Band Oneshots

Did you mean it (Tommy Lee X Mick Mars)

The dimly lit bar was nearly deserted, the air was thick with cigarette smoke and the stench of stale cigarettes, alcohol and unfulfilled dreams. The perfect place for Mick Mars to drown his sorrows, was a creature of habit and all his life he would turn to alcohol to fix his problems, alcohol was his true best friend! It didn't judge and most importantly it never left him!

He sat at a table alone, he was slouched in his seat, both elbows on the table, a half empty glass of vodka in front of him. He ran his hands over his face, as he once again tried to sort through the chaos in his head.

Normally Mick loved the constant, non-stop chaos in his head, couldn't live without it. For the last year though Mick began to really hate it, all because the chaos revolved around one man. A man he knew as well as he knew himself, a man he considered a brother, a man he was in love with. The man was one of his best friends and bandmates Tommy Fucking Lee!

Mick had always loved Tommy, as much as he loved their other band mates. That all changed though a year ago when he found himself falling in love with Tommy! Of course, he had tried denying it to himself, Mick Mars didn't fall in love, lust yes, love never.

Mick had never been in love before, being hurt too many times in his past he had closed off his heart years ago, keeping it hidden behind walls. Then a 6-foot 2 laky annoying little shit came along and smashed through the walls, bringing Mick to his knees!

Being in love was new and completely terrifying to Mick, you'd think he'd be happy right? Wrong! He was beyond miserable, he kept his love secret, telling no one, especially Tommy! He was afraid he'd lose Tommy completely if he didn't feel the same as Mick.

So, Mick suffered in silence, drinking his nights away alone, until he was so drunk, he couldn't remember his own name. Usually, Mick stayed in his hotel room drinking, but when he shared a room with Tommy or even Nikki as Mick noticed that Sixx was noticing shit, he would go out to a nearby bar and drink himself stupid. That's how Mick ended up in this piece of shit bar, he was sharing a room with Tommy tonight, so he needed to get completely shit-faced.

Mick had lost count of how many drinks he's had, he knew he was drunk, but not completely wasted. An hour later, unable to accomplish his goal, Mick got angry, and he acted out causing a scene for once. Tired of his crap the bouncers, who had already warned Mick about it, threw him out.

Once alone outside, Mick sat on a bench and rubbed his hands over his face, suddenly he heard Tommy calling his name. Being drunk Mick thought Tommy's soft voice was in his head again. "Why won't you leave me alone!" Mick said upset, as he grabbed his head in frustration. "I can't because you're my friend!" Tommy answered, touching Mick's shoulder.

"T...Tommy What...what are you doing here?" Mick asked, as he stood quickly causing him to stumble. "I came here with Nikki and Vince for a few drinks." Tommy answered, as he caught Mick before he fell.

"I saw you sitting here alone. Are you okay Mars?" "I'm good, just a little drunk." Mick answered smiling, as he pulled away. "I'll just call Doc to come get me!" "You can't he's working at trying not to get us kick off this tour and you know he leaves his phone at his room." Tommy explained. "I'll take you back Mick, just let me go tell the guys!" Tommy said smiling, walking away before Mick could say no. "Dammit!" Mick said angrily to himself.

15 minutes later Mick and Tommy arrived back at the hotel, as they got up to the entrance to the hotel, Mick's stomach turned, and he barely managed to move away from Tommy before he threw up. When he was finished Tommy helped him to their room, the whole way there Mick sang.

Tommy laughed as he'd never see the guitarist this drunk or happy. Tommy reminded Mick to keep quiet as it was late. Once they were finally in their room Mick began making his way to his bed. When he reached it he flopped onto it face first and fully dressed. Tommy joined him and smiling at him spoke, as he pulled him to his feet. "Up you get Mars man, we need to get you changed first!" Tommy said.

"Why? I wanna sleep Tom..Tom!" Mick whined like a child. "You can't sleep in that, it'll only take a second if you co-operate Marsey!" "Fine!" Mick gave in, as Tommy got Mick shorts to change into.

What should have been a quick and easy change, turned into a 10-minute fight. Mick fought Tommy every step of the way, frustrated Tommy sighed and gave up as he spoke.

"Wow dude, I thought you were a stubborn asshole sober, you're worse drunk!" "I'm sorry Tommy, don't be mad please?" Mick said sadly, as he tried to take his shirt off, but got stuck, Tommy smiling helped him get it off. "See, I'm helping!" "Yeah, yeah let's get this over with Mick!" Tommy said smiling, just as Mick stumbled again, Tommy grabbed him, but they ended up falling onto the bed, Tommy on top of Mick.

Neither spoke nor moved at first, they just stared into each other's eyes. Tommy went to speak, but Mick beat him to it. "I love you Tommy...no, I'm in love with you." Mick said shocking Tommy, but before he could say or do anything else kissed him.

As soon as the kiss ended Tommy got up quickly and looked at the floor, he was so confused. He had only looked away from Mick for a second, and when he looked back Mick was passed out, his feet hanging off the bed. Smiling Tommy took Mick shoes off, before he put his legs on the bed and covered him up. He then kissed Mick head, before he changed and went to sleep in his own bed.

The next morning Mick woke up feeling like shit, his head pounded, and he was nauseous, awesome another hangover! "Morning." Tommy voice broke through the pounding in his head.

"Uh...morning." Mick replied, avoiding looking at Tommy, as he remembered everything about the night before. "Here, these will help." Tommy said gently, as he handed Mick a glass of water and two pain killers. "Thanks." Mick mumbled, as he took them.

"Mick, we need to talk." Tommy said, as Mick took the pills and put the water on the nightstand. "About what?" Mick asked still avoiding eye contact. "About what you said to me." Tommy answered. "I'd rather forget about it." Mick mumbled, as he laid his head against the headboard and covered his face with his hands.

"Mick, I just want to know one thing." "What?" Mick asked, his face still covered. "Did you mean what you said?" Tommy asked quietly.

"I did" Mick answered quietly. Without saying a word Tommy got onto Mick's lap carefully so he didn't hurt the older man, one leg on either side of him. Smiling he pulled Mick's hands away from his face, before he kissed him passionately. When the kiss ended Tommy kept their foreheads together as he spoke.

"Took you long enough alien!" Tommy said starring into his eyes.

"Does...does this mean you..." "Love you too?" Tommy asked smiling cutting him off, Mick nodded. "Does this answer your question?" He asked before he kissed him again. "I didn't quite understand what you mean drummer, maybe we should do that again?" Mick said smirking.

"We have the rest of our lives to make out. Right now, we need to get you feeling better for the show tonight." Tommy said smiling, as he kissed Mick, before he got up. "Get some..." "You're not going anywhere" Mick said smiling cutting Tommy off, as he grabbed his arm and pulled him back onto the bed.

"If I'm stuck in bed, so are you." Mick said smiling, as he laid down, pulling Tommy to him. "I love you Mick." Tommy said smiling, as he kissed him. "I love you too baby boy!" Mick replied, his eyes closed. "Now go to sleep, I'm exhausted!"

sorry it's a short shitty one