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It had been a week since they had spoken, Tom thought hard about Joe's proposition. Maybe Joe has got this all out of his system and realized it was wrong. Maybe it was just the shock of the day, and he's come back down to planet earth.
Hell he knew he was serious.
He didn't know how to handle it at all. He just didn't know if it was a good idea or not. He was certain that Joe just needed a good hard fuck up the ass and that would be it. He was flattered, but still...eeewww.
He decided to try to think about this logically to examine every facet of this situation. Why he was asking him to do this?
One: Joe was hurt. He didn't ever ask him before he saw the state that Steven was in. He never asked until he saw how open Joey and Steven were to each other.
Two: He knew that Billie and Joe weren't as close as they tried to make out. They were still in love, sure, but not as much as they tried to make out for the cameras. The perfect couple had their bad days too.
Three: Ego. He knew Joe was shy, but nothing stroked his ego more than when the papers talked about how young and fit he was. Maybe this was part of the ego trip: To have him at his beckoning.
On another side of the equation: Why shouldn't he do it?
One: Was Joe infected as well? Could he be infected with something worse that hepatitis? He knew that Billie was with him on the road now but just a few years ago he was a free man. He had no idea if he was using rubbers.
Two: He didn't know if he could go through with it. Friendship and sex don't belong together. Perhaps he was just going to use him to get back at Steven.
Three: He knew that the ladies loved him and got wet the second he walked on stage, but he never got a hard-on when he saw him. He never thought of Joe other than a 'brother-in-arms'.
The last part of the equation: Why he should do it?
One: Joe was right: A mouth is a mouth and a hole is a hole.
Two: Joe understands the meaning of the word secrecy. He was scared of the fans finding out, and this whole thing with Steven and Billie-he would never tell. He wouldn't mention it in an interview.
Three: Loneliness. He and Terry had been together for a long time. Things were stale. Most of their marriage had been in the pursuit of bearing children, and after the sad conclusion that she would never have his children they adopted Dorothy Sage and Julian. Only after that, they had each realized that they had nothing in common.
He bit at his thumb as he thought, the only thing keeping him here were those two kids. The only thing keeping her here were those two kids. He thought about how Steven cried, saying how he begged her to stay just for the kids. There's nothing more idiotic than doing that, but he understood, too. Parents go through hell for their kids. He couldn't imagine telling his kids that he wanted a divorce and they would only see him on every other holiday, tour permitting.
He reasoned that he would go over there, just to see how the record was going. He got his keys and hollered at her that he was going out. He still thought of his key points, yes, no, maybe. Shit, he still didn't know.
Tom walked down into the Boneyard; Joe was by himself at the mixing board. He didn't look up at him. "How's it going?"
"Good, good." He barely looked up. "Sit down man."
Tom did. Joe turned on the track. "This is 'Mercy' anyway that's what I was thinking of calling it."
Tom listen, it was a good track. He would never expect anything other than perfection from Joe Perry.
"What do you think?" Joe smiled at him, and turned it down. "I know you would have done better job on bass."
"I like it." He yelled over it. "So, can I audition, should I leave my number with you?"
Joe laughed and turned it off. "That's what I like about you Tom, you always make me laugh." He lit a cigarette, prompting Tom to do the same. "I was wondering where you were."
"What do you mean?"
Joe moved to the couch and sat close to him, "You know, what we were talking bout last time."
"Oh that." Tom took a drag.
"Yeah that." Joe said in a sexy pitch.
"What about Billie?"
"What about her?"
Tom tapped his ashes, "You said that's how it ended with Steven."
"Yeah well, that was my own stupidity. I won't make the same mistake again."
Tom just looked at him, wondering what that meant.
"See, I got it all figured out this time." He leaned closer, "I bought this acreage, twenty minutes from here; it's a little white house, I'm sure you've seen it."
"Right up here, on the west side, got a grove of trees hiding most of the place?"
"Yeah, yeah that one. I give you a key and I keep a key and that's where we'd be. She doesn't know about this place at all."
Tom nodded.
"When she found out about me and Steven she said, 'I don't care what you two do, but you can't do it here.' So if we don't do it here, then see?"
"That makes it fine and dandy in your book."
"Yeah." Joe took a long drag, "What do you think?"
Tom was dreading this. He had to answer. "I just don't know."
"Oh come on!"
"No, I-"
"Are you worried that Steven gave it to me?"
"No. I didn't say that."
"Cause he didn't. I'm religious about going and getting physicals. Fuck, I'm a step away from being a hypochondriac. I've been getting checked for EVERYTHING since I sobered up." Joe thought about the phrase he just said. Sober. He was sober and Tom was too. He leaned back. "You can't can you?"
"I just don't know. I was always drunk or high and most of the time both."
"It's better when you can remember it." He thought about the time he had Steven in here, when he made him inadvertently remember his rape. "Hey, Tom, if you don't wanna, hell not gonna make you do something you will feel uncomfortable about.
"I'll just find someone else." He snuffed out his cigarette. "I can't talk to Brad cause he's got Kim and Joey's taken so you know I'll just scout around. It might take me a while, but I'll find him."
