ziggyplayedguitar | The Terror Tour

Everyone made it up to the swanky bar on the top level of the building and what a sight it was. The place was very rockstar. Billy' eyes widened a little at just how posh it really was since the band weren't used to this sort of posh. This was New York. Ziggy certainly knew a good place when he saw one. Most of the groups headed towards the bar while Billy stayed back a little to talk with Rik.

"Fuck no. I want you in my bed you, Danish pastry."

Giggling slightly, Billy popped Rik on the nose with his finger as he slipped an arm through the Dane as they both walked into the bar area. It was really nice. Weird and Gloria were together as were Mick and Ziggy. Hunter, well, he was straight at the bar talking to the rather handsome barman, which Gilly was giving a bit of stink-eye too. No one flirted with his man it seemed.

"How long do you think it will take Hunter to get trashed and start streaking naked with Gilly? I bet they end up in the pool together."

"Pastry?" Rik could only laugh and shake his head. "Don't worry. You're stuck with me now. Hunter didn't book me a room anywhere."

He pulled his arm away and slung it around the shorter guitarist's neck.his eyes on Hunter. "I bet they turn into a mess as soon as they get to the pool."

He had ideas too and was planning on throwing the Brit into the water the first chance he got. Rik tugged at Billy a little and walked over to where coats would normally be hung. He pulled off his leather cowboy boots and set them aside. He knew if the threw the Brit in Billy would come after him and he didn't want his boots ruined.

"Yeah, pastry. A Danish one because they're sweet and fluffy like you."

It was a cheesy chat up line but Billy didn't care. He wanted to get smashed with Rik and cause a riot because this opportunity was as good as any. Shooting an amused look, Billy laughed. Of course Hunter hadn't book his guitarist into another room. The man probably had it all planned out so Rik would have to spend the night with the Brit. That devious Swede.

"That means you'll have to spend the night with me, smukke."

Billy was picking up the lingo slowly, with smukke being his go to word for his lover at the moment. Walking over to where the coats were, he smiled as the Dane took off his cowboy boots setting them aside. Too good to get ruined? Billy could agree with that because he noticed some of the other band's stuff there too, including Mick's sparkly star jacket.

"Let's get a drink, mate."

Grabbing Rik's hand, he was now yanking the Dane over towards the bar, which was busy with rock stars ordering lots of different drinks. Cocktails, shots, wine, whiskey. It was all go. Mick offered Billy a nod and a smile as he was now sporting a scotch on the rocks. The man liked his whiskey it seemed. What was Gilly up to with Hunter? Probably ordering everything off the menu. Turning to Rik, he wondered what the Dane would want.

"Feeling adventurous, Rik? They have a load of fruity cocktails with dirty names."

Rik starts laughing at the description. "The first thing I need to do is take you to Denmark so you can have Danish pastries instead of the falske here."

Shrugging playfully, he turned away from the Brit. "I'm sure I could stay with someone in my band."

He can barely hide the coy look or the way his cheeks are reddening as he tries not to laugh. He would not choose to be anywhere else than with Billy. They've only had a couple days together but that was enough. Rik loved his energy and mischievous sense of humor.

The Dane had barely stood up before he was being tugged toward the bar, laughing and amused by the sudden exuberance. He comes to a halt at the bar laughing even more as he picks up the cocktail menu.

"I'm always adventurous." He's not sure about some of them but then he sees some things he knows. "THey have lavender drops and French kiss Martinis."

Rik drank both of them often enough. The Lavender drop being lemon vodka, lemon juice and lavender extract and the French Kiss a mix of gin, black raspberry liquor and pineapple. The Dane would drink either and probably get sloshed on them fairly quickly too.

Ziggy had not missed that Mick removed that jacket. Coming up behind him at the bar, the Anthean wrapped his arms around the guitarist from behind and laughing. "Is that my drink?"

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Billy smirked at that. Fake Danish pastries? Was there such a thing? It seemed there was. Joining up with Mick at the bar, he offered the fellow guitarist a smile and picked up the cocktail menu. Mick wondered what both lads wanted since it was an open bar. Everyone was bound to get trashed. He pulled out his pack of smokes and offered them to both Billy and Rik if they wanted one. Billy took one but he wasn't sure if Rik smoked much. Mick glanced to the cocktail menu, squinting slightly.

"Fancy some cocktails, lads? I'm not really one for fruity drinks but Ziggy is. Some of those names are bloody daft but what do I know?"

He shot Ziggy a coy glance and then noticed Billy choosing what looked like one called "Down and Dirty." That got a snort of laughter out of the Northern guitarist who sipped on his whiskey and shot an amused look at Rik. The poor bloke. Was he much of a drinker? He looked half-cut already just from the limo booze. Mick speaking up about his choice of cocktail.

"Down a Dirty, eh? I should order one called "Creamy Pussy."

That got Billy giggling loudly and slapping his hand over his mouth because it was a riot. The language that came out of the Spider's mouths---it was just like his brother and his trashy talk. Maybe those around Ziggy were used to being so crass. Billy loved this of course. Kissing Ziggy on the cheek, Mick then waved the bar man over for everyone.

"What would you like, love? As for you lads---what would you like?"

The barman standing waiting for the rock stars to order.

Rik waved off the cigarettes with a thanks but he wasn't as into all of it as the others. Part of that had come from learning to play instruments that needed clear full breaths. Rik ended up against Billy, looking on as the other two men perused the menu.

Ziggy leaning up against Mick's back and easily being able to see over his shoulder. "You already had a creamy pussy earlier."

Ziggy teased with a giggle. He had been drinking and doing a bit of coke while Mick slept. The rowdy side clear and apparent. He looked at the menu noticing a watermelon cocktail with pineapple juice, vodka and a melon liquor. "How about some Dirty Sex for me?"

Ziggy whispered the name of the drink loudly and pressed up a little closer to Mick. They might have to hide in the coat closet before the night was through with how the Anthean was already feeling.

Rik took his time while giggling over Ziggy's comments. His giggling only escalating. "I'll have a Dirty Little Virgin."

The name brought laughter but it actually looked good. White rum, coconut rum, lime soda and cherries with a sugar rim was definitely something the Dane would enjoy. Sweet and fruity with the extra sugar rim on top of it.

"Bloody hell, Zig! Don't tell all the lads about our intimate times."

The blond blushed a deep red which now matched his girlfriends bright hair. Trust Ziggy to begin the trashfire already. Mick was oblivious about the coke and booze since he had been sleeping deeply after having his fill of Anthean pussy. But he was never sated. Pushing some blond hair from his face, he looked to the bar man and got the orders in.

"You want a Dirty Sex then, love? I'm sure that can be arranged later."

Mick winking playfully knowing full well the glances from Billy and Rik must now be on the pair. Giggling softly, Billy just decided on a "Down and Dirty", which Mick ordered along with his Creamy Pussy and Rik's Dirty Little Virgin. Billy's eyebrows shooting up at that.

"Oh? I know full well you're not a dirty little virgin, Rik."

This was a riot. Then, the whole floor erupted in laughter as everyone was watching Viktor drink shots which were on fire, one tipping down his front, setting his scarf alight. What a riot. Hunter and Gilly had ordered nearly every cocktail on the list and had them lined up on the bar. Oh god. Mick just rolled his eyes.

"Look at them. Hunter's bloody ordered every drink off the menu. They'll never drink all that. Will they?"

"Do you think anyone here doesn't know?" Ziggy asks with a laugh as he places a kiss on those deep red cheeks. This time he does whisper only for Mick to hear. "Should I push a table into a dark corner for us?"

Ziggy had started to get addicted to the risky sex in public places. He didn't want to get caught or seen necessarily but he loved the thrill.

Rik just grinned while shaking his wild hair back out of his face. "You're the little one."

He laughed while folding his arms on top of Billy's head and resting his chin on them. He had to stretch a little since there wasn't that much height difference between them. Ziggy and Rik both looked over at Hunter and the Dane started laughing.

"They will and they'll be naked in the pool spanking each other before they get half of them down." Rik knew. He'd seen enough of it to know that would be for sure.

Just as Viktor sets himself on fire a white dog came running into the bar. Diamond dashed straight for Tom whining crazily for pets before running to Mick and Ziggy. She was out of her mind. She was followed from the elevator by Jack and about 12 of the other Diamond Dogs, all younger, 18-23 or so. A mix of girls, boys, and androgynous. All beautiful and sporting clothing that fell somewhere between punk and glam, bright colored hair, tattoos and piercings.

"Jack!" Ziggy is excited and goes to hug his twin before dragging him over to meet Hunter and Victor. The Dogs stopping at the bar to get drinks before they started to work for the night.

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Mick just sipped his scotch and then side-eyed Ziggy before getting up close to his lips whispering softly;

"You know I want that, love. You and me in a dark corner somewhere getting intimate."

Billy just shot Mick a smile but guessed he was being secretive with Ziggy, no doubt planning something with his lover. Why not? This was a party of sorts and anything could happen. He then nearly squeaked when he felt Rik's arms resting on his head. His cheeky Dane.

"--hey! I'm not that small you cheeky bastard."

He nearly knocked his drink flying when he grabbed hold of Rik and started tickling his chest and under his arms. This was to get back at making him look small in front of Mick and Ziggy. Besides, it was fun to hear the little noises the Dane made when tickled. Then, the elevator made a ding and a dog ran out. A white dog who dashed towards Tom. Oh? Ignoring Jack and his friends, Billy was too involved in tickling his fluffy-haired friend.

Over by the end bar Hunter had noticed Jack and his rather handsome dog. Then, the entourage came out following him. Oh, they were handsome! Punks and glam idols together it seemed. The Swede drank down his fourth cocktail and hooked his arm into Gilly's, walking over to meet Ziggy's brother. They hadn't met yet and Hunter was intrigued.

"Hello there, love. I'm Hunter Ivarsson and this is Gilly, my bitchy tart."

He smirked towards Gilly, who just blushed a deep red, much like Jack's hair. Hunter holding out a hand for Jack to shake if he so wished. Meanwhile, Hunter's eyes gazing over the man's clothing choices. Classy.

"I'm loving your ensemble, love."

"Later." Ziggy pressed up to Mick. "I'll wrap my mouth on you."

Rik is already laughing. "Short?"

The Dane is quickly screaming and pushing the Brit away from trying to tickle him. He's so glad he hadn't picked up his drink yet. Giggling wildly, Rik wraps his arms around Billy and picks him upto try and get him to stop.

Jack is eager to meet the rest of the people around Ziggy. He smiles at Gilly. "I've heard about your bitchy mouth and drum skills."

Ziggy talked about both when it came to the sassy little drummer. Jack took Hunter's hand and leaned in andkissed the Swede's cheek. " Halloween Jack. Thank you. You're all flashy too. I wouldn't expect anything less from Ziggy's friends."

He glances over his shoulder at his crew getting drinks and some bar food. "Ziggy told me you were all looking for some company to liven things up." I've brought some of the Diamond Dogs. We can stay at least until tomorrow, or the next day, in case anyone gets into some long term fun."

Diamond came over to see Ziggy and check out these new people. Smelling the cat on Hunter she whines while staring up at the singer.

"This is Diamond." Jack reaches down and pats the lively girl. She would probably jump into the pool later when everyone made their way up that way.

Mick just blushed a deep red and smirked underneath his platinum blond hair. He loved it when Ziggy talked about wrapping his lips around his stiff cock. Fuck, did he. Glancing towards Jack and Diamond, he smiled and then his attention was on Billy and Rik having a tickle fight. Of course they were.

Hunter smiling fondly when Jack kissed his cheek. Oh, wasn't he handsome! Just like Ziggy too. What an uncanny thing they looked almost exactly the same. Was Jack a twin? The Swede giggled at Jack's response to Gilly but pressed a kiss to his little drummer's cheek, wanting him to feel comfortable.

"Your clothes, Jack! I love them. Do you design them yourself? I'm a fashion designer of sorts as well as a singer. You look near exactly like Ziggy, it's uncanny."

It was true. Even Gilly was looking at Jack and back to Ziggy. Billy and Rik? They were too busy with each other to notice the newcomers. As for the company? No doubt Viktor and the other band members would appreciate the company. Then Diamond was whining up at Hunter. He bent down slightly and put his hand out in front of her, hoping she would lick it as a friendly gesture.

"She must smell the pussy on me."

Why yes, that was a crude joke. Gilly just frowning looking slightly confused. Mick, however just snorted into his scotch almost.

Rik started screaming from the tickling and had to put Billy down before he fell. His face flushing bright red but at the same time he was having the time of his life. "Can...fuck!... Can I have my drink."

Jack glanced at Ziggy who frowned a little about the question. "I shop New York a lot and my sister makes all of his own clothes." Jack had a few pieces that Ziggy had made.

Ziggy laughed at the comparison. "Jack's my older brother."

Jack and Ziggy both laughed at the pussy comment. It's Ziggy, who knows Hunter, who has a cheeky comment. "You haven't smelled like pussy for months unless Gilly is hiding something I don't know about."

"Speaking of this." Jack has a devious look and turns around to where Tom and Robert are sitting quietly while picking at some appetizer that had been brought out. "Tom!"

Anyone can see the older man roll his eyes before turning in his chair to look at Jack. He is preparing for something chaotic to come out of it. Jack glances toward the emergency stairwell. "I couldn't have you being here without anyone if I brought company for everyone else."

The door opens and Aletayria steps out in high platforms and a gorgeous colorful dress. Tom stares at his wife and then at Jack. It's hard to stun Tom to silence at any point, with anything, but having his wife show up unexpectedly was one thing that could. Jack had taken a lot of precautions before bringing her; contacts, press on nails, styling her long red hair to cover the fact she doesn't have any ears. She looked just like a beautiful human, though incredibly tall and thin.

Hunter turned to see his guitarist near out of breath due to the fact that Billy had tickled him pink, literally. Laughing non-stop, the Brit let his lover down so he could have his drink. The poor Dane needed it. The whole situation was a riot and Hunter just smirked as he turned back to Jack. Ah, so Ziggy's older brother---that would make sense. Even the man's hat was stylish as were his boots. Oh, the boots!

"I'm loving your style, Jack. Those boots are something too. I need to get myself a pair of heeled boots sometime. You really are stylish, Stilig."

Hunter using a Swedish word at the end which no doubt Rik would pick up and perhaps Ziggy. But everyone else might be looking rather blank, unless Jack could understand Swedish too. As soon as Jack shouted Tom, everyone's attention seemed to be shifted in the room. Then, Ziggy's mum walked in.

Everyone's eyes went wide as dinner plates and their jaws slackened as the beautiful Aletayria walked into the bar. Her height and features knocking a few of the punks and rocker aback. She was so tall. Viktor just stared, open-mouthed, near forgetting he had a fire shot in his hand. Billy just gaped a little as did Gilly. But Hunter, he smiled and offered a little bow as was his way of greeting such beautiful people.

Mick nodded to Ziggy's mum, already acquainted with her back in the Nexus. He noticed that she appeared more human for appearances sake. Something Jack must have done and she pulled it off with aplomb. Offering her a friendly smile, Mick squeezed Ziggy's hand in his. Hunter walking up to her slowly.

"Oh---such a tall and beautiful woman. Hon är som en gudinna."

Rik had to catch his breath, leaning into Billy before he could take a drink. The Dane drinking quickly so the riot was only going to get crazier. He loved the tickling despite needing breaks from it now and then.

"You need to go shopping with my sister. He finds the best boots." Jack had some things from his own world but there was nothing quite like shopping in Ziggy's New York. Jack didn't catch the Swedish and Rik may have if he was paying attention instead of setting his drink down on the bar and looking to make out with Billy. Ziggy got the emotions from it though and had a pretty good guess at the meaning.

Rik looked up when Billy did, brows furrowing. He saw the resemblance immediately. "Is that Stardust's mother?"

Tom gave Jack a stern look for bringing his wife into public but what was done is done. He gets up to greet her with a kiss on the cheek which takes her bending a little and Tom, who is close to 6 foot, reaching on his tip toes.

"Not quite." She tells Hunter. While she doesn't know the human language she's hearing, surface thoughts give her all the clues she needs. "I am sure Tom might tell you otherwise."

One thing that is rather obvious, even in the loose dress, is that she appears to be far along in a pregnancy. Anyone who knows the family closely would understand Zayda is merely in the pouch sleeping.

Billy loved how drunk Rik was getting and the night was still young. He wanted to ply his Dane with fruity cocktails and get smashed with him. That sounded a fun night indeed. The Brit giggled and then his focus was on Hunter talking about shopping with Ziggy. The things they could get up to. The Swede nodding and ruffling Gilly's hair playfully. The drummer just wide-eyed staring at Aletayria. He'd never seen such a tall woman!

"I'd love to go shopping with Ziggy. Just imagine all of the leopard print clothing I could find. Oh and boots! Delightful, darling."

Rik was then asking Billy a question as he pressed a kiss to the Dane's cheek. Oh yes, Ziggy's mother.

"Yeah, I think so. She's really tall just like Ziggy but Tom isn't that tall. Ziggy must get his height from his mother. I think she's pregnant though."

Nearly all of the band members could notice the bump on Aletayria. A sure sign Ziggy was about to gain a new brother or sister. It was a happy occasion and Billy wanted to wish Aletayria some good wishes.

"Congratulations! On the baby. Looks like Ziggy is about to get a new brother or sister."

Rik was getting drunk in a hurry because he was a light weight when it came to booze and everyone around him was drinking so fast. He was going to trashed sooner rather than later at this rate. He gave Billy a kiss after a long drink.

"We should go tomorrow." Ziggy tells Hunter and glances at Jack who gives an eyebrow raise and small shrug of approval. "There are some nice places here to get just what you're looking for."

Rik listened to Billy and his eyes dropped to Aletayria's midsection. "She looks far along."

Aletayria turns to the voice and pauses, glancing at Tom. How was she going to explain the appearing and disappearing child due to her pouch. A brief moment of telepathy passes between husband and whfe before she smiles at Billy.

"A sister, any time soon." Her voice is higher than a human but the English is clear, like speaking to a soprano singer. "Thank you."

Rik is staring at just how tall she is, a little dumbfounded before smiling and his thoughts coming through the booze. "You're very beautiful."

He said it because he knew everyone was thinking it. Even Hunter seemed like he was and he usually only liked men. "Tom's lucky."

Rik added if only because he didn't want to seem like he was saying something he shouldn't. Ziggy rolled his eyes and laughed quietly. Everyone was aware of where the Dane's interests were; short, male and British.

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Rik was definitely a light weight compared to Billy who often drank far too much with his fellow band mates and ended up trashed and hungover in the morning. It was amusing watching the tall Dane become even more smashed by the second though as the Brit was plying him with booze. The kiss was welcome, as he pulled Rik in for a long one before letting go.

Hunter nodded as he addressed Ziggy and glanced towards Jack. Shopping in New York? Hell yes. Going out to find more glam clothing? It was the Swede's idea of a good day out. Perhaps the rest of the bands would go shopping for themselves? It could be fun.

"I'd love to come shopping with you, Ziggy. Jack? Will you also come? You have an excellent taste in hats and boots, darling."

Then, he felt Gilly pull on his arm. It seemed the tarty drummer wanted his attention once more.

Mick smirked at Gilly. So needy all the time. Pressing a kiss to Ziggy's cheek, the blond then walked over to Aletayria, offering her a nod and a smile. He knew all about her "pregnancy." Knowing it was little Zayda tucked away in the Anthean pouch. Of course she was made to look human so her alien heritage had to be kept a secret at all costs.

"It's good to see you again, Aletayria. Are you keeping well? Love the dress too."

He knew Hunter loved it more since the singer kept glancing towards it when Gilly wasn't snogging his face off. Every time Aletayria walked into a room, everyone stared. She was quite the presence.

Rik laughed and moaned into that kiss. Then he was ordering another drink. The Dane was too drunk to slow down now.

Ziggy nodded and now had plans for the morning. He gave Mick a kiss on the cheek. He's glad that, despite his possessiveness, Mick understands Ziggy has friends and that they will do things without him sometimes. He'd be sure to bring back something slinky to make the alone time worth it. There's no doubt Hunter and Jack enjoy lingerie shopping as much as he does.

Jack looks at Gilly and shakes his head. "Don't worry. I have my own man. You can keep yours... even if he has style."

Jack could see the tension and it was unnecessary. From the look of Hunter this would be three girls, more or less, going out shopping and nothing more.

Aletayria gave Mick a small hug. "Thank you. Jack picked it out for me."

Then Aarne is busting in on the conversation, quite literally because he's drunk and has a hard time stopping as he comes up beside Aletayria. These stupid heads all around not knowing how to treat a pregnant woman. Aarne had been there when his mother was pregnant with his sister, just before he left to find a band. So, he brought her a glass of juice. that was what his mother wanted. She had said it was good for the baby.

Smelling of booze and loud he offers it to her. "You should have a drink and sit."

He looks over at Tom and knows that is where she needs to go. Though Tom gives him a harsh look. They had a night a few days ago when the older man got a call about his being in the lobby of the hotel, mostly naked and screaming a song out at the top of his lungs.

"Thank you." Aletayria takes it in stride. The young man reminds her of Ziggy somewhat and it is enough to make her smile.

Billy was already on the way to the bar to order more fruity cocktails for his Dane so they could both get trashed. It seemed Rik was well on his way to that state anyway. As for the others? It seemed Aletayria was about to meet the rest of the band members.

Gilly held tightly onto Hunter's arm and this made the Swede smile fondly. Oh, you silly tart. He loves you not Jack. Offering Jack a friendly kiss on the cheek, Hunter then went to pick up a "Cock sucker" cocktail, passing it to his boyfriend. The Swede cocked his eyebrow up at Jack having a partner.

