Gay Motley Crue Oneshots (Complete)

Sedatephobia (Mick x Tommy)

The extreme and/or irrational fear of silence.

There was nothing. Literally nothing. No light, no voices, no music, no movement.

Just cold, dark, stale, silence.

In the middle of it all lay a certain drummer, curled up in a tight ball on the floor of his room, broken radio on the ground next to him. It was so quiet, so very quiet.

Tommy willed himself to speak but no words would come, leaving him to choke on his sobs, shaking. Even the girls had left and now it was so, so desolate.

'Someone please make a sound! Please! Please, what did I do to deserve this!' Tommy started crying, but even he didn't notice in the dark bubble surrounding his mind.

He especially didn't here himself scream in mental agony.

Then, a blinding glow filled a small sliver of the room, and Tommy instinctively reached for it as though it were his lifeblood. He looked up from his groveling position to see a dark silhouette in the doorway.

"Tommy?"

Lee's heart raced as he tried to scuttle away, breathe coming out in shallow rapid gasps. He was going to die. Some crazy stalker had broken in and was probably going to kidnap him, torture him, sell his organs on the black market-

The figure stepped in through the light and knelt down beside the shaking ball of a drummer,"What's the matter, kid?"

Tommy looked up. 

It was just Mick.

Tommy didn't feel any better though. He sobbed, curling up further, mind fuzzy, heart palpatating. He barely registered Mick gathering him in his arms, pressing his ear against his chest.

Finally, there was sound. His lover's heartbeat, strong and steady filling the torturous silence. A hand combs through his hair and Mick whispers softly,"Shh, I'm here. You're okay. I've got you, darling."

He cradled Tommy in his arms,  holding him within the small sliver of light, the slice of heaven in this hell.

The drummer closed his eyes as Mick's thumb caressed his face, his lips pressing against his forehead.

Tommy let out a sob at Mick's knuckles rubbing his jaw. He could still feel the void trying to drag him back down out of the arms of his angel.

Mars' hand trailed down his neck, warm callouses sliding over his jugular. He shivered and whimpered as his lover stroked his chest. 

Mick's hand stilled as he murmured so softly, Tommy almost had to strain to here him,"Heartbeat's racing. Poor thing."

Lee was shaking violently, little streams of tears trailing down his face. Mick held him close, curling over him slightly as if physically protecting him from whatever he may be afraid of,"Shh...it's okay. Just let it out. You're safe..."

The floodgates burst open full force. Tommy let out a long scream, sobbing through it as he fisted Mick's jacket in both hands. Mick held him close all the while, rocking him in his arms, cooing softly. Only when the Niagra Falls' flow of tears stopped did Tommy dare look into his boyfriend's eyes.

Mick had tears in his own eyes as he coos,"Tommy...my sweet baby..." He kisses and nibbles at Tommy's strong jawline, murmuring softly,"I never should've left you all alone like this, my love. I'm so sorry..."

He slides his hand under Tommy's legs, the other under his back, around his shoulders.

Tommy blinks, then whimpers, face contorting in preparations of a sob. He clutches Mick's shirt, shaking as he murmurs his lover's name over and over,"Mick....Mick...."

"I know, I know. God, I'm so sorry for leaving you like this,"He gathered Tommy in his arms,"My Tommy..."

"I...I feel better now," Tommy wiped his eyes and sniffled, but shuffled closer to Mick in his arms.

Mick smiled down at him, blushing,"Tommy....would you like to hear a story?"

Tommy,"Y-yeah...I like your voice." 

Mick smiled, letting out a breath that could pass for a laugh,"Once upon a time, there was a little bat. A cranky, moody, dark little bat. He was...antisocial and standoffish. He didn't like socializing much. Then one day, that bat met a fox. This fox intrigued the little bat. He was long and lanky, mishchevious and charismatic. Beautiful. On the first day, the bat refused to pay attention to the fox, who tried mercilessly to win his favor. On the second, the bat began spare a hello, perhaps a short talk. Then on the third, he became good friends with the fox."

Mick took Tommy's hand, squeezing it tightly,"On the the fourth day, the bat fell in love. So on the fifth he sat in fear, wondering how he would ever tell his beloved fox, who made him feel so bright, so alive, filling the pieces of his heart he never knew where missing. Then on the sixth day, he gathered his courage and prepared a gift. Finally, on the seventh day."

He set Tommy to sit on the ground. Tommy stood up, curiously, heart racing, though this time, with something even beyond joy. 

Mick got down on one knee and pulled out a velvet box and opened it, revealing a sparkling diamond ring,"On the seventh day, he asked the fox to be his. Thomas Lee Bass, my beloved fox, will you marry me?"

Tommy let out something between a gasp and a sob, thick tears of joy streaming from his big, brown eyes. Mick looked up at him, icy eyes shimmering in fear and anticipation.

Tommy gasped out,"Y-yes...I do! Yes, I'll marry you!"

He pulled Mick to his feet, the guitarist's black hair flying behind him as Tommy smashed their lips together in a desperate kiss.

Their lips stayed sealed, moving in sync as they encased one another in each other's arms. 

This was the kind of silence Tommy could take in comfort.

Perhaps...even...enjoy.