Tom was stunned. He would find someone outside of Aerosmith for his sex. This could be bad. Very bad. "So you're serious about this. You need a guy that bad?"
"I need it. I need it bad. It's worse than smack."
Tom stared at him in disbelief. This was a whole new part in his equation: What if Joe goes outside the Aerosmith bubble for his lover?
One: Joe finds some guy, most likely some musician or wannabe musician. He could fall for him hard and want to replace a member with his new cock-a-doodle-doo. Someone's job could be in jeopardy.
Two: The dynamic tension that made Aerosmith Aerosmith would fray. They knew each other, and he was well aware what having new members did.
Three: This newbie could turn on Joe and the band. Kiss and tell books, interviews, the whole fucking mess could destroy them. All their jobs could be in jeopardy.
Conclusion: He had to take one for the team.
"Joe, wait." Tom rolled the head of his cigarette, making it a glowing point. "Wait, just a second here."
"Yeah?"
"I'll do it."
Joe's face lit up. "Really?"
He managed a nod. "Yeah, I'll do it."
"Are you sure, you seemed so reluctant-"
"No, I didn't know how serious you were about this." Tom swallowed hard. "When?"
He looked off in space. "Tomorrow? How's four for you?"
"OK, I'll be there."
Joe smiled at him, "Great." He went to his wallet and tossed him a shiny new key. Then he leaned over to him and whispered, "I won't tell anyone. I won't tell Steven, or Joey or Brad. It'll be just you and me."
Joe looked around to see if anyone was standing in the doorway. They were still alone and with that he licked his earlobe.
Tom quivered. He wasn't expecting that.
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Tom got into his car and drove to the appointed place. He knew he was a little early, but he wanted to make sure that he did have the right house. He didn't want to walk in on some little old lady and scare the life out of her.
Ever since he's spoken to Joe, he had been uneasy. He kept thinking about what he'd said, about finding someone to do this.
He had to do it. He had to keep Joe from going outside Aerosmith.
He pulled into the driveway, which went around the house. He saw Joe's car. He had the right place. He grabbed a little bag he'd made up, he was certain that Joe had supplies, but hell you never know.
He went up to the door-it was locked. He retrieved his new key and opened the door.
It was a nice place, a rustic cabin feel to it. He looked around; Joe was standing in the kitchen. "Hey come on in."
"Hey." He was shocked that he was still clothed. "Nice place."
"Thanks. It came with all the furniture, made things easier." He walked to him, "Let's sit down for a while."
Tom followed him and sat on the couch, Joe sat close to him. "I'm glad you showed up."
"I said I would."
"I know." Joe ran his fingers over the hemline of Tom's shirt. "You're a man of your word."
"I try to."
"Hey I feel like I gotta tell you this," Joe looked down for a second then back at him, "Remember when I said that Steven was the only one?"
Tom felt himself nod.
"Well, actually, there was another one. It was just a blowjob, and I didn't expect it to happen and nothing else ever came from it-"
"Why are you telling me this?"
"I just you know want this to be honest. That's all. I gave some guy a blowjob."
"Who?"
Joe hesitated, "Brad."
"Oh. Didn't see that one coming." Tom clasped his hands in his lap, "If we're being honest and all that shit, I just have one thing I have to say."
"OK."
Tom cleared this throat, "All I ask is that you don't tell me that you love me."
Joe frowned, "But I do."
"Yeah, you know what I mean, I don't want you to tell me you love me cause we're having sex. I don't want to hear you say it."
"Why?"
"I just don't want you saying that, cause you don't mean it."
"I don't get where you're coming from with-"
"I'm just a cock to you. So just don't say-"
Joe planted his lips on Tom's. He broke away, leaving Tom speechless. "You're more than a cock to me. You are so much more than that."
"Please don't say it."
Joe was still puzzled but he knew that he had to be easy with him. He didn't want Tom to bolt away. "What can I say to you then?"
"I don't know," Tom shook his head, "I'm sure you'll think of something."
Joe started to make his move. He kissed his neck. His hand moved under his shirt and kneaded at his chest. "Oh my first hairy chest. "He cooed.
He was beginning to calm down. This wasn't so bad after all. "So you want to go to the bedroom?"
Joe sat up and looked at him, "Don't you wanna do some foreplay first?"
"Foreplay, yeah right."
"You know," Joe gave him a little kiss, "You aren't here just for me."
"Huh?"
"I'm here for you too. What did you think was gonna happen? You were gonna come in, whip it out, stick it in and bam-bam-bam and go?"
"I guess so-"
"I read on metalsludge's world famous penis chart that you like oral."
"Metalsludge's world famous penis chart? What's that?"
"A rock website. It's kinda cool. They got groupies to give the skinny on guys they've been with. They got that you like oral." Joe's hand went over his inner thigh, "So is it true?"
"Yeah, yeah it's true."
"I do oral. They wrote that Joey doesn't."
"That's true too. So what did they say about you?"
"Nothing. I'm not on it."
"So nobody ever kissed and told on you."
"Guess not." Joe nibbled at his ear, "Can I ask you something about Joey?"
"I don't know why he doesn't go down-"
"Nah, not that. How good is he?"
Tom tilted his head, "He's got a lot of rules. No oral and he had to give. He was very passionate-"
"How big?"
