Gay Motley Crue Oneshots (Complete)

It's Yours Part 1 (Nikki x Tommy) (Mpreg)

Tommy watched as Nikki raced to the restroom after the show. The bassist had been vomiting a lot lately. Not to mention he'd been extremely moody and craved weird foods.

He went up to Nikki, who'd abandoned his trip to the restroom to puke into the nearest garbage can.

"Baby...we need to get you to a do-"

"No, you know I hate doctors," Sixx gasped out before bending over to dry heave. All Tommy could do was hold his hair back and kiss his neck.

When they got back on the tour bus, Nikki was terribly dizzy and sweating way too much. Tommy gently slipped him out of his striped stage clothes and into shorts and a tank top.

"Fuck, I feel horrible. H-have I ever told you that outfit looks great on you, baby?"

"Yes you have, thank you, Nik. I'm gonna go get you some medicine alright?" He kissed the bassist's damp forhead and walked to the front of the bus. Mick came over and knelt down next to him.

"How ya feelin', bassist?" 

Nikki let out a bitter laugh,"Like I'm going to combust any minute."

"Listen...I've been thinking about your symptoms and...," He held small, white stick out to the younger male.

Nikki glared at him, whisper yelling so Tommy wouldn't hear,"A fucking pregnancy test are you kidding me?!" 

Mick put a hand on Sixx's shoulder, gently urging the bassist into a sitting position,"I know it seems ridiculous but...Sixx, just think about it. Who was the last person you fucked?"

"I haven't fucked anyone but Tommy since we got together."

"And you had sex last week right?"

"Yes."

"Nausea?"

"Yes."

"Cravings?"

"Yes."

"Moodiness?"

"Yes."

Mick sighed and grasped Nikki's arms gently,"Go take it, Sixx. I promise, whatever happens we'll support you."

Shakily, Nikki stood up, took the test and went to the restroom at the back of the bus.

A few minutes later, the raven picked up the stick and nearly dropped it as his eyes widened in horror.

It was positive.

Staggering out of the restroom, Nikki dug his nails into his upper arms, a panic attack slowly consuming him.

"Fuck, fuck. Oh god, Oh fucking hell," Nikki muttered as his breathing became rapid and shallow. Mick noticed the bassist's state and put an arm around his shoulders.

"It's okay, just breathe, breathe. Sixx, look at me. You're okay. Yeah?" 

Nikki was able to slow his breathing down a little, though his heart was still a little speedy," Yeah...yeah I'm okay."

The guitarist didn't have to ask for the results of the test. Sixx's condition said it all.

"You want us to be there when you tell Tommy?"

Just then, Tommy walked in, Vince trailing behind," Tell me what?"

Nikki's face paled. Tommy took Nikki's hand, looking at Mick,"Is something wrong with Nikki?"

Sixx looked at the guitarist for help. Mick shook his head,"It's not my news to share, Nikki."

Taking a deep breath, tears streaming from his eyes, he held out the positive test. Tommy raised an eyebrow," Did one of us knock up some chick?"

Nikki was crying now,"No, Tommy thi-this is my test. These are my results." Tommy dropped Nikki's hand, eyes widening. Vince covered his mouth, equally shocked.

Finally, Tommy found his voice again," Oh my god, Nik. Baby y-you're...you're pregnant?"

"Yes, and it's yours." 

Tommy's face lit up as he picked Nikki up, spinning them around,"Oh my god, Nikki! I'm so fucking happy! I love you so much. Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He peppered Sixx's face in kisses making the older man laugh. 

Nikki blushed,"Now that I think about it, my stomach has gotten a little bigger."

"C'mere, baby," Tommy sat back down on the fold out couch, Mick and Vince sitting on the floor. He pulled Nikki into his lap and smoothed his hands over the bassist's stomach. He could feel a faint roundness. That's when the whole reality of the situation hit Tommy and he started crying tears of joy.

"What's wrong, Tommy?" Vince raised an eyebrow, genuinely concerned. Tommy hugged Nikki close, wailing into the bassist's shoulder," I'm so haaaaappyyyy!"

Nikki smiled, placing a hand over his belly," They're gonna be great, Tommy. Now quit the waterworks. Moodswings are my job."

(This is gonna be a saga, part two coming soon)