Smitten (in progress again🥰)

Haywire

Tommy pulls up into the driveway just as the sun was starting to set. Nikki is snuggled in a happy little ball in his new sweater, snoring softly.

Lee smiles, shaking him gently. His hair bounces around his lax, sleepy face, somehow making him look cuter.

Tommy giggles, shaking him harder,"Niiikkkiiiii, we're hooommme~"

The bassist sits up and ever so gently wraps his arms around Tommy, nuzzling his neck.

Tommy's heartbeat quickens as he carries Nikki to the front door. He feels tingles shooting down his spine at the feeling of Sixx's hot, sweet breath on his skin.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck.' His mind starts wandering as he walks in the door, turning sideways so Nikki would fit.

What would it be like to feel those full lips mark his skin?

What would it be like to to squeeze and rub those gorgeous, dirty hips?

He pushes the thoughts to the back of his mind,'What the hell am I thinking?! Nikki's my friend...at least...I hope he is...'

Mick walks out...more so stumbles, shirtless with his jeans undone,"Wh...when did you get back..?" He has a lovestruck, drunken look on his face.

Tommy stares him up and down.

"What? Vince is amazing with that cock of his~?" Mick practically moans through his gushing. Vince comes out, thankfully fully dressed and refastens his lover's jeans,"How many times have I told you to wait until I redress you?! You're always too delirious to do it yourself!"

The blonde peers over Tommy's shoulder,"Aww, you got him a new sweater! He loves sweaters!"

Tommy smiles fondly,"I can tell. But...it wasn't the best getting it."

Mick and Vince exchange worried glances. Mick walks over knelts down beside Nikki and runs his hands through his hair. Tommy feels that strange pang in his gut as he watches Mars' friendly PDA towards Nikki.

He feels his blood boil, his mind clouding over.

'Don't touch him like that.'

'Stop.'

'You have a boyfriend.'

'He. is. mi-'

"-MY! TOMMY!"

Tommy spins around, towering over Vince,"WHAT?!"

Vince gets right back up in his face, growling,"WHY THE FUCK DO YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'RE GOING TO SLAUGHTER MY BOYFRIEND?!"

Tommy freezes, noticing Mick staring at him. The raven looks almost scared of him, blue eyes wide and filling with tears.

Tommy finally feels the sharp pains in his palms and realizes he was clenching his fists so hard his nails had drawn blood. His jaw is tight and his muscles are tense.

But he doesn't care,"Stop fucking looking at him like that!"

Mick glares icily,"Like what?! I'm comforting my friend!"

Tommy walks to stand over him, feeling lava in his veins," Well you seem to be getting awfully handsy with your friend!" He says the word friend with an irritatingly fake sweetness.

Mick replies, equally condescending,"Ooohh! What're you gonna do about it? It's not like I'm groping him or trying to fuck him!"

Mars stands up, sneering at the drummer. Even with their immense height difference, the guitarist still manages to match Tommy in intimidation.

The raven pouts artificially,"Whaat? Did something happen while we we're gone? Did someone try to seduce your precious little fuck toy?"

That's when Tommy snaps. He rears his hand back, white hot rage consuming him, and slaps Mick hard across the face.

Mick screams out in pain, and cowers away, covering his face. That sets Vince off beyond the edge.

He grabs Tommy the shoulders and slams him against the wall," DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH HIM LIKE THAT AGAIN! DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME YOU LITTLE PEICE OF SHIT!?"

Tommy pales, his actions finally coming to him,"I-I...I...."

The look Vince gives him is burning with hatred as he clenches a hand around his throat, screaming,"I SAID DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?!"

Nikki jolts awake at Vince's furious screaming, looking sacred half to death when he sees the source of the sound.

He nearly trips over Mick in running to his bandmates. He yanks Vince back and shakes his head wildly green eyes bright with horror.

Mick screams, somewhat in anger but mostly in fear,"Guys, stop! Stop! You're scaring us!"

Vince freezes, as does the rest of the band. The only sound in the room is Tommy's pathetic choking. That is until Vince abruptly lets go of the drummer, sending Lee crumbling to the ground in a painful coughing fit.

Nikki drops to his knees next to Tommy, frantically checking him for injuries.

Tommy rubs Nikki's back, coughing softening," I'm okay, Sixx.... I'm okay..."

Mick glares at Vince, who's staring remorsefully at Tommy,"You should be sorry! That was un-fucking-necessary!"

Vince whips to face him, eyes blazing," He fucking slapped you!"

Mick shoots back,"THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO KILL HIM!"

Vince screams back,"FUCK OFF, YOU CRIPPLED BITCH!"

Mick's blue eyes widen, filling with tears.

Nikki and Tommy glance between the fighting couple.

Mick's voice is shaking,"Wh-what did you call me...?"

Vince gasps, horrified,"Oh-Oh, sweetheart!"

He wraps his arms around Mick as Mars starts crying, tears rolling down his face,"Oh, Mick! I'm so sorry! I...I-It just slipped out! I would-I didn't mean to-fuck, I'm so sorry!"

Mick shoves Vince away hard enough for the singer to fall back on the couch and flees down the hall, teeth clenched to hold in his sobs.

Mars' door slams, followed immediately by silence.

Nikki's lips curl into a snarl and he signs angrily,' Vince what the fuck?! Why would you say something like that?!'

"I...I need to go out for a drink....calm down a little,"Vince scrubs his hand over his face, ignoring Nikki's vexation.

The singer grabs his keys and walks out the door, head bowed, blonde locks forming a curtain over his face.

Tommy swallows thickly ," Nik, does...does this happen a lot...?" He rubs his throat, wincing as he presses on the bruises that would no doubt become darkened the next day.

Nikki fishes out his notepad,'No...they're always showering each other in love. Sometimes it gets sickening. I honestly don't know what set Vince off like that.'

Tommy sighs,"And I can hear Mick crying...poor guy..."

'Let's give them time to cool off. I'm sure Vince just overreacted, right?' Nikki scribbles, eyes glimmering with uncertainty.

Tommy nods,"Yeah....yeah...right. Do you think I should talk to Mick?"

Nikki reverts to signing as he shakes his head,'Give him some space....just for a bit.'

Tommy looks around, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly," Alright well....what would you like to do then, Sixx?"

Nikki pokes the drumsticks sticking out of Tommy's pocket. Tommy smiles and twirls them," You wanna jam together?"

Nikki nods and runs off to his room to get his bass, Pomeranian hair fluffing with his movements.

Tommy grins, feeling springy himself as he jumps up to set up his kit