By Cara
(Rated NC-17 for m/m sex)
By Cara
(Rated NC-17 for m/m sex)
Steven Tyler could still hear the roar of the crowd as he walked down the backstage hallway to reach his dressing room, escorted by his lovely young assistant. The other band members strode not far behind him, sweat-drenched towels and perspiring water bottles in hand, eager, he was sure, to escape to their rooms for a bit of relaxation and freshening up as well. For being the middle of September, it was still a hot ass night. But what a hot ass crowd! Everybody was just crazy tonight… and when the crowd shows such incredible lovin' as they did, it makes the band give it back to the audience 110%. Needless-to-say, Steven thought they put on one hell of a show this evening.
Unfortunately, his onstage enthusiasm and wild showmanship may have been a bit too much for his currently messed up knee, which was trying its best to heal properly in this obtrusive brace he had to wear over his leg. Only two weeks back on the road and already Steven was acting his usual lunatic self onstage, which, of course, went against doc's orders. Though, how could he possibly cool it down with an audience as hot as that? It's just impossible… not in my nature, thought Steven. I could never sacrifice a night of performance brilliance because of some little torn ligament in my knee. I have to stay at the top of my game, no matter what. But fuck, does my knee hurt like hell now. Oh well, I pay the price….
"Steven! Steven may I have your autograph? Please!" exclaimed an impassioned female fan, standing to the side of the hallway as he was passing through. Steven nearly missed her, so caught up in his internal monologue as he was. He blinked to bring him back to his current backstage reality, stopped in time to meet her, and cracked a luscious smile to the girl before him that would take any woman's breath away. Obtaining the sharpie she offered with a shaking, outstretched hand, Steven graciously took the time to sign a copy of the Nine Lives album she was holding.
"Oh thank you, Steven… so much!" she replied as Steven handed her back the pen and album.
"No problem, baby" answered Steven, leaning in to give the girl a light kiss on the cheek. He smiled to her one final time as he pulled away, leaving her blushing like some little schoolgirl caught with her skirt down, pooling around her ankles. As he moved past her onward to his dressing room, she had obviously recovered well enough to ask Tom after him, rather enthusiastically, for his autograph too.
Finally reaching his dressing room, his assistant opened the door and ushered Steven inside, closing the door behind them. Steven proceeded to walk through the silky, colorfully draped linens that hung from the doorway, glancing up at the similarly enamored walls. A subtle smell of a sweet-scented incense filled the room. No, it wasn't home, but it was the closest he was going to get to having a somewhat comfortable and sensual living quarters while on the road. Twisting his dressing room theme into a "sweet taste of India" for this tour appealed to him, and this was how his room was decked out for every stop. Of course Steven positively adored it.
"Great show tonight, Mr. Tyler," praised the petite, auburn-haired assistant. She gave Steven a warm smile, her blue-green eyes shining. "I bet you're exhausted… I watched you up there. You were quite wild and crazy this evening, I must say."
Steven gave one of his characteristic throaty chuckles. "Ah, well, you know… that's me. I like to raise a ruckus."
The assistant withdrew a chair from in front of the mirror and twisted it around to face him. "Here, take a seat. I'll get that knee brace off for you so you can relax a bit…." She grabbed the blue, silk covered ottoman Steven had requested be brought along for the tour to use as a prop for his healing knee, and aligned it in front of the chair for him.
"Thank you, Jen. You're far too good to me…."
Before sitting down, Steven yanked off the sweaty black tank he had been wearing and tossed it to Jennifer. "I like it when you do my laundry," said Steven, offering her a wink.
Trying not to openly gawk at Steven's smooth and gleaming bare chest (she had to admit, for a man just entering his fifties, he still looked damn fine), she made a mock-show of rolling her eyes. "I'm sorry, but doing your laundry is not in my job description, Mr. Tyler."
Jennifer folded up the tank top, grabbed the towel he had used on his walk from stage to dressing room, similarly folding it, and went over to Steven's portable clothing closet. Bending down, she placed the shirt and towel in a bag in a bottom corner of the closet, beneath the rack of colorful stage garments. When she turned back to Steven, he was sitting calmly in the chair, left leg propped up on top of the ottoman. She hadn't seen him wince when he pulled his leg up to reach it, and Steven had no intention of admitting that maybe, just maybe, he had over-done it tonight on stage.
Taking a fresh bottled water from the cooler on a nearby table, she turned back to Steven and handed him the water. Just then, they both heard a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" asked Jennifer, as she began to move toward the dressing room entrance.
"It's Joe. I, uh, need to speak with Steven," said the voice on the other side of the door.
