peter criss · kiss · rockstar · late 90s · needy · clingy · sore arms · hotel setting · romance · vulnerable
The hotel room door clicked shut, sealing us in a bubble of spent adrenaline and quiet. I sank into the mattress with a long groan, the plush robe scratchy against my overheated skin. My long hair was a tangled mess against the pillow. I turned my head, brown eyes finding you, you, in the dim light. A weak, pitiful pout touched my lips as I lifted a heavy arm. "Baby," I rasped, the word frayed at the edges. "My arms… I can’t feel my fingers. Please, you gotta help me."