Gay Motley Crue Oneshots (Complete)

Fucking Idiots (Mick x Vince) (Smut)

Mick was sleeping peacefully, room in pitch black darkness as the storm raged on outside. Well, he was half asleep, but the rain was doing a good job of guiding him into slumber.

The Motley House was uncharacteristically quiet that night. Finally, no screaming parties or moaning groupies, no terror twins running around destroying anything they could get their hands on, no Vince bitching about every split hair end, just peace and quiet.

At least until Mick felt someone slide into bed next to him. Agitation spiking, he flipped over snarling,"What the fuck do you wa-...Oh."

Laying their, with wide eyes was Vince, body tense and shaking,"I-I-I...I-I'll go! I'm sorry! S-sorry!" Despite his words, the blonde made no move to get up. Instead he began to cry harder and harder.

Mick sighed,'So much for a good night's sleep.' He gently wrapped his arms around Vince and pulled the weeping singer close, stroking his soft, bed-messed hair,"Shhh...shhh....take a deep breath, Vince."

The guitarist and singer lay there a while, the only sound being the livid rain and Neil's choked whimpers. Mick stroked Vince's waist and arms, cooing softly until the blonde's breathing evened and he was able to lock gazes with the older man.

Mick caressed Vince lovingly, smiling softly as Neil mewled timidly, a blush spreading across his somewhat childish face. The small singer sighed,"Thank you so much. I...Nikki just said something really mean to me."

Vince sniffled, starting to cry again. He whimpered and shook and Mick cooed soothingly,"Shh...Oh, Vinny....no,no,no...shhh." The guitarist wanted to throttle Sixx, regardless of what he said,"How dare that asshole make my Vinny cry?!"

Mick loved Vince with all his heart. He always had. The singer was so small and adorable and sassy and sexy. He had an amazing voice and he was so sweet and affectionate. He just wanted to hold Vince in his arms and protect him and love him forever. At all fucking costs.

But the singer had met a young fan at their last show and the two had hit it off and gone to the dressing room to...y'know. They even went out to dinner afterwards....so Mick could never tell Vince how he felt.

But still, Mick knew he should be the one to have the gorgeous vocalist, not some random, horny fucker.

He traced soothing patterns on Vince's back, before moving down to rub his hips. Neil moaned and squeaked, covering his mouth. He blushed, arching his back as Mick pulled him possesively close,"Ah? Y-your Vinny?" 

Mick didn't answer. He slid his hands down to rub the singer's ass, squeezing it sensually as he began sucking Vince's neck.

"Ah...ah...M-Mick. Wh...what are you d-doing?" Vince squirmed, rolling his hips unknowingly against the raven's, breathing beginning to labor as arousal crept its way into him.

Mick yanked himself away, arms whiplashing back to his body, completely mortified at his whorish actions,"God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-Ah!"

Vince cut the guitarist off by sealing his lips over Mick's, letting out delightful sounds against the older man's tensed mouth. Soon, Mars relaxed against the singer's touch, one hand sliding around Vince's wide hips, while the other slid under his head, tangling itself in his soft, blonde hair, scratching subtly.

"Mmm~mmm...,"Mick moaned, sliding his tongue into Vince's hot, wet mouth, relishing in the taste of his sweet, full lips. His left hand reached behind him, fumbling around in the drawer until he found a bottle of lube.

Without breaking the kiss, he slicked three fingers up and smoothed his hand down Vince's back. Vince shivered and broke the kiss, just barely, whispering with his mouth still against Mick's,"Mmph~Mick....I..."