"Oh? What is he like? Now I'm curious, Sötnos."

Mick then felt someone brush past him reeking of booze. Bloody hell! The guitarist's eyes went wide when he spotted Joe, the bassist from Viktor's lot. He looked like a trashfire in the making for sure with his crazy black hair and excessive eyeliner. The bassist was also holding a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand, looking trashed.

"Aarne? Oh. Such a tall and beautiful lady indeed."

He noticed she was heavily pregnant so decided against sharing his bottle of bourbon with her. Joe was a trashfire but he was no fool and knew alcohol was a no for a pregnant lady. Nudging Aarne in the back, he waved the bottle in the drummer's face.

"Fancy a drink, sexy?"

"Maybe I can invite him out next time." Jack offers with a smile. This was definitely the kind of crowd Balthazar could appreciate.

Even Aarne gives Joe the side eye for being such a disaster in front of someone's mother. "Yeah! And Mr Jones will bloody your stupid ass to the ground if you don't get your shit on right."

Aarne had tangled with Ziggy's dad who was watching them closely. He knew better than go try that temper again. Aarne made sure Aletayria was to the table with Tom before he turned on the bassist. He took his bottle and chugged the remaining scotch. Gave him back the bottle, winked and then started for the bar and his own drink.

"Thanks babe." He called over his shoulder.

Hunter nodded and smiled. The more the merrier and the Swede did like meeting new people, especially those circulating around Ziggy and Jack's circle of friends. Glancing around it seemed that everyone was having fun in their groups. Weird and Gloria were sat up on a table talking to Tom. They were the sensible ones. Viktor and the Angels were doing fire shots and laughing when their singer's hair caught on fire, singing the ends.

Mick walked up to the bar still smirking at Joe and Aarne as he ordered two cocktails from the long list. He ordered himself a "Creamy Pussy" which was peach flavoured and a "Dirty Cunt" for Ziggy. Walking back he passed Ziggy his drink with a coy glance.

"It's called a "Dirty Cunt." But I know you've got a nice clean one. Mines called a "Dirty Pussy." He licked around the edge of the glass flirting slightly with his Anthean.

Joe began laughing as Aarne downed his whole bottle in one. Of course. He should have known. Fuck this. He walked up to the bar plonking the empty bottle down and slinging an arm around the drummer.

"What are you ordering, princess? Want to top me up?"

Vars was with the Angels, laughing at Viktor for setting himself on fire. Though, the punk, with his almost always leather gloved hands, did pat the fire out before it scorched the fool. It was still funny and he was down for joining in this sort of mayhem.

Ziggy takes his drink and giggles, leaning in to whisper to his lover. "I know. You licked it clean earlier." It's definitely a trashy flirt but everyone here is pretty drunk and in thier own little groups.

Aarne got up behind Rik, and grabbed him around the waist, tickling his low back which instantly had the Dane screaming. "Is he fucking you enough?"

Aarne let Rik go who was now flushed red from the question and the laughter. He looked at Joe approaching and started laughing. He knew exactly what was going to go on here and moved closer to Billy so he could avoid his drummer's chaos.

Aarne hopped up on the bar, feet swinging and leaned over to grab a bottle of Jack Daniel's. Ziggy had warned the bartender and management about the crazy and that he would cover whatever was needed. He didn't even try to stop the tall drummer as he unscrewed the lid.

"Whatever I want." The Fin told the bassist with a sassy shake of his head. "Not my fault you offered me all your booze."

Viktor was enjoying himself which made a change for the boy to be socialising instead of causing chaos and getting arrested for setting public property on fire. Or worse. He was at his best when surrounded by his own. They shy Zack just drinking in the corner laughing at his band mates whilst drinking his light ale. He never was much of a drinker anyway.

Mick was getting drunk as he giggled at Ziggy's words and slurped lewdly on his drink, licking the cream off his top lip. He loved how dirty his girlfriend could be and knew before the end of the night he might be licking a real pussy. He nuzzled into the Anthean's neck, kissing it.

"Mm...I love licking you out."

Billy nearly dropped his cocktail when he felt Aarne brush past him to tickle the poor Dane. Smirking he knew the drummer was a close friend to Rik so it was all good. It didn't stop the Brit from passing Rik his "Fuck me stupid" cocktail. He had drank around four or five now so was well on the way to getting smashed himself. Leaning close to Rik he whispered;

"Does everyone know we fuck now? I can't wait to slide my cock into you tonight."

Grinning, Billy then smelt a strong smell of perfume as Hunter was now climbing up onto the bar giggling, clearly trashed. He began kicking off his boots, nearly getting Viktor in the head as he began stripping slowly. Gilly giggling hard and sipping on his cocktail just stared up in rapture at the Swede.

What a fucking trashfire.

Joe grinned and then hopped over the bar to join Aarne, who was helping himself to the bottles of booze. Hell yeah. He swiped a bottle of Gordon's gin and began necking it whilst grabbing the younger man around the waist, pulling him towards him.

Vars noticed the younger man sitting alone and went to the bar. Then he came over sitting down beside the drummer, handing him a Guinness and dropping a shot of irish whiskey into it. "Cheers boy."

The punk was drinking whiskey himself but he noticed the younger man had a beer. This was a good option to help him loosen up.

Ziggy downed about half the drink at once, laughing happily at the nuzzling and the way he's pulled in. "In public?" He asked curiously.

Rik sipped his drink, grinning at the question and about to answer when Aarne poked at his shoulder. The Dane turned but leaned back into Billy while the crazy Fin spoke to him. "Du skal lægge is i hans trusser."

Rik started laughing immediately and handed his drink to Billy to hold. The Dane slid over the bar. Grabbing a glass he dipped some ice out of the bin and glanced at the tender who covered his mouth so he didn't laugh. Rik got low and moved behind the bar before popping up, grabbing the back of Hunter's trousers and dumping the ice in.

Aarne let out such a loud laugh once the deed was done. That little tug at his waist didn't go unnoticed. Leaning in he pressed a kiss right below Joe's ear then leaned his head on the bassist's shoulder to lean back and tip up his bottle for a long drink.

Zack looked up from sipping on his light ale to notice Vars from the Hammers coming over and passing him a drink. Oh. The drummer offered a shy smile and noticed it was Guinness, which he liked, but then the bassist was adding whiskey into it. Well, to be friendly he took it and tried it, smiling shyly. He felt a little awkward but knew everyone was friendly enough.

Mick watched Ziggy down his cocktail and giggle softly at his girlfriend's words. Wouldn't that be something. He glanced over by the other corner where there was a spare table and chairs. No one would see them over there since the main action was at the bar area and everyone was near enough drunk.

"Let's go over there, love. It's nice and empty. No one will see us."

Billy leant on the bar waving over the bar man to bring them more dirty fruity cocktails. This time he ordered one of each of the cock themed cocktails. Then, the Brit's eyes were on Rik as Aarne whispered something into Rik's ear. Watching, he sipped his drink as his Dane nimbly crept up to Hunter. Ice. Ah, of course. This should be good.

Hunter, oblivious began pulling off his bright neon pink socks and chucking them onto Viktor's head. The punk threw them off laughing, aiming to chuck some of his drink onto Hunter but missed. Then, the Swede gasped as he felt the ice being slipped into the back of his pants.

"Oh! Knulla! Det är kallt!"

He squealed, dancing about on the bar, swearing in Swedish and then pulling his pants off, throwing them onto Rik's head. The stripping continued as he then pulled off his pink, frilly panties, throwing those onto Gilly's head. The drummer giggled and held them close. He was a man in love, even trashed. Then, Hunter was naked, wiggling his naked ass across the bar floor, laughing as he grabbed Gilly, pulling him into the pool with him. The drummer still wearing all his clothes. There was a shriek as Gilly was pulled in and a large splash.

Everyone started laughing.

Vars put an arm around the younger man, patting his shoulder, sort of roughly but not on purpose. He's a little drunk and a rougher sort but happy to just sit around and drink with anyone. He sipped his own drink, then motioned at Viktor. "He always setting himself to fire?" Vars has a thick Norwegian accent and it is made worse by drinking.

"Get me another drink first." Ziggy finished his drink and gave Mick a kiss before heading to the indicated table. Once there he sat down and kicked his feet up on one of the other chairs.

Rik almost fell down from the laughter that took him when that first cry erupted from the singer. Grabbing the pants off his head and tossing them over the bar, he stumbles back over toward the other end of the bar laughing so hard he can barely breathe. Aarne takes his attention from Joe to help Rik back up over the bar. He pulls the Dane in to give him a kiss on the cheek for the spectacular show.

Rik just fumbles off the bar, right into Billy, cheeks hurting from laughter.

The young drummer smiled at the pat as he drank his drink. The rough accent was hard to understand but he could make out what Vars was saying. So many drunken Scandinavians in one room! Laughing softly, Zack nodded to the bassist's question.

"Yeah. He just likes doing it to show off mainly. He is skilled with fire though. I once saw him throw a molotov through a cop shop window and it set fire to the office inside. This was from another building across the street."

It seemed the Angel's loved their band leader's pyromania. He was glad Vars was offering him drinks because now Viktor was coming over to their table, laughing and drunk. He ruffled Var's hair playfully then grabbed onto Zack's arm, pulling him towards the bar. The young drummer giggling but going with the flow. What harm could it do?

"Everyone, get Zack a drink. I think he's still fucking sober!"

Joe smirking as he threw a bottle of Jack towards Viktor from across the bar. Lucky it didn't smash or hit anyone, as Viktor caught it and then uncorked the bottle, swigging some himself before thrusting it into Zack's hands. The boy looked unsure but drank some anyway.

Then loud giggling from above in the pool as it sounded like someone was having their naked ass slapped. Well, that last five seconds. Mick just smirking as he kissed Ziggy's lips.

"Another drink or five? Alright, love. I'll be back soon."

Mick left to walk towards the bar, meeting Joe and bumping shoulders with the tall bloke. Fuck, he was tall. Over 6" and that hair. Bloody crazy. Joe winked at Mick and pressed a kiss to his cheek before moving to talk to Billy. The blond froze and blushed. He wasn't used to the affection. Shrugging, he ordered Ziggy five "Cock Suckers" and brought them back to their table without dropping any. His long fingers and large hands helping with it.

Joe, now with Billy, whispered something to his band mate in his ear. The guitarist laughed and then informed Rik on the prank before grabbing some ice from the bucket and loading both hands up with it as he sneaked behind Viktor. Winking to Rik, he then pulled the singer's pants open and emptied his icy load into the punk's pants. Viktor screamed loudly.

"Fuck!---What the fuck! Who did this! Ahhhh!---cold---shit--"

Billy hid behind a seat and stayed quiet.

Vars nodded to the description. "Never the fire bug, but fighting."

Vars was more of a scrapper than a pyromaniac. Clear when Viktor ruffs up his spikey hair and Vars hauls back and punches the singer in the shoulder. It's hard but done with a bit of smirk that says it isn't a serious fight.

Aarne laughs at the tossed booze bottle. He's drinking fast and getting trashed. Then the bassist is leaving and kissing on Ziggy's man. That gets a frown of disappointment from the drummer who goes back to sucking on the bottle he has.

Ziggy laughs at the pile of drinks Mick brings over and gives him a kiss on the cheek before taking one for himself.

Rik is already laughing and it only gets worse when he is told what is about to happen. Anything that gets at Viktor is good. He has to lean on the bar to keep himself up right, sides hurting and no sign he's going to stop laughing. Aarne takes Rik's cocktail glass, now empty, and fills it with whiskey for the Dane. Even Vars is laughing now, watching the chaos while drinking. This was fantastic.

Rik, still laughing walks by Viktor and slyly sticks a cocktail umbrella in his hair on his way to where Billy is.

Zack starts laughing when Viktor gets ice chucked into his pants by Billy. Of course this was bound to happen. The band members picking to prank their singer because they could. The young drummer now walking over to Rik, pouring the Dane some whiskey into his already near full glass. Just to be friendly and to meet some of the other Scandinavians. The Hammers were a nice bunch of guys.

"For you. Nice hair by the way. How do you get it big like that? Mine just goes curly when I brush it."

Viktor then bashed into Zack whilst pulling ice cubes out of his pants, throwing them at Joe and managing to hit Aarne with them too. Everyone was fair game. Even Mick felt one fly past the back of his head. Frowning, he suddenly had flashbacks and flinched. The whole bottle incident clear in his memory. Pushing out bad thoughts he sat next to Ziggy and slipped his arm around, nuzzling close. Fuck that blockhead.

The punk was now getting another bottle of whiskey, Jim Beam, and unscrewing the cap, downing half the contents before pulling out his lighter. He then flicked it open, belching with a mouth full of booze, creating a long thin fire stream. All the Angels laughed and Viktor slapped Joe on the back.

"Who wants to see some naked ass?"

Viktor was gone. He pulled down his pants and flashed his bare ass to all. Making sure he wiggled it towards the top table where Tom and Aletayria were sitting. Of course. Billy just rolled his eyes and then came from hiding to wrap his arms around his drunken Dane.

Poor Rik. He could barely stand.

"Are you ok, smukke?"

Rik stared at the glass getting filled up to near spilling so he had to sip it. He hadn't spoken to Zack much but he brightens when he mentions his hair. "I was born this way. When I brush it, it just gets bigger."

Then there's chaos, of course. Rik catches Zack the best he can as he gets shoved. Aarne grabbed an entire handful of ice from behind the counter and threw it back at Viktor. Ziggy frowned when Mick was hit and held him, soothing him with empathy while kissing his temple.

Vars had been just laughing until the singer flashed another man's woman, and another person's mom, his bare ass. The Norse punk downed his drink and came up giving the drunk bastard a shove. The kind that said he was about to take control.

"You Kronidiot!" The Scandinavians got crazy but there were social norms even they followed. "Shaking your ass at another man's wife. Going to get clocked by the old man."

Vars had seen the disappointed scowl from Tom and had a feeling that the old man could lay shit down if needed.

Rik wrapped an arm around Billy when he came out and answered the question with a kiss that is hot for public. Yeah, he's drunk but not shitfaced or about to pass out, not yet anyway.

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Zack nodded and looked up at the Dane's impressive hairdo. It really was quite wild and there wasn't an ounce of hairspray on it at all. Amazing. Drinking some whiskey out of the bottle Viktor gave him, he coughed and spluttered a bit, not used to drinking straight liquor. He wiped his mouth then blushed. Then, more ice came Viktor's way in the form of the Fin throwing it at him.

Viktor then felt Vars shove him. The punk pulled his pants back up and shoved Vars back, smirking, offering up the finger and grabbing Zack's bottle of whiskey and downing more.

"What's that, you cock licker? I didn't understand you. You just said you like sucking balls? Did you hear that everyone? Vars is a ball sucker!"

The punk shoved Vars once more and then laughed. He was too far gone to care what Vars said to him about not mooning someone's wife and mother. Fuck that. He was here to have fun! That cocky Norwegian could stick a cock up his ass. Billy frowned. He could sense Viktor starting to lose control so had to act. Glancing towards Joe, he nodded.

Joe leaping from across the bar and grabbing a cold towel, throwing it into Viktor's face.

"Calm down, you wanker. No fights tonight. We're here to drink, get smashed and fuck around."

He patted Vars on the shoulder and offered the Norwegian a smile, hoping he would understand his singer's ways.

Rik laughed and patted the Brit as he sputtered. He'd been there before with something or another that he had been given.

Vars barely budged when shoved because he was prepared and watching the face of the singer's father. He snorts though at the insults. "EH.. you wish then you wouldn't have to spend your night blistering your own palms."

Vars nodded to the tall bassist but pointed at Tom who was glaring fire. "Not me that will set him to ass on the floor. That man survived dead of space. Your singer will take a nap if he gets out of his chair."

Viktor snorted at that but could see Ziggy's old man and how pissed he looked. Best not make an even bigger fool of himself and get his ass whooped by a fifty year old. Tom did look pretty tough even if he was middle-aged. The punk laughed and slapped Vars on the back going up to the bar to get himself a bottle of vodka. His favourite. The towel on the face seemed to slap him back to his senses. For a moment or two. Billy almost letting out a sigh of relief.

Weird turning to Gloria, squeezing her hand gently wondering if she would like another drink. Glancing around he offered Tom and Aletayria a smile too before getting up.

"What can I get you, Gloria? Tom, Aletayria? Would you like something?"

The bassist being the responsible one compared to the almighty trashfire burning by the bar area. He knew he'd have to enter it to reach the bar. Hopefully no one would kiss him or pull his side burns. Some of those crazy tall blokes looked smashed out of their melons.

Vars laughed at the pat on the back and wrapped an arm over the singer's shoulder. Obviously the pushing and insults meant little this time. "Come, let's have drinks now that you're not stupid."

He's happy to drink with the other guy after a spat to get things back to normal.

Tom sighed and just tried to diffuse his annoyance with a smile. "Stay, we can order from the table. Dinner?"

He's already waving the bartender over to the table. Tom knows better than to navigate the crazy drummer drunk on the bar.

Viktor smirked at the arm over his shoulder. He was thinking that the Norwegian would punch him but he didn't. Even a wrestling fight would have been ok in Viktor's books since the man loved to rough house. The insults and pushing were just the Brit being drunk and boisterous. No harm was intended.

"I'm never stupid, spiky. How do you get your hair like that? Hairspray?"

The singer sporting a rather messy mullet but liking his hair none the less. It was punk and he liked the style. As for Vars? The man rocked a nice punk hairdo as well. He wasn't such a cock-licker after all. Jumping up over the bar, Viktor grabbed a bottle of Stoli and unscrewed it, offering Vars the first drink.

Billy made wolf whistling noises towards Viktor as he playfully began tickling Rik under his chin. Was Viktor finally chatting someone up? Was this actually happening? In his punky macho way?

Weird nodded and was grateful they had waiter service. Fuck it if he was going to risk his nice suit getting ruined by the punks. That tall bloke was trouble. He'd already kissed Mick on the cheek. Dinner sounded perfect as he offered Gloria a peck on the cheek.

"Dinner sounds good."

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Vars could easily get into a fight that meant nothing but it seemed everyone else was out for fun rather than a fight. In general, he's easy going and rarely as crazy as his bandmates.

"Put on your ass by a fifty year old man pulling off your trousers, might?" Vars was laughing partially at the singer but mostly with him. "No. Knox and glue."

That was the punk secret that no one knew.. the spikes that never failed and were impervious to rain were gelatin and glue. It was a strange thing among them but it worked. He nods to the bottle and takes the first drink before sliding up on the stool beside the singer.

After the wolf whistle he just holds a middle finger up to Aarne before he even says anything which has the drummer laughing.

Rik is also lauhing from the tickle. Though the Dane is also trying to drink down the whiskey before spilling it. His eyes falling on Zack he hands him the glass, since now he has no drink. Viktor took the bottle away.

Once the tender is over he gives them menus and prepares to take drink orders. These were teh civilized among the mess here tonight.

If Vars got into a playfight then Viktor would gladly join in, scrambling around on the floor with the Norwegian or throwing him over the bar top for fun. The problem with Viktor is that sometimes he didn't know when to stop and his band mates often had to step in. Joe grinning and necking down some more Jack before turning to Aarne, sliding an arm around the taller man's neck, shoving the neck of the bottle at him.

Viktor smirked and shook his head at Vars' words.

"I'm not a fucking idiot. Billy told me that the old man's been in space. Gilly told his older brother and then word got around. You'd better not mess with Major Tom."

The punk eyed up the ex-astronaut and knew going out into space took guts and balls. The man had both. Glancing up at Vars' impressive hair, Viktor smirked and took the vodka bottle and took a long glug or two, laughing as he wiped his mouth. How tough was the bassist?

"Want to arm wrestle with me, Spiky?"

Billy giggled as he then kissed Rik on the lips, almost passionately, pushing him back into a soft chair and sitting in his lap. The Brit was trashed and was wanting to nuzzle into that thick hair.

Aarne laughed at the bottle in his face and took a drink but didn't swallow. Instead he leaned in, kissing the Brit and sharing the mouth full of booze with him.

Vars laughed and got his own drink after handing the bottle back to the Brit. "Not only. He was stuck for weeks and survived."

Vars had respect for a lot of things. A man who could survive something that was supposed to be instant death and keep his wits, that was the kind of man you wanted to keep on your side at all costs. He took his whiskey and a drink before laughing.

"You want to lose?" The Norwegian challenged with a big grin. It was better fun than all out fight where someone or something might get broken.

Rik pulled Billy in, sliding his hands under his jacket instead of around the outside. He's drunk and has lost all the thoughts of being embarrassed in public. If Ronno could do it in public, why couldn't he?

Joe was trashed and slid his hand around the back of Aarne's head to keep him there while he kissed the taller man. Fuck, it was hot! He wanted more so broke off and then shoved Aarne back against the bar, pressing against him whilst tipping booze onto his mouth.

Viktor was smirking at the two men's displays but was more interested in what Vars had to say now. Mostly about Tom getting stuck up in space. Fuck. What a thing to go through. No wonder the guy was tough as fucking nails. He could have died up there. Swigging some more vodka, Viktor grinned.

"Not on your life, Spiky. Let's see who the bigger man is."

The Brit put his bottle down and then removed his shirt so that he was topless, baring his many scars and burns from fights before. Not only that but he was quite stocky and well-built with a muscled torso and arms. Placing his right arm out on his elbow, he offered Vars a wink.

