Aerosmith, Steven Tyler/Joe Perry, 44. Circle
Title: Full Circle
Fandom: Aerosmith
Characters: Joe Perry/Steven Tyler
Prompt: 44. Circle
Word Count: 655
Rating: R
Summary: Sometimes they just need time apart.
Author's Notes: Written for fanfic100
Beta: The lovely martonsmistress
It wasn’t that Joe didn’t love Steven. On the contrary, he adored him; always had, always would.
It was just that now and then, they need to be apart for a while to gather their thoughts, shake off the anger each of them seemed to inspire in the other, to really *miss* one another enough to make the getting back together again something to look forward to.
The one time they’d *really* broken up, when Joe had left the band, Steven, in his typical “I don’t give a damn” way had made it seem like nothing out of the ordinary was going on, like losing his lover and bandmate was just a small bump in the road that wasn’t even important enough to swerve around.
Joe, watching from the sidelines, was crushed. He’d thought Steven would come for him, but no, too late he realized that Steven’s pride sometimes got in the way of everything else; that sometimes, he couldn’t see the forest for the trees….or the roses for the thorns.
It seemed to take forever, but they got past that, as first, Joe rejoined the band, and then, weeks later, tentatively crawled back into Steven’s bed in the middle of the night, feeling both like an idiot for leaving and the most brilliant man in the world for giving Steven a taste of what it would be like for them to *really* be apart.
Steven was like a tornado, Joe often though, starting as a calm breeze that happened to pass you by, maybe rustling your hair a bit and kissing you lightly on the cheek. A small, cool, refreshing breeze that was just what Joe - not to mention Tom, Joey and Brad - needed. But it never lasted long. The smallest thing would set him off - a note Brad just couldn’t seem to find, a piece of music Tom had accidentally left behind in the studio, a smile Joe shared with a roadie or a waitress or, God forbid, a sexy fan who was waiting backstage with hardly any clothes on and obviously ready to do *anything* to get an autograph..
And then, that’s when it would all go to hell. Steven would turn into that terrifying whirlwind, saying things he didn’t mean, saying things he knew would hurt, threatening to leave, screaming that he was pressured into staying. It was unpleasant, and irritating, and about once a year, it was more than even the most devoted lover could stomach.
And so, when Steven came full circle, when he stopped, listened to himself and realized that he was alone again, without his lover and best friend by his side, he took a long, hard look at himself. A few days in his studio, on the beach, in the bus he and Joe shared when they were on the road, in the bed they shared when they weren’t was usually all it took.
And then…then he would get scared.
Somehow, Joe always timed it just right. Just when Steven would begin to wonder if he’d gone too far, if he’d finally pushed Joe away for good this time, he’d hear the key in the lock and see dark eyes regarding him seriously, black hair covering too much of the handsome, angular face, soft lips turning up in the hint of a smile that said ‘you always knew I’d come back.’
In no time at all, Steven was that calm breeze once again, his lips brushing over his lover’s skin, his fingertips caressing the dark, smooth planes and muscles he knew and loved so well.
As Joe would sheath himself inside his lover and hold him close, Steven would make promises, and Joe, with that same half-smile that meant he knew nothing would ever change would kiss away the words, would whisper that nothing *needed* to change, and that, God, above all else, he was glad to be home again where he belonged.
Fandom: Aerosmith
Characters: Joe Perry/Steven Tyler
Prompt: 44. Circle
Word Count: 655
Rating: R
Summary: Sometimes they just need time apart.
Author's Notes: Written for fanfic100
Beta: The lovely martonsmistress
It wasn’t that Joe didn’t love Steven. On the contrary, he adored him; always had, always would.
It was just that now and then, they need to be apart for a while to gather their thoughts, shake off the anger each of them seemed to inspire in the other, to really *miss* one another enough to make the getting back together again something to look forward to.
The one time they’d *really* broken up, when Joe had left the band, Steven, in his typical “I don’t give a damn” way had made it seem like nothing out of the ordinary was going on, like losing his lover and bandmate was just a small bump in the road that wasn’t even important enough to swerve around.
Joe, watching from the sidelines, was crushed. He’d thought Steven would come for him, but no, too late he realized that Steven’s pride sometimes got in the way of everything else; that sometimes, he couldn’t see the forest for the trees….or the roses for the thorns.
It seemed to take forever, but they got past that, as first, Joe rejoined the band, and then, weeks later, tentatively crawled back into Steven’s bed in the middle of the night, feeling both like an idiot for leaving and the most brilliant man in the world for giving Steven a taste of what it would be like for them to *really* be apart.
Steven was like a tornado, Joe often though, starting as a calm breeze that happened to pass you by, maybe rustling your hair a bit and kissing you lightly on the cheek. A small, cool, refreshing breeze that was just what Joe - not to mention Tom, Joey and Brad - needed. But it never lasted long. The smallest thing would set him off - a note Brad just couldn’t seem to find, a piece of music Tom had accidentally left behind in the studio, a smile Joe shared with a roadie or a waitress or, God forbid, a sexy fan who was waiting backstage with hardly any clothes on and obviously ready to do *anything* to get an autograph..
And then, that’s when it would all go to hell. Steven would turn into that terrifying whirlwind, saying things he didn’t mean, saying things he knew would hurt, threatening to leave, screaming that he was pressured into staying. It was unpleasant, and irritating, and about once a year, it was more than even the most devoted lover could stomach.
And so, when Steven came full circle, when he stopped, listened to himself and realized that he was alone again, without his lover and best friend by his side, he took a long, hard look at himself. A few days in his studio, on the beach, in the bus he and Joe shared when they were on the road, in the bed they shared when they weren’t was usually all it took.
And then…then he would get scared.
Somehow, Joe always timed it just right. Just when Steven would begin to wonder if he’d gone too far, if he’d finally pushed Joe away for good this time, he’d hear the key in the lock and see dark eyes regarding him seriously, black hair covering too much of the handsome, angular face, soft lips turning up in the hint of a smile that said ‘you always knew I’d come back.’
In no time at all, Steven was that calm breeze once again, his lips brushing over his lover’s skin, his fingertips caressing the dark, smooth planes and muscles he knew and loved so well.
As Joe would sheath himself inside his lover and hold him close, Steven would make promises, and Joe, with that same half-smile that meant he knew nothing would ever change would kiss away the words, would whisper that nothing *needed* to change, and that, God, above all else, he was glad to be home again where he belonged.