“No more, no more,” Joe sang.
He could hear his voice vainly trying to recall the notes Steven had drummed into his head. He knew he was failing miserably though just by the look on Steven’s face. He was red as a fire hydrant and his eyes were hard and flinty. Joe was trying his hardest or at least he felt he was. It was hard to tell sometimes after he’d snorted a line. The minute the recording light went off Steven unleashed his temper.
“What the fuck was that?” Steven screamed.
“Music, I guess,” retorted Joe with disdain as he rummaged in his pockets for a cigarette.
“Music? That wasn’t fuckin’ music! That was a fuckin’ dog dyin’. For fuck’s sake, Perry, don’t you fuckin’ know when you got it right?”
Joe knew better than to respond now as Steven gathered his breath to continue his tirade.
“C’mon, man, it’s like sex—you either know it or you don’t.”
Now that last bit pinned Joe’s ears back and sent a ping of sensation due south at break neck speed. Sex. That was it in a nutshell. How the hell was he supposed to concentrate on singing the notes correctly while watching those damn lips sing the same thing only better?
“Are you even fuckin’ listening to me, Perry?”
Joe just nodded a bit and lit the cigarette he’d managed to find in his pocket.
“No, you’re not, your head’s off somewhere else. Probably stuck so far up Elissa’s pussy you can’t see straight.”
“Leave her the hell out of this, Steven,” said Joe with a dark scowl.
Steven just smirked at him evilly. He knew he’d pushed one of Joe’s buttons with that remark about Elissa. It was about the only way he got any emotion out of Joe these days ever since she’d come around. The bitch was nothing but trouble but Joe was too blinded by love and lust to see it.
“Fine, let’s try it again.”
“Nah, I’ve had enough of your shit for one day.”
Steven’s blood pressure spiked another couple of notches as he watched Joe turn and just stroll nonchalantly past their friend Maxanne Satori and out of the studio.
“Get the fuck back here you bastard, we’re not done.”
“Yeah we are.”
Steven was so pissed that it felt like smoke would pour out of his ears at any moment. He stormed past Maxanne giving her little more than a cursory glance in his determined pursuit of the stubborn, obstinate Joe Perry.
“Get the fuck back in there dammit; we need to finish this shit today. The suits are already bitching about the album being behind schedule.”
“We wouldn’t be so fuckin’ slammed for time if you’d have the lyrics ready when you’re supposed to, asshole.”
It was a low blow and Joe knew it but Steven deserved it for giving him shit about Elissa. He felt Steven grab his shoulder and wrench him around to face him when he finally caught up. They looked at each other eye to eye, two flaming tempers just waiting to boil over when the right ingredient was added.
“You motherfuckin’ asshole!” Steven snarled as he tried to catch his breath. “Why don’t you fuckin’ try writing the lyrics sometime, see how tough it really is.”
“Maybe I will someday,” retorted Joe as he pulled free of Steven’s grip, “but not today.”
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going anyway?”
“Hotel, I guess. I’m tired of fuckin’ listening to you today.”
Especially when there were so many other things Joe could think of to use that big mouth of Steven’s for. A little voice in the back of his head whispered wicked thoughts of what might happen if Steven chose to continue following. And all of those wicked thoughts had Steven reduced to making nothing but sighs and moans rather than griping at Joe for whatever he’d done wrong.
“You just want to go play with Elissa, you pussy whipped son of a bitch,” Steve griped as he halted from following Joe to the door. “If that’s what you want then go on and get the fuck out of here. I’ll do the fuckin’ harmonies myself.”
Joe sighed and turned back to face Steven. He knew that that last remark wasn’t made out of anger; it was made out of hurt. Steven always disguised when someone had hurt his feelings by throwing a temper tantrum like a little child. It was really his way of saying pay attention to me, don’t you dare ignore me. In this case it was the fact that he thought Joe wanted to go play with his girlfriend instead of sticking around and playing with him like they used to.
“She’s not there, Steven, she’s out with some friends doing girly shit.”
Joe bit his lip and thought for a moment before opening his mouth again.
“You could come with me, y’know, if you want to. Just shoot the shit for a change rather than working.”