"Let's just say Joey and Tommy Lee have more in common than being drummers."
Joe's eyes widened like saucers. "No shit?"
"He's hung like a horse."
"Yeah that's what metalsludge said too." Joe kissed him; his tongue ran over Tom's teeth. Tom began wrestling his own tongue against his. He felt Joe's hands going lower down his torso. He unzipped his jeans and began to massage him.
Joe suddenly stopped and looked at him, he gave a frown as he sat up.
"What?"
"Why aren't you liking this? I like it."
"I didn't say I didn't."
Joe wrapped his fingers around Tom's cock, "Then why are you limp as a wet rag?"
"God, give me a minute. I'm not like Steven."
"You wanna blowjob? I'll do it."
"No. I'm OK."
Joe blinked at him, then began kissing him in a feverishly. He licked Tom's face as his fingers still wrapped around his member. He stopped long enough to speak, "Touch me, I want you to touch me."
Tom's hand went toward his hard cock; he was surprised at how aroused he was. He barely touched him when Joe let out a low moan.
"I want you. I want you inside me."
Tom swallowed hard, he was second-guessing; he really didn't know if he could do this. He quickly sized up the situation. In the worse case scenario, if Joe found a new lover and wanted him in Aerosmith just who would go? Steven wouldn't let Joey go and they could never ever lose Steven. Nobody could ever replace Steven Tyler. Joe had to have Brad to play along with-they complimented each other perfectly. So that left him, the odd man out.
He could just envision the band meeting where he was being replaced by Joe's young buck. Of course they wouldn't tell him the real reason. It would be something along the lines of: He wasn't a 'team member', or 'we're headed in a new direction and we don't have room for you'.
Joe stopped again, "Why don't you like me?" He sat up completely and moved away from him.
"I was just thinking. I didn't say-"
"You didn't have to say anything. I know you're not getting into this."
Tom looked down at his exposed placid cock, "Hey it's been a while, I gotta get back into the groove."
"You know I thought this would go better." Joe sat there dejected. "I really like you."
"I like you too." Tom knew he had to it, if he wanted to keep his job. He went forward and began kissing his neck, "I want you to."
Joe shuddered as his lips touched his skin. "Oh god."
Tom made his move. He put held his head and shoved his tongue into Joe's mouth. He was kissing him, thinking about this moment. He knew Joe loved it, he wasn't. He kept thinking of his future and what would he do without Aerosmith. He had fucked Terry when he didn't love her, so what was the difference? It was just sex. That's all.
He ran his hand down Joe's side and made his way to his thigh. He gave him a squeeze and his mouth made its way down Joe's neck.
"I need you, I need you so bad." Joe broke away to unbutton his jeans. He got up and pulled them off. He removed his shirt and tossed it onto the coffee table. Tom did the same.
The stood there nude kissing and caressing each other both aroused. They both went to their knees.
Tom grabbed his case. Joe lay down and Tom was on top of him. He figured that the sooner this was done the better. "Do you mind if I'm on my back? I like it on my back."
"Yeah that's fine." Tom said between kisses. He went to his case and found his lube. He greased up his fingers as Joe spread his legs.
He did still remember a few of his old tricks, things he used to do with Brad. As he inserted his fingers he leaned down and kissed Joe's stomach.
Joe let out a shrill and he hit his prostrate.
"So you like that, huh?"
"Oh yes, Tom. God yes!"
He plunged his fingers deeper into him, making him moan louder. Joe reached up for his cock and began jerking himself. "I need you."
Tom positioned himself and raised Joe's thighs giving himself enough room-more lube and he was ready to go.
He plunged himself into him and Joe let out a scream like he was killing him. "You want me to stop?"
"No, you're just so big. You're bigger than Steven." Joe swallowed hard, "I wasn't ready for all that."
Tom let up a bit and made himself ease into him. He rocked into his body. He watched him-he was just like he was onstage when he does 'Draw the Line'. Joe's head was back, ecstasy written all over his face.
He knew he was ready to come. He pulled out put on his rubber and plunged in again. He saw Joe wrap himself up too.
Then it hit. Tom let out his grunts and moans but he couldn't hear them over Joe. He was screaming like there was no tomorrow.
Tom gave him all he had. He finally was done and removed himself from Joe. There, it was done. He did it. He could do it. He followed though with it.
He fucked Joe Perry.
"Come here." Joe breathlessly ordered. Tom did, he lay beside him. Joe was on him, kissing his mouth and face. "That was incredible."
"Yeah it was good."
Joe smiled. "I love-" he stopped himself. He didn't want to say the one thing he was asked not to. "I loved that. I loved what you did. I adore you." He snuggled his head into his neck, "Do you adore me?"
Tom thought for a second, he had to say something. "Yes."
Steven had stayed with the Kramers for two weeks now. Two sets of shots. Two sets of being so sick he couldn't move. Two sets of being helpless. Countless nights of nosebleeds and passing out; countless nights of Joey being there for him.
They were still wonderful to him. He wished he could stay for the rest of the treatment, but he didn't want to wear out his welcome. He knew he was a handful; he couldn't help it. He had said things that were unbelievably rude and nasty.
