•Mötley Crüe Imagines•

"Blondie" T.L

Tommy Lee × Male OC
Any homophobic remarks and comments will not be tolerated
Mention of sex
Requested by- MrLaVey <3

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"Vince! Hey, blondie!" Tommy yelled at the man standing in front of him, a drink in his hand, the music booming in the bar. The man had his back turned, and apparently looked like Mötley Crüe's notorious front man. Tommy, already mildly intoxicated, grabbed what he thought was his friends shoulder. "Vincent-"

"Wrong guy, bud," the man turned at the feeling of another's hand on him; "names Beckett. Though my friends call me Beck" he gave a reassuring smile, letting the dummer know it was an innocent mistake.

Beck wore his long blonde hair in a low ponytail. His outfit consisted of tight leather pants, a mesh top, and enough chains to stock a torture dungeon. And to top it all off, black knee high boots with a 3 inch heel.

"Sorry. I'm Tommy," the drummer stuck his hand out for Beck to shake, which he did, and Tommy couldn't help but notice the soft feeling of the others man hand in his

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That was 3 years ago. The two men have since went on countless dates, officially started calling each other 'boyfriend' and to Tommy's surprise, the rest of the Crüe were very supportive and eager to hear all the gritty details about his lover. The pair haven't made their relationship public, in fear for their lives, but they couldn't be happier with one another.

Their first date was at a coffee shop. Beck ordered an iced vanilla cinnamon latte, while Tommy ordered a large cup of black coffee. This was the start of a beautiful relationship, with each party being polar opposites.

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"Babe! Vince is having a party, you wanna go?" Tommy was practically vibrating as he looked down at his boyfriend laying on the couch. Beck was snuggled up in multiple blankets, an empty popcorn bowl on the ground, and the movie Top Gun was playing on the TV.

"I'm not sure. I like Vince, I do, but his parties just aren't for me," Beck gave his boyfriend a small smile, but Tommy wasn't easily convinced. It's been weeks since Beck had left the house and had some fun.

"I know you'd much rather stay home and watch movies, given your crush on Tom Cruise, but it'll be fun, I swear!" Tommy sat beside the blonde, practically shoving him into the arm rest; "Vince wants you there. Everyone wants you there. They enjoy your company!"

"Fine.. fine I'll go," Beck couldn't get another word out before Tommy lunged at him, attacking him with loving kisses.

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The music was pounding, the alcohol was pouring, and the cocaine was seemingly endless. Tommy and Beck stood hand in hand at the bar, and Nikki wasn't too far away.

"Tommy! Wanna do a line?!" Sixx slurred. It's no surprise he had already seen the bottom of a Jack Daniels bottle.

Beck hated this part. He hated the fact his boyfriend was into drugs and alcohol. But who was he to judge? He couldn't change it if he tried. Tommy had to many bad influences, and Beck was well aware there wasn't much he could do.

"Maybe later, Nik," Tommy shrugged his friend off, something which rarely happened. And it took Beck by surprise.

"You don't have to stay with me, babe. You can go. I'll just.. hangout with Mick," Beck gave Tommy a quick kiss on the cheek, took a red solo cup filled with coca-cola and headed over to the black leather couch set in the middle of the lavish living room.

Tommy took this as a sign to really avoid the white line he was so used to snorting. Beck hanging out with Mick? Those two couldn't hold an interesting conversation together if their life depended on it, they're just two different people.

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Some time had passed; Nikki was passed out in Vince's upstairs washroom. Vince himself was surely screwing his wife, Sharise somewhere in his home. Mick left the party hours ago, leaving Beck to entertain himself. The blonde was looking around the mansion for his boyfriend, desperate to go home and get into bed. But the drummer was nowhere to be found.

Beck thought the worst, of course. Tommy was cheating. But in the three years they've been together, the concern surprisingly never crossed Beck's mind.

Navigating his way through the halls, Beck found himself in the same room as Sharise and Vince. His suspicions were correct, the two were naked in their king sized bed, but Mrs. Neil was friendly enough to invite Beck into their room. It was awkward, of course, but Beck sat down on the edge of the bed nonetheless.

"I was just looking for Tommy. You haven't seen him have you?" Beck asked the married couple.

"I did an hour ago," Vince spoke and reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a cigarette and a lighter; "was going on about.. quitting drugs. For you? Or something or another."

"Really!?" Beck watched as his friend took a drag from his cigarette, then passed it off the Sharise so she could do the same; "I have to find him,"

"He'll be around here somewhere, honey, he couldn't have gone far," Sharise gave Beck a comforting smile before he got up and left the room, making sure to close the door behind him.

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"I'm done. I quit drugs. I quit drinking. For you," Tommy held Beck in his arms, their legs tangled together and in the bedsheets. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their hair a mess, and clothes discarded on the floor.

"I love you, Tommy," Beck said breathlessly before closing his eyes.

"I love you too, babe," Tommy replied, gave his boyfriend a quick kiss on the temple, then slowly drifted off to sleep himself.