Quickdraw || Steven Tyler Fanfiction

Three

20 minuits later

"God, you took your time" Steven giggled, as I reappeared from upstairs, fully dressed. Steven had politely sat and waited for me in the kitchen whilst I had changed into some skinny jeans and a Pink Floyd t shirt.

Grabbing my leather jacket, I pulled it on and unlocked the door, holding it open for Steven as the bracing winds hit us from outside. Steven shivered, quickly enveloping himself in the heat of his own jacket and slipping out of the door. I followed him, closing the door behind us.

"Now, come on..." I called to him, leading Steven round the back of Joe's lovely house - Where my Harley Davidson was parked. It was a beautiful motorbike, kept in pristine polished condition. That motorbike was my pride and joy.

"Woah..." Steven breathed, almost in awe, as he caught sight of my bike, gently running his fingertips over the glistening vehicle.

"Hands off" I laughed, teasingly slapping his hand away as I mounted the bike, straddling the leather seat. "Hop on, then" I nodded to Steven, who stood before me gazing at the bike. Realising I was speaking to him, he snapped out of whatever Daydream he was having, his eyes widening. "Me? On your bike?" Steven questioned softly.

"Yes, you! Of course!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes!" I chuckled at his clueless reactions "I'm sure, Steven. Now, do you or do you not wanna ride with me?"

Steven hesitated slightly, before stepping forward and sitting himself behind me on the leather seat, growing comfortable in that position. "Take this..." I muttered, passing him my helmet. "Don't you need this?" He asked, placing it on top of his head and fixing it securely so it would stay there. "I'll be fine. Besides, you wouldn't wanna hurt that pretty little head of yours, now would you?" I smirked "Now, put your arms around my waist and hold tight"

Feeling him move closer, slipping his arms around my waist and pressing his flat chest against my spine, I nodded, revving the engine as the bike growled and setting off. With the ground moving at megaspeed beneath us and the wind dancing through our hair.

"Now, just give me directions to your place." I commanded. "Okay, well turn right. Then left. Make another left turn and park near the sidewalk. You'll be at my place then." Steven articulated himself rather well. I nodded, grunting softly as I continued to drive.

The streets of Boston were lovely, or at least I thought so. Lovely to drive through on my Harley. Though, I rarely had anyone else with me. Joe once or twice. But I mainly travelled alone. Though, I was starting to take to Steven, just a little bit. I had a soft spot for him to say the least.

Screeching to a halt infront of the house Steven claimed to be his own. I dismounted the bike, and helped him do the same. "Well, here we are" I smiled, taking his hands and helping him stand. "Yep, here we are" Steven giggled. "You look lovely in my helmet..." I muttered softly, before removing the helmet, revealing his now very messy locks, and placing the helmet on my own head.

I looked up again, my eyes Immeadiatly locking with his. And there was a moment's silence. A beautiful silence. The sidewalk that we stood on was empty, the wind was now calm and it felt like Steven and I were the only two people alive at that moment.

With no hesitation, I gently took his cheeks in my palms and softly pressed my lips to his, letting my eyes flutter to a close.

Okay, maybe it was a little sudden...But I could tell he wanted it too. After all, all he'd been trying to do all day was just be with me. Anything to be near me. It was obvious. I could see it like a candle in the dark.

Steven responded well, Immeadiatly kissing me in return with synonymous passion as he held my wrists gently, rubbing the backs of my hands with his thumbs lovingly.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that..." I apologised bashfully, pulling away and composing myself. Steven's hands fell to his sides again and he looked at me closely, as if trying to see deep into my soul.

"I don't know either...But I liked it" Steven admitted, the blush very prominent on his defined cheekbones. I smiled at his sheepish demeanour. "You're cute, Steven, I'll give you that." I laughed, mounting my bike again.

"Maybe we should see eachother again some time?" Steven shrugged, still facing me as he walked backwards towards his house.

I nodded slowly, but firmly. "Maybe we should."

Revving the engine, I gave the boy a smile, before turning back to the road, picking up pace and speeding off into the distance.