Joey was going to have his surgery in a few days. He didn't want to think of it. All the reassurance in the world from Joey wasn't making him feel any more secure. He'd always had it in the back of his head that if Joey had to go under the knife, then it would hit. It would be the start of his downward spiral into pills and shots.
He made a promise to himself, that if he could help Joey he would. He loved him and he would stand by him in the good times and bad. He wished that when he'd had his breakdown he would have. He never should have listen to Tim. He should have gone right out to California and been with him. He wouldn't let that happen again.
He wished he could help him right now. He was in good shape now. He was in one of his good days; a day were he could eat and bathe and dress himself. He could go downstairs without any help. He knew that he'd be right down in bed tomorrow.
He began to pack up his clothes. He felt a sharp pain in his elbow. He had fallen last night; he fell cause he passed out. He looked beside the bed, wondering what he'd hit to make his elbow that black and swollen.
"What are you doing?" April asked.
He looked up and saw her standing in the doorway. "I'm gonna go home."
"Why?"
"April, you've been wonderful to me. Both you and Joey have been so kind, but I don't wanna wear out my welcome. Tomorrow I'll just be a big burden to you again, and I don't want that."
She walked closer to him, "But can you really be on your own?"
"I had my doctor line up a nurse, and she's gonna help on the days I need it. I met her, she's very nice." He zipped his bag. "Besides you're gonna have to help Joey. And I got to go to California and record a song with Santana, and I got to get ready for that-"
"Joey didn't say anything about you leaving."
"I decided today. I haven't told him." He looked at her, "April, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Do you really know about me?"
"I don't understand."
"Never mind." He walked past her to get his things from the bathroom.
"Do you mean about how you and Joey are lovers?"
He stared at her. "Yeah." He managed. "Are you as really cool about it as he says you are?"
She tipped her head, "I've accepted it."
"I'm surprised. Billie still holds it against me. She's only civil to me when she has to be."
She walked to him, "I know that he thinks the world revolves around you not me."
"I wouldn't go that far-"
"I'm OK with it, but Steven," She stood beside him, just to make her point even clearer. "I will never give Joey up. I married him. I love him. And I know you've kicked around the idea that you're single so 'hey, I can get Joey and live with him' but I will not let him go."
He blinked at her. "No I hadn't really thought about it."
"Don't. He's my husband. That's where my line is drawn. You can fuck him in my bed-I don't care. I will not divorce him for you."
He nodded. "No, I think that would be bad."
She kept an even stare. "You know about him and Brad?"
He nodded.
"That's how they broke up. Brad left Karen, and Joey asked me for a divorce. He got in his head that if he left then Brad would come back to him. He thought that would prove to him how serious he was.
"I enjoy being Mrs. Joey Kramer. It's gotten me into a lot of organizations, things I couldn't have gotten into. And if I'm the ex, well, I lose a lot of my power."
He blinked at her. "OK. I understand."
"Good." She let off the intense stare. "Do you want to stay for lunch?"
"No, I better go talk to him, and-"
"I'm fucking here!" Joey yelled. He went directly to April. "What the fuck was that about? Are you threatening him?"
"I want him to know my rules! That's all!"
"Are you kicking him out?"
"No, Joey I was gonna go anyway-"
"You're staying. You're taking a shot tomorrow. You need to be here." His tone was surprisingly calm, but then he turned back to April, "You are not breaking us up! I will not lose Steven like I did Brad!"
"Brad left you!"
"Yeah he did! He said that you threw this whole thing out just like you did with him just now! I honestly didn't believe him until today!"
She stepped back. "Yeah I did have a talk with Brad. I admit it." She sat on the tub. "I love you Joey, and I don't want you to leave me." She said softly. "I know how much danger I'm in. I know how close I am to losing you to the only person you love.
"I knew that when you're on the road, you got anyone you wanted. I knew that if I let you fuck Steven you'd be happy, and you deserve to be happy Joey. All that you've been through, you deserve it.
"And with Steven being single now, I know what's going to happen. I'll lose you." She started crying. "I'll be alone again."
The anger let up in Joey's face. He started toward her, but Steven spoke. "No April. He won't leave you for me. I won't ask him or demand him to do that."
He sat down beside her and took her hand. "I know how it feels to have the rug pulled from under you. I've had a lot pulled from under me, and I don't know what I'm gonna do now. I still don't know, but I'm glad to have Joey. I'm glad that he's in the band, and in my life in general. There's enough to go around." He looked up at him, "Isn't there?"
"Yeah." Joey nodded, "April, hey I know that I haven't made your life easy. You're a musician-you know how it is. I'm sorry that I'm this way-"
"Don't be sorry how you are." She interrupted. "You can't help it."
"Yeah well, I just want to let you know that I love you just as much as I love Steven."
Steven remembered when Joe said something along that line to Billie and the fight that caused.
"No you don't. You could never love me as much as you love him."
"No I do, April I do love you and I love you Steven."
Steven smiled at him. "So we're equals in your heart?"
"Yeah." Joey nodded, "That's a good way of saying it."
"Really?" She looked skeptically at him, "You really love me as much as you love him?"
"Yes."
She stood in shock and blinked at him, "Really?"
