Sweet Emotion

Chapter 35

**A/N: The song Steven sings in this chapter is part of an original song I wrote called 'Never (going to let you go)'❤️**

Birds tweeted happily as morning arrived, sunlight streaming into the bedroom of the Bach household. The soft, golden rays filtered through the curtains, casting playful shadows onto the furniture before coming to rest on the sleeping couple.

Steven and Sebastian lay intertwined, their bodies snug in each other's embrace. Steven's hand rested on Sebastian's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, while Sebastian's arm wrapped protectively around Steven's waist, as if shielding him from the world outside.

Steven groaned as he stirred, burying his into Sebastian's neck, determined to block out the morning. Sebastian's skin was hot against his own, and he felt the comfort of the bed pulling him back in. Beside him, Sebastian stirred, mumbling something incoherent as he pulled the duvet over his head and rolled over. But as Steven continued to lay there, reality started to creep in like an unwelcome guest.

He sat bolt upright, eyes darting to the alarm clock. 9:45am. His chest tightened with panic. Band practice started at eight, and here he was, tangled up in bed with Sebastian Bach in New Jersey, when he should be in New York busting his ass. Today was particularly demanding - almost all-day rehearsal, finalising the setlist, and a gruelling gym session to prep for touring. Touring was physically demanding as well as mentally, and he needed to be in peak shape to command the stage. But he'd completely blown it off. The band was sure going to be pissed off when he arrived.

"Fuck!" Steven cursed, jumping out of bed, scrambling for his discarded shirt and tripping over his jeans in a rush.

"Steven?" Sebastian's voice was thick with sleep. "Where are you going?" He propped himself up on his elbow, squinting at him with sleep-clouded eyes.

"I'm late for rehearsal!" Steven snapped, yanking his shirt over his head. "I should have been there almost two hours ago!"

Sebastian groaned, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand. He slowly sat up, the duvet slipping off his torso, revealing his bare chest. "At least eat before you go," he insisted, his voice softening. "You can't perform on an empty stomach, princess."

Steven paused, his frantic energy momentarily subdued by the affection in Sebastian's voice. Even in the midst of his panic, Sebastian's care cut right through it. It was these little things that made Steven feel like the luckiest man in the world.

He sighed, nodding his hair in reluctant agreement. “Okay, fine,” he muttered. “But it’ll have to be quick. Tom, Joey, Brad, and Jimmy will have my head when I get to the studio.”

Sebastian chuckled, sliding out of bed. “I’m sure they’ll understand,” he said, descending the stairs and padding into the kitchen, the floorboards creaking slightly under his weight.

Steven leaned against the kitchen counter, watching with affection and interest as Sebastian opened the fridge and began gathering ingredients.
He tapped his fingers anxiously, his eyes flitting between him and the clock on the wall. “You don’t know them like I do, Bas. I’m already not very popular right now.” His foot began to tap uncontrollably, betraying his growing impatience.

Sebastian flashed a reassuring smile as he popped a bagel into the toaster. “Just do your best, babe.”

Steven couldn't help but smirk. “And aren’t you supposed to be with your band right now? “They’ll skin you alive.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let them,” Sebastian grinned, pulling Steven into a warm embrace. I’ll be all in one piece when you see me next, I promise.”