Gay Motley Crue Oneshots (Complete)

Sixx is the Luckiest Number (Poly!Crue)

Mick, Tommy, and Vince were lazing around the apartment, waiting for Nikki to return home from the Strip.

"Hey, babes?!" Vince called from making popcorn in the kitchen.

Mick was the one to answer, sitting on the couch with a sleepy Tommy's head in his lap,"What?"

Tommy sat up and stretched,"He's back at the bar getting some dick, remember? Some dude started flirting with him and slapped his ass. And we all know first hand that move is the golden fuckin' ticket with Sixx."

Vince came in with popcorn and beer, an eyeroll accompanying the fond smile on his face,"Slutty bastard, he is."

Mick scoffed,"Oh, YOU'RE one to talk!"

Vince giggled, kissing the guitarist sweetly as he put the dishes down on the coffee table.

Then, a knock sounded at the door. Tommy broke into a bright grin,"Nikki's back!"

The drummer leaped up and flounced to the door. He opened it and just as he predicted, Nikki WAS standing there, but...something was off.

The bassist was still in his stage outfit, didn't look disheveled or fucked in the least. His head was beant low, bangs covering his eyes.

Tommy smiled softly and rested his hands on his first love's shoulders,"What? Did he forget about you? Lousy fuck?"

Nikki shakily raised his head, exposing his eyes and revealing that he was in absolute tears. Tommy's heart jolted in panic at Sixx's distress,"Oh my god! Nikki!"

Vince and Mick looked up from their apparently started french kiss and felt that same sharp pang in their chests. Vince ran to shut the door as Tommy helped Nikki sit on the couch between him and Mick.

Nikki buried his face in his knees, wrapping his arms around his thick thighs as he sobbed, now loudly and uncontrollably. Mick rubbed his back, mumuring softly,"What happened, sweet bassist?"

"Was he THAT fuckin lousy?!" Tommy spat, earning a 'are you that stupid' look from Mick. Lee growled through his embarassed blush, yet continued to pet Nikki's hair,"Sixxy dear..."

Vince got on his knees and held Nikki's calloused hands in his own soft ones. "Tell us what's wrong,"he finished for Tommy. He crawled between Nikki's legs, craning his neck to gently nudge the raven's soaked face with his nose. Sixx let out a small chirping sound and whimpered, shying away.

Vince pulled back, surprised. Nikki usually loved it when he did that.

"Nikki, tell us what happened," Mick stated firmly, squeezing his lover's striped shoulder. Nikki finally looked up. He always listened to Mick, his second love, after all. 

Vince tched when he saw that the bassist's gorgeous face was a mess of blotchy red tear marks, smeared stripes and smudged lipstick and eyeliner. He ran to the kitchen, returning with a damp cloth.

With one hand, he cupped the side of Nikki's face, the other dabbing the cloth gently over his eyes. Once he was done, Vince took Nikki's face in both his hands, thumbs rubbing just under Sixx's piercing, green eyes.

Tommy slipped Nikki's bandanna off. The bassist's hair immediately poofed back out into its usual, unmanageable mess. Tears spilled from his eyes, which Vince wiped away. 

Finally, he parted his smooth lips to whimper softly,"I'm such an ugly, slutty, freak!"

His boyfriends gasped out in unison,"What..?!"

"I w-was...I was flirting with that guy and things-well I thought thing were going really well when he pinned me against the wall b-but then, he called me a fatass. Of course I played it off as a joke, but..."