Steven replied before Jennifer could even utter a response. "Come on in, Joe." He wondered what Joe could possibly want to talk to him about. Steven quickly went over the night's events in his head. He didn't remember screwing anything up, although he changed a few lyrics here and there. Brad accidentally misplayed a note during "Pink" but that was it… all he could remember, anyway. It was a pretty flawless night.
Joe pushed open the door, brushing aside one of the silk linens as he sauntered through the doorway and into the room to meet Steven. He was still in his stage clothes: tight black leather pants and a semi-tucked in white button-down shirt, parted at the top and exposing his equally beautiful, smooth chest.
He had cut his hair during the time off the road when Steven was recuperating from his knee surgery. It was the same dark brownish black and parted in the middle, but no longer was it the long waves of curls that it had been for years. It was cut just below the jaw-line now, but long enough in the front so that his hair still covered his eyes when he was looking down at his guitar, wailing away passionately during one of his solos. Steven was still getting used to the change. Steven also didn't quite want to admit that a part of him secretly liked the "Fu Manchu" style moustache Joe had taken to sporting these days as well. It was kinda sexy… but nevertheless, the change in Joe's appearance was something Steven was still trying to grow accustomed to.
"Oh, hey Joe, what's up?" grinned Steven wildly as he met Joe's eyes. Jennifer couldn't help but notice the way Steven's face seemed to light up whenever he saw Joe enter the room. She looked over at Joe to see his reaction, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it, but Joe had a rather strange look in his eyes.
Joe gave her a small smile of acknowledgement and then turned his attention back to Steven. "I need a moment with you, Steven... alone."
Jennifer piped in: "I was just about to remove Mr. Tyler's knee brace so he could have some time to relax-"
"That's alright, Jennifer. I think I can handle it for him. I'll just need fifteen, twenty minutes tops with Steven, and I'll go. Promise," Joe reasoned to her. He was glad to see her relent, although he could tell she seemed a bit reluctant to let him alone with Steven. But Steven dismissed her and she headed to the door.
"I'll be back in about twenty minutes then to check on you, Mr. Tyler. I'll bring some coffee. Good evening, Mr. Perry," she said as she walked out into the hallway, shutting the door behind her. Joe thought he saw Jennifer lower her eyes a bit as she said his name. He wondered if, just perhaps, she suspected somehow what he was planning to do. He knew some women could tell when you were up to something. It was like a natural gift or something. Was it that obvious though? Joe turned his head to glance at Steven and couldn't help but grin at him. Steven raised an inquisitive eyebrow and grinned right back.
"So what is it? What's so pressing that you couldn't wait to talk to me tomorrow about it?" asked Steven, curious as to why he was honored with Joe's presence in his dressing room now, after the show was over. Plus Joe seemed like he was up to something. Although what, he hadn't the slightest idea whatsoever…. Yep, Steven's curiosity was certainly piqued.
"Well, Joe?"
Opting to simply avoid Steven's insistent questioning, Joe put his index finger to his lips, signaling a "Shhh" to the typically over-talkative singer. He received that same raised eyebrow from Steven in return.
Joe moved closer to where Steven was sitting, left leg hoisted up in the air, resting on the silky, deep blue ottoman. He plucked the bottled water Steven was still holding from out of his hand and paused to look around, eyes searching behind Steven for something on the dressing room counters.
Steven watched quietly through the mirrors as Joe's reflection walked around him and snatched up a small, plastic container from the countertop, replacing the space it once occupied with the water bottle instead. Joe looked at the container's label, making sure it was what he needed. It was an herbal ointment, specifically made at Steven's request. Almond-scented. Steven's favorite. It was an excellent salve to rub onto aching muscles and tender body parts.
Upon noticing Joe retrieve the ointment, Steven opened his mouth to say something. Joe quickly gave him the same finger-to-lips treatment. Steven's lips quivered in protest, but remained sealed. Joe obviously was playing some type of game with him, and he wasn't about to ruin it before it got interesting.
Joe came back around to the front of Steven and placed the container of ointment on the ottoman, next to Steven's resting leg. Leaning forward, Joe began to pull apart the Velcro straps securing the knee brace. Glancing up at Steven's face as he gently raised the leg and removed the brace completely, laying it beside the chair, he noticed Steven wince in pain. Joe mouthed a "Sorry" and shook his head, knowing full well that Steven's antics on stage tonight were very likely the cause for his current discomfort. Well, he planned to remedy that soon enough….
