Motley Crue (Gay) Imagines

"Pain in The Back" - (Mick/Tommy)

Warning Mentions of spasms, yelling, crying, angst, fluff
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Mick groaned as he shifted over, trying desperately to get comfortable on the shitty hotel bed.

The Crue was currently out on tour. The four men had just landed here in Seattle and were all as tired as could be. Having done nearly nine shows back to back with no breaks. They were spent. Especially a certain guitarist.

Mars back felt like it was in utter shambles. Hot pain rippled down his spine in waves causing the guitarist to whimper in agony at the slightest of movements.

"Fuck this shitty bed" Mars groaned as he slowly sat up hissing at the needles in his spine.

The pain had started almost immediately into the Crues second show. And now was at a constant stream. Hot lava flooded down the older man's back and he let out a soft cry of frustration.

Fuck! This shit hurt.

Mick knew he couldn't keep doing this to himself, his doctors kept warning Mars of his worsening condition, and the strain Mick was putting on his weakening bones. But the guitarist wasn't one to let a stupid condition get in his way. Not when he was finally getting the chance to play with people who appreciated his talent.

Mick let out the tiniest of sobs as another hot wave hit his back.

Dammit Mars! Pull it together you Jackass! You don't need to fucking cry you pussy!

Mick sobbed even louder than before, he didn't care about being a pussy anymore. This shit hurt. Slowly he eased himself back onto the bed, falling into a painful sleep.
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"RUN! T-bone! They're on your ass!"Nikki yelled the drunk duo ran manically down the hall. The hotel's security staff ran quickly in pursuit after the two drunk musicians.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Tommy yelled. Laughing as he ran into one of the hotel walls. Nikki stumbled before quickly dipping to hide in Vince's room. The blonde singer rolled his eyes at the bassist.

"Drunk again baby? Whatch' you and T do now?"Vince asked kissing the loopy bassist on the cheek.

"F...fuckin...pissed on the lobby walls...T-bone bet two hundred bucks that he could shoot further than me.."Nikki slurred giggling as he sloppily kissed the singer.

"And..?"Vince smirked.

Nikki giggled as he pulled out two hundred dollar bills "I won."he said proudly.

"Only because I didn't have to whizz!"Tommy yelled earning a laugh from the blonde singer.

"Better luck next time T. Me and Nikks are going to bed, if I don't put him down now his ass wont go down at all. We'll see you tomorrow"Vince said ruffling the drummers hair as the two clocked out for the night.

Tommy giggled before quietly rushing down the hall. He decided to go see if Mick was still awake, the drummer wanted to have some fun with the Crue's grumpy guitarist before bed. And seeing as his terror twin was asleep he decided to go find someone else to mess around with.

God...where did Mick say he was...245? Or was it 345...?

Tommy smiled as he found the room. It was a few doors down from his and he only prayed to guitarist was awake and here.