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Joey Kramer heard the doorbell ring in between the pounding of his skins and soon Steven was standing in front of him. He put his sticks down and smiled at him, “How was Maui?”
“Fantastic.” He sneered. He slapped down a stack of papers on the drumhead.
Joey picked up the papers; they were photos of Steven and Erin on the beach frolicking around. He got to the photo of the waves crashing on him making his trunks fall down. “I like this one-”
“Some fucker took them about a mile away. We were on my private beach.” He said as he paced in front of the kit. He stopped and stared at him. “Why didn’t you tell me I look like shit?”
“Shit? What the fuck are you talking about? You look great!”
He grabbed the papers away, pointing at one where he was talking to her, both sitting on chairs, “Look! Look at me! I’m a goddamn marsh mellow! I’m a fat, flabby, pale fucker!”
“No you’re not.”
“LOOK!” Steven thin finger pointed at his photo. “Jesus Christ! Look at my chest! I got no muscle tone! And my stomach! Fuck! I’ve got love handles! You can’t see that?” He threw the photos down in anger.
Joey picked up the photos again-he got to the one where Steven was going through his trunks, exposing himself. “This one is interesting.” He flashed it to Steven.
“God, yeah, shrinkage. I mean damn it.” He sat down on the floor. “Why didn’t you tell me that I look like shit? I just thought you’d love me enough to tell me, ‘Hey, Steven maybe you should be doing some crunches.’ I thought you’d tell me-”
“I do love you and if I thought you had a problem I would have said something. At least you don’t have to have ‘special lighting’ to hide your falling chin like I do.”
“I mean, I know I’m old and stuff’s gonna fall and not go back where it should, and well when I was doing the interferon I wasn’t exercising like I should, but fuck, I had no idea I looked like that. They’re all over the fucking internet,” He held his face in his hands, “Talk about embarrassing.”
“You don’t look like shit, you’re fabulous.”
Steven just shook his head in dismay. Joey knew he was wrapped up in this problem-no matter how minor it was. He knew he just had to be here for him and let him talk this whole thing out, but he tried to make him see the light too. “Hey you have to roll with this, it will just go away. Paris Hilton will flash her hooch and that will be the new thing.”
“What if we lose fans?” Steven looked up at him, “Cause I’m fat.”
“You are not fat. You have never been fat.”
“Thin is being young. I’m not thin that means I’m old. I have to be thin or I’m done. Joey, I’ve gained six pounds since the end of the tour!”
“Well you aren’t running around a stage, it’s to be expected.”
“That’s all it takes, a few pounds here and there, then I’m a fat front man. I don’t want everyone making fun of me like they did with Vince. The press was vicious to him.” He sat up on his heels, “There’s two types of ex heroine addicts, thin ones and fat ones, and fuck it I’m a fat one!”
“Steven, for god’s sake, will you just listen to yourself.” Joey got up and knelt beside him. “You are not fat.”
“Will you at least admit that I’m not in shape?”
“No, I won’t.”
“Do you remember when Joe couldn’t exercise after his knee when out?”
“Yeah.” He grudging admitted it.
“Joe got pudgy. The fans were shocked, and it scared him back into shape. That’s where I’m at, fuck Joey I’m scared.”
“My poor Darling!” Joey went behind him and started to rub his shoulders, “I hate it when you work yourself up like this.”
Steven felt his tension start to melt away and Joey’s fingers rubbed deeper into his shoulders. He felt Joey move his hair and kiss the back of his neck. He turned around “What the-”
“I can make you forget all about this.” Joey ran his fingertips over Steven’s face, “Let’s have some fun, huh?”
Steven looked at him-he had ‘the look’. “Aw Joey, god I can’t.”
“Darling, I love you.” He leaned closer, “I missed you so much.” He kissed him tenderly on his lips. “I’ll make you feel so much better.” He purred.
“Do you really want to fuck a marsh mellow right now?”
Joey sighed in disgust. “You’re not a marsh mellow. You’re a willow.” His hand ran over his chest, “You’re so thin, sometimes I’m afraid of breaking you-”
“Shut up.” Steven pushed his hand away. “Stop making fun of me, it ain’t funny.”
But Joey persisted. “I’m not making fun of you, Darling. You’re like a stick mantis,” his lips were on Steven’s neck, “I love you.” He said between kisses.
“So you think I’m overreacting?” Steven swallowed hard.
“Yeah.” Joey sat up, “You wanna come into the guest room?”
“I don’t know,” Steven ran his hand through his hair, and looked at the photos again. “I don’t really feel that comfortable with you seeing me naked right now.”
“You don’t have a problem with your weight.”
“I have to get a hold of this, I got to work out more. I gotta new trainer coming in, his name’s Max. He’s German so he won’t put up with any shit.” Tears began to well in his eyes, “I’m sorry, but I have to go.”