Steven eyed him suspiciously and with good reason considering Joe never invited him to hang out anymore. Elissa didn’t want him around for fear of him getting into her and Joe’s stash. That was one of the things that got under Steven’s skin the most these days when it came to Elissa. It wasn’t that she’d just taken Joe away from him; she’d taken Joe’s drugs away from him as well. And what added insult to injury was that by being with her Joe now had access to all this high-grade shit that Steven couldn’t get because he didn’t have Elissa’s connections. That shit was the best and she only shared it with Joe if she shared it with anyone at all. Steven could easily use up all his fingers and toes counting the number of fights that’d broken out between the three of them and even just Joe and Elissa over sharing drugs.
“What’s in it for me?”
“We could work on those harmonies you were bitchin’ at me about.”
Joe could tell that wasn’t good enough as far as Steven was concerned. He shifted his body slightly, partially out of nerves and partially to hide the slight bulge in his jeans. The picture he’d gotten in his head of practicing those harmonies and what could result from that had him desperate to think up something that’d convince Steven into following him.
“I’ll break out some of the blow Elissa scored a couple of days ago. It’s supposed to be some damn good shit,” Joe offered then muttered. “It better be for what she spent on it.”
Steven’s eyes lit up at that prospect and Joe felt his heart sink a little bit.
“Well, what’re we waiting for then?”
And with that Steven headed toward the door. He didn’t even look back once to check if Joe was following. He simply knew that Joe would follow his lead like he did in almost everything. The man had been like a puppy on a leash for as long as Steven had known him. He couldn’t resist smirking to himself when he finally heard the resigned sigh followed by heavy footfalls as Joe came up along side him.
“So how far is it to your hotel?”
“Not far.”
Joe’s mind raced with thoughts as they headed down the steps and climbed into his car. ‘What if he’s not interested?’ he thought. ‘What if he’s only doing this for the blow? What if Elissa comes back early?’ That last thought stirred fear in Joe’s heart and made his foot hit the gas even harder. There was no way of knowing just when she’d be back so he’d have to be ready to get himself and Steven out of there in a hurry.
“This is it,” he announced as they pulled up and got out of the car.
“Not much to look at,” Steven remarked. “Would’ve thought Elissa would’ve demanded better.”
He shot Joe a look that was part jealousy and part regret. He’d never wanted Joe to get involved with Elissa. The woman had tried her wiles on him back when he’d first broken out of Sunapee with Chain Reaction but he’d turned her down once he’d seen what a demanding bitch she was. Now she’d sunk her claws into Joe and it’d warped him badly.
“The inside’s better than the outside,” said Joe as he led him up to the door. “Not like it really matters much.”
Steven nodded in agreement and followed Joe inside and upstairs to his well appointed room. He tried not to watch too intently as Joe rummaged around in his luggage and other places looking for the stash he'd promised to share.
“I know it’s here somewhere,” Joe muttered. “Just gotta find where the bitch hid it.”
Steven tried to focus on anything but Joe but he found his eyes wandering back time and time again to skim over his friend as he moved. Joe could sense Steven watching him and kept his back turned as he continued to search until he found the tiny bag of white powder. When he turned around to face him Steven looked away hastily which had Joe rather suspicious.
“Here it is,” said Joe as he sat down at the table. “Got a mirror?”
Steven nodded and handed a small cosmetics compact to Joe that contained not only a mirror but also the razor for cutting the lines of blow. Joe laid out the lines and then snorted his share before passing it to Steven.
“Goddamn,” murmured Steven as he sat back in his seat. “You weren’t wrong, Joe…weren’t wrong at all…”
Joe smiled blissfully and leaned back in his chair as he waited for the high to kick in. His eyes fluttered shut as the long days and nights in the studio caught up with him. His weary mind slid into a realm that was part drug and part dream that uncoiled long repressed thoughts from his unconscious. He fantasized about Steven sliding out of the chair beside him and down onto his knees. He fantasized that Steven would open his fly and tease his cock slowly before swallowing it between those famous lips.
“Steven,” he whispered.
The man in question looked over at his friend who seemed to be lost in the haze of some sort of dream. Or at least Steven thought it was a dream until Joe’s hand drifted from the table down into his lap.
“Steven,” Joe murmured, his voice hoarse with lust that he’d never really intended to voice for his friend.
Steven’s eyes widened as he realized what was going on in Joe’s head and perhaps even why he’d invited him over. He stood up from his chair, albeit unsteadily, and stumbled off to the kitchenette. He rummaged through the cabinets and found a couple of shot glasses and a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels. He poured himself a shot and gulped it down hoping it’d steady his reeling mind. Joe wanted him, he’d fantasized…no…he was fantasizing about him. Slowly an idea began to form in his head as he downed another shot and poured one for Joe as well. He swallowed hard and gathered his courage as he headed back into the other room, glasses and bottle in hand. He set one glass on the table within reach of Joe’s hand and set the other along with the bottle nearby before sinking to his knees in front of Joe.
