"Vince!" Tommy chimed, holding out a sheet of paper, "Come check out this song!"
Vince called from the kitchen, "I'm making cupcakes! Can you wait for five minutes so I can put them in the oven?"
"FUCK YEAH, I CAN WAIT!"
"What'd you write?" Nikki leaned over to see Tommy's song, "Piece of your—TOMMY WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET THIS?!"
Tommy had found the poem Nikki had written the morning after his dream with Vince. The one he wrote as an outlet for his feelings, all aimed directly at the sweet blonde boy that had recently entered his life.
It was titled Piece of Your Action. He never intended Vince to see it, or for it to be an actual song. He should have burned the damn thing.
"I found it in your room!" Tommy explained innocently, in a way that partially convinced Nikki that he didn't know what is was inspired by, "I don't know why you're so mad, it's pretty good."
"I don't like it..." Nikki thought of an excuse other than please for the love of god don't tell Vince about my horniness, "I don't think the words fit right together."
"Who'd you write this for?" Tommy nudged his side with his elbow, "Was she hot?"
"Nah, man. J-just a dream girl, I guess."
Tommy chuckled, relating to Nikki's heterosexual struggles. Or maybe he saw right through it all and was thinking about Mick.
"Alright, I'm here." Vince threw his oven mitts on the kitchen table and came into the living room, "What's the song?"
"Here you go." Tommy handed Vince the paper, shooting Nikki an acknowledging glance, "It's actually by Nikki."
"I love your songs, Nikki! So I know it'll be good!" He chimed, gripping the paper tightly between his fingers, "Piece of Your Action..." He read aloud slowly.
"Do ya...know what it's about?" Nikki said through his teeth, he could feel himself breaking out into a nervous sweat. If only Vince wasn't so innocent...
Vince didn't respond, he just looked over the song again, "Can we start now? I really want to sing it right now!"
Nikki swallowed hard. Luckily, Tommy spoke up before Vince could get suspicious, "I don't think it's best to rehearse without Mick here anyway, we'll wait until he gets home from work, alright? He should be home soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for him." Vince paused, "Can you tell me about the name?"
"You know Vince, have you ever though about your name." Nikki mentally applauded himself for the seamless segue, "Like, do you like your name?"
Vince nodded slightly, not understanding the suddenly changed the subject.
"Now, what's your full name?"
"Vincent Neil Wharton." He was still a bit skeptical.
"Vince, Vince, Vince!" Tommy piped up, shoving Nikki away to get closer to Vince, "Wanna know Nikki's real name? It's not Nikki!"
"NO. NO. TOMMY DON'T—"
"FRANKLIN CARLTON SERAFINO FERANNA, JR.!" Tommy screeched, fending off Nikki easily as he clawed at the air, trying to fight him.
"Aww, I would love calling you Frankie!" Vince cooed, "It sounds so cute!"
"FUCK OFF PAPADIMITRIOU!" Nikki growled, ignoring Vince's dreamy sigh. And extremely surprised that he was able to shout a long greek name perfectly.
"THAT'S MY MOM!"
"FUCK—"
Tommy suddenly spoke in a low, threatening voice that Nikki didn't even know he could speak in, "Trash talk my mom and I'll break your fuckin' knees."
"I DON'T KNOW YOUR FAMILY HISTORY FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"
"FERANNA." Tommy glared at him.
"BASS." Nikki retorted, "I think that's right..."
"FERANNA."
"BASS"
"FERANNA."
"WHARTON!" Vince wailed, "Nikki, Tommy, please stop shouting."
"Oh no..." Nikki moved to hug him, "Sorry buddy, I forgot you can't stand fighting."
"It's alright, I forgive you." He reassured, "...Frankie."
"That's not my name, you know."
Vince giggled, "But it's cute!"
"Then I'm gonna call you...Vinnie." Nikki gently touched his finger to Vince's nose.
"I don't mind if you call me that, Nikki."
"Vinnie." Tommy tested whether he meant it.
"Not you." Vince shot him a quick glare.
"Okay, rude." Tommy sighed, the was distracted by the sound of Mick opening the door.
"Hey, I'm home!" He called, throwing a bag by the front door.
"MICK!" Tommy shouted, running up to him, "WHAT'S YOUR REAL NAME?!"
"Fuck no, I'm not telling you." He scoffed, "I'd rather let you snort blow off my ass than tell you that shit."
"Take your pants off and I'll go get the cocaine!" Tommy cheered, turning around to retrieve the drug from his stash. Then he briefly stopped to look back at the stunned guitarist. "What are you waiting for, dude? Unbuckle your belt. C'mon, c'mon! What're you waiting for?"
