Gay Motley Crue Oneshots (Complete)

I Don't Hate You (Tommy x Vince)

Okay so, I know I just did this pairing but the idea popped into my head and I just can't hold it in any longer.

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The guys were all laying around their shitty apartment, bored out of their minds. They'd already practiced for hours and there was a storm outside so it wasn't like they could go for booze or chicks. 

"Uugh, I'm so boooorrrreeed," Vince was lying upside down on the couch next to Tommy, who rolled his eyes.

"That's like the seventh time you've said that, quit your fucking whining, bitch."

Vince just mimicked him under his breath. What the hell was Tommy's problem with him? It just came out of nowhere but one day the drummer had started being extremely rude, yelling at him for minor mistakes, calling him names, shoving him in the hall.

Mick's voice broke his train of thought,"Shut up you two. Come on, there's gotta be something we can do. I don't care, just literally anything except just sitting here."

Nikki was laying on the floor, scratching at the dirty carpet,"How about truth or dare?"

Tommy crossed his arms,"What are we, teenagers?" Vince flipped himself upright,"As a matter of fact, Tommy. Yes, YOU are. You're eighteen." Tommy slapped his arm. Hard.

"Shut up, bitch."

Vince felt the beginnings of tears prick the corners of his eyes. Why did Tommy hate him so much? What had he done wrong?

Mick sent Tommy a venomous glare and the drummer immediately backed off. Then he said, shrugging,"We're playing truth or dare. There is literally nothing better to do."

"Fine, I'll start," Tommy said"Sixx truth or dare?"

"What's your fetish?"

Nikki blushed scarlet, biting his lip before mumbling,"...being licked."

"Huh....interesting," Mick looked nonchalant, but Vince couldn't help giggling as he watched a blush spread across the guitarist's face. Tommy just took a long swig of Jack.

"Guess it's my turn then. Fuck, you guys are never gonna let me live that one down. Vince, truth or dare?"

"I'm not a pussy. Dare," Vince leaned back on the couch.

"What?"

"I dare you....for a as long as you can....to make out with Tommy."

The drummer dropped his Jack, spitting out what he had in his mouth. Vince bolted upright,"WHAT?!"

"You heard me. Make out with Tommy. For as long as you possibly can."

"But he fucking hates me!" Vince exclaimed. Tommy rolled his eyes. Again.

"Vinny, let's just get it over with so I don't have to hear you whine anymore."

Vince sighed and slid over to Tommy. He eyed Mick out of the corner of his eyes.

" Don't look at me. Just do what you need to do, singer."

He looked up at Tommy, almost intimidated by how much taller the drummer was. Shakily, he brushed Lee's hair out of his eyes and...shit. Had Tommy always been this hot? He felt the drummer's arms slither around his curvy hips as he pressed their mouths together, fingers carding through Tommy's thick hair. 

'Fuck, he's going to beat me to death for this but...fuck his lips are sooo sooffft' Vince moaned as Tommy began sucking on his lower lip. 

Screw it, he wasn't going to hold back, regardless of the consequences. He grabbed Tommy's face and smashed their lips together, shoving his tongue into the drummer's mouth as lithe fingers explored his curvaceous body. He was surprised to hear Tommy groan and drop his jaw to give their tongues more room to battle.