Heart's Done Time (Aerosmith Fanfiction)

Chapter two

Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Aerosmith or any of the characters in this story, apart from Sesame Bello and (at a later point) Alison Kelley. This story is 100% fiction.

AN:

No real author's notes today. I just wanted to say thank you for all the reads and votes and tumblr asks I've gotten so far, you all make my day!

Chapter two

Sesame's POV

I awoke late the next morning to the stench of alcohol and the feeling of hot puffs of breath against my neck, my skin crawling momentarily before it occurred to me that I hadn't been alone all night. Steven was over.

I rolled over and a smile tugged my lips as my eyes fell on the pale, sweaty, drooling mess that was my best friend, Steven Tyler. His eyes were twitching behind veiny eyelids and his breath came in shallow spurts, but for a time he appeared peaceful; a nice change of pace for the boy who seemed to have such rotten luck lately.

I reached over and gently ran my fingers through his greasy hair before rolling out of bed and onto the fuzzy white carpet, bare toes wiggling as the soft material weaseled its way into the cracks between my units.

I pattered softly to my closet in search of a t-shirt to throw over my pink bra and panties and decided quickly on a large one Steven gave me after a sleepover very similar to this one,  reaching then for a pair of thick, wool thigh-highs to keep my otherwise bare legs warm. Then, taking a seat at my vanity, I pulled down my bun and got to work detangling the thick mat that was my pastel pink hair.

I had barely begun combing out the last knot when Steven stirred and groaned loudly.

"Fuck my life," he all but whimpered, shielding his eyes from the harsh light that streamed through my thin curtains. "Why is it so bright?"

"Damn, I'm sorry," I said, jumping to my feet and pulling the shades closed behind the curtains. "Better?" I asked, smiling when Steven blinked owlishly at me as if just seeing my face for the first time.

"Loads," he said quietly, hoarsely. His voice was always shot the morning after a long show.

I returned to the vanity in order to get a good view while I pulled my thick hair into another loose bun, allowing my bangs to flop back down over my forehead and obscure the tops of my eyebrows.

"You want some water?" I asked, standing to my feet and heading towards my en suite.

"Yes please," said Steven, laying the back of one bony hand across his forehead while I fetched him a cup of water from the bathroom.

When I reemerged moments later, though, he was snoring softly, and, giggling, I approached to gently wake him.

"Hmm?" he hummed when I poked him. "What's up?"

"You fell asleep," I told him pointedly, eyebrows furrowing.

"Oh." I smiled affectionately and took a seat at the foot of the bed, resting my right hand on Steven's shin.

I softly petted his skinny leg while he lay back in bed, face still obscured by his hand, and dozed again, having already downed all the water in a few large sips. His breathing sounded ragged, and I was sure his throat had to be killing him, but I didn't want to bother him any more than I had to, so I remained respectfully quiet and continued to comfort him as best I could from this position. That is, until his eyes shot open and he rolled quickly--and with no noticeable amount of grace--out of bed. From there he made a mad dash for the en suite bathroom.

Sighing, I stood to my feet and followed him to where he was now hunched half-naked over the toilet, all skin and bones and sweat as he heaved painfully.

As efficiently as I could, I went about wetting a wash cloth with cold water and ringing it out, returning then to Steven's side to wash the sweat from his face and neck while he finished puking up all the rest of his meager stomach contents. Shushing him gently, I wiped the silent tears from his cheeks and combed my fingers through his dark, sweaty curls. He moaned softly.

"Okay, sweetie, how about you brush your teeth and grab a quick shower?" I said when I deemed him rested enough to stand. I flushed the toilet and closed the seat, helping him to sit on it while I rifled through the cabinet in search of the toothbrush he kept here at all times, and, when I found it, I helped him to his feet again.

When his teeth were brushed and his stuff was put up, I checked that he had everything he needed for a shower and then left him to his own devices while I answered the ringing phone.

When I realized it was Tom, I sighed and looked to the calendar. Ahh. Sunday night. Band practice. Steven wasn't gonna be happy.

Tuning my thoughts back to voice of Steven's band mate, I tried my hardest to listen both to the words he was saying and to the sound of the sound of running water while I attempted to calculate how much longer Steven was going to take.

When I decided he'd be a while yet, I gave Tom and quick, "sure, meet you in ten," and hung up the pastel colored phone.

I hurried to the kitchen to get the coffee brewing.

When I returned, I made quick work of doing my makeup and then hurried to the closet to find something more suitable to wear than just a t-shirt, panties, and socks, pulling a grey skirt and white blouse on as fast as I could. I was just putting on my knit stockings when Steven emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam.

"Nice shower?" I asked, hooking my stockings and stepping into my black Mary Janes.

"Fine. What're you getting dressed for?" He asked, gesturing to my getup and then looking down at his own bare chest.

"We're going out with the guys before band practice, so look alive, sweetie," I said with a smile,  rooting through the box of Steven's clothes we started keeping in my closet when his visits became more frequent. "I made coffee. If you really don't feel up to it tonight, though, I can call Tom back."

He shook his head, catching the jeans and Beatles shirt I threw to him. "I'm okay. Someone better be bringing some pot though," he said, pulling the Beatles shirt on only after he'd put on yesterday's long-sleeved undershirt.

"I've got some," I said, returning to my vanity to retrieve my stash from one of the drawers and stuffing it in my little purple purse. "Let's grab some coffee real quick," I said with a smirk. " 'Cause I doubt you'll make it far without it."

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