"What's blow?" Vince whispered to Nikki, "What's cocaine?"
"BLOW IS WHAT NIKKI DOES TO HIMSELF WHEN HE GETS LONELY." Tommy screeched obnoxiously.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP TOMMY!" Nikki leapt over to cover Vince's ears, "Don't tell him that! He doesn't know any better! Tommy's joking, Vince."
"Off I go!" Tommy continued on his merry way, skipping and flailing as he moved, "You better have those pants off when I come back."
"Tommy, hold on..." Mick grabbed him by the shirt, "My real name was...Robert."
"What else...?" Tommy asked.
"Deal."
"Middle name?"
"Alan."
"Altogether now..."
"ROBERT ALAN DEAL THERE I SAID IT NOW FUCK OFF."
"Yeah, I can't give you a super cute nickname from that." Vince sighed.
"I thought your real last name was Addams." Nikki snorted.
"GO FUCK YOURSELF." Mick retorted turning to Nikki.
"Fuck him yourself." Tommy huffed, "And let me watch."
"You fucking pervert." Mick shoved him away.
"Sorry, sorry. I can't help that you turn my bendy ruler into a wooden ruler."
"Ruler? That's a weird euphemism."
"What? It's a foot long." Tommy paused, "Twelve inches baby."
Mick's gaze slowly slid down, then he quickly snapped out of it once he caught himself staring.
"YOU FUCKING LOOKED." Tommy pointed a finger at him, "I KNEW YOU WERE HOT FOR ME!"
"FUCKING HORNY TEENAGER."
"I can't help it. I got a thing for older guys."
"This is why we think you're gay, buddy." Nikki added.
"Shut up, Sixx. You're fucking gay too." Mick held up one hand to silence Nikki and put the other on his hip, "Tommy, the fuck do you mean?"
"You heard me. I like older guys." He repeated, affirming his previous statement.
"Listen, kid, I ain't gonna be your sugar daddy." Mick growled, "I can even pay you because you waste all my money on that one stripper. What's her fucking name again?"
"If I keep showering Dark Star with money maybe she'll finally take me to the back room."
"Who's Dark Star?" Vince asked, grabbing ahold and shaking Nikki's arm.
"A girl Tommy likes."
"But I thought he liked Mick."
"I'm a pretty complicated guy." He shrugged.
"Dark Star literally looks like Mick as a chick wearing leather and fishnets. No he's not." Nikki explained to be met with an annoyed glare from Tommy. Vince slipped away from Nikki and hurried into the kitchen at the sound of a timer beeping.
"I have a type, okay."
"I've never actually seen her." Mick started, "BECAUSE I'M AT WORK. STOP BLOWING MY FUCKING MONEY ON STRIPPERS."
"He only insists on going to that shitty little strip joint because they don't care about I.D." Nikki sighed, thinking of the one he preferred, "Plus, Dark Star is only there in the late afternoon. Who the fuck goes to a strip club at five thirty? That means they think she's a shitty stripper."
"I'll get her promoted."
"WELL MAYBE SHE DOESN'T WANT TO BE PROMOTED." Mick screeched, "JUST STOP WASTING MY MONEY ON STRIPPERS."
"I CAN WASTE YOUR MONEY ON WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT."
"GET A JOB."
"YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO OLD MAN."
"I MADE CUPCAKES." Vince screamed aggressively, angrily holding a steaming tray of cupcakes, "SORRY. I HAVEN'T DECORATED THEM YET."
"THANK YOU, VINCE. I REALLY APPRECIATE IT." Nikki reached over without thinking to take one, he jumped when his hand met the hot metal of the tray.
"NIKKI!" Vince thrusted the tray into Mick's cold, dead hands. He didn't react at all. Vince came running to Nikki, "Did you burn your hand!?"
Vince threw his oven mitts at Tommy and took Nikki's hand in his own, examining his fingers, "No, Vinnie, I'm good."
"Are you sure? I have bandaid."
"It's fine, it just burned a little bit. I think I'll be good—" Nikki tried to say, but Vince took a small bandage out of his pocket and gingerly wrapped it around his finger.
He patted Nikki's hand before taking his oven mitts from Tommy and gently hitting Nikki on his head, "Don't do that again! You scared me!" He said sternly.
"Guys..." Mick spoke up, "I can't feel my fucking hands I'm scared."
"Oh! Sorry!" Vince donned his oven mitts again and took the still-hot tray from Mick's hands, "Do you want a bandaid too?"
"How am I still okay?" Mick stared blankly at the red palms of his hands, "D-do I have super powers?"
Bruh this chapter is 1533 words including this A/N.
Also, I am not good at coming up with stripper names.