Billy knew his Dane was trashed because Rik was now touching his chest up. His nipples peaking at the touch and he began giggling. This side of the Dane he hadn't seen much. A trashed Rik.

"You want to touch me, smukke?"

Aarne laughed and pulled the Brit along before wrapping his mouth over the tipped bottle. Thought hat doesn't last long. Soon he's shoving it away. Hand grabbing Joe's ass, the drummer yanks him in for another kiss.

"Your ass to lose." Vars isn't shy and pulls his jacket off. He's built from playing and working on cars and motorcycles in his off time. He does have a large scar down his arm from a knife and several others, though they are much smaller. Vars set his elbow too, ready to thrash the Brit singer.

Rik looked up at Billy, eyes hazy and hungry. "Yes."

Pulling him back in, Rik's hand slips out of his coat and down suggestively between his thighs. The Dane is getting interested in a lot more than touching.

Joe just smirks greedily, clearly wanting more as he leaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Aarne and shoving him back playfully. It seemed the twins were getting on rather well with one another.

As for Viktor and Vars---they were about to have an arm wrestling match and the Brit was offering up a boastful gaze towards the Norwegian. Who would win? It would be a test of strength as well as a test of character. Viktor hated losing. Yet, he was starting to warm up to Vars in a good way. The man had attitude.

"Ready?"

He readied his arm and waited for the other man to get into position. Grabbing his booze bottle with his spare hand, Viktor downed some drink then got back to the game. Then, loud giggling erupted from upstairs. Jesus...Gilly and Hunter.

Billy himself was now near giggling as he kissed Rik on the lips and then gasped when he felt the Dane's hand touching him down at his thighs. Was his lover getting horny? Maybe the booze was affecting him? Whatever it was Billy wanted more of it, sliding his own hand around to cup Rik's ass.

Mick and Ziggy in the corner enjoying one another's company and drinking quite a few cocktails. The blond was getting drunk and he was now near leaning on Ziggy, nuzzling into his neck, giggling a little.

Aarne let out a little noise and a laugh as he's shoved back into the bar. The Fin all too willing to continue kissing the bassist. He slides up to sit on the bar and wraps his legs around Joe's waist, locking his ankles and pulls him in. Then he's kissing and sliding his fingers into all that crazy hair.

"Born ready." He settles his elbow and takes Viktor's hand, the other he slaps the Brit in the temple while he's drinking. "... knock little punks like you."

He's laughing and knows how funny it is since he is much shorter than the singer. He has the flash of Hunter but all the rough around the edges of Viktor with a cocky self-assurance to match it. While waiting for Viktor to start trying to push his hand to the table he picks up his drink with the other hand and downs it in one go.

Rik gasped when he felt Billy's hands sliding under his ass. He wasn't just getting horny, but also hard, something his tight black jeans did nothing to hide. The hand keeps working up to press between the Brit's thighs, stroking Billy's crotch. The Dane's trashed and this was one reason he didn't drink much. He got loose and too eager, here though, he was safe to get this drunk. He trusted Billy and the others to not take advantage of him... unless he wanted it. That was exactly what he wanted from his lover.

Ziggy can feel the rising sexual tension in the room. Even his mother is effected and has her hand sliding along her husband's thigh. Ziggy though leans in to Mick to kiss his neck. Slowly sliding up into his guitarist's lap. The mood of the room feeding into the Anthean's arousal, and it would probably hit a feedback loop with the others. Ziggy feeling their emotions, his own rising and projecting.

Joe loved that little noise that Aarne made as he giggled slightly seeing the drummer get shoved back into the bar. This was just too good. As he was kissed, the bassist groaned as he felt the taller man wrap his legs around him, locking his ankles. The fingers through the hair pulled a pleased moan from Joe, who was becoming more aroused by the second. He wanted Aarne.

"Is that so? Show me, Spiky."

Viktor grinned and then felt the bassist's hand slap his temple whilst drinking. Laughing softly, the singer then got ready to aim to slam Vars' arm down onto the bar top. Fuck if he was losing to the Norwegian. Viktor gripped his opponent's hand and then began pushing, using his upper body strength and shoulder muscles, aiming to topple Vars' arm.

Billy knew they couldn't do more than make out here since they were in front of everyone. Fuck, but he was hard with Rik's hand caressing his crotch. The Dane was so trashed he wasn't even caring that other people were watching. It was hot but Billy wasn't about to drop his pants right in front of his band mates and the others. Biting Rik's ear, he rasped;

"Not here, smukke. Everyone is watching. How about we go to the bathroom?"

Surely, no one would follow them there?

Mick slid his arms around Ziggy's waist the Anthean climbed into his lap. This is what he wanted. Looking up with heavy-lidded eyes, the blond licked his lips and bucked up slightly with a half-erection between his legs. Did he want Ziggy? Fuck yes. It seemed the environment had shifted from crazy to everyone becoming horny due to booze and rising sexual tension. The guitarist's fingers slowly caressing over his lover's pouch as he ground upwards.

Aarne could feel the want in how Joe was touching him. The bassist was hot and all too eager and the drummer loved every moment of it. He slid his hands all the way down Joe's body to his waist and started pushing off whatever he's wearing on the top.

"You want a fuck pretty boy?" Aarne asks before kissing and then nipping Joe beneath the ear, partially to just bury his face in all that hair.

Vars laughed as Viktor started to push on his arm. The bassist locking his arm in place, not pushing just resisting. Tapping his empty glass on the table he got it refilled while the singer tried to wrestle his arm down. "Thought you strong but you're like a child."

Vars is of course working hard to keep his arm upright. The taunts there just to infuriate the singer. He'd noticed the man's pride and love of winning.

Rik was getting drunker as they sat there. All the booze he had chugged down starting to hit his system. Rik gasped at the nip to his ear and flushed red while his hips pushed up.

"Let's go." Rik was ready for anything and wanted Billy to fuck him senseless. With such a posh bar there was probably a lounge between the outer doors and the bathroom with a nice couch. The Dane wasn't even thinking about that. All that was on his mind was Billy stripping him down.

Ziggy rocked his hips in Mick's lap, moaning at the caress across his abdomen. Taking a ragged breath he whispered to Mick. "If you get in my lap, like I'm in yours, you could get more than your fingers in me."

The wild energy in the room and the rising lust hit Ziggy driving his breath to start panting. His empathy broadcastng loudly as Mick bucked under him.

Joe laughed when he felt those fingers tug at his shirt, helping the Fin pull his t-shirt up over his head, revealing his tattooed arms and toned chest. Pulling Aarne into a passionate kiss, he was then breaking off and reaching for a bottle of Jack, swigging half the bottle before wiping his mouth.

"Do you, sexy? Show me what you've got. Strip."

It was an obvious goad, since Joe was a trashfire and he wanted to see Aarne strip behind the bar. He was surely trashed enough to want to do it. That and he was horny as fuck just like Joe.

Viktor frowned and shook some of his hair out of his face as he arm wrestled Vars. The man was strong but the punk wasn't going to give up. Fuck, was he. He steeled himself as he aimed to push on his opponent's arm, whilst using his spare to snatch a bottle of vodka, downing some in large gulps. If Vars could drink and arm wrestle so could Viktor.

"I'm no fucking child."

Billy erupted in an amused giggle as Rik actually wanted to go along with his idea of a bathroom fuck. It was sexy and the Brit wanted it. He wanted his Dane naked and pressed against the cool bathroom tiles. That, or they could fuck on a soft couch if there was one inside the luxury bathroom.

"I want that ass of yours, smukke."

Squeezing it gently, Billy the slid his hand into Rik's as they walked into the restroom, not caring who saw them. Everyone was pretty much drunk so who cared. As soon as they entered the bathroom, Billy pushed Rik against the wall and started kissing him passionately, fiddling with his jeans belt.

In the corner Mick was horny as fuck as he kissed and nibbled Ziggy's lips. Shifting, he then slowly moved so that it was him in his girlfriend's lap. Groaning with a raging hard-on the blond pulled down his pants and slipped them past his ankles onto the floor. He was now just left in his black boxer shorts which were outlining his hard cock.

"I want you, love."

He pressed another kiss to Ziggy's lips and caressed his fingers over his lover's pouch once more. The panting just wound Mick up even more, as he slipped his boxers down and was now naked, since he was shirtless to begin with. Did he care? Nope. He was trashed and horny.

Rik almost tripped when Billy grabbed his ass, from the shock and the pleasure of it. Taking the Brit's hand he follows him right into the restroom lounge. Moaning, he shoved his hips into his lover and reached down to start undoing Billy's pants.

"I want you, kæreste." the Dane purred into his lover's ear.

That trip got Billy giggling as they entered the restroom lounge just pleased to get out of the public eye as Rik set to undoing his lover's pants. The Brit wanted out of his clothes fast so assisted the Dane in fumbling his own fingers around the zippers and buttons, quickly sliding his pants down his legs.

"I want you too, smukke. I don't know what you said but it sounds hot."

Every word of Danish that spilled from Rik's lips was hot to Billy, whatever it might be. Pushing the taller man back against the tiles, he stole a kiss to Rik's lips, whilst groaning with pleasure when his clothed cock rubbed against his lover's thigh. Fuck, was he hard.

"It..." Rik couldn't answer, cut off by the moan when his back came in contact with the wall. He pressed into that kiss with complete abandon. He's way too drunk and horny to think about anything else.

"In English.. ummm... Fuck, take the rest of this off." Rik starts pushing at anything else Billy still has on. "...uh... Loverboy?" He manages between panted breaths and biting on Billy's neck. The aching need for their bare skin to be pressed together turning the breaths to little gasps.

"In English....ummm....fuck, take the rest of this off?"

Billy just snorted in amusement at Rik's obvious arousal and need. Was the Brit teasing the Dane a little? Oh yes. It was only lightly since they were both as horny as one another, perhaps Rik more but Billy was fine with this. His fingers worked on the rest of his lover's clothes, pulling off layers, sliding belts through pants loops and shoving things down.

"Loverboy?"

That got another giggle out of the Brit, who was now naked, having divulged himself of his layers and was once again pushing Rik against the cool tiles. Loverboy? That just sounded cute.

"I want to fuck you, smukke."

Rik started laughing at the tease but he's also trying to help Billy get the rest of their clothes off.

"Kæreste" Rik repeats as they are tossing things off. "Loverboy."

Rik moaned when Billy pushed him back, bucking his hips into his lover. Uncomfortably hard and drunkenly horny, he starts pulling the other guitarist toward the couch. He slowly lets his hand slip away and lays out on the couch stretching, inviting and giving the Brit a nice look at all his pale skin.

"Loverboy? Is that going to be my nickname forever now? You're smukke then."

It was only because that was the only Danish Billy knew which was associated with the word lover or boyfriend. It suited him and that's what mattered. Just staring at the Dane's pale body spread out on the couch caused the Brit to swallow thickly. Rik was so handsome.

"You fucking handsome, string plucker you."

Giggling, Billy was very aroused, his cock jutting up between his legs all swollen and hot. Moving to slid his body over Rik's, he began straddling that lithe waist, kissing the Dane's lips, biting the lower one and rubbing his cock against his lover's thigh.

"Måske" Rik teased with the biggest drunken grin.

He let his eyes drift over Billy, slow and hungry. Rik could keep his feelings quiet when he was sober but drunk, he's like an open book.

"You're not half bad yourself but you're too far away." Rik reaches up and tugs at Billy's leg, giggling as the Brit straddles him. The instant reaction is for his hips to press up against his lover. The touch of their bare skin together drawing moans from Rik.

"Lad mig ikke vente." Rik whispers against Billy's lips as his arms wrap around his lover's torso. He feels on fire, tingly from the drink and so aroused his pale skin is starting to flush.

"I can't understand you, smukke."

Billy laughed softly and leant down to kiss Rik's lips in a hungry kiss while still straddling the Dane's torso. It seemed his eager lover couldn't wait or didn't want to. He might be smashed but Billy could tell Rik wanted sex, just by the way he looked and spoke. It was all about urgency.

"We need some lube."

Getting off Rik, Billy moved to his jacket pocket and pulled out some lube. Banana flavour. Why yes the Brit has flavoured lube. Fruity style.

"Get on your back, mate. I want to lube your hole up nice and slick."

He playfully tickled Rik's belly as he then uncorked the lube bottle, lathering some onto his long fingers. It smelt nice and sweet.

"Måske, means maybe." Rik mentions but the kiss distracted all the other thoughts. He wanted his lover desperately. There's a pout when Billy pulls away. God he wants the Brit and didn't care if he had lube or not.

Rik laid out and moaned but was soon squealing from being tickled and almost kicked Billy right off the couch. He could smell the fruitiness already though his mind is else. The Dane let his legs spread with one off the edge of the couch, wide spread and waiting for his partner to come back.

"Lad mig ikke vente." Rik told him again, gasping his shallow breaths. "Umm.. stop making me wait." The Dane is getting impatient mostly because he's drunk and out of control.

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"Maybe? Ok. I know you want me cock, Fluffy."

Billy using one of the other nicknames he had for his Dane, just as he leant close to Rik's lips, pushing his own against them, biting the lower lip as he pulled away to lube his aroused lover up. A long finger slipped between the Dane's legs, as he pushed past the tight ring to slip inside, gently easing the digit in before adding another then a third. A quick finger fuck and Rik was now ready for cock.

"Take a deep breath, mate. You'll love this."

The Brit gently slid his body in between Rik's legs and then shoved his cock head into the tight hole, gasping as he slid himself fully inside. Moaning and then gasping aloud, Billy gritted his teeth slightly, since Rik was still quite tight.

"Fuck! You feel so good---"

He kissed Rik passionately once more on the lips, sliding his hot aroused body against the taller man's as he began to fuck the Dane's tight ass.

There was no denying that he wanted the Brit. The kiss gets a breathless gasp and the Dane panting. Instinctively his legs spread farther to let that hand slip between his legs. He moaned at the first penetration. The Dane started bucking into those fingers, desperate for a fuck.

Rik grabbed at Billy as he pushed into his ass. His breath stopped for those first tight thrusts and then it came out as a long moan. The Dane wraps his leg around his Brit lover and lays his head back.

"I've wanted you all night." The words barely getting out before his mouth is covered by guitarist's lips. Drunk and lusty, his body rocks in time with Billy, trying to shove his cock in deeper with each push.

"I know you have you dirty boy."

Billy giggled then a long drawn out moan ripped from his lips as he began to fuck his Dane with earnest. Hard panted gasps and soft whimpers now filled the bathroom as the Brit slid his hot, aroused body against Rik's. Oh, fuck it felt good. Even though both men were trashed, Rik being more so, the fuck felt amazing.

"You're trashed but still so fucking sexy---ahh!-"

Billy bit down onto Rik's shoulder not too hard but enough to leave a mark for the morning. His hips snapping up and his cock pushing in deep, throbbing hard with each movement. Hands coming up to tangle into that luscious thick hair.

The moans from the Dane keep getting louder with every thrust, head pressed back and mouth open. Hands on Billy's ass, he starts tugging at the other guitarist's hips.

"Harder. Fuck! Vær venlig!"

Rik slipped into Danish as Billy shoved him open over and over. The sweat was starting to bead up on his flushed skin. The bite got a startled cry out of the Dane who slid his hands up to Billy's upper back and curled into his chest. His lover's furry chest tickled and he started giggling between the panted breaths. It left the Dane moaning the Brit's name into his chest. Rik's so drunk and horny that Billy's already driving him to near orgasm.

"You want it harder?"

Billy laughed at that in between gasps and panted breaths as he began fucking his Dane harder and giving his lover what he wanted. Pounding that tight ass and moaning loudly since it felt so good. The giggling between panted breaths was cute too since Billy loved hearing Rik's noises of pleasure. The Brit's hands just massaging along Rik's arms, loving the feel of the younger man under him as he whimpered and could feel his climax near with every snap of his hips.

"I'm close---ahhh, Rik---"

He could feel his muscles begin to clench along his inner thighs and down his back as he thrusted harder, grunting and panting.

"Billy.. I.. " Rik isn't sober enough nor has he enough breath to get words out so he's yanking at his Brit. Pulling him in for a kiss and closeness, Rik might be scratching the hell out of him in the process. There's almost pain but he's so close that he doesn't notice or care. Breaths are coming fast and panted through clenched teeth.

The Dane doesn't usually scream with his orgasm but the pounding he's getting, and the fact that his heart is thumping so fast is as much falling in love as exertion, pulls one from the younger guitarist. His whole insides feel like they're quaking as he rides out the orgasm while burying his face into Billy's shoulder. His lips gently pressing between ragged breaths.

"Rik---"

Billy could barely get the breath out as he came hard up Rik's tight ass, loving the scream that got pulled from the Dane. The Brit keened and arched up in pleasure as his cock throbbed and spasmed deep inside his tall lover, shooting it's hot, sticky load deep. Another bite to the Dane's shoulder and Billy near collapsed onto Rik, gasping and moaning loudly, not caring who heard or who might walk in. The scratches felt so good against his hot, heated skin.

Rik's scratches.

"Oh---smukke....fuck----you feel so good."

The Brit gasped and pressed a fierce kiss to Rik's lips, managing to not completely collapse onto the Dane. He buried his face in that big hair, groaning.

Rik wrapped his arms and legs around Billy, panting and trying to catch his breath. His hair was a disaster and he could barely see with it everywhere. A long groan of satisfaction escapes as Rik nuzzles against the side of Billy's head.

"Mmmm....I want more but ... after I rest." Rik smiled and kissed wherever he could. His breath so ragged as he tried to calm down. Billy was fucking perfect. Everything about him was perfect and it terrified the Dane.

Billy helped push some of Rik's hair out of the way after their amazing fuck. He peppered soft kisses along the Dane's neck and cuddled close, allowing his body just to press against his lover's one. Sighing softly, he didn't care if someone walked in and saw them because he loved Rik and that's all that mattered right now.

"You need to rest, mate. We've all drunk too much but this---it was worth it."

The Brit could feel the booze make his vision haze a little but the sex felt so good. He'd be perfectly happy just snuggled here with Rik, kissing and touching his warm skin.

Rik sighed at those kisses to his neck but the pressure from h is lover's weight gets a moan from the Dane. Billy's weight felt amazing on his body and he stretched under him. The fuck definitely felt amazing.

"I need you too." Rik laughs, drunk still and now feeling high from sex. His hands drifted down Billy's back, stroking him gently. Oh was this perfect.

The back stroking felt good and he wondered if they shouldn't just go back to the party or stay here in the bathroom. It wasn't the most comfortable place and people could walk in at anytime. That, or they could go back to the hotel to have more sex. Billy wanted to leave the decision up to Rik.

"Want to stay here, smukke? Or should we head back into the party? That, or we could get back to our room and fuck more."

Decisions.

Rik is smashed and just smiles up at Billy drunkenly. He had drank too much or to make any decisions really. He was happy to just lay here and wiggle under the Brit.

"I don't want to move." He wrapped his arms a little more tightly around Billy and snuggled into his neck. He's drunk enough to stay here until he was asleep.

If Rik was too drunk to move then Billy wouldn't force him to get up or go anywhere. The limo was still parked up outside the bar wasn't it? That guy Robert was Stardust's chauffeur. The Brit was tired too, drunk, but not as smashed as his poor Dane was currently.

"We don't have to go anywhere, mate. Let's sleep here. Everyone else is smashed so it doesn't matter."

Pulling Rik close to him, Billy snuggled into that thick mane of fluffy hair and sighed in contentment. Sleeping here with his Dane sounded perfect.

"You're nice and warm." Rik snuggled into the Brit and wrapped his arms around him. This felt good, oh so good.

"Good night, smukke."

Vars laughed at Viktor as he struggled. Sure the punk's arm was shaking with the effort because the Brit was inherently stronger but Vars has stamina from all the work he did on cars and motorcycles.

"You not strong as a man." He kept on taunting, loving the way he could see the words riling the other man up as they struggled against each other.

Viktor was enjoying the show of strength from Vars, as both punks aimed to beat one another. Would it be a stalemate? The Norwegian was shorter but that didn't make him any less stronger than the Brit. The insults though? Viktor had to try and shake them off as he knew any weakness could cause him to lose.

"You're a pussy. Do you like it rough up the ass?"

It was a playful goad but one with serious sexual connotations as he wondered what Vars' sexual preferences were. Did he even like guys the way Viktor did? Pushing against the arm with firm strength, the Brit smirked.

It's true that the Norwegian's arm is starting to shake but force of will is keeping it from moving anywhere despite the pain.

"Like you long haired pretty boys." Vars dealt the insults right back, smirking with a half smile. "You have pussy in pants to match your girl arms?"

Vars loved to insult others but usually it was more to fuck with people than anything meaningful or serious. He's teasing more and more as they struggle, enjoying that the Brit isn't giving up.

The shake was noticeable and Viktor was smirking but he could see the Norwegian not giving up. His words just causing a snort to erupt from Viktor's lips. Fuck, did he have a pussy in his pants!

"Long hair is good on a bloke these days. Not like you, pin cushion head."

It was a playful jibe as Viktor aimed to push his opponent's arm down towards the table. He had guts and this pleased the singer. Hunter's lot weren't a bad bunch really even if they did have a man Barbie as a band leader. Keeping his eyes locked on Vars, Viktor wasn't going to give up.

"Your band leader has a fucking pussy. He's a man Barbie."

Vars starts laughing. "Punk hair isn't for a soft girl face like yours." He was quickly picking up on Viktor's ruffling over his masculinity being poked at. "Still. You had your hands on it."

"I heard he still has balls to slap your mouth." Vars had heard all about Rik and Viktor going at it and Hunter just strolling up to bitch slap the punk.