"Yeah April, fuck all we've been through." He wrapped his arms around her, "I couldn't never stop loving you."
Hell he knew he was serious.
He didn't know how to handle it at all. He just didn't know if it was a good idea or not. He was certain that Joe just needed a good hard fuck up the ass and that would be it. He was flattered, but still...eeewww.
He decided to try to think about this logically to examine every facet of this situation. Why he was asking him to do this?
One: Joe was hurt. He didn't ever ask him before he saw the state that Steven was in. He never asked until he saw how open Joey and Steven were to each other.
Two: He knew that Billie and Joe weren't as close as they tried to make out. They were still in love, sure, but not as much as they tried to make out for the cameras. The perfect couple had their bad days too.
Three: Ego. He knew Joe was shy, but nothing stroked his ego more than when the papers talked about how young and fit he was. Maybe this was part of the ego trip: To have him at his beckoning.
On another side of the equation: Why shouldn't he do it?
One: Was Joe infected as well? Could he be infected with something worse that hepatitis? He knew that Billie was with him on the road now but just a few years ago he was a free man. He had no idea if he was using rubbers.
Two: He didn't know if he could go through with it. Friendship and sex don't belong together. Perhaps he was just going to use him to get back at Steven.
Three: He knew that the ladies loved him and got wet the second he walked on stage, but he never got a hard-on when he saw him. He never thought of Joe other than a 'brother-in-arms'.
The last part of the equation: Why he should do it?
One: Joe was right: A mouth is a mouth and a hole is a hole.
Two: Joe understands the meaning of the word secrecy. He was scared of the fans finding out, and this whole thing with Steven and Billie-he would never tell. He wouldn't mention it in an interview.
Three: Loneliness. He and Terry had been together for a long time. Things were stale. Most of their marriage had been in the pursuit of bearing children, and after the sad conclusion that she would never have his children they adopted Dorothy Sage and Julian. Only after that, they had each realized that they had nothing in common.
He bit at his thumb as he thought, the only thing keeping him here were those two kids. The only thing keeping her here were those two kids. He thought about how Steven cried, saying how he begged her to stay just for the kids. There's nothing more idiotic than doing that, but he understood, too. Parents go through hell for their kids. He couldn't imagine telling his kids that he wanted a divorce and they would only see him on every other holiday, tour permitting.
He reasoned that he would go over there, just to see how the record was going. He got his keys and hollered at her that he was going out. He still thought of his key points, yes, no, maybe. Shit, he still didn't know.
Tom walked down into the Boneyard; Joe was by himself at the mixing board. He didn't look up at him. "How's it going?"
"Good, good." He barely looked up. "Sit down man."
Tom did. Joe turned on the track. "This is 'Mercy' anyway that's what I was thinking of calling it."
Tom listen, it was a good track. He would never expect anything other than perfection from Joe Perry.
"What do you think?" Joe smiled at him, and turned it down. "I know you would have done better job on bass."
"I like it." He yelled over it. "So, can I audition, should I leave my number with you?"
Joe laughed and turned it off. "That's what I like about you Tom, you always make me laugh." He lit a cigarette, prompting Tom to do the same. "I was wondering where you were."
"What do you mean?"
Joe moved to the couch and sat close to him, "You know, what we were talking bout last time."
"Oh that." Tom took a drag.
"Yeah that." Joe said in a sexy pitch.
"What about Billie?"
"What about her?"
Tom tapped his ashes, "You said that's how it ended with Steven."
"Yeah well, that was my own stupidity. I won't make the same mistake again."
Tom just looked at him, wondering what that meant.
"See, I got it all figured out this time." He leaned closer, "I bought this acreage, twenty minutes from here; it's a little white house, I'm sure you've seen it."
"Right up here, on the west side, got a grove of trees hiding most of the place?"
"Yeah, yeah that one. I give you a key and I keep a key and that's where we'd be. She doesn't know about this place at all."
Tom nodded.
"When she found out about me and Steven she said, 'I don't care what you two do, but you can't do it here.' So if we don't do it here, then see?"
"That makes it fine and dandy in your book."
"Yeah." Joe took a long drag, "What do you think?"
Tom was dreading this. He had to answer. "I just don't know."
"Oh come on!"
"No, I-"
"Are you worried that Steven gave it to me?"
"No. I didn't say that."
"Cause he didn't. I'm religious about going and getting physicals. Fuck, I'm a step away from being a hypochondriac. I've been getting checked for EVERYTHING since I sobered up." Joe thought about the phrase he just said. Sober. He was sober and Tom was too. He leaned back. "You can't can you?"
"I just don't know. I was always drunk or high and most of the time both."
"It's better when you can remember it." He thought about the time he had Steven in here, when he made him inadvertently remember his rape. "Hey, Tom, if you don't wanna, hell not gonna make you do something you will feel uncomfortable about.
"I'll just find someone else." He snuffed out his cigarette. "I can't talk to Brad cause he's got Kim and Joey's taken so you know I'll just scout around. It might take me a while, but I'll find him."
Tom was stunned. He would find someone outside of Aerosmith for his sex. This could be bad. Very bad. "So you're serious about this. You need a guy that bad?"