Slowly, Joe started pushing the fabric of Steven's bright orange polyester pant leg upwards, being especially careful about rolling it up over the knee. Thankfully, the pants Steven chose to wear tonight had at least some amount of breathing room in them, making them less like a second skin and much easier to push up. Joe stopped rolling the fabric when he came to Steven's mid-thigh, leaving Steven's leg, mid-thigh and downward, naked and exposed.
Just this simple, small act of Joe rolling up his pant leg, with all the tenderness he showed in the process and the slow, deliberate movement of Joe's fingers pushing the fabric up over his skin, left Steven breathing a little bit heavier. He couldn't help it, Steven told himself. Those fingers worked some serious magic, on- and also most definitely off-stage. Steven found himself smiling, remembering some of his better, more intimate memories with Joe… his mind couldn't help but wander back to irresistible recollections of some very heated situations they found themselves tangled up in, years and years ago.
Steven started to think about what was happening. That was then, this is now… they hadn't found themselves in positions such as those from his memories in quite a long time. They both had agreed to leave the messy and often troublesome personal past behind them when they got the band back together, and to put their new wives first, far above catering to any lingering sexual tension that they still shared with one another. But that tension was still lingering without a doubt, and it seemed that during this tour in particular, it was becoming nearly unbearable at times. Steven noticed it. He was sure Joe was aware of it, too. And now, what was this? Why was Joe choosing to come in here and play these silent games with him, offering to tend to his pain? Logically, Steven wanted to know exactly what was going on. But - Steven let out a gasp - the feeling of the moment was just too good to do anything but stop thinking and just feel….
Joe had removed the lid of the ointment container and was rubbing the substance gently over Steven's exposed knee, lightly running his fingertips around the kneecap in small circles and kneading even more gently underneath, delivering soft, tantalizing strokes up and down the inner area of his knee.
He continued to massage Steven's knee like this with his salve-covered fingers, immersing himself in the feel of Steven's skin. The scent of almonds was sweetly filling both their senses. Joe could tell that Steven was enjoying it by the slight moans that were escaping him. It was almost too much for Joe, watching Steven closing his eyes and pursing his lips, breathing out these near shiver-inducing sighs of pleasure, his smooth, bare chest heaving lightly…. Who knew a knee massage could be so sensual? Joe could feel himself becoming increasingly aroused, just from observing Steven's reaction to his simple massage. He started to remember what it used to be like between them… and he wanted more.
Moving from where he had been seated at the edge of the ottoman while rubbing away Steven's aches and pains, Joe put down the ointment container and got to his own knees on the floor. Steven had since opened his eyes, and now upon seeing Joe kneeling on the floor beneath him, right between his thighs …Jesus-fucking-Christ, it's been so long, Joe… he realized exactly what Joe had in mind. It seemed the tension between them had finally come to a head….
Joe grinned wickedly to Steven at that moment, acknowledging precisely what Steven was considering, and then ran his hands up the length of Steven's thighs. Joe began a trail of kisses up the side of his exposed upper leg, stopping to lay a reverent kiss on the top of Steven's knee cap, promising silently to him that he'll make this as delicious yet delicate as possible.
Joe then moved his hands up to caress the area where Steven's seated legs melted into his hips, the tips of his thumbs rubbing against the heated skin of Steven's shirtless body above. Pushing himself in closer to his partner, Joe's tongue snaked out to make contact with Steven's navel. The sudden sensation caused Steven to cry out softly and arch his back up involuntarily from the chair. Joe continued to lick and Steven continued to moan his name until his breath caught, realizing that Joe's fingers had now started to undo the front laces of his lace-up pants.
Fumbling with the knot for a second because of his still somewhat slick fingers, Joe finally got it untied and began loosening the lower laces. Steven was already beginning to bulge through, his erection quite persistent to be freed from its laced imprisonment. With the laces sufficiently undone, Joe then grabbed the sides of Steven's pants and proceeded to pull them partially down, just to the top of the knees, where the one pant leg was still rolled. Steven braced his hands on the sides of the chair, lifting his ass up off the seat to assist in their removal.
"No underwear, Steven? Not even a thong…?" teased Joe, already reaching out for Steven's hard dick, fingers enclosing around the base of the shaft, giving him a gentle squeeze.
"Ahhh, shit… well, you know me, I haven't changed that…ahh…much over the years," breathlessly countered Steven. Joe caressed his balls in response, making Steven moan all the more, and his cock twitch in anticipation.
