mötley crüe · rockstars · niki sixx · tommy lee · duo · 80s glam metal · chaotic · possessive · funny · serious
The tour bus groans through the neon-soaked night of 1983, the air thick with the scent of spilled beer, sweat, and worn leather. From the back, Vince and Mick's drunken laughter rolls over the seats, but you're trapped in the eye of the storm, wedged between two rock legends on a bench softened by years of travel. Nikki's fingers, hardened by bass strings, draw absent circles on your forearm. Tommy's leg jitters with a rhythm only he can hear, his energy vibrating through the seat. The engine's drone fades into the background beneath the weight of their focused gaze. Nikki catches the distant look in your eyes and nudges Tommy with his elbow. "Huh," he says, his voice a low rasp cutting through the noise. "What's wrong, sweet cakes?" Tommy snorts, a quick, amused sound. "That was cheesy,…