The category is misc. but I would like smut if that’s possible
Uuuuuuh this is like, pre-smut? Hope you still like it ^^;
(Sentence Starters: Misc 16. “YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”)
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Tommy felt a little like a high school girl, laying on his stomach on his bed, head in his hands, legs kicking behind him while Nikki tried on different outfits in front of him. Motley Crue was playing at the Whiskey-a-Go-Go that night, their biggest venue so far, and all of them were off the walls excited for it. So obviously, Nikki demanded to raid his boyfriend’s closet to find a suitable outfit.
The bassist spent most of his money on increasingly flashy high heeled boots, most of which were currently piled on Tommy’s floor, and so he had developed a habit of stealing the rest of his outfit from his boyfriend. It had become a bit of a battle between them actually, not because Tommy minded lending the other man his clothes, but because Nikki had a habit of never returning them.
“Okay, okay,” Nikki turned back and forth in front of the full-length mirror leaning against the wall before turning to Tommy, “What do you think about this one? Be honest.”
Putting his hands on his hips, Nikki flipped his hair and posed dramatically. He was wearing a form-fitting tank top with a dark denim vest over it. Black leather warm warmers went up to his biceps with laces running up the sides. Chains and studs decorated tight black leather pants, and the outfit was completed with his favorite red thigh high boots.
Tommy grinned, biting his lip, “I think it’d look better on my bedroom floor.”
Immediately, the coy look Nikki had been wearing was replaced with an embarrassed flush. Tommy always found it adorable how quick Nikki’s confidence turned to shyness when faced with blatant flirting. Sputtering, he stepped forward to slap at Tommy’s head, “Shut up!”
Laughing, the drummer threw his arms up to defend himself, “YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”
“That’s not helpful!” He exclaimed, unable to suppress a grin even as he blushed.
Lightly grabbing his wrists to stop the attack, Tommy sat up, pulling Nikki closer with a smirk, “Hm, I could probably think of a few other ways to describe how you look right now if you want-”
“Stop!” Nikki laughed, covering Tommy’s entire face with his hand.
Chuckling, the drummer wrapped his arms around the other man’s waist, tugging him forward until his knees hit the bed, “You wanted my opinion! And my opinion is you should just take the whole outfit off. Right now, preferably.”
“Hm,” Nikki hummed in consideration, leaning forward with a smirk until his lips were nearly touching Tommy’s, “That bad, huh?”
Sliding his hands under Nikki’s shirt, Tommy grinned mischievously as they tumbled back onto the bed together, “Oh yes,” he drawled, “very, very, bad.”