Edited 2021-04-09 15:03 (UTC)

"Oh yeah? My face is pretty fucking masculine, you blond wanker."

Viktor was laughing at the Fin's comments because they were just totally untrue. It was all about putting the Brit off from his game and the singer knew this. Taunting Viktor would make him lose his cool and the arm wrestle. It was true though. He did have his hands it it.

"I'm surprised he's got any balls under all that make-up and leopard print he wears. The bloke is a fucking queen."

A strong push from the punk as he tried to gain ground on Vars, offering him a smirk.

Vars laughs. "No. You the one wanking. Told us all in the car pretty boy all alone at night. Need a girl get you something other than your hand."

Vars really did see Ziggy as a woman. The bassist could see it, that despite being a male he wanted to be a lady and the Norwegian was just fine with that. Vars downed his drink and patted the Brit roughly on the cheek. He's warming up to him and growing fond of how defensive he gets.

"You and I get along the world just fine." Vars tells Viktor. "The femmes deal with shit from fuck mouths all day."

He's very serious as he resists the stronger push from the Brit. "The other three, my bandmates, always some drittsekk bastard gotten something to say or trying to bust them up. They get the claws out and break a man in the balls. You got from the little one few days back."

He'd seen the other three turn on people like vipers and if they all three came down on someone it was a sight to see.

It was true. Viktor was the one wanking here, or jerking off, whatever. He was the odd one out without a partner aside from Zack and Joe, of course. Billy had his Dane and the other bands had their partners. Being lonely fucking sucked though and the punk yearned for company at times when he was laying in bed just drinking vodka wondering what else to do.

"Yeah? You reckon we could set the world on fire? In a fucking epic way of course."

Viktor was a pyromaniac and most knew this. Vars had probably realised that now and so far the Brit hadn't set the fire alarm off in the hotel which was an achievement. Yet. No doubt Tom would burst out of his room at stupid O'clock cursing at the punk who set his room alight pissing around making home made molotov cocktails.

"Break a man in the balls? I love doing that too, mate. We could punch some shit out of the fuckers that insult our mates. Hunter has a mean slap too."

The punk's face stang after the Swede slapped him hard. Fuck, it hurt but like hell was he going to admit that he was in pain by Hunter. Pushing with his shoulder strength, Viktor wondered how determined Vars was in this arm wrestle. The Brit wanted to wrestle soon.

"I got fire in here." Vars patted his own chest over his heart. "I don't need bottle with wick to set the world on fire."

The Norwegian was fiery and stubborn, as Viktor was learning while trying to get him to submit in arm wrestling. Vars is tiring slowly but he's managing to keep that shaky arm upright for now. His grip on the Brit's hand starts to tighten down, almost painfully.

"Eh... teaches the fuckers they need protecting because girly are weak." Vars looked over at the trashfire Aarne and Joe are turning into behind the bar. "I bust anyone pulling a weapon but let them take the fuckers down coming with fists. Fun insulting them getting kicked by someone they think weak."

While he seemed like a simple punk, Vars thought a lot about giving the others space to back people down who turned on them for looking like women. His eyes go back to the punk across from him. "Taught you not mess with the Dane no more. Works to keep them safe."

There wasn't any insult this time, just honesty about what was best for his bandmates. If Vars had thrashed Viktor for Rik he might still mess with the Dane. Now, in Vars' mind, Viktor knew the Dane would bust him in the mouth AND Hunter and the others would join in if he acted out. It made it safer faster.

"Yeah? I've got fire in here too."

Viktor slapped his chest with his free hand and smirked. So Vars had fire inside did he? This pleased the Brit, who kept up with the pressure of the arm, which was strong. The Norwegian had spunk and Viktor liked this about the other punk. He wasn't like the girly men in Hunter's band. He was more masculine and definitely Viktor's type.

"If you're wanting to bust some fucker's balls then I'm in for that too. Anyone taking a pop at Billy, Joe or Zack? They get punched and kicked. Also grabbed and thrown to the ground. I once threw a bloke across the floor like a fucking rag doll because he insulted Zack."

Poor Zack being called girly or some other shit like that. No one insulted his band members. Glancing up at Vars, Viktor moved closer so that his knees were near touching the bassist's underneath the table.

"Do you like to wrestle, Vars?"

"I don't play pussy boy when someone pops my bandmates." Vars slapped an open switchblade down on the table beside where their arms were locked together then picks up his drink. It's old and worn but the blade looks like a razor. Vars might take a swing but if someone hit his bandmates he was highly likely to knife someone. He didn't go for kills, just pain. Places that would make a bastard think twice in the future.

Downing the last of his drink he looked over at the singer and laughed. "Can't win at the table? Want to try lose more?"

He's taunting now, teasing the other man and just smirks with a mischievous look. "Maybe pretty boy wants me to pin him and pull his hair? hmm?"

The way Viktor keeps trying to win is hot as is the fluster because he can't. Vars wouldn't mind doing something else before his arm gives out. He doesn't want to lose, especially not now.

"Nor do I. Fuck do I. I'll fucking burn someone's ass if they piss about with any of my band mates. Nice knife. I've got my own one too."

He reached into the back of his jeans pocket and slapped down his own flick knife. It wasn't as old and worn as Vars' one was but it was still decent enough to cause damage. The Brit snorted in amusement and then shook his head, laughing softly. Was he about to give up? Of course not since he was winning. He could see and feel the bassist's arm begin to buckle, even if Vars didn't want to admit it.

"I was winning, mate. You want to pull my hair, you kinky fuck?"

That got a loud laugh out of the Brit who pocketed his knife once more and then stood up, grabbing the bassist by his shoulders and pulling him over the table, slamming him down with his back against the wood as Viktor jumped up and performed a wrestling move, landing with his full body on top of Vars. Of course there was an almighty crack as the table gave way and snapped almost in two, with bits flying everywhere. Laughing, Viktor straddled Vars' waist and got the Norwegian into a headlock, or was trying to.

"You like it rough, you Norwegian hedgehog?"

This was foreplay. Sort of.

Vars isn't about to admit that he killed people in the past. He's not sure how anyone outside of his own band might react so he lets it go and laughs. "Will or do, pretty boy?"

He's testing the water now to see how much of Viktor's talk is for show. The Brit was right. He would never admit he was losing. Vars wouldn't admit anything until he actually lost and that hadn't happened yet. The Brit deserved to have his hair pulled and the Norwegian might very well like it.

He doesn't have time to say anything though before he's being yanked on to the table. All he does is laugh at the singer, even when he jumps on him. The only think that stifles the loud laughter is when the table breaks and a second passes where Vars has the wind knocked out of him from the impact.

"I bet you do." Vars continues to laugh as he shoves Viktor's arm away to avoid the headlock. His other hand coming up and grabbing nearly all of the hair at the back of Viktor's head. One hard, swift pull and the Brit is coming off to find himself on his back in the wreckage of the table. Vars putting his weight into making sure the taller man stays down. Being stockier had some advantages on the ground that he wasn't above taking advantage of while they struggled. He's definitely working to pin the Brit and he would agree that this is getting to feel like foreplay.

Even if he did admit to killing people, Viktor would just shrug and think Vars was a tough guy for doing so. They were both punks and sometimes things got dangerous when others carried knives and fire was involved. At least this was the life Viktor had known ever since being expelled from school. He was a drop out and a delinquent. The phrase being used a lot by his parents over the years.

Laughing, the Brit felt the Norwegian grab a load of his hair and pull. Fuck, that stang but Viktor loved it. Rough foreplay like this really got him going as he growled and then bite down roughly on Var's collarbone, aiming for a knee kick to the other man's solar plexus. Wrestling with some dirty fighting thrown in.

"Like it rough, do you?"

Grunting with effort, Viktor grabbed hold of Var's hands in his thrusting them back behind his head, aiming to pin the man's arms above his head. It was all very sexual and everyone could see what was going on.

Vars is just laughing at all of this. He liked to rough house, really most of the Hammers did. Usually Vars or Rik started it too, though this was getting to be a different type of wrestling than he did with his bandmates. The sound from the bite is definitely not one if pain. To the Norwegian it felt good and he knew this wasn't a serious fight.

"You do." Vars accuses with a smirk. One hand is easy to pin the other though, he still has a handful of Viktor's hair and Vars isn't letting go. As the Brit yanks on his hand it will inevitably pull his hair. As the pull brought Viktor's face up Vars bit his lower lip, not enough to do damage but definitely enough to make it hurt.

Viktor growled at the hair pulling since it was burning and stang but at the same time he was loving the pain. Not wanting to give in the Brit felt the bite to his lower lip. Fuck! That felt good. So good that Viktor was now offering Vars a full on kiss with tongue included.

He was kissing him.

Breaking off the fierce kiss, the singer laughed and then tried to pull off Vars' hand from his hair. If that didn't work then he'd resort to another dirty tactic. Tickling. Slightly girly but he knew it might ease off the pressure to his hair and he could feel some of the strands break off from his scalp. Not that it bothered him. This was fun.

"You fucking horny bastard. You want to kiss me?"

Viktor smirked then used a fist to punch Vars in the guts then use his fingers to tickle underneath the Norwegian's exposed armpit.

Vars used his grip on the Brit's hair to hold him in that kiss. He didn't care if any of the others saw. He's almost disappointed that that it ends.

"You not stopping me." Vars tossed back in a taunting tone. If they both ended up banged up from this he wouldn't care. Bruises and wounds were part of his reputation in some circles though everyone assumed it was always real fights and nothing like this.

The action does get a laugh but not from tickling. "I'm not the Dane."

Vars wasn't all that ticklish though he does let go of Viktor's hair, if only to grab his throat and slam him back into the floor. The wrestling starting to get to the Norwegian as he leans into a lip crushing kiss and tries to maneuver on top of the Brit.

"You ever taken a cock before, spiky?"

It was an obvious flirtatious goad on Viktor's part since he wondered if Vars had ever slept with a man before. If he had then presumably it was with a strong person who liked it rough judging by the bassist's behaviour so far. The Brit laughed at the comment about harp boy and just shook his head.

"I know full fucking well that you're not harp boy."

Then he felt the crushing kiss and the grab to the throat, slamming him back into the floor. The wind was nearly knocked out of the singer as he aimed to wrap both his strong thighs around Vars, hoping to roll the man over onto his back. Yet, the kissing felt too good. He wanted this. Yearned for it almost, as Viktor grabbed some of the bassist's hair, pulling what little of it he could grab hold of.

"Not for a girly boy like you." Vars was taunting but the truth is he was more comfortable being the top and would fight for it. The flirting though had the drunken bassist grinning, lopsided and looking like a troublemaker. "Do you let men take you for a ride?"

He's definitely interested in fucking Viktor now that they are fighting with each other. Vars let go of Viktor's throat to get a hand on the ground and keep himself upright. The Brit felt good under him and he didn't want to give that up. The pull of hair got a breathless laugh and the bassist looked down at the singer still under him. He couldn't resist leaning down to bite the thick muscle of Viktor's bare shoulder, another hard bite and then a kiss up under his ear. If Viktor wanted the Norwegian's attention, he has all of it now.

"Girly boy? Fuck off am I! No one takes me for a fucking ride, you cockhead."

Viktor growled and then laughed loudly as he tried to shove the Norwegian off. Fuck, he was a lump! Yet, it did feel good having the other punk pinning him like this yet he would never admit such a weakness as that. Girls went on the bottom. That bite though---that had the Brit punk gasping and then growling louder.

"You animal---you like it rough, I'll give you rough."

The singer keened and then went to lean up to pull Var's head down by grabbing some of his short head, yanking his head down to bite the bassist earlobe. Viktor then bucked up and tried to head-butt Vars in the chest.

"You stay down." Vars spoke quietly and out of breath, but not from struggling. While he will tease Viktor out loud some things are private. The Brit has Vars laughing as he continues to try and unseat the Norwegian from the upper hand.

That yank of hair cut the laughter off with a loud gasp. The bite felt even better and he ignored the headbutt.

"Giving me love bites, pretty boy?" Vars taunted. The headbutt did take his breath for a second but he gabbed Viktor at the jawline and took another kiss as he moved to completely straddle the pinned Brit.

"I stay down? Yeah, because you're fucking sat on me you knob head."

The singer kept his hand firmly in Vars' hair as he pulled on it once more, aiming to bite along the Norwegian's neck. If he wanted "love bites" then Viktor would give him some. He wanted to mark the shorter punk and show him that he was no pussy. The kiss though----that got Viktor smirking and enjoying it. The straddling got the Brit riled up even more as he aimed another headbutt at Vars' chest. Was it arousing? Fuck yes.

Grabbing a nearby vodka bottle, he pulled the top off with his teeth, spat it away and downed some of the contents. This was with his free hand since the other was in Vars hair, pulling at the spikes.

"I like it." Vars snarls at him with a broad grin. This is fun and it is maddeningly erotic.

The hair pulling rolls thr punk's eyes closed but his hips buck against Viktor's waist. He can't stop it because he wants the Brit. Though, not here in the middle of the floor.

Vars grabbed the bottle from Viktor as he pulled it away from his mouth and took a long drink before putting it aside. The hungry feeling of lust is burning hot but he's not like his bandmates who will fuck in public.

Setting the bottle aside he tangled his fingers into the ends of Viktor's hair. It was so soft and had him grinning. "Pretty boy should come to my bed and not spend night yanking himself?"

Vars is through with dancing around the subject. The way the Brit reacted to every kiss said more than his words. It's a blunt, open offer and from the look that comes with it an admission that he thought the Brit was attractive.

Edited 2021-04-26 22:38 (UTC)

"You like sitting on me? Maybe you'd like to sit in my lap, you horny Norwegian wanker."

Viktor was laughing now as he was enjoying himself just playing rough and tumble with the Norwegian. Both both men knew this was far more than a simple wrestling competition. It was a battle for sexual dominance and Vars seemed to be winning so far. Was the Brit letting the bassist dominate him? Perhaps. Yet, fuck would he admit that.

The fingers in the hair pulled a rather embarrassing noise from the singer, who grunted and enjoyed having his long strands yanked on. Did Vars have a kink for that? Who knew. Viktor just stared up at the other man and growled.

"Pretty boy? If anyone's the pretty boy it's you, shorty. I'm bigger than you. Like fuck do I spend the night yanking myself."

Was Viktor pretty? Maybe. Sadly, it was true what Vars was saying. Viktor did spend a lot of time alone jerking off. Now, he could have some company. Was the Norwegian outright flirting? It sounded like it.

"You want to fuck me, Spiky?"

Vars was aware of why they were still on the ground and why his breath was becoming so shallow. Any other friendly wrestling match would have ended already and they would be on their feet laughing and drinking at the bar.

"Not sitting but pinning pretty boy on floor."

He's watching the other punk, uncertain if he's buckling or if this is a ploy to get the upper hand. Either way, those noises get a ragged, growled breath from the bassist. He loves to pull hair but this is more driven by arousal. The longer they pushed at each other to prove who was dominant, the hotter Viktor looked to Vars. All the stubborn refusal and insults bringing a smile to the Norwegian's face rather than annoying him like it could others.

"Shorter but bigger in right places." Vars laughs at the obvious lie and leans down to kiss Viktor again, rough and biting. It might draw blood as he bit down on the Brit's lip. He's not as trashy as his bandmates or he'd be ripping off Viktor's pants on the floor instead of toying with the Brit. Vars is conscious of Viktor's ego too. He doesn't want the punk to look weak in public, behind closed doors might be different.

"Come back to hotel and have drink. We see if you have better time in my bed than last night in yours." Vars isn't only flirting, it's an outright offer. While Vars would never give up his dominance, he has no problem admitting what he wants.

"Is that what you call this? Sitting on pretty boy on floor?"

Viktor just laughed and slid his hand up Var's chest to then slap at the Norwegian's face lightly, just as a test. He rarely slapped since that was for girls and punching was more manly, yet he couldn't resist. The Brit wanted to test the bassist to see what he liked and what pushed him too far. He was fucking heavy though. Not that it bothered Viktor since the weight felt nice.

"Oh yeah? Are you telling me you've got a big cock, mate? Prove it."

Was Viktor egging Vars on? Maybe. That, or he wanted to see the man's cock for himself so he could measure it against his own. Lots of blokes did that especially masculine punk ones. Another growl and Viktor aimed a bit to Var's shoulder, hoping for his teeth to make a mark even through the fabric.

"Fine. Let's go, spiky. There are too many fucking voyeurs here anyway. Stardust's old man and his posh table up there."

His eyes glancing towards where Tom, Aletayria, Weird and Gloria were sat.

"You are pretty boy." Vars isn't bothered by the slap and gives one back to the Brit, a little harder but it's more playful, like a slap you'd give to a friend for being stupid.

"Brit going lose more." Vars laughs at Viktor, teasingly and there's a sense that his aggression is becoming more and more playful and flirtatious by the minute. The bite feels good and forces Vars' eyes closed for a moment.

"Take Stardust's limo." Vars glances over and gives Viktor a shove in the chest as he stands up to go and talk to Robert. They needed a ride back because he wasn't fucking walking.

"Is that my nickname now? Pretty boy? You might want to save that for your man Barbie singer."

Viktor laughed at the slap and pushed himself up off the floor and dusted himself down, walking over the broken pieces of wood which used to be a table. How much more furniture would they smash tonight? Punching Vars on the shoulder, Viktor liked the idea of borrowing Stardust's limo because one glance over to the dark corner told the singer that Ziggy was too busy right now getting stuffed with Blondie's cock.

"Let's go, mate."

Before leaving, Viktor grabbed some bottles of vodka from the bar and passed one to Vars so they had something to drink back to the hotel. No way would they ride getting sobered up. That would fucking suck.

Vars laughs and shakes his head. "Hunter has girly man to give him names."

There's something hidden in how Vars is talking about it. Pretty boy wasn't Vars giving a nickname so much as it was a statement of finding the Brit attractive, and it seemed to piss him off which made it even better.

Vars turns around and gives Viktor a shoulder punch in return. Robert was collecting himself and already walking toward the elevator. Vars takes one of the bottles so he can immediately open it. All the wrestling around had made him thirsty. He's drinking while walking to the elevator.

"I bet they call each other kinky names in bed."

Viktor was becoming even more drunk as he drank out of the vodka bottle he stole from the bar. It seemed the Brit wasn't the only one who was thirsty after their little wrestling match on the bar floor. The Norwegian was fucking hot and Viktor could see that, not that he would admit to anything like that. This was still a dominance battle to him.

Stardust's driver was a decent bloke to take them back to the hotel. The limo wasn't bad either since it was fucking huge inside and had it's own booze, except that all got drank by the greedy bastards getting to the bar. Still, they had vodka and Viktor knew Vars probably had more bottles back at his hotel room. Grabbing the other punk by the hair, he pulled Var's head back and kissed his cheek playfully. The Brit then punched the elevator button and laughed.

"Least he has person in bed to give kinky name to."

Vars gave the other punk a shove in the shoulder while he was drinking from the bottle. The dynamic between them is riling the Norwegian up in more than one way.

The laugh is echoed by the Norwegian and when the doors open he shoves Viktor headlong into the elevator. Stepping in he hits the button and then is immediately trying to pin the taller singer's back against the wall.

Robert saw that the punks were up to and turned to the stairs. There was no way in hell he was getting into an enclosed space with those two right now.

Viktor didn't answer that because he hadn't slept with anyone for months now and had just been a moody bastard about it. The truth was he just hadn't wanted to sleep with anyone since getting arrested the last time with the bike gang. Yeah, he might have fucked around a bit at clubs and bars but nothing serious. It was mostly punk girls but he preferred punk boys overall like this one.

He laughed when he felt Vars shove him headlong into the opening elevator. Stopping himself with his outstretched palms, he turned and went to grab the bassist around the waist but was now pinned against the wall.

"Fuck!--"

Viktor reached out and grabbed Vars by the hair once more pulling the bassist's head back and offering a bite to his collarbone. Dirty fighting in the elevator? Yep. A good thing Robert was now taking the stairs.

Vars wasn't quite fighting any more but he also wasn't submitting. The bite got a groan from the punk who shoved his whole body against Viktor while grabbing a handful of hair. As soon as Viktor lets go of that bite Vars pulls him into a kiss; full, aggressive with tongue and bites.

This isn't about Viktor losing at something anymore. Vars wants to fuck and Viktor is making him insane with lust by continually fighting with him.

Viktor didn't like submitting and wanted to be the man on top all the time since he didn't want to be seen as a pussy. Yet, being with Vars was different. It was like he almost wanted to submit to the bassist. A magnetic attraction? There was so much more to it.

Then, he was being pulled into a rough kiss. Fuck, yes. The Brit almost groaned at the kiss since it was aggressive just how he liked it. His hands came around to pull the Norwegian closer, shoving him up against the elevator wall, growling into the kiss and trying to dominate him. Was it erotic? Hell yes.

"You like it rough, Spiky----"

Viktor grinned and then went to press a rough kiss to Var's neck, biting just shy of his Adam's Apple.

Vars would have agreed about the animal, magnetic attraction. Viktor was under the punk's skin in such a way that he wasn't going to let up. A ragged gasp comes as Viktor pulls him in. He wants him so badly and it's starting to show. Back against the wall his pale cheeks flushing from heat.

"Eh, you too." Vars laughed as Viktor started kissing across his skin but it comes with a rough buck of Vars' hips. He's panting and getting even more aroused than he was. It feels insane, even in the drunken haze of too much booze.

Something snaps for the punk and he can't deal with it as he pulls Viktor's face to his by the hair. He just stares at the other punk's eyes for a moment, hungry and wild. Then he presses into another kiss. The elevator was totally forgotten. Who knew what the hell floor they were on.

