Gay Motley Crue Oneshots (Complete)

Breathtaking (Nikki x Tommy)

Nikki was sitting on the couch staring at Tommy, studying the drummer's beautiful, thick, waves of black hair. He wanted so badly to just run his fingers through those luxurious, dark curls. Pull Tommy's hair and make him moan in pain and pleasure. The bassist licked his lips at the thought of Tommy moaning underneath him, begging to be-

"Hey, Sixx. You alright? You've been staring at me a while now,"Tommy was smirking over his shoulder at Nikki, a hand on his narrow hips. Damn, he looked hot.

Nikki felt his mouth dry up and he cleared his throat,"Uhh, yeah I was just...just thinkin' about your hair."

'Damnit, Sixx! Abort, abort, abort the gay train!'

Lee smiled and flipped his hair,"What about it?"

Shit, too late.

"It's....real pretty. I...I kinda wanna play with it,"Nikki looked down, twiddling his fingers nervously. Tommy sauntered over and sat down on the floor, leaning his head back so his thick hair flowed over Sixx's lap,"Go ahead then, I love it when people play with my hair."

Tenatively, Nikki began fingering those beautiful, loose curls, eliciting a pleasured sigh from Tommy. He tangled his fingers in the dark strands and scrunched roughly.

"Mmmn, Nikki that feels so good~" Tommy arched his back, searching for the bassist's hands. Nikki blushed as he moved a hand to tug a little closer to his terror twin's face. The drummer whimpered slightly.

"Did I hurt you, baby?"Nikki was surprised to find that he didn't regret letting the pet name slip. It felt natural. 

"No...no, just keep doing what your doing. Oohhh, god that feels nice. Your hands are so warm, Nik,"Tommy's eyes had fallen shut, the younger man biting his lip softly, a faint blush evident on his pretty face.

"You look beautiful, Tommy,"Nikki whispered under his breath so that only he heard it.

Or so he thought.

"I....what?"Lee asked. Nikki, feeling a surge of confidence, grabbed the drummer's jaw and forced his head up before smashing their lips together. Given the fact that Tommy's face was upside down, it was a little awkward but god, it felt so good. Tommy's lips were so soft, and sweet, and full goddamn, Nikki couldn't get enough of it.

"Mmm~mmph~mm~"Tommy moaned when their tongues twisted together strangely and he angled his head to nose at Sixx's throat. The bassist giggled, breaking them apart.

He looked down at Lee, a soft smile on his face,"Tommy...my best friend, my terror twin...I love you. With all my heart, Tommy Lee. I love you."

Tommy's face lit up, eyes filling with tears,"You...you love me? Like really, dude? No, joke?"

Nikki shook his head, fondly running his hands through his lover's hair. Tommy flipped himself over so that he lay comfortably in Sixx's lap.

Then he felt the bassist twisting his hair. He raised an eyebrow,"Nikki, baby? What are you doing?"

"Braiding your hair. I've never seen you wear it back."

"You can braid hair?" Tommy laughed softly, enjoying the feeling of Nikki's calloused fingers on his skin.

"No...I'm winging it with what I've seen chicks do. Hold still, beautiful,"the bassist murmured. Tommy complied and was nearly asleep by the time Nikki shook him slightly,"Sit back,Tommy. I wanna see how it looks."

The drummer opened his eyes and sat back on his knees. Sixx gasped,"Oh, Tommy. You look...f-fucking breathtaking. Oh god, you're so beautiful."

Tommy stood up and then sat back down in Nikki's lap,"I know I have great hair but breathtaking? I think that's a bit of a stretch...." His lover shook his head, eyes still wide with awe and affection,"No, no baby oh, you're so pretty." 

Nikki took Tommy's face in his hands and trailed the drummer's jaw with featherlight kisses. Tommy giggled and pressed himself against Nikki,"You know, you don't have to wash me in compliments like this,babe."

"Oh yes I do. I'm gonna do it everyday from now on so you know just how fucking amazing and beautiful and sweet and charming and funny and adorable you are,"Nikki whispered making Tommy smile and blush as Nikki began trailing kisses down his neck, hands languidly stroking the drummer's thin waist.