Heart's Done Time (Aerosmith Fanfiction)

Chapter twenty-nine, part two

Chapter twenty-nine, part two

Steven's POV

"Can you believe how this year has flown by?"

We were all stoned as all hell in addition to being utterly drunk, and things had started to get more personal.

It was Joey who asked this question, though he was only one of many seated in one of the largest smoking-circles I'd ever been in. It consisted of the band, Sesame, the ginger-haired sophomore called Alison, and many upperclassmen years older than Joe. I wondered how he'd met most of these people.

The party was taking place in the Perrys' home, with both parents out of town but fully trusting that the house was booze-and-drug-free. It wasn't, of course, but things with Aerosmith almost never were.

This hardly abated with time.

We had a Stones record on full blast and everyone was dancing and singing when at last the countdown began at ten seconds to midnight.

At the time, I stood with my eyes glued to the wall clock and my arm wrapped around Sesame's waist, my head spinning and my heart racing. I just couldn't believe the year was almost over. 1964 had been good to me. I didn't have much time to think on specifics, though, for the yelling was growing increasingly louder as the numbers shouted grew lower.

"Three... Two... One... HAPPY NEW YEAR!" called out everyone present, and then suddenly everyone was kissing.

People grabbed their lovers by the collar and pulled them in for a sweet New Year’s kiss, and those who didn't have lovers found a stranger.

Joe kissed Alison.

And then Sesame turned my gaze to look into those big, loving grey eyes, and then she pressed her lips to mine and parted them to give my tongue access.

In a matter of moments all those surrounding us seemed to fade out of prominence, and they hardly seemed to pay us any attention either as our tongues battled for the upper hand and I pressed her back against the living room wall. My hand was up the back of her shirt.

Sesame had both hands entangled in my hair and her lips moving skillfully against mine while her tongue was winning the battle, my mind too far away and my attention focused intently on my erection. She was the one who broke the kiss to suggest we take this someplace else.

She clasped my hand tightly, as if afraid I might disappear, and led me down the hall towards the guest bedroom, pink hair looking mesmerizing as I trailed just behind her. We seemed to be the only ones breaking away from the herd, and so we hardly worried that the room would be occupied.

"Oh god," Sesame gasped in my ear when the door was closed and we'd resumed what we'd started in the living room. "You have no idea how badly I want you right now."

I laughed a little, my hands trailing up and down her body. "Oh, I think I might," I told her when my hand found her right breast. "You know," I touched her other breast. "they say that what you do at the beginning of the year is what you'll be doing all year long." I started massaging her boobs, making her moan and throw back her head a bit.

"I'd heard that," she said through little gasps of pleasure, allowing me to lead her to the bed to continue this touching business. "Let's make this year a good one, then." I happily obliged by helping her wrestle her black blazer off.

She rolled over on top of me then and balanced herself on all fours with her arms and legs on opposite sides of my rod-like frame. Her lips found mine again then and I ran my skeletal fingers through her long, soft waves and then down the back of her tank top to get to work on removing her bra.

It took time to figure it out, but eventually I had it unhooked and she sat back on my legs just long enough to pull it off, along with her tank top, so that she now sat atop me with an entirely-naked torso. It was nothing I hadn't seen before, but this setting made it so much more beautiful and just downright sexy. I couldn't help but to stare.

"God," I said, propping myself up on my elbows to properly view her in all her topless beauty. "You're so gorgeous."

She was drunk, so she didn't grow bashful when I said this to her. In fact, quite on the contrary, she pushed me onto my back and pulled my own top off over my head, tousling my already-unruly curls.

I reached for her thighs, which were on either side of my hips, and got to work pulling off her socks (our shoes had long since been discarded) while she traced my ribs and collarbones with one index finger. She then helped me to remove her skirt and then assisted me in pulling off my jeans after rolling over so I was on top.

And that was it. There were now only her panties and my boxers separating us, and I suddenly grew nervous.

"Are you ready?" I asked, my voice raspier than usual as my hands gripped her underpants.

"Hell yeah," she said, and we removed the only layers stopping us.

All our clothes now discarded and both our hearts hammering erotically in our chest, I checked her eyes for confirmation once again before I began with a thrust and made her cry out a little. She nodded for me to continue, and I obliged.

After a while we found a sort of rhythm and our movements adjusted to be sort of in sync, my thrusts growing quicker with time while she moved to match me.

She repeatedly moaned my name, and I hers.

I didn't know how long we were at it before we finally orgasmed, but I did know I pulled out just in time not to have to worry and that it didn't take away at all from the pure bliss I felt in the moment she whimpered out my name before falling down beside me in bed, sweaty and naked and beautiful and, perhaps most importantly, all mine.

It didn't fully hit us what had transpired until the next morning.