Bandom One-shots book 3

Moonlit Confessions (Vince Neil x Tommy Lee)

The night air was electric as I stepped off the bus, the stars twinkling like diamonds against the deep blue sky. We had just finished an incredible show, the energy still pulsing through my veins. But tonight, it wasn't the music that had my heart racing; it was Vince.

I spotted him leaning against a stack of amplifiers, his silhouette framed by the soft glow of the moon. He looked lost in thought, his blonde hair catching the light. There was something captivating about him, a magnetic pull that drew me in every time.

"Hey, Neil!" I called out, my voice playful. "You look like you're about to write the next big hit out here."

He turned, a grin spreading across his face, instantly brightening the night. "Just soaking it all in, man. Can you believe how wild the crowd was tonight?"

I walked closer, my heart pounding with something deeper than just excitement. "They were insane! You were incredible out there."

"Yeah?" He chuckled, running a hand through his hair, a playful spark in his eyes. "I guess we make a pretty good team."

"Pretty good? We're unstoppable." I moved closer, the air thickening with unspoken words. There was a moment of silence, and in that space, I felt the weight of everything I wanted to say.

"Tommy..." Vince started, his tone suddenly serious. "Can I tell you something?"

"Always," I replied, my heart racing. I stepped closer, our shoulders brushing. "What's on your mind?"

He hesitated, glancing up at the stars before meeting my gaze again. "You know, being on the road, playing every night... it's amazing. But sometimes, I feel like I'm missing something."

"Yeah?" I encouraged, my breath hitching slightly. "What do you mean?"

He took a deep breath, his blue eyes locked onto mine. "It's just... I love this life, but I don't want to go through it alone. I want to share it with someone who gets it. Someone who makes it all even more special."

My heart skipped a beat. This was it. This was the moment I'd been waiting for. "Vince, I—"

Before I could finish, he stepped closer, closing the space between us. "Tommy, I've felt something between us for a long time. It's not just about the music for me; it's about you. I care about you."

The confession hung in the air, electrifying and beautiful. I could hardly believe it; the feeling I had for him was mutual. "I care about you too, Vince. More than I can put into words."

He smiled, the tension in his shoulders easing. "Really? Because I've been scared to say anything. I didn't want to ruin what we have."

"Trust me, you could never ruin this," I said, my voice steady. "You mean so much to me, Vince. You're my best friend, my partner in this crazy life."

His smile widened, a mixture of relief and joy dancing in his eyes. "So, what do we do about it?"

"Let's stop overthinking it," I suggested, taking his hand in mine. It felt right, electric. "Let's just be us—together. I want to see where this goes."

"Together," he echoed softly, and in that moment, the world around us faded. It was just us, standing under the stars, the moonlight casting a warm glow around us.

I leaned in closer, my heart racing with anticipation. "Can I kiss you?"

His smile widened, and his eyes sparkled with mischief. "About time you asked."

I closed the gap between us, capturing his lips with mine in a soft, tentative kiss. It was electric, sending sparks through my entire body. I pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, feeling the warmth radiate between us.

When we finally broke apart, both of us breathless, I couldn't help but grin. "Wow. Why did we wait so long?"

Vince chuckled, his forehead resting against mine. "I guess we were just being idiots."

"Yeah, but at least we figured it out," I said, looking into his eyes. "I'm so glad we're on the same page."

"Me too, Tommy," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "This is just the beginning."

With the stars above us and the world at our feet, I knew we could conquer anything together. This was our moment, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.