant to…”
“Oh, but Nikki how soft you are.” Blackie scolded.
The bassist eased away shaking as he sat against a pillar. He pulled his knees into his chest rocking back and forth. He pulled his hair hard as tears fell from his eyes. Izzy looked at the trembling man. Pulling up his pants he slid off the car and slowly crawled to Nikki’s side taking one shoulder in his hand then the other.
“You’ve been hurt too, haven’t you? You hurt like me.” Izzy asked as vulnerable green eyes gazed up at him. Nikki nodded.
Izzy threaded his fingers in the scarf once again as he kissed Nikki’s bare shoulder drawing him closer. Still crying the taller man slowly fell against Izzy burrowing in his neck as tears came down over his cheeks. The Gunner pulled the shaking Motley closer, holding him as the tremors hit his body calming slightly only to crackle with thundering sobs again.
“He’s there,” Nikki said. “Sometimes he really is and sometimes he isn’t. I don’t always know when he’s real.”
“Is he here now?” Izzy asked reproachfully.
“No.” Nikki said softly as his eyes shifted over the garage. His arms tightened around Izzy’s back as his body sunk into Izzy’s lap. “He’s usually not around when you’re with me.”
“When do you see him?”
“When I’m alone, sometimes at shows or when I’m really upset.”
“Do you know who it is?”
“Yeah. I used to date him. He controlled me, basically made me into his docile slave. I broke up with him and left the band we were both in. He showed me so many things about life and sex and I was just a naïve fuck who followed him blindly.”
“But you broke up with him. You found the power and you used it to escape him.”
“Then why can he still control me?”
“Same way Slash can control me even though we broke up months ago.”
“How does Slash control you?” Nikki’s voice had become steadier, but he still kept his head nestled against Izzy’s belly with his arms latched around his waist.
“I can’t bring myself to love Duff back.”
“You don’t love him?” Nikki’s redden eyes flickered as he tilted his head up.
“I don’t think I can bring myself to love anyone anymore.” Izzy said looking down at Nikki who frowned. “I haven’t felt much of anything.”
“So every time I fucked you and screamed your name, and when I just got done telling you I love you…you don’t love me?”
“I didn’t say that Nik.” Izzy’s eyes fell away. “I feel a lot of things when I’m with you. I just don’t know what true love feels like anymore.”
“This.” Nikki rose up to his knees taking Izzy’s face in both hands gently pulling the guitarist to him. His thumbs sensually caressed Izzy’s cheeks gazing into large brown eyes. Nikki’s eyes neither demanded nor lusted, they just looked at Izzy, not the musician, not the guitarist just Izzy. Bright, smudged red painted lips moved toward the Gunner kissing him light and chaste.
Their lips remained pressed against each other, not pushing just touching. Eyes fell closed enjoying the feel of silken skin against skin. After a few moments of silent touching Nikki pulled back. Izzy’s eyes flickered open meeting sparkling shades of deep pale green, vacant of all grey and clouds of pain.
“This is what love is, sweetheart. Just this,” Nikki said warmly. He continued to caress Izzy’s cheek with his thumb.
“You can still feel it? Even after that guy controlled you?”
“I don’t feel controlled when I’m around you.”
“Do you want to control me?” Izzy’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“I used to.” Nikki admitted. “But now I just want to hear you say I love you to me of your own free will.”
“I don’t know if I can.” Izzy sighed. “And I can’t save you from him.”
“Well we have a starting point then.” Nikki said bending to kiss Izzy’s chest right beside the skull ring.
Izzy bit his bottom lip, his mind far from ease. He stood up taking Nikki’s hands away.
“I’m sorry Nikki. I’m still controlled.”
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