"I need it. I need it bad. It's worse than smack."
Tom stared at him in disbelief. This was a whole new part in his equation: What if Joe goes outside the Aerosmith bubble for his lover?
One: Joe finds some guy, most likely some musician or wannabe musician. He could fall for him hard and want to replace a member with his new cock-a-doodle-doo. Someone's job could be in jeopardy.
Two: The dynamic tension that made Aerosmith Aerosmith would fray. They knew each other, and he was well aware what having new members did.
Three: This newbie could turn on Joe and the band. Kiss and tell books, interviews, the whole fucking mess could destroy them. All their jobs could be in jeopardy.
Conclusion: He had to take one for the team.
"Joe, wait." Tom rolled the head of his cigarette, making it a glowing point. "Wait, just a second here."
"Yeah?"
"I'll do it."
Joe's face lit up. "Really?"
He managed a nod. "Yeah, I'll do it."
"Are you sure, you seemed so reluctant-"
"No, I didn't know how serious you were about this." Tom swallowed hard. "When?"
He looked off in space. "Tomorrow? How's four for you?"
"OK, I'll be there."
Joe smiled at him, "Great." He went to his wallet and tossed him a shiny new key. Then he leaned over to him and whispered, "I won't tell anyone. I won't tell Steven, or Joey or Brad. It'll be just you and me."
Joe looked around to see if anyone was standing in the doorway. They were still alone and with that he licked his earlobe.
Tom quivered. He wasn't expecting that.
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Tom got into his car and drove to the appointed place. He knew he was a little early, but he wanted to make sure that he did have the right house. He didn't want to walk in on some little old lady and scare the life out of her.
Ever since he's spoken to Joe, he had been uneasy. He kept thinking about what he'd said, about finding someone to do this.
He had to do it. He had to keep Joe from going outside Aerosmith.
He pulled into the driveway, which went around the house. He saw Joe's car. He had the right place. He grabbed a little bag he'd made up, he was certain that Joe had supplies, but hell you never know.
He went up to the door-it was locked. He retrieved his new key and opened the door.
It was a nice place, a rustic cabin feel to it. He looked around; Joe was standing in the kitchen. "Hey come on in."
"Hey." He was shocked that he was still clothed. "Nice place."
"Thanks. It came with all the furniture, made things easier." He walked to him, "Let's sit down for a while."
Tom followed him and sat on the couch, Joe sat close to him. "I'm glad you showed up."
"I said I would."
"I know." Joe ran his fingers over the hemline of Tom's shirt. "You're a man of your word."
"I try to."
"Hey I feel like I gotta tell you this," Joe looked down for a second then back at him, "Remember when I said that Steven was the only one?"
Tom felt himself nod.
"Well, actually, there was another one. It was just a blowjob, and I didn't expect it to happen and nothing else ever came from it-"
"Why are you telling me this?"
"I just you know want this to be honest. That's all. I gave some guy a blowjob."
"Who?"
Joe hesitated, "Brad."
"Oh. Didn't see that one coming." Tom clasped his hands in his lap, "If we're being honest and all that shit, I just have one thing I have to say."
"OK."
Tom cleared this throat, "All I ask is that you don't tell me that you love me."
Joe frowned, "But I do."
"Yeah, you know what I mean, I don't want you to tell me you love me cause we're having sex. I don't want to hear you say it."
"Why?"
"I just don't want you saying that, cause you don't mean it."
"I don't get where you're coming from with-"
"I'm just a cock to you. So just don't say-"
Joe planted his lips on Tom's. He broke away, leaving Tom speechless. "You're more than a cock to me. You are so much more than that."
"Please don't say it."
Joe was still puzzled but he knew that he had to be easy with him. He didn't want Tom to bolt away. "What can I say to you then?"
"I don't know," Tom shook his head, "I'm sure you'll think of something."
Joe started to make his move. He kissed his neck. His hand moved under his shirt and kneaded at his chest. "Oh my first hairy chest. "He cooed.
He was beginning to calm down. This wasn't so bad after all. "So you want to go to the bedroom?"
Joe sat up and looked at him, "Don't you wanna do some foreplay first?"
"Foreplay, yeah right."
"You know," Joe gave him a little kiss, "You aren't here just for me."
"Huh?"
"I'm here for you too. What did you think was gonna happen? You were gonna come in, whip it out, stick it in and bam-bam-bam and go?"
"I guess so-"
"I read on metalsludge's world famous penis chart that you like oral."
"Metalsludge's world famous penis chart? What's that?"
"A rock website. It's kinda cool. They got groupies to give the skinny on guys they've been with. They got that you like oral." Joe's hand went over his inner thigh, "So is it true?"
"Yeah, yeah it's true."
"I do oral. They wrote that Joey doesn't."
"That's true too. So what did they say about you?"
"Nothing. I'm not on it."
"So nobody ever kissed and told on you."
"Guess not." Joe nibbled at his ear, "Can I ask you something about Joey?"
"I don't know why he doesn't go down-"
"Nah, not that. How good is he?"
Tom tilted his head, "He's got a lot of rules. No oral and he had to give. He was very passionate-"
"How big?"
"Let's just say Joey and Tommy Lee have more in common than being drummers."