Steven glanced down at Joe, who had since pushed one of his hands underneath Steven's right leg, slightly elevating it with the width of his arm and spreading it even further apart from his other, resting leg. Joe extended the fingers of his newly trapped hand around to grip Steven's ass, causing another throaty groan to escape from the singer into the otherwise quiet room. Meanwhile, Steven had lowered his hands down to run his fingers through Joe's silky black hair, eventually choosing to push his head forward, urging Joe's mouth towards his eager, throbbing cock. He couldn't stand it any longer….
Going down on him with a fervent passion, Joe took Steven in deeply, working his tongue back and forth underneath the shaft and sucking with wild, ravenous abandon. Steven was desperately clutching the back of Joe's head, his own head thrown back over the top of the chair, eyes tightly closed, intent on absorbing every last bit of this incredible sensation.
Joe gave him one final, slow sucking lick from base to tip and Steven was gone… he had to bite his bottom lip to keep from screaming out Joe's name and the name of the highest deity at the very top of his lungs, words that would have been all jumbled together in a couple of equally reverent, mesmerizing sounds, each echoing the intense seconds of complete ecstasy after release. Joe felt him come into his mouth like a warm, salty-sweet flood; he quickly swallowed down Steven's juices, milking him of every last drop.
Finished, Joe pulled away, licking his tainted lips. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and then, grabbing the edge of the ottoman for leverage, he slowly got to his feet. Upon meeting Steven's eyes, he gave him a sly smile. Steven looked like he had just taken an intoxicating hit, and he was still savoring the high. He grinned sloppily back at Joe, then ushered him forward with a lazy "come hither" movement of his finger. Joe grasped the arms of the chair and leaned down into Steven, meeting his voluptuous lips with his own and giving him a tender, lengthy kiss.
When they parted, Steven released a small chuckle. "That's not what I meant, Joe. Here, hold on…" Reaching out his hand to Joe's face, he wiped away a drop of cum with his fingertip that had gathered in the corner of Joe's moustache. Bringing the finger up to his lips, he made a show of seductively sucking it off. Joe lowered his eyes and let out an involuntary groan.
"You can't be leaving here with a dirty face now, can ya?" Steven remarked after drawing out his newly moistened finger.
Joe laughed heartily, then presented Steven with another loving kiss on the lips. "Nope, not any more than I can leave you here with your pants down, but you know what? That's exactly what I'm gonna do…" replied Joe with a smirk, turning towards the door.
"You fucking asshole," growled Steven playfully as he braced his right foot on the ground and proceeded to pull his pants back up over his ass rather clumsily, still trying to keep his left knee straight and elevated while also attempting to keep his balance. Joe couldn't resist laughing at the rather awkward sight.
"Seducing bastard," Steven softly grumbled to Joe after he finally got himself situated back into the chair and presentable again.
"That's why you love me, Steven," quipped Joe.
Steven sighed, smiling to himself… he then smiled back up at Joe. "Yeah, that's right. You can yank my chain anytime you want, and I'll let you get away with it. But I warn you, man, once my knee is completely healed you are going to get what's coming to you."
Joe taunted, "Oh, is that a promise?"
"You best believe it," assured Steven. "Your ass will be so raw by the time I'm through with-"
The door to the dressing room creaked open then, and in walked Jennifer, cup of steaming coffee in hand. "Well, Mr. Perry, I'm afraid your time is up," Jennifer said matter-of-factly to Joe as she marched in, relinquishing the coffee over to Steven, who muttered an unenthusiastic "Thanks."
"I was just on my way out… I'll catch ya later, Steven." Joe started towards the door.
"Hey, Joe… Was there something else, something else you needed?" Steven called out after him, genuinely curious to know if Joe had actually planned this whole rendezvous from the start, or if had just gotten caught up in the moment and failed to mention his real reason for wanting to see him.
Joe turned back around to face Steven before he left, and gave him a thoughtful glance.
"You, Steven. I just needed you."
Joe offered him a sad smile, and Steven all of a sudden wanted to cry. He wanted to run to Joe, throw his arms around him and kiss him, but of course he was stuck in this damn chair and well, actually, fuck Jennifer… she most likely thought they were both crazy anyway, so it didn't much matter about what she'd think….
But then Joe had exited the room. Steven let out a deep breath, and took a sip of the coffee. That man was gonna be the death of him, he thought to himself.
Jennifer considered for a moment, then gazed at Steven, who was still taking absent-minded sips from his coffee cup.
"Love really can be hard on the knees sometimes, huh?" Jennifer slowly asked him. She noticed his eyes light up then… he looked like he was seriously contemplating for a minute what she thought was a rather cheesy revelation on her part.
Steven suddenly burst out laughing.
"Oh yeah… the knees, certainly," he grinned, looking down at his own busted knee. "But it's definitely the hardest on the heart."