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Pure Chaos and Glitter (Tommy Lee x CC Deville)

Sunset Strip. Mötley Crüe and Poison were playing the same night, and the afterparty? Absolute fucking mayhem.

CC was in his element, strutting around the crowded room like he owned the place, glitter shimmering under the dim lights. He was flirting with literally everyone—guys, girls, anyone who gave him half a glance. Hair teased sky-high, eyeliner smudged just right, and that signature CC grin plastered on his face. He was a walking firecracker, and the whole room felt it.

Tommy was across the room, leaning back against a wall, drink in hand, watching the glitter bomb of a guitarist with an amused smirk. "Who the hell is this guy?" he muttered to Vince, who just shrugged.

But Tommy? He couldn't take his eyes off him.

CC noticed. Of course, he did. He sashayed over, hips swaying like he was walking a damn runway, eyes locked on Tommy with that mischievous sparkle.

"Hey, big boy..." CC purred, leaning way too close, his lips almost brushing Tommy's ear. "You looking for trouble?"

Tommy grinned, eyes dark with mischief. "Oh, I love trouble, babe."

Ten minutes later? They were making out in a dark corner, CC's lipstick smeared all over Tommy's neck.

Pure Fucking Chaos From the Start

Partying till 5 AM? Standard.
Getting kicked out of clubs? Weekly occurrence.
Waking up in random hotel rooms with no memory of how they got there? EVERY. DAMN. TIME.

Tommy was throwing TVs out of windows while CC stood in the background, clapping and laughing like a kid on Christmas morning. "Do it again, babe! That was HOT."

And the pranks? Holy shit, the pranks.

Tommy once filled CC's hairspray bottle with glitter. CC had been pissed—until he saw how his hair sparkled under the stage lights.

"Oh my God, babe," CC gasped, twirling in the mirror. "I look fucking MAGICAL."

"Yeah, you do," Tommy had grinned, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed like a smug asshole.

CC got his revenge by dumping neon pink dye in Tommy's shampoo.

"Babe," Tommy had deadpanned the next morning, running his fingers through bright pink hair.

CC? Innocent as ever. "You love it. Admit it."

Tommy had groaned... but yeah, he did kinda love it.

But Then... The Soft Moments Hit HARD

Behind all the chaos? They were soft as hell.

Tommy had CC wrapped up in his arms after wild nights, running his fingers through that teased mess of hair. "You okay, babe?" he'd whisper, voice soft and full of concern.

"I'm always okay when I'm with you, Tommy." CC's voice would barely be a whisper, but it hit Tommy right in the heart every time.

And Tommy? He'd watch CC do his makeup for hours, completely mesmerized. "How the fuck do you look so perfect?"

CC? Blushing every damn time.

"Shut up, Lee." But he'd be smiling the whole time.

CC Was Tommy's Biggest Fan

Front row at every Mötley Crüe show, CC was screaming louder than the groupies. "THAT'S MY MAN!"

Tommy would be twirling drumsticks like a damn magician, flashing that cocky grin in CC's direction, and CC? Melting.

"Babe, you're a fucking rock god."

And Tommy? Eating that shit up.

Meanwhile, Tommy was doing the exact same thing at every Poison show.

"You see that guitarist?" he'd brag to anyone who'd listen. "That's my baby."

"Nobody's hotter than CC."

PDA EVERYWHERE. ALL THE TIME.

Tommy had CC on his lap at parties, arms draped around him like, "Try and take him, I fucking dare you."

Stage kisses? Constant.

CC would run his fingers through Tommy's hair mid-set, whispering shit like, "Gonna make you mine after the show, drummer boy."

Making out backstage? Oh, you know it.

Caught by security? Again??

CC, grinning like a little shit: "Oops. Guess we'll behave... for now."

But Oh, The Drama...

Fights? Insane.

Tommy had a jealous streak a mile wide.

"Who the fuck were you talking to, CC?"

CC, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms, all sass: "Relax, babe. I was just being friendly."

But if Tommy saw some guy getting too close?

"Touch him again, and you're fucking dead."

And CC? Oh, he lived to push Tommy's buttons. "What's wrong, Lee? Afraid someone's gonna steal me?"

FIGHT. MAKEUP SEX. REPEAT.

When It Got Too Real...

Underneath all the glitter and chaos? They were both scared as hell.

CC had never had someone love him for him—not just the glam, the glitter, the chaos.

Tommy was terrified of screwing it all up. He'd never felt this way before, and it scared the shit out of him.

"You're the only one who gets me, CC..."

And CC? Tears. "Same, babe. Same."

The Proposal (Because Of Course It's Insane)

Tommy did it mid-concert.

"CC, baby... marry me!" He was on his knees, drumsticks still in his hands, sweat dripping down his face.

CC? CRYING GLITTER TEARS.

"YES, YOU CRAZY FUCKER!"

The crowd? Losing their damn minds.

Their Vibe?

Glam Rock Soulmates.

They were WILD. They were MESSY. But at the end of the day?

They were completely, head-over-heels obsessed with each other.

Tommy grounded CC's chaos, and CC brought out Tommy's soft side.

They fought, they made up, and they loved like no one else ever could.

Forever and always.