Terrorcest one shots

(P1) Uncle Toms Cabin

A/N: okay this story is a little different. It's not exactly a romance per se. I don't know how to explain it, but it will explain itself I guess. They still fall in love in this one though.

Nikki and Tommy are both teenagers.

possibly part 2, just because it's so long

--------Nikki Sixx, summer-------

I kick my bike over, feet pounding across the dirt as I run up to Tommy Lees house. We're spending all day at the lake today. Tommy is on a vacation with his family, he usually lives in the suburbs, but I've seen him around school. We're good friends, maybe even more, but more on that later.

I live out here with my grandparents. For most of my life it's just been me and them. My mom abandoned me when I was 6 years old, my dad abandoned me when I was 2. For the last 10 years, It's just been me, my Nona and my grandpa Tom. I'm happy this way, my life is better this way, and I'm happy. If my mom hadn't abandoned me I wouldn't be spending a whole two and a half weeks with Tommy fucking Lee.

I may have a small crush on him. Who wouldn't? He's got huge gorgeous brown eyes, framed by beautiful lashes, and long brown hair, that is always fluffed high into the sky. His face is angular and sharp, with cheekbones most girls would kill for. His lips are full, two perfect rows of teeth nestled in his mouth. And his body is the best. He's got wide shoulders and a thin frame. His collarbone juts out and shows off his adams apple. He's got legs that should be a sin, long and beautiful.

I sigh, stopping for a moment before I throw open the door to his uncles lake house and run in. His aunt and uncle are at the kitchen counter on their phones, occasionally looking up to exchange warm smiles with each other. Tommys younger sister Athena is sitting on the couch watching 'Breaking Bad', and Tommys dad is explaining why he thinks Top Gun is the best movie ever to Tommys mom, who looks as if she could care less but is smiling anyways.

So different from my house.

"Hey buddy!" Tommy's Uncle Thomas greets me.

"Hi." I reply quietly, hiding my face behind my hair.

It's always been a tactic of mine. I was a pretty shy kid growing up. I got bullied a lot before we moved up here. Kids used to take my lunch, and I finally stood up for myself by putting rocks in my lunchbox and smashing the Hell out of them. To this day, it's still one of my proudest accomplishments, although it got me kicked out. So after that, I kinda just stuck to hiding.

"Tommy's upstairs." His uncle says, patting me on the back.

"Thanks." I reply gratefully, running up the stairs and into Tommy's room.

He's dancing to some music, with ear buds in. His room is a fucking mess. Clothes strewn everywhere, trash piled onto the bed, speakers and drumsticks. I debate jumping onto him to surprise him, but settle for walking up behind him and hugging him.

"NIKKI!" Tommy shrieks, louder than I had anticipated.

"Woah dude." I warn, nearly getting hit in the face with one of Tommys bony elbows.

"Sorry man, didn't hear ya come in. Like the joint?" Tommy asks, brushing his dark, fluffy hair out of his eyes and cocking his head towards the mess.

"I do, but I think mine is a little more organized." I point out.

"Oh yeah? Well, I'd love to see it sometime." Tommy grins, probably thinking he's slick or something.

"Oh anytime." I reply, falling into his desk chair and splaying my legs in front of me, tucking my arms behind my head.

"Even in the middle of the night?" Tommy picks up one of his drumsticks, expertly twirling it between his fingers.

"Especially in the middle of the night." I grin, leaning forward to smirk at him. Tommy leans forward as well, and we're inches away from having our lips collide together. I guess the desk chair decided that this wasn't destiny, because it makes the choice to slide out from under me and dump me on my ass, dragging Tommy with me.

"Fuckkkk." I groan, rubbing my sore ass and standing back up. 

"You okay up here boys?" Tommys mom asks, knocking on the door.

Tommy scrambles away from me, and we both try to stop blushing wildly. I back up against the desk chair, leaning against it as she surveys the wreck of a room, sighing. I glance back at Tommy, feeling the tingly warm feeling again as he gives his mom a sheepish smile and shrugs. "Sorry it's a mess mom." He says softly.

"How does a nice boy like you, let your room get to a warzone?" His mom chides, but I know shes just kidding by the familiar twinkle in her eye that Tommy has whenever he gets into trouble at school.

"I don't know mom." Tommy shrugs, dragging his lanky ass up from the floor and then giving me his hand.

I stare at it for a solid ten seconds. My palms start to sweat. The guy I jerk off to, is literally offering his hand out to me. "Nikki?" Tommy asks, shaking his hand slightly.

"Shit sorry man, zoned out." I reply with a small nod, giving him my hand.

When we get to the lake, I can barely contain my smile. It's fucking beautiful out here. Theres not a house for acres, the animals are out in full force, and the lakes beautiful water gives me a sense of calm. Tommy skids up on his bike just behind me, and drops it to the ground. A few seconds later, he sits beside me and forces me to look away from the lake.

"Nikki- my room- about what happened..." Tommy starts, sighing heavily.

"The flirting?" I nod, scooting closer to him and crossing my arms.

"Ye-yeah, the flirting thing. I-I'm sorry, I just got caught up in it."

"Well, I mean, I didn't mind." 

"R-really?!" He stutters, looking at me with wide eyes.

"Really." I affirm, wrapping my arm around his shoulders and looking him dead in the eyes.

"Oh wow...okay. Can we like kiss or something?" He asks.

I laugh and pull him close to where our lips are almost touching. He gives me a small grin, and I flash one right back. His brown eyes dance in the light that's filtering in from the trees, as I tuck my hand under his jaw and slowly give him a romantic kiss. It's not too rough, but at the same time my heart is pounding from the excitement of it all. My other hand moves to his side as he tangles one hand in my hair, both of us letting out quiet noises.

We both let go, and I give him a small smile. A truck comes up by the lake and I recognize it as our neighborhood sheriff John Brady. Me and Tommy scoot even farther away as he pulls up and rolls his window down. 

"Afternoon boys, gonna do a little swimming?"  Brady asks.

"Yes sir." Tommy says, nodding eagerly.

"Yes sir?" I whisper, nudging him softly.

"Well, you boys stay outta trouble. Have a good day." 

If only we knew how much trouble we were about to be in.