He stood and walked out leaving Joey sitting on the floor.
“Fantastic.” He sneered. He slapped down a stack of papers on the drumhead.
Joey picked up the papers; they were photos of Steven and Erin on the beach frolicking around. He got to the photo of the waves crashing on him making his trunks fall down. “I like this one-”
“Some fucker took them about a mile away. We were on my private beach.” He said as he paced in front of the kit. He stopped and stared at him. “Why didn’t you tell me I look like shit?”
“Shit? What the fuck are you talking about? You look great!”
He grabbed the papers away, pointing at one where he was talking to her, both sitting on chairs, “Look! Look at me! I’m a goddamn marsh mellow! I’m a fat, flabby, pale fucker!”
“No you’re not.”
“LOOK!” Steven thin finger pointed at his photo. “Jesus Christ! Look at my chest! I got no muscle tone! And my stomach! Fuck! I’ve got love handles! You can’t see that?” He threw the photos down in anger.
Joey picked up the photos again-he got to the one where Steven was going through his trunks, exposing himself. “This one is interesting.” He flashed it to Steven.
“God, yeah, shrinkage. I mean damn it.” He sat down on the floor. “Why didn’t you tell me that I look like shit? I just thought you’d love me enough to tell me, ‘Hey, Steven maybe you should be doing some crunches.’ I thought you’d tell me-”
“I do love you and if I thought you had a problem I would have said something. At least you don’t have to have ‘special lighting’ to hide your falling chin like I do.”
“I mean, I know I’m old and stuff’s gonna fall and not go back where it should, and well when I was doing the interferon I wasn’t exercising like I should, but fuck, I had no idea I looked like that. They’re all over the fucking internet,” He held his face in his hands, “Talk about embarrassing.”
“You don’t look like shit, you’re fabulous.”
Steven just shook his head in dismay. Joey knew he was wrapped up in this problem-no matter how minor it was. He knew he just had to be here for him and let him talk this whole thing out, but he tried to make him see the light too. “Hey you have to roll with this, it will just go away. Paris Hilton will flash her hooch and that will be the new thing.”
“What if we lose fans?” Steven looked up at him, “Cause I’m fat.”
“You are not fat. You have never been fat.”
“Thin is being young. I’m not thin that means I’m old. I have to be thin or I’m done. Joey, I’ve gained six pounds since the end of the tour!”
“Well you aren’t running around a stage, it’s to be expected.”
“That’s all it takes, a few pounds here and there, then I’m a fat front man. I don’t want everyone making fun of me like they did with Vince. The press was vicious to him.” He sat up on his heels, “There’s two types of ex heroine addicts, thin ones and fat ones, and fuck it I’m a fat one!”
“Steven, for god’s sake, will you just listen to yourself.” Joey got up and knelt beside him. “You are not fat.”
“Will you at least admit that I’m not in shape?”
“No, I won’t.”
“Do you remember when Joe couldn’t exercise after his knee when out?”
“Yeah.” He grudging admitted it.
“Joe got pudgy. The fans were shocked, and it scared him back into shape. That’s where I’m at, fuck Joey I’m scared.”
“My poor Darling!” Joey went behind him and started to rub his shoulders, “I hate it when you work yourself up like this.”
Steven felt his tension start to melt away and Joey’s fingers rubbed deeper into his shoulders. He felt Joey move his hair and kiss the back of his neck. He turned around “What the-”
“I can make you forget all about this.” Joey ran his fingertips over Steven’s face, “Let’s have some fun, huh?”
Steven looked at him-he had ‘the look’. “Aw Joey, god I can’t.”
“Darling, I love you.” He leaned closer, “I missed you so much.” He kissed him tenderly on his lips. “I’ll make you feel so much better.” He purred.
“Do you really want to fuck a marsh mellow right now?”
Joey sighed in disgust. “You’re not a marsh mellow. You’re a willow.” His hand ran over his chest, “You’re so thin, sometimes I’m afraid of breaking you-”
“Shut up.” Steven pushed his hand away. “Stop making fun of me, it ain’t funny.”
But Joey persisted. “I’m not making fun of you, Darling. You’re like a stick mantis,” his lips were on Steven’s neck, “I love you.” He said between kisses.
“So you think I’m overreacting?” Steven swallowed hard.
“Yeah.” Joey sat up, “You wanna come into the guest room?”
“I don’t know,” Steven ran his hand through his hair, and looked at the photos again. “I don’t really feel that comfortable with you seeing me naked right now.”
“You don’t have a problem with your weight.”
“I have to get a hold of this, I got to work out more. I gotta new trainer coming in, his name’s Max. He’s German so he won’t put up with any shit.” Tears began to well in his eyes, “I’m sorry, but I have to go.”
He stood and walked out leaving Joey sitting on the floor.
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