Viktor didn't want to admit that he was getting riled up and aroused inside the elevator with Vars but he was. His skin was prickled and his breath was coming out faster than before and it wasn't just due to the rough play they were doing. He liked the punk. The Norwegian hedgehog and now it seemed they were going to start kissing or even fucking. Would that happen?

"Fuck---"

It was all Viktor could gasp out as Vars grabbed him and pressed another hungry kiss to his lips. The Brit grabbed the back of the bassist's hair and pulled his head back so he could bite at Vars' neck. Not enough to draw blood but enough to leave a visible mark. They had to get to the hotel room because this was getting more serious by the second.

"jævla det hele" Vars can't even think in English when his head is pulled back and then those bites. Vars is caught up in all of this but not so much that he misses the loud ding just before the door opens. He glances at the other punk and growls angrily. Fuck if he wanted to stop. The bassist is ready to go.

Reluctantly, he shoves Viktor away and toward the opening doors. Somewhere private was needed in a hurry, either the limo or the hotel, something. He's right behind Viktor and he's taking in the other punk's body as they move to walk out. Willpower is the only thing keeping him from tearing off his pants right here.

Viktor didn't have a clue at what Vars was saying because he didn't know any other languages aside from English. Fuck, but it sounded hot. He heard the loud ding and glanced to the now open door. Shoving the other punk out of the lift shaft, Viktor grabbed his shoulder, span him around and kissed him roughly, growling as their lips met. They had to get to the limo.

The Brit was getting horny.

Pulling away, he then smirked as he shoved Vars in the back with his hand, pushing him out towards the street where the limo was parked up. No doubt Robert was inside waiting for them.

"Let's get in the limo, Spiky. I'm not finished with you yet."

Vars wasn't expecting to be spun around so forcefully and laughed before gasping into the kiss. He managed to grab Viktor's ass roughly before he pulled away.

Robert was waiting for the punks, watching the doors for whatever disaster was coming to get in. They were already drunk and rowdy when he left them at the top of the stairs.

Vars turned laughing and grabbed Viktor's hair, dragging him through the door. "Through? Just starting pretty boy."

He spoke loudly and didn't care who the hell heard as he made for the easy to spot red limo. He still hadn't let go of the other punk's hair.

The ass grab got the Brit groaning almost as they made their way to the limo through pushing and shoving each other. Viktor loved the roughness and now he was getting his hair pulled through the door. Trying to walk whilst having his hair pulled wasn't easy as the singer tried to elbow Vars in the guts to get him to loose his grip. The Norwegian wasn't budging though.

"I'll give you pretty boy, Spiky---"

Viktor went to pull open one of the limo doors and then aimed to grip Vars around the midriff and pull him inside the car with him. Even with his hair being pulled, Viktor loved to wrestle.

Vars knew it wouldn't be easy for the taller Brit to walk while someone much shorter was dragging him by the hair. That was the point and Vars laughed at Viktor's attempts to get loose.

Being smaller had its disadvantages, one being how easy it was to be pulled off his feet by someone taller and equally strong. This did get the punk to let go because he had to get ready to brace himself. For all he knew Viktor was about to toss him again like the table.

"Put me down, bitch." The words came grouchy and with a hard fist jab to the Brit's shoulder, even if Vars was laughing at the whole situation.

"I'm not a bitch you fuck head."

Viktor was laughing because this whole thing was hot. He loved the roughness and now he was shoving Vars into the limo and barrelling into the vehicle, slamming the door behind him. He moved to jump on top of Vars on the seats, once more biting the bassist's shoulder, growling. Fuck, it was hot. Did he want to fuck the man? The Brit was shirtless, covered in a few bruises and scratch marks. He was loving it.

"You want to fuck me, hard man? Prove to me you have a big cock."

The Brit was slightly panting as he began kissing Vars roughly on the lips, biting the lower one as he finally pushed himself off the Norwegian and slammed himself back on the limo seat.

"Be my little bitch, pretty boy." Vars shot back as he was shoved into the seats. The biting was getting to him and every one of them felt like it was pushing his heartbeat faster until it was pounding in his chest. Fick the other punk was hot and Vars wanted him.

The bassist got a handful of hair and bit back in the middle of the rough kiss. It left him gasping when Viktor finally pulled away. Vars was undeterred and scooted to sit up in the seat.

"Fine." Vars snarled in response. "You take off too, prove you man enough judge what I got."

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"Is that what you want, Spiky? I don't buckle easily."

With that last comment Viktor snorted in amusement but began unbelting his jeans and unfastening his pants as he shoved them down his muscular thighs. He was left in his union flag boxers which matched his small shorts and t-shirt he often wore. Being already semi-aroused, the Brit then kicked his pants towards Vars wondering what the punk would do next.

"Afraid to show your manhood, Shortie?"

It was an obvious goad as Viktor leaned towards the champagne holder on the side of the door and pulled a bottle out, biting the cork off and chugging down a few mouthfuls. Some spilled out of his mouth and ran down his mouth and onto his chest.

"You will." Vars wasn't backing down, not after being tossed on the table. He pulled off one if his boots and threw it at Viktor while he was undressing, then slipped off the other.

"Not afraid of anything, not your tiny, girly cock." If Viktor wanted to goad, Vars would deal it back in spades. It took him a little longer to work off the belt and chains before shoving his leathers down to the floor. He has no shame, sitting there in tight black boxer briefs, completely hard. He gave Viktor a side long look while he drank from the champagne bottle. The Brit hot enough to cause the punk's cock to pulse.

"Thought punk enough to show." He snarks then slides his own briefs off. Vars has a huge scar in his thigh that shows part of the thigh muscle is gone and another long, ragged scar down the outside of his calf and knee. These were all from his bike accident.

"Like fuck will I."

Viktor offered a hard stare and a tarty smirk before putting the bottle down and then kicking off his own boots, which were still attached to his feet surprisingly. Now, his eyes were on Var's tight black boxer briefs staring at his cock but also the scars down his thigh and along the calf and knee. Shit. They looked rough. A accident? Either that or someone had taken a long knife and gutted the poor bloke's leg.

"Nice scars. Even better I get to see that cock finally."

Not bad. Even through the fabric Viktor could see it was a nice shape and had a good girth to it. The Brit sitting up to slide his boxers down his legs, offering up a nice view of his erect cock now darkened with arousal, throbbing and wanting attention. He splayed his legs and then grabbed the champagne to drink more.

He took a long look at the naked Brit beside him and his skin felt on fire from lust. His chest heaving with his breath as a moment passed of the two sitting there in the moving limo naked. The tension was too much. He's too horny and it's been too long since he had someone get this rough with him.

Vars snatched the champagne bottle out of Viktor's hands and threw it aside, maybe it shattered or spilled. Who cared? His other hand grabbed the singer's hair and yanked him into a rough kiss, biting the Brit's jawline and neck with the obvious intention of pushing him down in his back, either in the seat or on the floor.

Viktor felt the champagne bottle get snatched out of his hand and watched it smash into the door. Well, that was the end of that. Smirking up at the other punk, he then growled when he felt his hair being yanked once more. Fuck! Then he was being bitten along the jawline and pushed against the seat. The Brit grabbed hold of Vars' own short spiky hair and pulled the man's head back, aiming to get a few bites along his neck.

"Fuck!--"

It was all he could get out as he felt himself slip off the seat and onto the floor almost with the Norwegian landing on top of him. When was the last time he bottomed? A few years ago with this other rough punk boy. It wasn't often Viktor allowed anyone to top him. At least not without a fight.

He didn't resist the bites like he had before, he wanted to be bitten and he gasped loudly in response to the teeth on his skin.

Falling onto the limo floor with the glass and spiked clothing probably hurt but Vars has a one track mind right now. He wants to fuck.

"Like on back?" Vars is asking what position Viktor wants while trying to pin Viktor and get on top of him. Vars might do some bottoming but not now, Viktor was so much of a bastard that it was hot to watch him give in and submit.

Viktor didn't care about the spiked clothes or glass on the floor because he was too wrapped up in the Norwegian now currently on top of him. He was loving it all. They were naked and wrestling on the floor of Ziggy's limo. Poor Robert might have to drive around a bit before they got back to the hotel at this rate.

"Sometimes, yeah. Do you?"

The Brit pulled Vars' hair and kissed the other punk roughly on the lips before wrapping both strong legs around the shorter man's body. Fuck. His hard cock rubbing up against Var's own one creating friction, as a soft gasp slipped out of Viktor's lips as he was now uncontrollably horny. The bastard was on top of him and wasn't letting up.

"You want to fuck me here in the limo, Spiky?"

Viktor's voice came out raspy and deep, panting slightly.

"No." Which wasn't exactly true because he would rarely, but absolutely not tonight. Viktor had teased the bassist too much for him to want anything other than fully dominating the Brit and fucking him senseless.

The kissing got a deep growl from Vars as he pressed in, bucking his hips against Viktor after hearing that gasp.

Though he could only laugh breathlessly at the question. "Pretty boy wants fuck in limo."

He's slowly working his legs between Viktor's while they make out. Though he's finally seeing some cracks in the other punk. That submission only fuels his arousal. "Too much idiot, not notice until I bite you."

Vars had been watching the Brit for awhile and liked his attitude but he'd been more interested in showing off than seeing what anyone else was doing.

"I'm not pretty boy, you fucking ball sac."

Viktor knew the other punk would keep on calling him that because he seemed to like it. Did Vars get a kick out of it just because the singer had long hair? Maybe. He also loved to pull on it which Viktor also liked but fuck would he admit such things. That was a weakness. Yet, the Brit was buckling slowly but surely as the lust seeped in and took over form the rough defensiveness.

"Bite me, bitch."

Another laugh and the Brit aimed to try and pull Vars into a rough hug, as he rolled over on the limo floor, trying to land on top of the other punk. The battle for dominance was fucking hot. He was hard and aroused and this could be seen between his legs, as he rubbed himself against Vars' leg. A hand came around to rake his short nails across the Norwegian's ass cheek.

Vars gave Viktor a playful, if hard, slap on the cheek for denying he was the pretty boy. He definitely was and the words riled him up, but the bassist loved it. He pulled harder on the Brit's hair. It felt good to have his fingers in all the long hair.

Then that request had the punk smirking at the singer beneath him. Of course he was going to bite him, hard and on the collar bone. The bites getting harder now because Vars is so aroused. Though he braces his hand out against the seat to stop the rolling. The Norwegian refusing to get on his back for anything even when he gasps at the nails digging into his skin.

"No." He tells Viktor. "You stay under and take cock." Vars isn't budging. Part of it is his desire for dominance but most of it, most of it is that he's hot for the British punk and wants him desperately.

Viktor gasped at the slap and growled, wanting more of those slaps secretly. Fuck, did he want to get his ass cheeks slapped like Hunter's girly lover? Maybe. It was a kinky desire he seemed to want the other punk to perform on him. Then, he was being bitten hard. Groaning, the Brit bit Vars on his own collar bone in kind. If he thought the singer would buckle so easily he was wrong.

"You like pulling my hair don't you, Spiky? Spank me. I fucking dare you."

If he was going to take cock then he wanted Vars to be rough with him. That was hot. Viktor's nails still digging in on the soft flesh of the bassist's ass, as he bucked up and wondered if he would get his own ass spanked. It might seem weak and girly but he didn't care anymore. He wanted Vars and no one was watching this.

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Hearing the other punk gasp got a laugh from Vars. He knew that Viktor wanted things he would refuse to say out loud. The pulling on Viktor's hair slowly turned to stroking it. Slowly, his fingers wrapped back into all that long hair. If the Brit wanted spanked then he would.

"Accepted." Vars yanked Viktor into a kiss and started to sit up onto his knees, dragging the Brit right along. "I beat your ass then fuck."

Vars is laughing, though it is more playful than mocking, as he pulls Viktor up onto his knees, if the singer will let him.

The Brit liked how forceful Vars was being with his hair since he hardly allowed anyone anywhere near it. The Norwegian was an exception in this because the singer was finding it arousing being manhandled and rough housed by the bassist. Being inside the limo was even better.

"Beat me ass then fuck? Ok, Spiky. You're on. Don't be a pussy and go easy on me."

Snorting in amusement, Viktor sat up on his knees and bent over. It was a good job they weren't in anywhere public because this wouldn't be happening otherwise. The singer didn't want anyone else to know he liked being spanked. This was a special private moment between him and Vars.

"Don't tell anyone else I like this, will you? It's private between us."

There was a brief look of worry over the Brit's face because Viktor genuinely felt vulnerable and uncomfortable at that fact.

Vars was not going to go easy on him, not now. In the morning when they were both hungover and banged up he would but tonight was all about the roughness.

"Shame cane at hotel." If he had it with him he would cane the Brit's ass but for now other things would have to do. Vars pulled a little harder in his hair, biting the back of his shoulder before speaking. "Pretty boy want hand or belt?"

It was a question of likes and how rough Viktor wanted to go. The question gets a little relaxing of Vars' grip on his hair and he shakes his head.

"Not tell but bandmates know what I like. They tease but not tell anyone." Vars is serious though about Viktor's comfort. "Don't want teasing then I bust thier mouths and stop."

Vars would go toe to toe with his bandmates for Viktor's comfort. It was important to him because the more he was with Viktor, the more he wanted. The last thing he wanted was the punk to feel uncomfortable constantly.

"Cane? You've got a bloody cane back at your hotel room? You fucking kinky bastard."

Viktor just looked behind him at the other punk and smirked. Of course Vars had a cane. It seemed the sort of thing he'd be into and the Brit loved the idea of the bassist going hardcore on his ass cheeks. Perhaps once they get back to the hotel this could be a thing for the nights coming.

"Give me your hand, mate. No belt tonight. I won't mind feeling the belt or cane in your hotel room another night maybe. Kinky shit can be fun."

The singer licked his lips and then readied himself for Vars' roughness. Fuck, he wanted it. Being drunk and horny helped his mood as he was loving it so far. It could only get better from here. As for keeping this part of his sex life a secret---he was placing deep trust in the Norwegian.

"Leg not always good." Vars was talking about all those scars. He actually had to use it for what it was intended for but with the metal dowel down the middle of the wood it could be used on the punk if he wanted.

"Pretty boy spending nights in my bed?" Vars is curious if Viktor is suggesting this wasn't going to be just one night. It had been a long time since Vars had a regular lover and the other punk was tripping all those desires that made him want Viktor to stay with him.

"Hand good as belt." Vars laughed and tangled his fingers into all that soft hair. Then he licked his palm, slightly cupped his hand and gave Viktor a hard slap to the fullest part of his ass. It was the kind of smack that would leave a lingering red print and sting behind.

"You've got something wrong with your leg?"

Viktor just frowned at that but was then smirking at the bassist's words regarding their possible future sleeping arrangements. Did the singer want to spend more time with the punk? Fuck yes did he. It wasn't exactly a secret that he found Vars to be hot and rough. It turned him on that the man was aggressively attractive.

"Pretty boy? Fucking hell, mate. You're stuck on that word aren't you? What if I do want to spend more nights in your bed? I could get you laid every night and exhaust you with rough sex."

The Brit didn't have a chance to get any more words out as Vars was now slapping his naked ass cheek. Fuck! That felt good. Gasping, Viktor tried to silence his noises of pleasure but it was too late. A low groan slipped from his lips as he bit his lower lip and he was painfully hard and now pushing back a little towards the bassist.

"That all you got, Spiky? Spank me. I want it."

"Had accident and pain." He might not want to admit that much but this was intimate and close. The trust with secrets had to go both ways. Viktor with his sexual desires and Vars, his physical weakness that he never let others see.

"Name gets you and true." Vars admitted and grinned at Viktor. It wasn't only that Viktor got pissed over the name pretty boy it was also Vars saying he was hot, and fuck all was the Brit hot. "Why wait so long? Wanting you there since walked off plane when tour start but too daft notice because too busy being show off for attention."

That sound was all he needed and sent shivers through his body and a ragged breath because as much as the Brit liked it, Vars found it arousing too. Then he's challenging again and it gets him another hard slap, lower, under the curve of the ass where the skin is more sensitive. "Ever get off just spanking?"

He had a skill with this and though better with a cane or a whip he could probably manage it easily enough with his hand.

"Oh yeah? Sounds fucking rough. I've burnt myself loads of times."

That was more his fault messing around with fire when making molotovs or just setting fire to aerosols and the like. Things he shouldn't be. But then he was a pyromaniac punk and enjoyed doing it. The whole pretty boy naming thing would get someone in serious shit if their name wasn't Vars. The Norwegian had a special place in Viktor's heart already it seemed.

"If any other fucker called me pretty boy I'd smash his teeth out and set him alight."

Then, Viktor was gasping once more at the hard, lower slap. Fuck, that felt good! The Brit keened and arched, moaning louder this time. Fuck it---he couldn't stop himself from enjoying it. The whole thing was kinky as hell and he was loving it. Breathing faster, Viktor felt his long tresses fall down his shoulders and down either side of his face.

"Do it. Get me off with your hand."

"Better." Vars frows a bit about Viktor hurting himself so much but said nothing. He could intervene though and show the Brit how to manage things better or at least be there.

He pulled on Viktor's hair and leaned in. "Anyone call you pretty boy and have my fist in face."

There's a dominance and possessiveness suddenly to the Norwegian. There's no telling if this is temporary because he is so damned horny or something that would still be there in the morning. Right now though, he'd kill someone for touching Viktor. The other punk was his.

Vars shifted and got a whole handful of that hair. Fuck pulling his hair had his cock throbbing hard. It could wait though. If the punk wanted to get off Vars would accommodate. Grabbing some of the ice from the champagne bucket he got the Brit's ass cold and wet then used his teeth to pull on one of his leather gloves. He knew this was going to sting like a bitch for the Brit. Pulling harder on his hair he started hitting, hard, cupped hand and faster to keep the hits in tempo with Viktor's breath.

The Norwegian was once again pulling on the Brit punk's hair as he growled, aroused and loving how it turned him on. Only Vars could do this and Viktor wanted more of the bassist's rough touches to his body. The sentiment felt good that the other punk wanted to stand up to his new friend----lover? Whatever it was, Viktor wanted it.

"What are you doing?--"

Glancing around he noticed the ice and this caused the Brit to stare, still breathing hard from the spanking. Then Viktor felt the ice being rubbed on his warm ass cheeks. Shit---it stang!

"Ah---fuck! That stings---shit...."

Then, Vars was once again spanking his ass. Yes, he wanted this. The Brit gasped louder, whimpering almost as his head fell and his hair spilled around his face, as his hips thrust forwards on their own. His stiff cock throbbing painfully, as the singer began moaning loud and ragged. He could feel his pleasure begin to take over as he hissed and groaned.

"Want it hurt?" He laughs at the Brit. The wet and leather was going to leave such marks on his ass and he couldn't help but imagine seeing the bare assed bruises in his bed come morning.

"Trust. Make sure you feel good until you fall asleep." With how bad Vars wanted the Brit the sex was going to be rough, exhausting and just what they both seemed to want and need.

Vars twisted his hand in the long, soft hair until he was pinning the singer to the seat of the limo by his hair. He didn't stop, a few more slaps and then more ice, the sting of cold and then even more when the leather of his gloves hit the wet skin again. He felt out of his mind with want and knew it was going to get rougher. He didn't have the longest nails but he paused in the ass beating to rake them over the hot, red welted prints on the Brit's ass.

Fuck.

Everything about this was fucking hot and kinky. Viktor was growling louder now, making more lewd moaning noises from deep within his throat. He wanted the Norwegian to slap his ass with his leather gloved hands. It felt so good. The pain stang but it caused spasms of pleasure to shoot up the Brit's stiff cock. His thigh muscles were twitching and he could feel his ass cheeks were warm and stinging.

"Fuck yes!----I'm fucking close---"

The nails raking over his hot skin caused Viktor to groan and whimper, relishing the roughness which Vars was offering him. Would he come soon? Oh yes.

Those noises only got Vars hotter to the point it was getting hard to think straight. His whole body tense from want, cock hard and aching as he knelt beside the Brit in the car. He shifted his weight to press Viktor harder into the seat, pinning him roughly with his forearm which yanked harder on that handful of blonde hair.

He could barely stand the whimpering. Fuck the submissive sounds made him want to grab the punk's hips and fuck him roughly until he was screaming. Vars put his shoulders into that next smack as he leaned down to growl in Viktor's ear.

"Come so can turn around and fuck you." His voice has dropped several octaves and has a growled purr to it. Vars is out of his mind with lust as he lays into Viktor's ass with his hand. He's not going to stop, the hits coming harder and faster until the other punk got off.

Oh fuck! The punk began crying out louder, his voice nearly breaking as he felt the Norwegian spank his ass with strong rhythmic hits as he got harder and faster with each slap of his gloved hand. Viktor arched up and suddenly tensed as he leaned into the limo chair, moaning loud and coming hard.

"Fuck!---"

It was all he could rasp out as he spilled his hot cum onto the floor of the limo, gasping and panting at his release. Biting his lip until it nearly bled he groaned and then stilled his hip movement, glancing around with heavy-lidded eyes at Vars. Fuck, that was hot.

"Fucking hell....I've never been spanked like that before."

Vars lets up and lets go of Viktor's hair so he can catch his breath. The hand, so recently beating the singer's ass, is now gently stroking the red and, no doubt, stinging ass. He pressed a kiss to Viktor's low back and just behind his ear. They are warm kisses between the roughness.

"Pretty boy like hand." He whispers while he pulls off the leather gloves, then his bare hand is back on the Brit's warm ass. "Catch breath then see if like cock too."