Joe's eyes widened like saucers. "No shit?"
"He's hung like a horse."
"Yeah that's what metalsludge said too." Joe kissed him; his tongue ran over Tom's teeth. Tom began wrestling his own tongue against his. He felt Joe's hands going lower down his torso. He unzipped his jeans and began to massage him.
Joe suddenly stopped and looked at him, he gave a frown as he sat up.
"What?"
"Why aren't you liking this? I like it."
"I didn't say I didn't."
Joe wrapped his fingers around Tom's cock, "Then why are you limp as a wet rag?"
"God, give me a minute. I'm not like Steven."
"You wanna blowjob? I'll do it."
"No. I'm OK."
Joe blinked at him, then began kissing him in a feverishly. He licked Tom's face as his fingers still wrapped around his member. He stopped long enough to speak, "Touch me, I want you to touch me."
Tom's hand went toward his hard cock; he was surprised at how aroused he was. He barely touched him when Joe let out a low moan.
"I want you. I want you inside me."
Tom swallowed hard, he was second-guessing; he really didn't know if he could do this. He quickly sized up the situation. In the worse case scenario, if Joe found a new lover and wanted him in Aerosmith just who would go? Steven wouldn't let Joey go and they could never ever lose Steven. Nobody could ever replace Steven Tyler. Joe had to have Brad to play along with-they complimented each other perfectly. So that left him, the odd man out.
He could just envision the band meeting where he was being replaced by Joe's young buck. Of course they wouldn't tell him the real reason. It would be something along the lines of: He wasn't a 'team member', or 'we're headed in a new direction and we don't have room for you'.
Joe stopped again, "Why don't you like me?" He sat up completely and moved away from him.
"I was just thinking. I didn't say-"
"You didn't have to say anything. I know you're not getting into this."
Tom looked down at his exposed placid cock, "Hey it's been a while, I gotta get back into the groove."
"You know I thought this would go better." Joe sat there dejected. "I really like you."
"I like you too." Tom knew he had to it, if he wanted to keep his job. He went forward and began kissing his neck, "I want you to."
Joe shuddered as his lips touched his skin. "Oh god."
Tom made his move. He put held his head and shoved his tongue into Joe's mouth. He was kissing him, thinking about this moment. He knew Joe loved it, he wasn't. He kept thinking of his future and what would he do without Aerosmith. He had fucked Terry when he didn't love her, so what was the difference? It was just sex. That's all.
He ran his hand down Joe's side and made his way to his thigh. He gave him a squeeze and his mouth made its way down Joe's neck.
"I need you, I need you so bad." Joe broke away to unbutton his jeans. He got up and pulled them off. He removed his shirt and tossed it onto the coffee table. Tom did the same.
The stood there nude kissing and caressing each other both aroused. They both went to their knees.
Tom grabbed his case. Joe lay down and Tom was on top of him. He figured that the sooner this was done the better. "Do you mind if I'm on my back? I like it on my back."
"Yeah that's fine." Tom said between kisses. He went to his case and found his lube. He greased up his fingers as Joe spread his legs.
He did still remember a few of his old tricks, things he used to do with Brad. As he inserted his fingers he leaned down and kissed Joe's stomach.
Joe let out a shrill and he hit his prostrate.
"So you like that, huh?"
"Oh yes, Tom. God yes!"
He plunged his fingers deeper into him, making him moan louder. Joe reached up for his cock and began jerking himself. "I need you."
Tom positioned himself and raised Joe's thighs giving himself enough room-more lube and he was ready to go.
He plunged himself into him and Joe let out a scream like he was killing him. "You want me to stop?"
"No, you're just so big. You're bigger than Steven." Joe swallowed hard, "I wasn't ready for all that."
Tom let up a bit and made himself ease into him. He rocked into his body. He watched him-he was just like he was onstage when he does 'Draw the Line'. Joe's head was back, ecstasy written all over his face.
He knew he was ready to come. He pulled out put on his rubber and plunged in again. He saw Joe wrap himself up too.
Then it hit. Tom let out his grunts and moans but he couldn't hear them over Joe. He was screaming like there was no tomorrow.
Tom gave him all he had. He finally was done and removed himself from Joe. There, it was done. He did it. He could do it. He followed though with it.
He fucked Joe Perry.
"Come here." Joe breathlessly ordered. Tom did, he lay beside him. Joe was on him, kissing his mouth and face. "That was incredible."
"Yeah it was good."
Joe smiled. "I love-" he stopped himself. He didn't want to say the one thing he was asked not to. "I loved that. I loved what you did. I adore you." He snuggled his head into his neck, "Do you adore me?"
Tom thought for a second, he had to say something. "Yes."
Steven had stayed with the Kramers for two weeks now. Two sets of shots. Two sets of being so sick he couldn't move. Two sets of being helpless. Countless nights of nosebleeds and passing out; countless nights of Joey being there for him.
They were still wonderful to him. He wished he could stay for the rest of the treatment, but he didn't want to wear out his welcome. He knew he was a handful; he couldn't help it. He had said things that were unbelievably rude and nasty.
