Gay Motley Crue Oneshots (Complete)

I Should've Been There (Mick x Tommy)

This is gonna be sad, and perhaps a little triggering. Nobody dies though so...I guess there's that.

Mick was walking down the Sunset Strip, black hood pulled over his head. The rest of the Crue was back at some bar he forgot the name of, drinking themselves stupid. Normally, he'd be doing the same but...it was just too much for him today.

He leaned against the cold, brick wall of some random building and lit a cigarette. He closed his eyes, letting his head drop back.

Before he could even breathe the smoke out, he felt a hand grab his shoulder roughly. He looked up to meet the eyes of some thug, probably a dealer.

"Gimme whatcha got on ya?" The guy held out his free hand, demanding money.  Mick jerked, trying to force the guys hand off his shoulder,"I ain't got any cash. Now get the fuck off me!"

"I know you got cash. Now give it before I deck ya!"

Eyes blazing, Mick stood up straight, smashing his cigarette into the wall,"I told you I don't have any!"

"So be it then," The guy threw the guitarist to the ground and kicked him in the ribs.

"Fuck!" Mick tried to scramble back up and fight back but the guy snapped his fingers and two more thugs came and held him down.

The leader raised his foot and brought it down hard on Mars' back. Mick threw his head back, screaming bloody murder as a sickening crunch rang through the air. He fell limp, darkness creeping into the edges of his vision as the guys continued to beat him. 

Then suddenly, it stopped. Mick heard the sound of fading, running footsteps and felt his body being pulled into someone's arms. Everything felt and sounded like he was trapped underwater. He felt someone try to pull him into a sitting position. He heard himself scream in pain and the person let out a shout, laying him back down. 

He could barely make out,"Oh my god, Mick. Oh, holy shit. VINCE, NIKKI GET A FUCKING AMBULANCE!"

Was that Tommy? Mick couldn't get the answer to his question as he slowly lost conciousness.

At the hospital Tommy was pacing around, nearly tearing his hair out,"Oh god, oh god, why wasn't I there? Why didn't I notice him leave?"

Nikki stood up, blocking the drummer and grabbed the taller man's shoulders,"Tommy, you know Mick. He likes to be alone sometimes. He probably just slipped out when he knew no one would notice."

Vince had left the room a bit earlier to go talk to a nurse and came back in,"The doctor is back."

A doctor followed the blonde into the room,"Mick is alive. We did lose him for a few minutes, but...he suffered several fractured ribs and a snapped spine."

Tommy felt his jaw drop, tears spilling from his eyes as he whispered,"They fucking snapped his spine? Oh my-" The drummer buried his face into Nikki's shoulder. Vince turned back to the doctor as Sixx tried his best to comfort his crying Terror Twin. 

"Can we see him? Is he awake?"

"Yes...but keep in mind, he'll be in a lot more pain than he usually is. He probably won't be able to tour for the next six months."

They followed the doctor down the hall to a room at the end. Tommy was the first to walk in and his heart nearly stopped as he rushed over to the bed. 

"H....Hey, Tommy. Nggh, fuck," Mick grimaced, tear stains visible on his face. Tommy brushed his hair out of his face,"I'm so sorry, Mick."

"W-what do you have to be sorry for?" the guitarist whimpered. God, it hurt so much. Tommy's eyes filled with tears,"Aren't you on any painkillers for this shit?"

"Yeah but they...shit....don't seem to be kicking in."

Tommy wiped his eyes,"I'm so stupid. You'd think I'd notice the person I love left the room."

"Person you..? Wait. What?" Mick stared up at Tommy, blushing deeply. Tommy slapped a hand over his mouth,"Well...I-I...um...oh, fuck it." He bent down and kissed the guitarist softly. Mick let out a squeak of surprise before his eyes fell shut. He returned the kiss, glad the doctor had left the room, and took the younger man's hand in his own. 

Vince nudged Nikki,"This is so adorable. Though, I wish it was under better circumstances." Nikki just stared at the two lovers, nodding. He put an arm around the blonde's curvy waist, squeezing. Vince blushed and looked up at the bassist to see if he could find any sort of emotion, but the bassist's thick, black hair covered his eyes and his mouth didn't tell him anything either.

Tommy finally pulled away,"I'm so sorry for not being there, baby." He gently peppered Mars' face in featherlight kisses.  Mick played with Tommy's hair,"It's okay, kid. I just wanted to be alone for awhile, y'know. You had no way of knowing. I love you, Tommy."

"I love you too, Mick. I'm gonna take care of you, okay?" He pulled up a chair, sitting down and gently laying his head on the older man's chest, listening to his lover's heartbeat as he played with his long, black hair. 

Mick looked up at Nikki and Vince, then his eyes trailed down to the bassist's arm, which was still around the blonde's waist. He smirked,"Watcha got there, Nik?"

"A tall glass a water," Nikki said before slapping Vince's ass, causing the singer to let out a surprised,"Nikki!"