Vars left his hand there on Viktor's back, touching lightly. After an orgasm from pain, touch and time were needed to recover. Even as horny as he is, he knows Viktor needs it. While he waits, Vars pulls out the drawer under the seat. He'd seen the others in it and there are an assortment of things; from lighters and drugs to random things, but what he is looking for is soon found... a bottle of unflavored and unscented lube left there by the crazy Fin. They'll need it. Setting it on the floor he closes the drawer and turns back to his lover.

"Want drink?" The aggression and roughness can come back when they fuck but this pause is for recovery and a show of affection from the punk.

There it went again. The word. "Pretty boy." If anyone else uttered those words then they would be facing a giant fist to their face. Viktor panted out steady breaths as he nodded and snorted in amusement. Did he like hand? Of course he fucking did. The Norwegian got him off using it.

"Yeah, let me catch my breath. That was fucking amazing---you're good with your hand. I wonder how good you are with your cock."

That would come soon enough but first he needed to rest. A drink sounded perfect right now as the Brit sat up and rested against the limo seats. They'd pretty much trashed the inside of Stardust's ride but it would be sorted for the morning. Did that Robert bloke care? Viktor didn't. He just wanted his bassist.

"I could do with some vodka."

Vars didn't even notice the inside of the limo because he is so focused on Viktor. He's panting too but it isn't from exertion. He's so fucking horny for the other punk that he has to bite his lip to hold the moans of lust from escaping as he watches him sit against the seat.

"Better than hand." He estimated because Viktor liked it rough and with how aroused he was, Vars knew he was going to tear into the other punk as soon as he was ready for it. He got Viktor a glass of vodka with ice. He knew that he usually drank it straight up but something cold would be better to help him cool down.

He offered Viktor the glass as he sat beside him, arm around his shoulder and fingers playing in his hair. It's only a moment before he starts kissing along his jaw and up under his ear. These aren't as rough as before, sensual and passionate though there is a bit of teeth in the kisses. There's no resisting it with how aroused he is, aching for Viktor to the point he growls in the kisses. Fuck! He hadn't wanted anyone this badly in a long time.

Taking the glass of vodka with ice, the Brit downed it quickly, enjoying the burn coat his dry throat. He had made a lot of noise and that had been during his ass getting smacked by the Norwegian. It was fucking hot and felt good too. Now, it seemed Vars wanted more.

"Yeah, better than hand. Fuck, you know it."

He felt the other punk play with his hair while he rested and could still feel the slight sting to his buttocks. It was a good sting though. If anyone else tried to smack his ass Viktor would have gutted them or burnt them. Vars though? He had privilege.

"You want to fuck me now, Spikey? I know you do."

Then, Vars was kissing him once more. A little less rough than before but it felt good. The Brit pulled the Norwegian close to him with his free arm, biting Vars' earlobe and growling with lust.

Vars knew there was trust and many other things at play right now. Punks didn't submit and when they did it was a show of respect. Not only did he want Viktor but that respect was why he was taking care of him right now.

"Want for days." Vars had no problem admitting that he wanted the other punk for a long time. Not that this wasn't obvious with his painfully hard cock. The bite though got a lusty gasp from Vars as he pressed in toward Viktor. He's mindlessly aroused at this point, out of his mind for the Brit. "How you want?"

He's not so pushy though that he won't let Viktor choose what was comfortable. He couldn't be sure but behavior suggested that Viktor isn't often on the bottom so comfort would be important.

Want for days? Just how long had Vars wanted the Brit punk? Ever since they met before the bar? Viktor didn't know what to make of it so decided to say nothing since he was about to get his ass pounded by the Norwegian punk. He didn't like submitting like this usually and definitely not with a girl punk but Vars---he was something special.

"How I want? You mean how do I want to be fucked? You behind me giving it to me up the ass?"

He was still a bit awkward with the whole sex thing but knew what he wanted. It was more Viktor was a little unsure of how to tell Vars what he wanted because of his insecurities and defensive tendencies. Right now was left wide open and at the other punks mercy.

"I don't do this with most people. Fuck, it's been so long since I've been fucked up the ass."

Viktor had hit Vars like a freight train, not that he would admit it, the moment he first saw the other punk. He had shoved it away for a long time because he didn't want to deal with more fall out back home and this was going to cause fall out. Fuel for his ex, no doubt, but as he sat there playing with Viktor's hair he felt the desire to tell them all to fuck off.

"Position." He clarified though he was a little grouchy over his lack of English. The tension in Viktor made it clear that he wasn't comfortable completely. He could imagine why and didn't push.

"We go slow." Vars didn't want to hurt Viktor, well not this way. Kink was completely different than not taking your time with someone. Besides, there were plenty of other ways to rough someone up while fucking them. "Long time since I date man but..."

He was just staring for a moment while trying to think of the English words; drunk and horny make this much harder than usual. ".. I think hot when first meet. Not afraid be with man strong like me."

"Slow? Yeah, sounds good to me. I've just not---been on the bottom much before."

Viktor felt vulnerable but knew Vars would try to be gentle with him even though both punks usually enjoyed roughing each other up at bars. The sex though? This was the first time the Brit was about to be fucked by his new Norwegian lover so hoped it wouldn't sting or become embarrassing or awkward.

"You've always dated girls then? I've dates lots of punk girls some boys but mostly girls. Doesn't mean I don't like cock though otherwise we wouldn't be fucking in this limo."

He smirked slightly at Vars' words. The bassist had found the singer hot first of all? It was touching and Viktor, even though bull-headed, liked that fact. The question of lube came next. Did Vars have any on him?

"You got any lube, mate?"

"Had wife." Vars says it but his eyes turn away instantly. Thinking about her still felt like razorblades inside but he shrugs it off and bottles it up well. "She left because I not abandon band."

He pushed thoughts of Trine away and looked back at Viktor with a huge smirk. "Spanking dull pretty boy's sense." He had pulled lube out of the drawer while Viktor was still dazed. "Fin hide in limo for wanting to whore for bassist."

Vars knew that Aarne had his eyes on Joe for a long time. Like Vars and Viktor it was a matter of two people feeling out of place crashing into someone just like them. He considered the situation and then bit Viktor's cheek.

"Ever fuck sitting in lap?" He asks around his still fevered breath. "Easier for man not used to cock."

"Yeah? That's fucking tough, mate. Was she hot? Still fucking wrong she abandoned you because you didn't leave your band."

Viktor just frowned at that because it made no sense. Some chick left Vars because she wanted him to leave his band? Fuck that. It was up to him, not some woman, right? The Brit didn't want to delve too much into that because it was probably tough for Vars. Women could be difficult and Viktor knew this all too well with past girlfriends.

"Let's not think about chicks tonight and be together. We're tough blokes who don't need chicks telling us what to do."

He moved closer to Vars, bringing up a hand to squeeze at the bassist's shoulder in support. It was a surprisingly loving move from the punk who often preferred violent thumps and bites to show his affection towards Vars. But knowing the guy had lost his girl and his marriage had fucked up? That was rough.

"I've never taken cock in a lap, no. Usually, I'm the one on top doing the fucking because I'm a bloke. But you're right---it would be easier for me to sit on you since I'm a near ass virgin and everything."

"She model and work in hospital."

He let out a deep breath because it hurt, still hurt years later because she, and the media, wouldn't let him be. He couldn't get away from thinking about her and it made him crazy.

He finally turned his gaze back to Viktor and reached up to give his hair a tug at the ends. "Pretty boy have better hair for pulling."

He'd rather not think about his wife, now, in the moments he had away from others and the media. Besides, he found a lot of joy in teasing Viktor because he really liked the other punk even if, up until this point, it was from afar.

"In car, sit with back to chest." He patted his own chest to make sure he was understood. It would give Viktor control of how fast they went which would be good for his comfort and might be good for his ego too. He could also bite the hell out of Viktor's shoulders and would end up with the singer's hair his face as they fucked which sounded hot as hell.

"Still bloke if take cock." He encouraged before kissing Viktor's cheek. It's a soft and sweet kiss because it felt good to have someone on his side and someone to let in past some of the walls. Then he's sliding up to sit on the seat, pulling at Viktor's hair again. Legs spread so Viktor has space between for his, and putting his painfully hard cock on full display to the other punk. "Not feel virgin if come to my bed in nights."

He has to take a deep breath as he thinks about finally getting ahold of Viktor, but even more he's looking forward to tomorrow and the next day.

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"Pretty boy again? Fuck, you do like calling me that don't you?"

Viktor just snorted in amusement and shook his head slightly because it was something Vars found cute about the Brit obviously. If anyone else called the punk that name they would be losing a few teeth at the least. Nodding to Vars' suggestion about sitting in the bassist's lap with his back touching his lover's chest, Viktor moved to sit in the Norwegian's lap. He could feel the hard cock sliding up against his back already.

"This is fucking hot, mate. We're both tough men and no one can call us otherwise. If they do I'll smash their faces in and burn them."

It was a threat he'd go through with since Viktor cared for Vars and didn't take insults lightly. Would Vars lube him first? He hoped so. There was no way he was going to take a cock dry.

"You going to lube my ass, Spiky?"

Wiggling his hips playfully on the Norwegian's lap.

His reaction got a laugh from Vars. "Like gets you pissed little but true. Pretty only mean attractive."

Vars would probably never let that name go in private so it was worth explaining that it was a tease meant to tell the other punk he was hot. Viktor's weight felt good in his lap, enough that he sucked in a ragged breath as the singer sat back. He immediately kissed the back of Viktor's shoulder.

"If not tough wouldn't be hot." Vars tells him. "Don't like men girly like your bassist."

It was true that, even though Vars had messed around with Aarne, he certainly wasn't the punk's type. Tall was but he liked men masculine.

"Eager for cock?" He teases over the wiggling and gives Viktor a slap on the side of his ass. Of course he was going to lube up his lover. This might take time and he's willing to take what was needed. He almost over lubed his fingers now that he knew Viktor was going to be so tight. The bassist starting by running his finger around the ring of muscle but all he could think about was fucking. Though he knew why the slowness agitated him and he bit on Viktor's shoulder. He'd wait for Viktor and his body cues even if it tested his willpower.

That got a deep laugh from Viktor regarding Joe and his preference for girly men. Oh, Joe loved his feminine pretty boys and the punk knew this. Vars though? He was much more the Brit's type of bloke. Rough, handsome and had attitude.

"You're right. Joe can keep his Man-Barbies and girly men. I prefer tough blokes like you."

Viktor then focused himself on Vars and where those lubed up fingers were going. He leaned over a little more so the other punk could slick up his hole. Fuck! The singer let out a small hiss of pleasure and felt his eyes close. It had been so long since anyone had touched him so intimately.

"Fuck, your fingers feel good. Just give me some time to adjust a little once you start putting your fingers inside."

A head's up was always good. Moaning softly at the touch, Viktor could feel his own cock throbbing hard and painful between his own legs.

"I want you." Vars said but there's a nervousness in his voice that isn't usually there. He didn't mean just now or just fucking. He wanted Viktor to be his and it was settling on him like a weight as they got more intimate.

"Relax." Vars snorted a little laugh as he started slipping the first finger in. The other punk was so damned tight. "This not how I like hurt your ass."

He grabbed the reddest area of Viktor's ass cheek with his free hand, knowing full well it would bring the sting back from the spanking earlier.

"I'm trying to relax. It's just fucking hard for me since I've not had a cock up hardly ever."

Viktor hissed when Vars grabbed the red area of his ass cheek, knowing the other punk was trying his hardest not to hurt his lover. It was still tight and the Brit then let out a huff trying to take in more of Vars' cock without complaining too much. He was already in a weak position as it was but he wanted this. He wanted Vars.

"Fuck! You feel good inside me."

Groaning softly the Brit closed his eyes and shoved back a little.

From the Norwegian's perspective, Viktor had the upper hand and the place of control right now. Staying still while Viktor sat farther onto his cock was difficult as his body was begging him to grab his hips and shove in.

The bassist slipped his hands up over Viktor's hips while his head fell back against the seat. Every time Viktor pushed it pulled a gasp from Vars. Even with lube the Brit was so tight that Vars had to fight the urge to buck under him.

"We only start." Vars leaned up and gave Viktor a bite between the shoulder blades. "Pretty boy going scream for me when get comfortable on cock."

It felt good sitting in Vars' lap riding his cock. Viktor never even thought that this could be possible since he never submitted to anyone. The Norwegian was the first one he'd ever allowed to spank his ass and fuck him.

"Yeah it's always painful at the start. You want me to scream, Spiky? You dirty bastard."

Viktor laughed then groaned as he felt his lover's cock slide up at an angle that made him gasp. Shit. The bassist's cock fitted perfectly up his ass and he knew craved more as he began moving a little more now that the initial entry pain was passing. He reached around to pull on his lover's short hair, yanking his head forwards for a passionate kiss.

"You want me make you scream." Vars laughed because he knew Viktor wanted him and liked it rough. Maybe not this time but this time or the next the Norwegian planned to get a hold of him and get that scream pleasure from his lover.

By the time Viktor pulls on his hair Vars is panting, breath coming short because he's wanted the punk for so long. He bites Viktor's lip in the middle of that heated kiss and wraps his arms around Viktor's chest, fingers tangling in the ends of his hair that are falling over his shoulders. Once the singer started to move, Vars lifted his hips and shoved into Viktor. He's strong and despite needing to compensate for his bad leg, easily capable of thrusting even with Viktor's full weight sitting in his lap.

That just had Viktor laughing. Did he really want Vars to make him scream? Of course he did. The Brit wasn't about to speak out loud about what he wanted though since Viktor was a shy man regarding his feelings and speaking about what he truly wanted. Actions spoke louder than words with him.

"You think you can make me scream, mate? I dare you."

It was almost a challenge and Viktor was loving how deep the bassist's cock was now penetrating into his ass. Gasping and swearing under his breath, Viktor arched up and moaned deeper and louder. He was starting to lose his composure and give into what Vars was offering him. A thick, fat hot cock.

"Fuck!---"

He pulled himself off his lover's cock and then slammed back down, almost crying out with pleasure. His long hair cascading down his back.

Vars couldn't take that challenge, not now. At first he only growled but the way Viktor was moaning and the submission as he gave in to Vars was too much for the bassist. The next time Viktor pulled forward Vars grabbed a handful of Viktor's hair and shoved him roughly, face down into the seat.

"Pretty boy scream like my bitch." He snarled those words at Viktor while shifting to pin the taller punk down. The viciousness in his voice was completely lust; dominant and full of want. He held tight to the long hair while his other hand slid down Viktor's side, grabbing at his hips. Viktor's masculinity got Vars even hotter as he worked at maneuvering himself between Viktor's legs.

Viktor grunted when he felt his face being pushed into the seat on the limo. The dominance had the Brit punk growling with want and need as he began to cry out deep and wanting. He was vocal during sex and now Vars was about to find that out as his ass was being pounded by Norwegian cock. Fuck, it felt good.

"You'll have to ah!---fuck me harder to make me scream, Spiky."

Glancing back, Viktor groaned and loved how the bassist was touching his hot aching body all over. It was just what the singer wanted as he loved the feeling of being filled up. It hurt but it was a good hurt and he wanted more, panting and gasping.

Every cry from the Brit was nearly echoed by a growl from the Norwegian. Those sounds, the submission, had him panting and wrapping his hand up in Viktor's hair until the entire length, nearly, is wrapped in his fingers.

"You scream before done." Vars would have that scream from the singer. He'd heard him scream on stage, get loud, and now all he wanted was that kind of sound cried in pleasure. Using his hair, Vars bared the back of the other punk's neck, then bit, hard, right where neck and upper back met and over the spine. For most people it made their skin feel electric or sent shivers through them. It's also a dominant move to growl while still biting down on his lover. Vars' digs his feet into the seat for leverage to pound the other punk harder. In the back of his mind he knows this might be hurting his lover but he's so tight that it's hard to resist. Panting, growling and still biting Viktor's nape Vars starts digging his short nails into the singer's hip, scratching as he yanks him into the thrusts.

Had he screamed before? On stage yes. But that was to do with the performance rather than being fucked. Still, if Vars liked hearing the Brit scream then Viktor would scream. Fuck what anyone else thought. They were alone and this was their time together. That bite got more guttural moans spilling from the singer's lips, as he rocked back and took more of his lover's cock into his ass.

"Fuck---harder! Yes--"

He knew he wouldn't last long like this since it had been a while since he'd had a fuck. Groaning deeply he growled and loved having his hair pulled. That felt so good. The punk moaned and then felt his cock throb painfully as he got ready to cum. His hands gripping the limo seat hard; his head thrown back as he screamed loud and clear.

Vars was worried he was being too rough but then Viktor asked for more and the punk obliged the request. He threw restraint to the wind and started pounding the other punk as hard as he could, aroused by the moans and just having Viktor pinned beneath him. That scream though was too much to take. The bassist bit harder, maybe drawing blood from Viktor's nape. The last few thrusts coming erratic and deep as he filled the punk's ass. It felt so good after wanting Viktor for awhile now.

Panting heavily, Vars finally let go of Viktor's neck, hips and hair. The dominance that had reared up subsided some now that Viktor wore his teeth marks on him. Some of the bites, and certainly the one on the back of the neck, were going to bruise and linger. Growling as he starts to come down, Vars slides his arm around Viktor's chest and kisses his shoulder lightly.

The Norwegian feels almost lightheaded from the orgasm and all the booze but it's not enough to deter the whisper.

"Pretty boy mine." He means it and he didn't share. His jealous streak as fiery as his temper and the Brit was his even if the possessiveness subsided with his calming, ragged breath.

Viktor loved it rough with Vars, whether it be fighting, talking or fucking. Right now he was crying out in pleasure, rasping and growling as he came hard, biting his lower lip until it bled. Fuck, he had wanted this! There were no words as he almost collapsed forwards onto the limo seat, panting hard and covered in sweat. His hair was cascading down his face which was tinged with a pink blush from sex.

"That was fucking good, mate. I've not---been fucked like that before."

The Brit eventually got his breath as he glanced back smiling and sighing in pleasure. It felt good to be filled by the Norwegian and Viktor knew there would be more sex to come. The booze and euphoria now filling the singer's body as he wiped at his face and waited for Vars to pull out so that they could kiss or whatever else would happen next.

As for the inside of the limo? It was pretty smashed up but it was totally worth it.

Vars took a moment to stroke the singer's naked body before pulling out and sliding off his back. He laid on his side against the back of the seat, wedging himself between the seat and Viktor so he could continue to touch him. The bassist is still panting while he watches the Brit, running his hand over the Brit's back and ass. He thought Viktor was hot before and now that was even more pronounced.

"Not last time fucked hard." Vars leaned in and bit the Brit gently on the shoulder. Vars would make out but part of him just wanted to hold the Brit and sleep. The booze and exertion was catching up with him.

After the rough and amazing fuck Viktor himself felt drained and tired as he slumped onto Vars, kissing the punk's lips and sighing. It had been an amazing experience and one Viktor wouldn't live down for a long time. He wanted this day burnt into his memory because Vars was one fucking amazing person.

"Yeah? You did a fucking amazing job, mate. Nice cock you have too."

A small laugh and Viktor was pulling Vars towards him into an embrace, just breathing and feeling sleep begin to tug at him through the haze of booze and exertion. His large rough hands stroking the bassist's back, enjoying the closeness and intimacy of it all. Would Robert care if the punks slept inside the limo for the night?

Vrs kept lazily touching Viktor, bonding with him by learning the feel of his skin.

"Good like cock." Vars started laughing as the taller punk pulled him in. "Pretty boy get lot cock stay in my bed." He wanted Viktor in his bed and groaned from the touch. The closeness was soothing and arousing. Vars shifted in the seat to lay mostly on his back and pull Viktor into his chest. He wants to sleep but not without the Brit close and in his arms. There's an undeniable spark he can feel between them.

Robert was already planning on parking the limo and putting the equivalent of a do not disturb sign on it. The punks had been wasted on booze when they got in and after the tussling in the back he had no expectation of the punks still being awake when they got back to the hotel. They could sleep it off in the back.

"Lot of cock, eh? Fuck yeah. That sounds good. For now I'm smashed and tired."

Viktor could barely keep his eyes open as he yawned whilst nuzzling into the bassist's neck, kissing it lightly. It had been an amazing evening and now the Brit had gained a lover it seemed. Hopefully, it would be more than a one night stand. This Vars man---he was tough and fucking hot. A keeper for sure. There was serious chemistry between the two punks and everyone could see it.

"How about we sleep now? I'm fucking exhausted."

Would Robert mind? Ah, whatever. Viktor began snoring loudly in a few minutes after finding a nice position to sleep.

Viktor pulling in closer, yawning and kissing, was perfect after a bout of rough sex. Something about the punk got under his skin and the chemistry as they shifted to find how their bodies fit together for sleep was electric.

"Not get up." Vars said sleepily as he pulled the Brit in tight. That grip loosening quickly as his eyes drifted closed. Viktor's dead weight as he fell asleep, even the snoring, was something the punk wanted to fill his nights. The feeling of falling asleep exhausted to the smell of booze, sweat, and leather with a lover in arms was something the Norwegian didn't realize he missed until he was falling asleep with his new lover.

Aarne laughed as he tossed the shirt aside and snatching the bottle of Jack from the the bassist. After a big drink he tugs at Joe's pants. "I want to see the merchandise, too."

Aarne pulls off his jacket and the lacy shirt he has under it. Aside from the "sleazy" on his left forearm he also has colored stars over both shoulders and down his back as well as a reindeer on the right shoulder. He's also pierced; navel and surely Joe has noticed the tongue by now. He kicked off his boots and then waited, smirking and brow up to see if the bassist would take some more off.

