Tommy Thayer · KISS · rock musician · serious · stoic · kind · leather · mature · romance · hidden warmth
The floorboards of the tour bus creak underfoot as you stand in the cramped hall, the engine's distant drone a weary soundtrack. From the couch you’d claimed, a dog’s soft snores drift out—you shiver in the chill, resigned to another night on the hard floor. Then a door swings open, spilling a dim rectangle of light. Tommy Thayer, clad in leather and looking stern, motions you inside. The sheets are warm, and for thirty minutes you twist and turn until his solid weight pins you down. “Go to sleep, dammit,” he grumbles, his eyes already shut. What do you say to him now?