Joey was going to have his surgery in a few days. He didn't want to think of it. All the reassurance in the world from Joey wasn't making him feel any more secure. He'd always had it in the back of his head that if Joey had to go under the knife, then it would hit. It would be the start of his downward spiral into pills and shots.
He made a promise to himself, that if he could help Joey he would. He loved him and he would stand by him in the good times and bad. He wished that when he'd had his breakdown he would have. He never should have listen to Tim. He should have gone right out to California and been with him. He wouldn't let that happen again.
He wished he could help him right now. He was in good shape now. He was in one of his good days; a day were he could eat and bathe and dress himself. He could go downstairs without any help. He knew that he'd be right down in bed tomorrow.
He began to pack up his clothes. He felt a sharp pain in his elbow. He had fallen last night; he fell cause he passed out. He looked beside the bed, wondering what he'd hit to make his elbow that black and swollen.
"What are you doing?" April asked.
He looked up and saw her standing in the doorway. "I'm gonna go home."
"Why?"
"April, you've been wonderful to me. Both you and Joey have been so kind, but I don't wanna wear out my welcome. Tomorrow I'll just be a big burden to you again, and I don't want that."
She walked closer to him, "But can you really be on your own?"
"I had my doctor line up a nurse, and she's gonna help on the days I need it. I met her, she's very nice." He zipped his bag. "Besides you're gonna have to help Joey. And I got to go to California and record a song with Santana, and I got to get ready for that-"
"Joey didn't say anything about you leaving."
"I decided today. I haven't told him." He looked at her, "April, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Do you really know about me?"
"I don't understand."
"Never mind." He walked past her to get his things from the bathroom.
"Do you mean about how you and Joey are lovers?"
He stared at her. "Yeah." He managed. "Are you as really cool about it as he says you are?"
She tipped her head, "I've accepted it."
"I'm surprised. Billie still holds it against me. She's only civil to me when she has to be."
She walked to him, "I know that he thinks the world revolves around you not me."
"I wouldn't go that far-"
"I'm OK with it, but Steven," She stood beside him, just to make her point even clearer. "I will never give Joey up. I married him. I love him. And I know you've kicked around the idea that you're single so 'hey, I can get Joey and live with him' but I will not let him go."
He blinked at her. "No I hadn't really thought about it."
"Don't. He's my husband. That's where my line is drawn. You can fuck him in my bed-I don't care. I will not divorce him for you."
He nodded. "No, I think that would be bad."
She kept an even stare. "You know about him and Brad?"
He nodded.
"That's how they broke up. Brad left Karen, and Joey asked me for a divorce. He got in his head that if he left then Brad would come back to him. He thought that would prove to him how serious he was.
"I enjoy being Mrs. Joey Kramer. It's gotten me into a lot of organizations, things I couldn't have gotten into. And if I'm the ex, well, I lose a lot of my power."
He blinked at her. "OK. I understand."
"Good." She let off the intense stare. "Do you want to stay for lunch?"
"No, I better go talk to him, and-"
"I'm fucking here!" Joey yelled. He went directly to April. "What the fuck was that about? Are you threatening him?"
"I want him to know my rules! That's all!"
"Are you kicking him out?"
"No, Joey I was gonna go anyway-"
"You're staying. You're taking a shot tomorrow. You need to be here." His tone was surprisingly calm, but then he turned back to April, "You are not breaking us up! I will not lose Steven like I did Brad!"
"Brad left you!"
"Yeah he did! He said that you threw this whole thing out just like you did with him just now! I honestly didn't believe him until today!"
She stepped back. "Yeah I did have a talk with Brad. I admit it." She sat on the tub. "I love you Joey, and I don't want you to leave me." She said softly. "I know how much danger I'm in. I know how close I am to losing you to the only person you love.
"I knew that when you're on the road, you got anyone you wanted. I knew that if I let you fuck Steven you'd be happy, and you deserve to be happy Joey. All that you've been through, you deserve it.
"And with Steven being single now, I know what's going to happen. I'll lose you." She started crying. "I'll be alone again."
The anger let up in Joey's face. He started toward her, but Steven spoke. "No April. He won't leave you for me. I won't ask him or demand him to do that."
He sat down beside her and took her hand. "I know how it feels to have the rug pulled from under you. I've had a lot pulled from under me, and I don't know what I'm gonna do now. I still don't know, but I'm glad to have Joey. I'm glad that he's in the band, and in my life in general. There's enough to go around." He looked up at him, "Isn't there?"
"Yeah." Joey nodded, "April, hey I know that I haven't made your life easy. You're a musician-you know how it is. I'm sorry that I'm this way-"
"Don't be sorry how you are." She interrupted. "You can't help it."
"Yeah well, I just want to let you know that I love you just as much as I love Steven."
Steven remembered when Joe said something along that line to Billie and the fight that caused.
"No you don't. You could never love me as much as you love him."
"No I do, April I do love you and I love you Steven."
Steven smiled at him. "So we're equals in your heart?"
"Yeah." Joey nodded, "That's a good way of saying it."
"Really?" She looked skeptically at him, "You really love me as much as you love him?"
"Yes."
She stood in shock and blinked at him, "Really?"
"Yeah April, fuck all we've been through." He wrapped his arms around her, "I couldn't never stop loving you."
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