"You'll get it, hot stuff."

Joe was enjoying the show as he watched Aarne strip off most of his clothing, whilst licking his lips and keeping his gaze locked on the younger man. The bassist unbuckled his belt and slowly slid his pants down his thighs, offering a nice show of his black leather jock strap underneath. Why yes, he wore this especially for the occasion of the possibility of meeting someone at the bar.

He then pulled off his boots, throwing them over the bar so that they landed close by Viktor and Vars' feet. Offering a sly wink, Joe then pushed himself up against Aarne dressed in just his leather pouch.

"Are you a top or bottom kind of guy?"

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Aarne started to giggle drunkenly when he saw what Joe was wearing.

"I like your style." He gave Joe a smack on the bare ass before sliding off his own pants. Equally small leather under garments, though Aarne's were studded across the front. Already semi-aroused and obvious beneath the small bit of leather.

"Usually...?" He laughs as he wraps his arms around Joe's waist. Low enough to slide his hands onto the bassist's bare ass. "... for you I'd take cock."

True, Aarne was usually a bottom but he was playing now and it never hurt to make a show of it.

"Thank you, sweetie. I'm loving your studded pouch. It's fucking sexy."

Joe grinned and then gasped at the ass smack. He was enjoying how trashed and loose the other man was, wondering if he often behaved like this to men he'd just met in a bar. Glancing down at the Fin's semi-erection, Joe licked his lips. Fuck. He wanted that cock. More to the point--it seemed Aarne liking get it up the ass.

"You want to take cock just for me? Aw, darling. I'm usually a little rough with my lovers. Biting, nails---I love it all."

The bassist gripped hold of the Fin's waist and pulled him close, reaching around to grip Aarne's ass, feeling his naked cheeks under his guitarist's fingers. It was heating up nicely behind the bar and no one seemed to care. Joe began kissing the Fin's lips and then moving to bite his collarbone, whilst shoving him against the bar top. His own cock now pushing against the tight leather pouch between his legs.

Aarne was this way with anyone he wanted and he wanted the bassist. He noticed the hunger in that gaze drifting low on his body.

"I can give it to you too." Aarne whispered with a giggle as he's pulled in by his ass. "I'll go just about any way."

As for the rest of it, the drummer brought his hands up to Joe's shoulder and raked his nails down the bassist's back. Definitely hard enough to leave welted red trails behind but not enough to draw blood, at least not yet. He threw his head back at the bite, taking a ragged breath as his back is once more against the bar.

"Who's bending over this bar first, honey?" Aarne asks with a quiet giggle. He loved all of this and wanted more.

"Maybe I'm just a greedy bastard tonight but----I want you bending over, sweetie."

Joe wanted to fuck Aarne against the bar top and didn't care who was looking or whatever else was going on. He was trashed and gave zero fucks. All he wanted was the Fin's ass constricting around his cock as he fucked the girly boy silly. Those nails caused the Brit to hiss with pleasure as he captured Aarne's lips in a heated kiss, biting down on the lower lip.

"I'm going fuck that pretty little ass of yours."

He smirked and licked his lips, smacking Aarne's ass cheeks with his hand.

"Get greedy." Aarne says playfully with a winks. He wants this so much.

The slap got a squeaked moan from the Fin who shoved into the Brit. His hands sliding down to Joe's ass and grabbing it roughly.

"Are you going to get rough with me?" Aarne purred before dipping down to flick his tongue on the nipple ring and tugged gently with his teeth.

"You fucking know it, hot stuff."

Joe giggled and stuck his tongue out as he then felt the Fin tug at his nipple ring which caused a low moan to rip from the Brit's lips. Fuck, that felt good! He wanted more as he then bit down on Aarne's shoulder, growling and bringing his hand around to spank the drummer's ass cheek. Did he want to spank the Fin? Fuck yes.

"Ever been spanked, pretty boy?"

He nipped at Aarne's earlobe, licking along the shell and groaning.

"Can I spank you back?" He's asking but the question is punctuated with a hard slap on the bassist's bare ass.

Aarne kissed his way up Joe's bicep, across his shoulder and all the way up to his lips; a mix of soft lips, flicking tongue and little love bites all over his skin. The Fin was an incredible trashfire but he had a lot of experience.

"How strong are you?" He asks, fingers dancing their way up the Brit's arm while the other hand drifts up his back. "These arms big enough to hold me up while we fuck against this bar?"

Aarne leaned in closer, breathless as he got his fingers into Joe's hair, grabbed a handful at the neck and yanked it. "I want to have my hands in your hair."

He loved pulling hair, loved having his pulled too. The wildness is starting to come out that would leave the bassist scratched up, bit all over, smeared with lipstick and fingers wrapped his his hair.

"You want to spank me back? Ooh, you fucking horny devil. I love it. Yes, spank me, you sexy bitch."

Joe laughed and then watched what Aarne was doing with that tongue of his. His eyes tracing where it was going up the bassist's bicep. It tickled and Joe giggled a little bit, softly moaning at the little love bites to his heated skin. The Fin driving him wild with each touch and lather of that tongue.

"I'm a strong enough lad. I'll be able to support you if you want to be fucked against the bar. I used to lift Viktor for piggy back rides down hotel lobbies while he yelled insults at fucking idiot guests."

That was a laugh. Viktor was heavy but Joe had managed to support their band leader for the duration of the trashfire event. Billy was too busy laughing to do anything and Zack just watched, giggling softly.

"You can pull it if you like. I like a bit of pain with my pleasure, hot stuff."

Joe licked his lips and then bit down on Aarne's shoulder, moaning lewdly. Fuck. What a trashfire. He then spanked the Fin's ass once more, gasping at the feeling of the soft flesh against his calloused palm.

"Before or after we fuck?" Aarne could be demanding but he found the bassist damned near irresistible. He's willing to go with whatever gets him off.

The comment about Viktor had the drummer laughing as he leaned to press his bare chest into Joe's skin. "I think Viktor's in for more than a piggy back ride tonight."

Aarne had noticed Vars touching on the singer. He could only imagine the fight for the upper hand that was going to go down. However, his attention comes quickly back to Joe.

"I bet you do." Aarne held tight to his hair as he bit the Fin's shoulder. Yanking hard on his hair, Aarne bit Joe on the side of the neck, aiming to leave some marks behind.

"Either? I'm not fussed, hot stuff."

To be honest Joe wouldn't mind if Aarne wanted to spank him before they started fucking since he was already wound up and very horny. His cock was stiff and hard and no doubt the drummer could see that by now. The small leather pouch wasn't doing much to hide the Brit's erection.

"I think Viktor will get his own ass spanked and maybe even bitten by that Norwegian stallion."

Another laugh and Joe is now sliding his hands up Aarne's chest, moving to pinch one of his nipples playfully. Would he get spanked? The yanking on the hair felt good as did the biting on the side of his neck. That got a gasp from the bassist who then reached around to pinch Aarne's ass cheek.

"Want to spank me, you Finnish whore?"

It was a playful gesture as was the name calling, as Joe leant over the bar, taking a drink from a nearby vodka bottle, downing several mouthfuls and waving his ass towards the taller man.

"Lets get this off." He tugged gently on the straps of that little leather pouch smiling broadly. He did glance over at Vars and Viktor before shaking his mane of wild hair.

"As long as he likes getting ridden rough, he'll get a hell of a night."

That nipple pinch brought his attention back with a gasp. The second pinch causing the Fin to jump and giggle. "I'll redden that ass of yours, bitch."

Aarne wasn't offended by the word whore and easily threw the playful insults back. Though, when Joe leaned over the drummer gave him a pair of hard slaps to the ass, one for each cheek. Nails raking over the newly slapped skin while he took the vodka bottle and a huge gulp off booze.

"If you stay bent over I'll have to smack it a few more times."

Joe glanced down when Aarne began tugging on the leather straps of his jock strap. The bassist grinned and licked his lips because this whole thing was fucking hot. Undoing the leather straps, Joe slid his skimpy underwear down his toned thighs and then swung it around in his fingers before throwing it in the direction of the top table. It landed close by Weird's chair leg.

Total trashfire.

Laughing loudly, Joe then pulled his lover back towards his own body, growling and pressing a rough kiss to Aarne's neck then licking a line up with his tongue. Fuck, he wanted the Fin.

"Smack me, bitch. Do it."

Joe grabbed hold of the bar top, now wiggling his naked ass towards the drummer whilst sticking his tongue out between his teeth. His cock was jutting up, erect and stiff. But first he wanted more of a spanking it seemed.

Aarne erupted into drunken giggles because of where the undies landed but stops long enough to take another long drink from the bottle. Being pulled in he instantly grinds his body against the Brit.

Aarne watched him present his ass between more drinks from the bottle. Emptied he tossed it aside and gave Joe a hard crack on the ass with his wet, cold hands. Dragging his nails over the reddened hand print the Fin laughed even more.

Another smack and then Aarne moves in one fluid motion, wedging himself between Joe and the bar. He drags his nails down the bassists ass and thighs as he takes his whole cock into his mouth. He's not about to suck him off completely but he wants to get a taste of him before they start fucking.

Oh fuck! That hot mouth wrapped around his cock caused the Brit to gasp and then moan lewdly. By now behind the bar was empty since the staff had left seeing the two rockstars near fucking each other. At least Tom had paid for lawyers in advance and Ziggy had paid for damages and everything else.

"You bitch! Oh, I love it---suck me, baby."

Joe slid his fingers into Aarne's luscious thick hair and bucked into that mouth. If he sought to give his Brit a blow job then Joe would offer up some lewd and filthy noises to put on a show. The Fin was good at this and the bassist was now arching up a little away from the bar top. Pulling at the drummer's hair slightly, Joe giggled.

Aarne moaned at the hands in his hair and cock shoving into his mouth. The Brit was so sexy that the Fin barely had control of himself, and the booze amplified the wildness. Every ounce of his attention was on the Brit standing over him. The sucking didn't let up for a few minutes before Aarne slips his mouth off. He wanted to keep sucking but the desire to tease Joe won out.

It was time to tease him farther. Aarne stood, sliding his body against Joe's hard cock the entire way up. "Not yet, sweetie."

The drummer gently touched Joe's jawline, neck, and shoulder while he kissed the other side of his neck. All the hair felt good against his skin. Dragging out the pleasure was his goal, and to hear the Brit scream as they fucked. Aarne's hips bucking up against the Bassist with his hands sliding down to pull him in by the hips. He kissed his earlobe and whispered.

"Do you still want my sweet ass, kuuma?" Then he giggles while reaching for another bottle since they are still right next to the pour rack.

"You fucking cock tease!"

Joe gasped when he felt the Fin's mouth slip from his aching cock because it felt too good and he wanted more. A hell of a lot more. Then, he felt those touches and kisses to his naked body which made up for the lack of blowjob. Joe grabbed Aarne's waist and yanked him in rather roughly, capturing the Fin's lips in a dirty kiss, biting his lower lip and growling.

"You bet do I want your ass, sugar. I want to shove my fat cock up your tight, girly hole."

He meant ass but Joe loved how girly and feminine Aarne really was even though he was a bloke with a cock. The bottle got his attention as the bassist leant over and opened his mouth. He wanted Aarne to tip it straight into his gaping maw, so he could swallow it.

Aarne giggled at the exclamation and grinned at the Brit. "I'm not a tease."

The Fin might have kept sucking but his body was aching for a fuck. Joe's growl has the drummer pushing against his body; bucking and rubbing against the hard cock he could still taste. It feels like electricity where the hands are rough on his hips and so aroused he's starting to flush and sweat.

Aarne knew what he meant and took the first drink from the bottle, tipping it way back before his gaze came back to the Brit. "If I give you a drink then you have to turn me around and give me that rough fuck you keep teasing about."

The bottle gets tipped into Joe's mouth before he can answer. After he's fed a full mouthful to the Brit he sets the bottle aside and turns twists around between the bassist and the bar. Pressing back into Joe's chest, Aarne slides his leather pouch down his legs. Hoping that the Brit will stop toying around and bend him over the bar.

"You fucking are, love."

Joe grinned and nodded before taking a good drink from the Fin's bottle. Would he fuck Aarne over the bar? Of course he would. The bassist was a trashfire and everyone seemed to know this now since people were watching. Those who weren't smashed out of their head or too busy fucking like Mick and Ziggy in the corner or Billy and Rik in the men's toilets. Oh, Joe knew about all of that. He had sharp eyes and ears even trashed. Watching Aarne push his tiny leather pouch down caused the Brit to lick his lips at the sight. Fuck, it was hot!

"You're hot. Smoking hot, baby."

A quick kiss to the Fin's lips and Joe grabbed hold of the drummer by the waist, pushing him up against the bar. Licking some fingers, he quickly lubed up his fingers and then decided to tip vodka all over his cock because why not? He then giggled as he shoved his cock up Aarne's ass crack, rubbing teasingly.

"I could be." Aarne laughed at the Brit. "I could walk away and leave you here."

Not that he was going to. Fuck no. He wanted the the Brit desperately and didn't care if anyone was looking. He never cared if people saw what he did. Everyone could be staring right at them and he wouldn't change what he was doing.

"So, are you. Do you fuck as good as you look?" He's laughing again, partially because of the booze and he is indeed a tease. The shove gets a moan of anticipation from the Fin and then a pouting sound from the rubbing. "Who's the fucking tease now?"

Aarne pushed back against Joe. He didn't care if he had lube or not, Aarne had lots of partners and a lot of sex. He could manage.

"Don't you fucking dare, you sexy bitch!"

Joe leant down and began licking Aarne between the ass cheeks for a few moments, giggling at the lewd display before getting back up and shoving his cock head past the tight ring of muscle, crying out loud. The bassist moaned as he then gripped the Fin's hips, thrusting the rest of his hot, fat cock up his lover's ass. Surprisingly, Aarne was an easy penetration considering the lack of lube. Of course he was. The man was loose and Joe knew this. Yet, tonight, he wanted the drummer to be his. As for after tonight? Fuck, was he going to let him go.

"Ngh---shit! So tight----"

Biting down on the back of Aarne's shoulder, Joe began to fuck the drummer hard and rough, raking his own nails down the Fin's sides, gasping and moaning lewdly. Was he making a show out of it? Of course he was. Who cared if anyone else saw? He was trashed and he wanted to fuck his Fin.

Aarne moaned at the touch of wet tongue to his body. He shifted, spreading his legs a little more and leaning forward to present his ass to the Brit. It's a bit of a tease. Aarne gasped and pushed back to meet the Brit's hips. He wanted Joe so much and had only had a chance to see him in passing before tonight. The drummer wonders why he didn't go after him immediately, but that thought is brief and burned away by pleasure when the Brit starts thrusting.

"Fuck me, honey." Aarne arches back and leans into Joe. Letting the Bassist support his weight he reaches up one hand to grab his Joe's hair while the other slides down to reach back and grab his ass. Aarne's breath was already picking up pace so was his heart when his eyes drifted over to watch his lover biting down on his shoulder.

"You're so damned sexy." The roughness exactly what the Fin wanted.

Joe didn't need any coaxing to fuck Aarne, as he smirked and stuck his tongue out before licking a stripe up the Fin's neck as he pounded his cock into that tight hole. It felt amazing and the Brit moaned lewdly, feeling his pleasure increase with each snap of his hips and each time he penetrated that tight ring of muscle.

"Oh, fuck!---"

He gripped Aarne's hips and angled his thrusts upwards, roughly whilst biting down on the Fin's earlobe, pulling in the heat of the moment. If bottles and glasses went flying then so what? He was too busy fucking! The roughness was what Joe yearned for too, keening and arching, panting hard as he fucked his Fin.

"So---tight...."

Shivers run all over Aarne's body when that tongue slides up his skin. The pounding though left him whimpering in the Brit's arms. He had a hold of Joe's hair, pulling on it to try and keep himself upright. Breath catching at the bite to his ear, Aarne felt his eyes close so he could just drown in the feeling.

"Fuck! Your cock." Aarne almost screamed the words though it wasn't his intention to be so loud, not that he cared if the others knew he was getting an amazing fuck behind the bar. He brought his foot up on the behind the bar shelf, hoping it would hold, to get some leverage to buck back into the Brit's thrusts. He loved the roughness and wanted more of it.

"Your tight ass!"

Joe shouted out and laughed because this was just too good. He could tell Aarne was loving every thrust and shove of his hips and this pleased the Brit. His mouth was on the Fin's shoulder, sucking the skin there as he moaned and panted, feeling every muscle tense and ripple with each movement. Some glasses went flying and smashed as the couple's movements became more wild.

"Fuck---Aarne!"

The bassist groaned then began to moan louder, shoving his cock harder into that hot hole. His nails came down to rake down the Fin's chest, leaving tiny marks.

Aarne could barely breathe among the gasps and groans. Things are getting smashed and he doesn't care, can't care since the pounding he is getting is making the Fin lose his mind.

"You can be rougher, honey." He whispers, head lulling against Joe's shoulder as his body starts feeling weak everywhere. Every touch sending a thumping feeling through his body and he grabbed more tightly on Joe's hair, pulling, yanking at it so he can turn his head to get a kiss. Nails on his chest causing his body to tremble and jerk beneath the scratches. He's out of it from booze and pleasure, so close to getting off. Damn the Brit had it, naturally had what drove him mad.

Joe and Aarne were knocking everything flying with their rough fucking but they didn't care. The bar staff had vacated a while ago after the rock stars started making out and stripping behind the bar. Ziggy had warned them but it seemed bailing out was a good move now as things heated up even further.

"Oh---ahhh--fuck yes!---"

Grabbing Aarne's big hair, Joe pulled it so he could bite the Fin's neck, leaving a large love bite just beneath his earlobe. Fuck, he wanted this. If Aarne wanted it rougher then Joe would give it rougher. This was such a turn-on for the bassist as he hammered his cock into the Fin's hole, slapping his ass cheeks a couple of times and throwing his head back, lost in pleasure. The sounds of his ball sac slapping against the Fin's ass was lewd and erotic.

"Oh Fuck!"

Between the pounding and the bite the Fin started writhing against the Brit behind him. His whole body tensing and losing control, hand pulling roughing on Joe's hair. The slamming was pulling whimpered cries from him as he bit down on his lip. His ass was stinging from those slaps, but oh how he wanted more of it. Aarne pitched forward, hands braced on the edge of the bar to shove back harder into Joe's thrusts. He's driving the their rhythm faster as he reaches for Joe's thigh, clawing him roughly with his nails. The Drummer is wild and so close to getting off. His breaths coming out in loud moans every time Joe pushes in. Fuck is he enjoying it, wants more, wants to take the Brit and just get pounded by him for days straight.

"Aarne---fuck yes!---"

Joe growled loudly as he could feel his climax near with every rough thrust of his cock into his horny lover. He loved being rough to the Fin and it seemed Aarne loved it too judging by the noises he was making and the way his body craved it. It was just too damn sexy. Whimpering and moaning loud, the Brit loved the nail scratching and clawing. Fuck did he love that!

"You're so fucking hot----"

Another few rough thrusts and his stiff hot was throbbing so hard now deep inside. The bassist cried out loudly and nearly screamed as he came, shooting hot ropes of cum inside of Aarne's ass. Fuck! He arched up against the Fin's hot body and snapped his hips again and again.

Aarne put his forehead to the bar, covering his head with this hands and biting down on his own arm to keep from screaming so loud he worried about hurting his voice. The fucking Brit!

"Joe! Fuck..." the words trail off to a cry as Aarne loses control, prone to prostate orgasms which cause spasms so strong he almost loses his footing. Those last rough thrusts as his lover cums producing another wave of pleasure that leaves the Fin collapsed and panting on the tip of the bar. He's not even trying to catch his breath yet, just riding out the remaining quakes and those hard thrusts from the Brit behind him. Fuck, he wanted it again and was in no shape to even stand upright, let alone have more rough sex.

Joe loved hearing that muffled scream from the Fin, as he continued pumping all of his hot cum into his lover's ass, not pulling out but feeling some of it drip out of his ass onto the backs of his thighs. The bassist gasped and then licked a line up Aarne's neck, just enjoying being so close and finally fucking the sexy Fin.

"Fuck---that was so good. You felt so good, babe."

Nibbling Aarne's ear, Joe eventually pulled his now limp cock out and wrapped both strong arms around the Fin's midriff holding him and not wanting to let go. Post-sex felt good and Joe hardly had any energy left to do anything else. So, instead he grabbed a new bottle from the rack behind him and popped the cork off and began swigging. It was red wine but whatever. He didn't want to move so the closest bottle would do.

"Fuck you Brit bastard." Aarne panted as he groaned from that long lick. It raised goosebumps and shivers from touch of his lover's mouth.

Aarne reached up to stroke Joe's cheek while he nibbled. This was so good. The only way it could be better if he could lay down and cuddle.

"Are you going to share, honey?" Aarne felt his breath slowing but God it felt good for the bassist to be pressed against him.

"Always."

Joe moved the neck of the bottle to Aarne's lips so he could swallow some of the wine. A few people were watching the display laughing and pointing but he didn't care. The Diamond Dogs were getting a good show as were the other bands. As for Ziggy's old man and mum? Well, it was a rock star party. These things happened.

"It's a sweet red. Not as sweet and sexy as you though, honey."

The Brit smirked and then leant down to nuzzle into the back of the Fin's big hair, sighing.

Aarnr took a long drink and didn't even notice anyone else. He is completely focused on the warm body pressed into his back. He was already getting hung up on the Brit, terrifying.

