Untitled - Andy X Nikki

Andy had never wanted anything so bad in his life. Although it wasn't exactly a thing he wanted, but a person. An older person, older than himself, his band members, even older than his parents. Yet he remained unfazed. To him, age was just a number. A stupid barrier getting in the way of love and happiness. For a while, Andy had been completely fine with his life, he was famous, he had great friends and supportive parents and he'd just split from his abusive and controlling girlfriend. To the people that surrounded him in everday life, everything was perfect. Yet, to him, something was missing. Something huge. But he couldn't figure out what. Then, the day he did that fateful photoshoot, everything clicked. He knew what he needed in his live but he unsure of one thing; could he get it? He doubted it but it was worth a shot. Andy tried to gain enough courage to ask the mature yet incredibly stunning 6ft figure in front of him for a coffee but he couldn't find the words, he just let out a slightly pathetic squeak. He'd done this many times before, at award shows and other such places with the exact same result. His palms were sweaty and his heart was pounding in chest. He was making stupid, girly, flirtatious gestures like playing with his hair and leaning in close yet the one who he'd taken interest in didn't seem to notice a thing. The one he'd taken interest in? Well, none other but Nikki Sixx. Nikki Sixx the photographer, bassist, author and sex god. Yeah, trust Andy to fall for him. Andy hoped Nikki might just feel the same but he highly doubted it, knowing about his past. He'd read Nikki's autobiography, The Heroin Diaries: A Year In The Life Of A Shattered Rockstar, countless times so he knew the in-and-outs of Nikki's life by heart. Nikki was a whore, but only with the girls. He'd never give Andy a second glance, or so Andy thought. After the photoshoot, four band members rushed out, desperate to get home and see their girlfriends/whores. Or, in CC's case, their turtle. Yeah, CC bought a turtle. Andy lingered, staying in the room with Nikki as he looked over the pictures on his camera. Nikki hadn't notice until Andy was stood less than an inch behind his chair and had his hand on Nikki's shoulder. The coldness of Andy's hand through Nikki's thin top made him shiver. Andy quickly removed his hand and knelt down to take a better look at the pictures, or so he said. He just wanted to be closer to Nikki. He wanted to breathe in his smell; take in every word, every hair, every eyelash. But what he wanted most of all was to hold him, or be held my him. Andy knew this was never going to happen and if it did then his parents would never approve. But that didn't deter him from what he did next, something he'd never regret doing.
Slowly and shyly, he pressed his lips to Nikki's...


The moans escaping Andy's bedroom were those of a pornographic film - and so were the scenes. Andy had known of Nikki's tendency to rush into things but this was ridiculous; he had only kissed the guy an hour ago. He was enjoying it, though. As was Nikki. The pair continued their loud lovemaking for over an hour until collapsing in each others arms. The sheets were sticky with sweat and cum, but they were just too happy to notice properly. Nonetheless, it was uncomfortable and Nikki didn't want Andy feeling more discomfort than he would be considering he'd just lost his virginity. He kicked the covers off and placed his leather jacket over the now sleeping Andy and kissed his forehead.
"Sleep tight, my little rebel."

The next morning, Andy awoke in Nikki's arms. A contented smile spread across his face; he finally had exactly what he wanted, exactly where and how he wanted it - and he had never been happier.