“Got nothin’ to lose,” he muttered to himself as he reached for the closure of Joe’s pants. “Fuck, he may not even remember it later.”
Steven slowly undid the button and pulled the zipper down before slipping his long, lean fingers inside. He swallowed hard when his fingertips brushed against warm, soft skin and he watched a shiver skitter over his friend’s body.
“Please,” Joe whispered huskily.
Steven bit his lip and pulled his hand back. He’d never really done this before, maybe once or twice back in the early days but he’d always been more interested in women than men. Except when it came to Joe, he thought to himself then felt another thought hit him like a ton of bricks. He wasn’t just jealous of Elissa because of the drugs or even the time she spent with Joe away from the band. He was jealous because he’d wanted Joe all to himself this whole time. It was that thought that finally gave him the courage to speak up and let Joe know that he was there.
“Please what?” he murmured, his voice taking on that same sensual purr that it did when he was trying to charm a groupie into bed.
Joe groaned and Steven couldn’t repress a snicker of pride at knowing his friend was susceptible to the same tricks as the girls. He slid his hands along Joe’s thighs up to his crotch and snuck one back inside to draw out the hot, semi-hard flesh hiding beneath the tight denim.
“Is this what you want, baby?” he snickered. “Want me to suck your cock?”
“Yeah…”
Steven smirked and drew his fingers along Joe’s cock encouraging him to harden further before wrapping those lips Joe had been daydreaming about earlier around the swollen head. Joe gasped at the hot, moist contact of Steven’s mouth on his sensitive flesh and his eyes snapped open.
“Steven?” he croaked then groaned as Steven swallowed him deeper into his throat.
Joe’s mind was going a mile a minute it felt like as he slid down a little further to give Steven more of his cock. He’d thought it was all a dream, the feel of Steven’s hands, his purring whispers, his succulent lips wrapped around him. But it was real, incredibly, heartbreakingly real. Joe panted heavily as he watched his fantasy come to life. He resisted the urge to reach out with his hand and hold Steven’s head as he blew him for fear of it all being a dream, a drug-induced delusion.
“Good,” he panted as his hands clung to the sides of the chair so he wouldn’t fall. “So good…don’t stop…”
He heard Steven snicker at that and groaned as waves of heat and pleasure rushed over him. His head tilted back and his eyes threatened to close but Joe didn’t want to close them. He wanted to watch every second of Steven kneeling there between his legs because he knew the likelihood of it ever happening again was about slim to nothing. He couldn’t hold back forever though and when he came it hit him hard. His head snapped back, his mouth open in a silent cry of pleasurable agony, and his hips thrust forward against Steven’s mouth.
Steven choked at first as the river of Joe’s come poured over his tongue then swallowed it, savoring the salty taste of his friend’s essence. When the white river finally ceased to flow, Steven pulled away and looked up at Joe sitting there in the chair looking dazed and utterly befuddled by what had just transpired.
“Amazing,” Joe sighed as he worked to unclench his hands from the sides of the chair then looked down at Steven.
Steven didn’t know what to say as he locked eyes with his best friend and saw the sadness mixed in with the joy. It brought the cold reality of what he’d just done crashing down on his head and that reality scared the living hell out of him. He bit his lip and slowly got to his feet, his eyes never really losing sight of Joe’s as he moved.
“I…I should go,” said Steven, his voice hushed as though if he spoke above a whisper the spell between them would be broken.
Joe simply nodded and turned his head away to stare blankly at the silver mirror on the table. Steven sighed and resisted the urge to reach out to his friend, to make the contact that he desired so desperately, now more than ever.
“No good night kiss for me?” said Joe as Steven moved to go. “Or is that just something you save for the girls?”
Steven could hear the bitterness in Joe’s tone and realized that the jealousy he’d been feeling wasn’t just a one-way street. He turned back to Joe and reached out to cup that arrogant chin of his in his hand. He gently turned Joe’s head to face his and gazed deep into those rich, brown eyes of his before sealing their lips together in a tender, longing kiss.
“Save a night for me, baby,” he whispered against Joe’s lips as he pulled away, “for us. And I’ll be there.”
Joe nodded, stunned into silence by Steven’s kiss then watched as the lithe, sneaky bastard walked out the door without a single backward glance.
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