Terrorcest one shots

unspoken love

A/N: yayyyyy!!! This is my first request chapter from one of my most loyal and fantastic readers WestHamBabe also, Nikki is clean here.

And I'm watching the spill your guts or fill your guts with Steven Tyler. Kinda ruins the sad mood.

Tommy Lee

I'm bored today. There's been nothing to do. We released Girls, Girls, Girls. Filming for uncensored won't start until next week, so there's literally been nothing to do. I could do something with Heather, but I don't really want to right now. I need something to do though.

I bound into my garage, searching for anything. Lately I've been more restless, especially since Nikki has started dating this one girl...Vanity. He says it's mostly for show, but I can't stand the thought of them getting together. Maybe because I'm hopelessly in love with him.

Then, the motorcycle I bought not too long ago catches my eye.

Oh hell yes.

Motorcycle race.

"HEATHER!" I yell, sticking my head back into the house.

"Yes Tommy?" she asks.

"I'm gonna take the motorcycle and go over to Nikkis house!" I inform her.

"Alright baby! I may have a casting opportunity, so I'm heading out too!" she calls back.

"Okay! Love you! Good luck!" I say.

"Love you too! Thanks baby!" she yells, and I shut the door leading to the garage.

I wrench open the garage door and wheel the motorcycle out, effectively kickstarting it. I love the hum of the engine as I get ready to tear down the street. I tighten my grip as I zoom down the street. My brain is racing with excitement filled thoughts.

Motorcycles are one of my favorite things in the world. Well, next to Nikki and drumming. I love everything about them. I love the hum of the engine, I love the way it feels under me, I love the adrenaline, I love the energy, I mean if I was a vehicle I would be a motorcycle.

I arrive at Nikkis house rather quickly. The sun is bright and beating down, the usual in California. My insides are bubbling with excitement, and I can very faintly hear music coming out of Nikkis open window. As I get closer, I realize that it's George Harrisons 'Got My Mind Set On  You.'

Kinda matches my feelings for Nikki at this point.

"NIKKIIIIIIII!" I yell.

I push my way inside his house to see him with his hair up, dusting, dancing and singing along. He swings his hips to the infectious to the beat, and honestly, I'm tempted to join. I don't though, watching in delight. I lean against the doorway. He slowly turns to me. His grin stretches ear to ear and he bounds over to me.

"Heya dork!" I greet him, ruffling his hair.

"Oh my- I am not a dork you motherfucker!" He replies, crossing his arms in mock annoyance.

"YEAH RIGHT!" I chuckle.

He slaps me lightly on the chest. "Why are you here ba- Tommy?" He asks.

"Well I thought that we should have a motorcycle race! I'm so incredibly bored." I suggest, sliding my arm up the doorway.

"Hell yeah! I got a new one a couple of days ago!" He answers, grabbing my arm for an intense second.

I shiver, following him outdoors and around back. A spectacular Harley sits, in all it's majestic glory. It's fucking beautiful. I run my hands across it.