Heart's Done Time (Aerosmith Fanfiction)

Chapter nineteen

Steven's POV
My parents had been home all of one hour before they took off again with Lynda, apparently going out to do something as a family and excluding me because I was sick. Again.
Not that I minded; don't get me wrong. Sesame was over and we were being left alone in full trust, and for that I was actually immensely grateful. It was the thought that seemed like it should bother me.
But still, that didn't change the fact that the outcome was quite desirable, and I intended to fully enjoy this time with the love of my life.
After all, she'd brought vodka.
"Damn, Pink," I said with a laugh when she revealed to me the bottle she'd kept concealed in her oversized purse. It was my favorite stuff. "Who knew that all I had to do to get vodka was get sick. I should do this more often!"
She playfully shoved me, uncapping the bottle of clear liquid and taking a swig with a look of disgust. "Shut your fat mouth before I change my mind, loser. I really shouldn't be giving you alcohol in your condition, but I owe you," she said, passing the bottle over and wiping her glossy lips on the back of her hand.
"And you know I wouldn't have let you forget it," I said with a wink, taking a generous gulp and enjoying the burning sensation it left behind. I passed the bottle back.
"God," said Sesame, face scrunching at the taste in her mouth. "I hate vodka."
I took the bottle. "I don't know why," I told her, already buzzing a little. Though that might've just been a result of the good company. "Because it loooooooooves you."
"Shut up," she said, laughing when I proceeded to make the clear bottle confess its undying love for her in a high, squeaky voice. "You're so queer. You are absolutely the queerest person I have ever dated."
"Well, that's not a hard thing to accomplish seeing as I am the only person you've ever dated," I joked, taking another swig even though it was her turn.
"You've only known me since first grade, sweetie," she reminded me, ripping the bottle from my grasp when I went for yet another drink. "The real fun happened in kindergarten."
"Shit, where was I?" I asked, taking the bottle when she'd finished her tiny sip.
"Probably in some other boy's little toddler pants," she jested, yelling a "hey!" when I went to shove her off the bed. "Keep your hair on, hot stuff, I'm only joking."
"Darling, with the way I eat, it's a little hard to keep all of my hair on," I said, going for a low blow and praying she wouldn't get too pissed.
"Damn, Steven," she said, this time shoving me and almost making me spill vodka everywhere. "It's not a fucking joke. You can make yourself sick eating like you do." She looked seriously pissed. "Besides, your hair is all you've got going for you. I'd knock on wood next time you wanna joke about it falling out."
"Ouch," I said, putting a hand on my chest. "My poor ego."
"Like that even put a dent in your ego, Mr. Rockstar. It's about the only thing of yours that isn't as small and frail as a baby bird," she said, prying the vodka bottle from my hands. "I can do this all night, boy. I've got plenty more where that came from."
"Compensating?" I asked, eyeing her boobs pointedly, and then returning my gaze to her face.
"Oh, damn it, Tallarico, you are going down," she said, putting the vodka bottle down on the nightstand and pouncing at me like a little pink ninja.
I wasted no time before making the comparison out loud.
"Oh you bet I'm a ninja," she said, tickling my armpits and sending me into a fit of giggles. "I'm a sneaky assassin and I've just been instructed to kill you by any means necessary."
"Instructed by who?" I asked, struggling to get the upper hand. I finally got it, managing to flip Sesame over onto her back and tickle her stomach until she was gasping for air through her laughter.
"Try the girl you said had small knockers," she said, poking my ribs and sending me falling back on the bed. She climbed atop me, then, sitting with her legs on either side of my own and tickling me everywhere she knew I hated, including my hip bones. She lifted my shirt and used her skillful fingers to tickle the only part of my belly that wasn't covered by painful bruises. I felt oddly turned on.
I flipped her again, then, getting her lying on her back with her bun coming undone and leaving her tangly hair splayed out everywhere. I tickled her armpits, this time, and then went for the sides of her waist. She laughed and laughed, and so did I.
So hard, in fact, that I didn't even notice when she rolled me sideways and sent us both falling out of bed and onto the hard ground, only making us laugh harder, especially when she was once again atop me and tickling mercilessly.
"I surrender!" I yelled through gasps for air, erupting almost immediately into a painful fit of coughing.
Sesame was off of me in an instant, helping me to sit up and rubbing my back as I turned my face away to cough into my fist and away from her. It was stupid, with all the kissing and the alcohol sharing, but I didn't want to make her sick too, even if she argued that her immune system was great.
Finally, at long last, the coughs subsided, and Sesame got up to fetch the bottle of water I had on the nightstand while I pulled my hand away from my mouth. I got up in a hurry.
"I've gotta take a piss, man," I said, scurrying to the bathroom and hiding my hand from sight while Sesame was left confused in my wake.
"Okay," she replied, but I was hardly paying attention.
I shut and locked the door when I'd made it down the hall, breathing heavily from the exertion and rubbing my aching chest with the hand not rolled into a fist.
I looked at my split lip in the mirror. Not reopened.
Then I looked to the hand I'd been violently coughing into not a minute before and swallowed hard at what I saw.
Blood.