Aerosmith x GNR Oneshots

Steven Tyler x Joe Perry #1

content warning: light angst, arguments, drug addiction, mention of emotional manipulation

(A/N: I hope y'all don't mind some same-band ships here and there. Anyways, Joven is adorable.)

Joe pouted. Sitting across the room was his brother in arms, Steven Tyler. With a gazillion groupies crowding him, of course. The year was 1977. Fame had gotten to both of their heads. Nowadays, it seemed like all Steven did was fuck around and consume drugs, never having the motivation to write lyrics and always in a sour mood.

"What's the matter, dear?" His wife, Elyssa, cooed softly in his ear. His train of thought stalled, a drug-induced fog swirling about his mind. He wasn't entirely aware of it, but right now everything was the matter. Elyssa took up most of his attention, in turn leaving Steven upset that he couldn't reach Joe, and on top of that Elyssa talked trash about Steven. A worsening dilemma, obscured by a cloud of heroin and cocaine.

Joe didn't respond to his wife. Instead, the faint spark of anger towards Steven inspired him to get up and walk over to the singer. His mouth was melded against a groupie's, the make-out session only interrupted when Joe called his name.

Steven's glossy eyes met Joe's, the intensity of his scowl lessened by the lipstick smeared over his face. "And whadda you want?" he sneered.

"Just come with me."

"I thought you were busy making love-eyes and strawberry talk with your wife over there. For the past few months, actually. So why should I go with you? It's just gonna be more bitchy 'Steven do this, Steven did that'. I've got better things to do." He winked at one of the groupies, and she giggled. Joe, on the other hand, was now thoroughly annoyed.

"Look, it's serious, a'ight?" He grabbed Steven's wrist. The singer grimaced and stood up, much to the girls' disappointment. Steven plastered on a smile and blew them a kiss before following Joe down the hallway.

Once they were out of earshot, Steven confronted him. "Okay, whatever it is, it better be good." He folded his arms and tapped his foot impatiently.

Joe sighed, compiling his thoughts. He knew Steven was only going to get more pissed, but he had to get through to him. "Steven, you've gotta stop dicking around. Rocks may have gotten us famous, but if we don't release something just as good, we've lost it. We need lyrics, and you need to slow down on the drugs." Before he knew it, he had started to ramble. "You've heard the overdose stories. You're like the brother I never had, and I'm sick of arguing with you over stupid shit. If I lost you, I don't think I'd--" Joe clamped his mouth shut.

Where did that come from? He'd never felt romantic feelings towards Steven. Steven was always there to piss him off and push him to be a better musician. He was rude, annoying, selfish, yet Joe was now awkwardly trying to hide his blush. God bless long bangs.

"Are you gay?" Steven asked abruptly. Fuck. There was no ill intent behind his question, only curiosity. And still the shy, soft-spoken boy inside of him panicked, only to be quickly hidden by the stoic outer shell he kept up.

"And so what if I am?" he retaliated, a hint of hostility lacing his voice. His eyes focused on the floor, long black hair blocking out the rest of his vision. Leaving him totally unaware when Steven stepped forward and gently embraced him.

Joe froze, again caught by surprise. "It's okay, man." Steven spoke softly in his ear. "Your wife's a bitch anyways, I was wondering when you were gonna realize." He let out a cheeky laugh.

Steven pulled away from the hug. "Anyways, if that's all, then I guess I'll do some lyrics. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." He strutted away, smiling to himself.

"No, I-I..." Words failed him as Joe reached out helplessly for Steven. When the other man turned around with a confused look on his face, Joe bit his lip nervously. Steven sighed and walked back over.

"You've really got to trim that hair of yours. I can never tell what you're thinking." Steven reached up to part Joe's bangs, revealing his anxious blush. When Joe didn't answer, Steven placed his hands on the guitarist's shoulders. "Joe Fuckin' Perry, lost for words. Never thought I'd see that in my lifetime. You can tell me anything, you know. I'm great at keeping secrets."

Joe shut his eyes, hoping this was all just a dream. His heart was pounding, and he was positive he had gone red-faced.

"Oh..." Steven said as realization dawned upon him. Joe wanted nothing more than to disappear. "You like me..." Joe opened his eyes and gave a shy nod.

"Well, there's a first time for everything, isn't there?" Before Joe could comprehend the situation, Steven leaned in and kissed him right on the lips.

Joe gasped with belated surprise when Steven pulled away. But panic came rushing right back. "Steven, I'm so sorry... You didn't have to do this-"

"Are you kidding? I loved that," Steven replied, a little smirk on his face. Joe gave a nervous smile of his own, placing his hands on Steven's waist as he gained confidence. Steven put his hands back on Joe's shoulders, and their lips met once more.

This time, he had time to relish the kiss. They went slow, but Joe realized just how much he had been missing out. Steven's lips were as soft and full as they looked, and he was experienced too! Joe found himself desperate to keep up with his skills.

"Stevie baby... Where'd you go?" High heels echoed down the hallway, and they quickly separated. Joe's head was still reeling from the kiss as Steven called back. "On my way, honey!"

Joe reached out and gave Steven's hand a gentle squeeze. Steven looked up at him with a smile. Not a scowl, not a smirk, but the warm, genuine smile he hadn't seen in years. Joe swore his heart melted.

"What are you gonna do about Elyssa?" Steven asked, reluctantly letting go of Joe's hand as they walked back down the hallway. Joe frowned, remembering his most likely pissed wife.

"I'll figure things out. You focus on the lyrics, I'll focus on her. And then... Let's spend some quality time together." A blush returned to Joe's face, remembering the taste of Steven's lips and the feeling of his hand clutching his own.

"I think I'd like that very much."

(A/N: I wrote this in one sitting it is now 3 AM send help--

But anyways, I hope you enjoyed! I want to write more about these two, they're honestly so cute!)