Cruefic... finally!
I finally got a Crue fic out. Thank fuck. I'm sure there's much more to come. I was never one for drabbles, but I may work more in this format to combat my ridiculous writer's block. It's interested because I think Crue may be the first fandom I don't have an OTP because the picture of Nikki/Vince seems so delicious, but I have a bunny for Vince/Tommy and I just wrote Nikki/Tommy. So... this should be interested. Probably no Mick... but that spanking picture did create a little demon plot bunny so who knows. I won't commit.
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Fandom: Mötley Crüe
Paring: Nikki Sixx/Tommy Lee
Rating: R for mansex
Comments: I attempted drabble, ended up with a double drabble of 200 words. It was inspired by the linked Jimmy Kimmel interview, specifically the following transcribed part.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kIbcRB9hYwI
Jimmy Kimmel: Now one of you has a birthday coming up.... True?
Vince points right. Tommy points right to Nikki.
Nikki: I do. 22.
Jimmy Kimmel: How does that work? Do you get each other presents?
Tommy: You know what? You know what I'm gonna give him for his birthday? My cold.
Grins and reaches over to pat Nikki across the chest.
The room is dark, no lights on, not even the glow of the television. The navy blue sky visible through the open-curtained hotel room twinkles with a few stars, casting shadows from cookie-cutter hotel room furniture into even an even blacker comparative darkness.
The bed hinges whine as the cheapo, screwed on headboard bangs repeated into the thin wall without a stutter. "You little shit," Nikki growls as he thrusts in hard, metered strokes designed to be ruthless and deliciously punishing. "That sly fucking comment on Jimmy," he grunts with the exertion, sweat beginning to drip across his body, crossing the barrier of the day's grime, causing the dark black greasy eyeliner to ring and feather out around his eyes. "You're gonna give me your goddamn cold. What the fuck do you think people will think that means?"
Tommy just smirks and hikes a leg up from where it dug vengefully into Nikki's hip to atop his shoulder, breaking into a full grin at the grating shift in angle. "Stop trying to be a bitch. Like you give a flying fuck what they think."
Nikki just returned the grin wickedly, not-so-secretly always pleased at the chance for some good mindfuckery.
Untitled
Fandom: Mötley Crüe
Paring: Nikki Sixx/Tommy Lee
Rating: R for mansex
Comments: I attempted drabble, ended up with a double drabble of 200 words. It was inspired by the linked Jimmy Kimmel interview, specifically the following transcribed part.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kIbcRB9hYwI
Jimmy Kimmel: Now one of you has a birthday coming up.... True?
Vince points right. Tommy points right to Nikki.
Nikki: I do. 22.
Jimmy Kimmel: How does that work? Do you get each other presents?
Tommy: You know what? You know what I'm gonna give him for his birthday? My cold.
Grins and reaches over to pat Nikki across the chest.
The room is dark, no lights on, not even the glow of the television. The navy blue sky visible through the open-curtained hotel room twinkles with a few stars, casting shadows from cookie-cutter hotel room furniture into even an even blacker comparative darkness.
The bed hinges whine as the cheapo, screwed on headboard bangs repeated into the thin wall without a stutter. "You little shit," Nikki growls as he thrusts in hard, metered strokes designed to be ruthless and deliciously punishing. "That sly fucking comment on Jimmy," he grunts with the exertion, sweat beginning to drip across his body, crossing the barrier of the day's grime, causing the dark black greasy eyeliner to ring and feather out around his eyes. "You're gonna give me your goddamn cold. What the fuck do you think people will think that means?"
Tommy just smirks and hikes a leg up from where it dug vengefully into Nikki's hip to atop his shoulder, breaking into a full grin at the grating shift in angle. "Stop trying to be a bitch. Like you give a flying fuck what they think."
Nikki just returned the grin wickedly, not-so-secretly always pleased at the chance for some good mindfuckery.