Gay Motley Crue Oneshots (Complete)

Linguistics of Love (Tommy x Nikki)

If Tommy had been born and raised in Greece.

Pity stabbed at Nikki's core as he watched his drummer try to explain his idea to the band for what had to be the fifth time. Tommy was talented when it came to music and he was attractive and he would be easy to talk to.

The problem was, he didn't speak a word of English. Born and raised in Athens, Greece, he'd moved to America with his mother after she'd finally gathered enough money to move in with her husband. Tommy had chosen to stay with her until that day. 

At least that's what Nikki assumed Tommy had meant. All Lee could do to communicate was draw pictures and he wasn't the greatest artist. Sometimes, it was too hard for him to draw what he was saying.

Just like now. 

Vince was being a diva, rolling his eyes exasperatedly,"Come on, someone just hire a fuckin' translator or something. We can't do this shit every rehearsal."

Nikki glared at Vince,"Shut the fuck up! He may not be able to understand you, but he sure as fuck can tell that you're being a little bitch!"

Vince huffed and looked away. What a dick.

The poor man had tears of frustration in his eyes, nails digging into his knees. Mick gently grabbed his wrist, making Tommy jump,"Kid, calm down. I know you're trying."

Tommy didn't understand a word Mick was saying, but he did guess he was being comforted by the tone of Mars' voice.

But, even so, Tommy began to cry even harder, crystal tears streaming down his pretty face. Nikki couldn't help but notice what a pretty crier Tommy was, his tears making those deep, beautiful brown eyes sparkle, and the way his hair framed his face was just...angelic.

Nikki's heart couldn't take anymore. He wrapped his arms around Tommy, the drummer letting out a sob,"Shhh...you're alright Tommy...I've got you."

Tommy whimpered, clinging to Sixx,"Μισώ αυτό ... Μισώ αυτό ... Θέλω να πάω σπίτι ...(I hate this...I hate this...I wanna go home...)"

Nikki looked at Mick, a lost expression on his face.

'Get him some fresh air,'the guitarist mouthed. Nikki nodded and tilted Lee's chin up. He pointed at the door and stood up, tugging Tommy's wrist as a way to ask him to follow.

The drummer nodded and followed Nikki out onto the cool, starlit sidewalk. They sat down on the grass and a few moments later, Tommy was crying again. Nikki's heart had to be bleeding by now, it broke so much for this poor, lost, beauty.

He pulled Lee's lanky frame into his arms, letting Tommy cry his own heart out into his chest,"Νιώθω τόσο ηλίθιος και άχρηστος! Ποτέ δεν θα φέρω τίποτα καλό σε αυτό το συγκρότημα! Δεν καταλαβαίνω γιατί με θέλεις ακόμα! Γιατί με ήθελες ποτέ!(I feel so stupid and useless! I will never bring anything good to this band! I don't understand why you still want me! Why did you ever want me!)"

Tommy looked up at Nikki, eyes liquified and pleading. "Γιατί με θέλεις ακόμα;(Why do you still want me?)" He whispered. Oh, how Nikki wished he could understand him.

Then an idea struck him and he smiled softly. He got up and walked to the wall near the door of the recording studio, Tommy watching him with his head cocked in curiosity.

The bassist returned with a red gladioulus in hand. He sat back down and took Tommy's hand, weaving their fingers together around the stem,"Flower." 

Sixx let go and let Tommy take the plant completely, long fingers tracing gently over the ruby petals. Then he murmured something to himself, curiously. Then he smiled at Nikki, parroting him in a thickly accented, velvety voice,"Flower..."

Nikki could've died right there. Tommy's first English word. His voice was so beautiful already but this...this moment was precious. Taking the drummer's hand, he pointed up at the sky,"Stars."

"Stars...,"Tommy repeated, a little more confidently. Nikki sighed, gazing into his eyes that now sparkled with late starlight. Sixx's gaze traveled down to the brunette's full lips. He wondered if they were as soft and sweet as they looked.

"Tommy...,"Nikki whispered, making Lee rip his gaze away from the sky. The bassist caressed his face, the younger man blushing. Nikki leaned in, tilting his head, his hand holding his terror twin's jaw steady.

"N-Nikki, τι κάνεις?(N-Nikki, what are you doing?)" Tommy's voice quivered with anticipation as Nikki's arms coiled around his waist.

Their lips brushed and Nikki froze only to murmur one word,"Kiss." With that he sealed his mouth over Tommy's, enjoying the Greek beauty's adorable squeak of surprise.

The drummer shuddered, letting out a shaky breath through his nose as he relaxed, melting into the kiss. He moaned, wrapping his arms around Nikki's neck, tangling his hands in Sixx's thick, wild hair. Nikki pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. Electric shocks flooded his body when Tommy's long, moist tongue wrapped around his own, swirling and flicking. 

Tommy tugged at his hair,"Mmllph~" Nikki pushed him down into the grass, pinning his arms above his head as they continued making out, thick, slow, and passionate. Tommy whimpered into his mouth and Nikki took this as a request for breathe so he slowly pulled away, a thin strand of saliva connecting them.

The drummer moaned at the empy feeling in his mouth, staring up at Sixx with dazed, astonished eyes.

Nikki rested their forheads together, catching his breath,"I love you..." He knew Tommy wouldn't understand but when he looked down, the drummer was smiling, blushing.

He spoke breathlessly,"I...I love you, Nikki." It had to be the most beautiful thing Sixx had ever heard. He grinned, tears in his eyes as he picked Tommy up and spun him around. Lee squealed in delight, giggling when Nikki nuzzled him. He began blabbering excitedly, probably something about being ticklish.

'He's adorable...no...perfect,'Nikki thought proudly,'My Tommy is perfect.'