He pressed back into the nuzzling. "I need to sit." His legs felt weak and shaky but he wasn't complaining. No, he wanted more of this.

"Ok, babe. Do you want to sit on my lap?"

Joe pulled out a nearby stool sitting on it and patting his legs for the Fin to sit on them if he wanted. The fuck felt amazing and all he wanted to do now was to hold Aarne and be close to him. The raw passionate energy they shared with one another was addictive and Joe wanted more. Much more.

"I've only just met you and I fucking love your ass already. Those legs too."

The Brit licked his lips and giggled softly.

Aarne doesn't answer. He just vaguely slides from where he's still leaning over the bar and bonelessly into Joe's lap to lay against his chest. The Fin is still panting raggedly as he wraps one arm around the bassist. He's so drunk and had such a hard orgasm from the fucking that his energy is blown out, so is his mind. He groaned quietly as he pressed himself into Joe's body from his lap all the way up to where Aarne's forehead was pushed into the curve of his neck.

"Mmmm... I'm taking you to the hotel with me..." His voice is quiet between the pants and heavy with a satiated lust. ".... I want you in the morning." Aarne presses a lazy kiss to his neck.

Joe holds onto the Fin and doesn't let him fall as he too begins to feel the effects of the booze and the amazing fuck. His energy was sapped but he had enough to hold onto his energetic lover, kissing his cheek and smiling hazily. The chance to snuggle with this sexy man? Hell yes!

"I want to snuggle you, honey. That fuck was amazing---you're so sexy."

The Brit knew that this was only the beginning of their relationship, whatever that might be. Joe hoped it would be something crazy and full of energy and fucking. The love though? That was beginning to seep into the bassist's veins because Aarne was special. The hotel room couldn't come quick enough.

Aarne was beyond content, so used to people who fucked and left, usually. The arms around him felt like heaven.

"Can I keep you naked with me naked all the time?" Aarne smiled sleepily at the Brit. He didn't feel love quite yet but he felt safe. Safety was something he rarely felt with a lover but here, with Joe, he felt it and his eyes drifted slowly shut. He shifted, folding his long legs up to be almost completely in Joe's lap, clinging to him; as much to the lover as feeling that nothing would hurt him here.

Tom leaned in and kissed Aletayria at the same time Gloria leaned in and kissed Weird's cheek. Jack just laughing because he could feel the changes in the atmosphere.

Food was arriving though and that was a distraction. from the atmosphere.

Weird smiled shyly at the kiss to his cheek, as he gently held Gloria's hand in his own, squeezing it softly in his bigger one. Everyone seemed to be getting very friendly with one another and the bassist wondered if it was to do with Ziggy---or maybe just the whole bar shit show. They were certainly getting rowdy down there. Fighting, kissing, touching and more.

"You're looking beautiful tonight."

He made a note to say this before the food was arriving to their table. Did he feel the urge to make out with Gloria? Oh yes, but he was controlling himself like a gentleman. Once they got back into the elevator though...

Gloria returned the kiss to his cheek. She's feeling the effects of the room too and trying to ignore the madness, though after this long she's gotten used to some of the aspects of being around a bunch of rowdy rockstars.

Reaching out she touched his lapels gently. "I like this suit. It looks good on you."

She squeezed his hand in return while they waited for the food. She noticed Robert and Tom talking and realized they must know each other well. Much of the conversation having references to past events and people.

Weird looked down to where Gloria was touching the lapels of his suit. He smiled shyly and was glad she liked his choice of suit for the occasion. Picking it out especially, the bassist wanted to look smart and respectable because she deserved that. Compared to the trashfire down at the bar the top table was relatively calm.

"Thanks. I do like this suit and wear it for special occasions."

This being one of those. Weird kissed Gloria's hand and then sidled up closer to her, not putting his head on her shoulder but gently letting his shoulder bump against hers. It was cute. Then, he heard the noise from the corner; Mick and Ziggy. Of course. The bassist was used to them by now and just blocked the sounds of pleasure out.

"Tonight is special?" She asks because she wonders which part of the evening he considered to be the special occasion. The bands at least seemed to be settling in together, if a little rowdily.

She giggled at the bump to the shoulder and then leans in close. Her arm looped under his and her chin on his shoulder. The sexual energy isn't getting to her yet but the emotions are and she wants to be closer to him.

Jack has noticed Zack still sitting by himself and excuses himself from the table. Stopping by the bar for a glass of juice for Zack and a drink for himself. He's noticed that the younger man isn't much of a drinker despite others giving him booze.

"You're right, it is. Being with you is always special."

Weird smiled and then kissed Gloria on the cheek, gently sliding an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer slightly. The suit was donned for an occasion such as this and she was right. Even through the almighty trashfire down by the bar, Weird was still being romantic with Gloria up on the top table.

As for Zack, he sat alone just laughing at Viktor and Vars as the table smashed beneath their weight. Then there was Joe and Aarne. A right fucking riot that was. The young drummer glanced around and then noticed Ziggy's brother walking towards his table with a glass of juice in his hand.

"Hey. Are you Jack? I heard you're Ziggy's brother. You two do look alike. The hair and the height. Nice boots too, dude."

The young drummer looked very much like a glam star crossed with a bit of laid back surfer style thrown in for good measure. Zack wasn't like his punk band mates, tending to be much more shy and withdrawn. He offered Jack a smile and took the juice.

"Thanks for the drink. Your friends are really awesome too. Nice blokes and girls."

"You're sweet." Gloria looked away shyly, laughing and happy to be here with him. It felt good to have Weird's arm around her as she leaned in and kissed his cheek. By now she's used to the sideburns and wild hair.

"Yes, but there are some differences." Jack mentions as he hands the drummer the juice and slumps down into the chair beside Zack. "Thanks."

"Are those two fighting or about to fuck?" Jack motions toward the two punks wrestling around on the broken table while laughing. It looked like a riot and this was the kind of night Jack was used to.

Jack smiled at Zack while sipping from his whiskey. "Looks like everyone else is busy. You get your pick, or all of them if you're into a bit of fun."

"What? All of them? You've got to be joking, mate. I--don't really know who to pick."

Zack just began blushing into his juice and allowed his long, curly hair to cover his face for a moment, before pushing his long tresses away from his boyish face. God. All of them? Jack was being serious too. Were all his friends so loose and available? Viktor had mentioned about strippers being at the bar. Were they strippers too?

"Are your friends strippers? Because I overheard Viktor say something about that. I've never had a lap dance before. To be honest---I'm not that experienced with any of this sort of life. I just like playing my drums."

It was a truthful admission, even though the drummer loved doing pranks now and then with Billy and getting up to no good with Joe, spray-painting rude things on the sides of buildings.

"I once spray painted a giant cock on the side of a police station once. Viktor and Joe dared me to do it. Lucky I didn't get arrested."

That got a small giggle from Zack.

"Not at all." Jack laughed and put his arm around the back of Zack's chair. "Take your time. We're planning on staying until at least tomorrow night but I can help if you have a preference."

The blush was cute and though Jack had a partner and wasn't working, he could certainly see the appeal of the young man.

"We're whatever we need to be to survive. Strippers, prostitutes, drug runners." Jack shrugged and was speaking without much flair. The way someone would talk about their usual drive home. "Where we're from people like this..." Jack motioned toward the rest of the room. "... are jailed or killed for just being alive."

It was a serious truth of life and Jack wouldn't shy away from it. "Do you want a lap dance?"

He's just curious and smiling. The innocence is quite charming and refreshing. The story had him laughing and he looked over at the drummer. "Most of us do some graffiti work. My oldest spray painted cocksucker on a military chopper once and then had them chase the kid all over this city with big yellow Cocksuckers on the side of the black like a flag."

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Zack's eyes just widened when Jack talked about the dogs being strippers, prostitutes and drug runners. They were hard people all of them, taking their lives into their hands every night. There was some serious respect for Jack's crew and the drummer just stared, allowing his eyes to wander around the room at his people. They were pretty and handsome and Zack wasn't sure what he wanted.

"I'm here with the Hell's Angels. Viktor, the large punk guy wrestling with Vars, is our band leader. He protects us from shit and loves to play with fire. Literally. Molotovs, flamethrowers, spitting fire. He's done it all."

The bloke loved his fire. Zack, preferred to stay out of fights if he could help it. Since he was quite lanky but toned, he could run fast and avoid any unwanted situations involving bastards and the like. He spoke with a soft Northern accent, much like the one Mick, Weird, Billy and Gilly all had, since they were lads from the North.

"I---I might? I mean...what happens?"

He felt a little stupid asking but Jack was trying to help and Zack didn't want to sit alone all night feeling like an idiot. Then, he was bursting out laughing at the cocksuckers thing. Epic.

"That's fucking awesome, mate. Cocksuckers on the helicopter? Hell yeah. I'd do that too."

"I prefer rocket launchers but Ziggy helped me build a flamethrower a few days ago." Jack wasn't as much into fire but he would use whatever was around in a pinch. It might be worth talking to the punks once they were done fighting, or fucking, or whatever they were at.

Jack couldn't imagine being so innocent in his world but it doesn't bother him that Zack is asking questions. After all, questions meant a better time for both the client and the person working. It was acceptable.

"Usually they are done where the person getting one doesn't touch the person giving it.' Jack toyed with the soft ends of Zack's hair where they fell over the back of the chair. "I think you're cute enough that they'd let you touch if you wanted. In that case it's a bit like making out with the added bonus of the person giving the dance rubbing on you. The idea is to get you aroused. Someone good at them can get you off with a lap dance. It's called a lap dance because usually their ass will be in your lap, especially nice if you have a preference for boys."

The way Zack brightened up about the graffiti got a smile from the gang leader. "Maybe I should introduce you two. There's not enough artwork on the brick in this city."

"Rocket launchers? Tell Viktor you have one of those and he'll want to be your new best friend. The guy loves anything big and loud. If it does damage too? An extra bonus. I've made a spray can flame thrower once, Viktor showed me how."

This was one afternoon when Zack was taught by Viktor how to do "punk stuff" and making an aerosol or spray can flamethrower was a must. The drummer loved the idea but felt it a bit too dangerous for him since the can could blow up in his face. He'd rather stick to using the paint inside than using the aerosol to burn things.

"Oh, ok. So they grind in your lap sort of thing? Sounds nice. Who are you introducing me to?"

Zack wasn't sure but he liked the idea of gaining a spray can buddy, whoever it might be. The soft touch to his hair by Jack caused the drummer to blush a little since he wasn't used to people touching his hair. At least not ones he'd only just met. It felt nice though and having some fun might be what Zack needed right now.

"I have incendiary rockets." Jack says with a laugh. He would definitely have to spend some time with the punk. "I'll talk to him when your singer's done on the floor."

As Jack watched the other two, he's more and more sure that this is something sexual on the floor among the debris. It's sort of like watching a trainwreck, the two obviously fighting for control on the floor. It's hard to look away.

"It's a little more than that but yes. Depending on the people involved it can end with sex or a blow." Jack felt no shame in talking openly about sex. "It's important to talk it out first with anything like this to makes sure everyone is comfortable and getting what they need."

His eye finally came back up the the drummer. "My oldest, Donya. They aren't old enough for me to get them into an American bar."

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"Incendiary? Cool. Viktor loves fucking around with dangerous shit like that. If he's not tearing up the road on his bike he's getting into street fights and lighting things up."

The drummer glanced across the floor to see his singer and Vars wrestling. At least it looked like some sort of dominance fighting which could be seen as foreplay for punks. Zack knew Viktor liked it rough. The lap dance sounded like fun and the drummer nodded whilst sipping some of his juice. Jack was obviously skilled in what he did.

"Donya? Are they your son or daughter? I didn't know you had any kids, but then I shouldn't be surprised since you're good with people. Responsible and respectable in your own way. I bet you're a good father."

It all just came out and Zack realised he may have just said too much and been a little intrusive. He hardly knew Jack at all but could tell the man knew how to handle himself and the dogs were nice people.

"We don't use motor vehicles. Horses and skates for us." Yes, Jack had most certainly shot a rocket launcher from horseback and while on skates.

"Both. Donya is like Ziggy and I am, more like Ziggy." Jack glanced at Aarne and Joe wondering if they were on the same kind of spectrum. It was hard to say. "I have three I adopted... and then the Diamond Dogs."

He was like a father to many of them, and a mother too sometimes. It made him smile and he leaned over and placed a lingering kiss on the Drummer's cheek as a thanks for the compliment. Flirty for sure, but not particularly sexual.

"Horses and skates? A cool way to get around, dude. I can't ride a horse and I'll probably fall on my ass if I tried to put skates on. Viktor would laugh his fucking ass off at me. Billy would probably have a go and Joe would try to skate while high or trashed."

Zack could see this scenario happening for real at some point. His band high and trashed all trying to skate. Donya though, they were both like Ziggy and some of the Dogs. The drummer found this interesting as he nodded and drank some juice. A variety for sure. Joe though? He was quite girly but was also a bloke, so could be classed as sort of both? Even Zack wasn't sure regarding his bassist sometimes.

"Joe is girly bloke but I think he likes to be more male than a girl. Viktor is all bloke. Billy is a bloke but can bitch like a girly tart. A bit like his younger brother, Gilly."

The kiss got him nearly throwing his drink over. He hadn't expected that at all. Jack was a friendly bloke for sure.

"I can teach you sometime." Jack could see himself and the gang getting along with this group easily. There was nothing wrong with making a few more friends. "Everyone falls when they start."

That was something even Jack experienced at first despite being a speed demon on them now.

"He's certainly masculine given the person he's pinning." Jack could easily see Joe as male that just liked flashy clothing. Aarne though, Jack wasn't so sure. He obviously had a male body but the behavior and look was far more feminine, like Ziggy.

"What about you?" Jack asked curiously. "You have beautiful hair."

Jack is still flirting because the reaction had him grinning. Zack was so sweet.

"You want to teach me? That'll be so cool. Thanks. I'll try not to make a complete idiot of myself the first time I put skates on."

Zack knew Joe liked to be masculine but also experiment with different styles of clothing, some feminine, which seemed to work with his extroverted personality. Aarne though? He was definitely more girly to Zack, who had always considered himself a boy even though he looked feminine.

"I'm a boy. I mean----I'm not as masculine as Viktor or Billy but I'm a bloke. I do like boys though. I've dated a few girls but I never really enjoyed it as much as being with boys."

He shrugged and then sipped some more of his juice. At the hair remark, the drummer blushed and giggled slightly. Jack was a charming man and of course he would be being Ziggy's twin. The eye patch though....that made Zack stare a little but he didn't ask why he wore it.

"What about you, Jack? Do you have a special person in your life?"

"All the Diamond Dogs skate. They'll be glad to see you try." There might be some friendly teasing or giggling but nothing harsh toward the young man if he fell.

"It's polite to ask. Something Ziggy taught me." Jack was honest and then grinned. "And do you like your boys masculine or feminine?"

Jack was turning on the charm. Zack was intolerably cute with his innocence and blushing. He gave his hair a little tug at the ends, playful and flirtatious.

"I do but... I still work." He wasn't as bothered by that as his partner was. "I have adopted children that I take care of and this is the only work I've ever known."

He didn't mention that it was all he remembered. Maybe there had been something before this but Jack had no memory of it, whatever it was.

"Yeah, I want to give it a go. Just---I might be a complete idiot on my first go."

He blushed and wondered how he'd do on his first try. If he did fall on his ass then Viktor would be the first to know and call Zack out on it. In a playful way of course but still---he didn't want his ego dented on his first go out with the Dogs. As for Jack's next question the drummer stared a little and drank the rest of his juice.

"I like a bit of a mix I guess. More girly compared to the punk crowd here though like Viktor or Vars. Maybe someone that's similar to Mick or Billy. Not as rowdy but still good looking."

Zack didn't really know but he liked what he saw in a few of the other band members. They were all quite a handsome lot. Even Hunter's tarty girly boy Gilly wasn't too bad but he knew not to mess with that, unless he wanted a leopard skin boot at his face.

"You have someone yet you still work? Why do you still work if you have someone to take care of you?"

He didn't mean to be personal, it just sort of slipped out.

"I'll bring skates the next time."

Jack would give Viktor a kick for laughing and then put him in skates too for that kind of shit. The Dogs might giggle but they would also be right out there giving him pointers if he fell.

"They are both very masculine." Jack was going off appearances more than personality. Mick definitely had a traditional masculine mindset, though he couldn't be sure about Billy. What little he had seen of the guitarist was boyish and rowdy, but not punk and dangerous.

Jack isn't bothered by the question. Zack looks young and it was spoken honestly for the way he let it out. "This is who I am. I'm a gang leader and a prostitute. Would you quit your job and stop being in a band because you met someone?"

Then he sighed thinking about Balthazar and the problems they had. He didn't really talk about this with anyone. "My partner doesn't always like it but I've got people who count on me to be there. I'm not sure how I feel about someone saying I love you for who you are but you should stop working and be someone else because I will do everything for you."

"Thanks, I'd like that. Maybe I could get the other guys to have a go too. Viktor, Joe and Billy."

Just seeing Viktor land on his ass would be totally worth it since the punk was always acting the hard man. Billy would just shoot off around the place playing pranks and going wild. Joe? Well, who knew with him. Probably end up chasing police cars on them grabbing hold of the back bumper to hitch a ride.

"Yeah, they are. I mean---I know they're all taken but they're nice blokes to look at. Mick has nice arms and shoulders. Ziggy is a lucky girl. Billy, well he's more like a brother to me and he has Rik as a lover. Even Hunter has nice legs and Gilly has nice arms too. But yeah---lots of handsome men."

He blushed and felt more hair fall in front of his face. Was it awkward talking about men who were taken? Perhaps. Then, Jack was talking about his partner and his work.

"Oh---I see. I guess I'd be worried if I were him but if you enjoy what you do then I say why not? If it helps support the people you love. You're right though...I wouldn't want to stop doing something I love because someone said they loved me. I'm sure he does love you anyway, Jack. You're a nice bloke."

Zack patted Jack's arm and then looked to the bar. Was he thirsty? Perhaps.

"I can bring skates next time." Or have Ziggy buy some and they could try tomorrow. Surely New York City had a skate shop somewhere. Jack could see skates causing all sorts of amusing chaos, especially if this level of drunkenness was normal.

"So I am hearing that you like a toned body, softer disposition and a little less rowdy than the others here?" He's asking despite feeling confident in that assessment. "I think you would appreciate someone less alcohol centered for fun?"

Jack was thinking out loud more than anything. Zeroing in on a prospective Dog that might make for some good company for the drummer. Even if it was temporary and friendly. Jack couldn't resist and kissed the drummer's cheek. He was so adorable.

"Don't feel one way or the other about my job but I am good at it." Jack sighs again and nods. "He does and my children. I think he needs time to learn that he doesn't have to take care of and fix everything."

His eye turns up toward the bar with a laugh. Between the two punks going at each other on the floor and the nearly naked pair behind the bar, the way there was a gauntlet of trashfire. "I can get you another drink." Jack laughs. "I'm used to navigating this kind of night."

"I'll definitely be having a go if you bring them. Joe and Billy might have a go on them too."

Zack didn't think Viktor would since the man was tall and bulky. He wasn't really the build for skates but what did the drummer know? The punk leader might be good on them without being bull-headed about everything. The blush deepened as Jack spoke about what sort of boy Zack preferred. Also, the kiss just got him giggling slightly and pushing his long hair back.

"Uh---I guess yeah? Definitely less rowdy. Also not so pissed up all the time."

He nodded and then felt grateful that Jack would brave the almighty trashfire down by the bar. Zack was just too shy and didn't want to get pulled into it or kicked in the face by Viktor and Vars fighting on the floor.

"I'll have a light ale if you're getting a drink for me. Thanks, Jack."

"That sounds like a date for tomorrow night."

Jack really couldn't help himself with the gentle tease. He likes the young drummer and would be happy to spend more time with him. Surely the Dogs would take him in easily.

"I have someone here that you might get along with." Jack was thinking about the Dogs that were currently there. He's watching the two behind the bar more than the punks on the floor. They were intent on each other but the two behind the bar might go after anyone by th elooks of it.

"Sure." Jack patted Zacks shoulder and headed for the bar to get a drink. Getting drinks he also stops by a couple of the Dogs that are hanging around at a table. He comes back with one of the Dogs.. He's a little older than the drummer, but mellow and more often someone who watches over the workers than working at this point. Jack though noticed he had given the drummer a couple of long looks.

He offers Zack the drink and then motions toward the young man with him. "Zack, this is Damien."

Damien, who is tall and definitely masculine despite being leaner and more lanky, offers his hand to the drummer with a smile. `

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"A date?"

That got the young drummer laughing because he knew Jack was only teasing and being friendly. Ziggy's brother really was a nice man and his partner was a very lucky man to have Jack in his life. Then, he was being introduced and Zack went a little quiet as he sipped his drink. Oh----Jack was setting him up with one of the Dogs. His eyes went a little wide at the meeting but none the less he was going to be polite.

"Hello, Damien. I'm Zack. I drum for the Hell's Angels."

Glancing towards the handsome bloke, Zack blushed a deep red and shook Damien's hand. He really was a good-looking man and the drummer just stared a little before saying anything else. Tall and masculine? It was perfect.

"Would you like a drink? I mean---you've probably already had a few at the bar but...I'd like to get you one."

"A group date?" Jack said with a wink.

The introduction though he just let the two go and took his seat again. He might not stay long if this looked like the two were getting interested in each other, or to just let them talk in private. Zack appeared like a one on one sort of person to Jack.

Damien shakes his head and sits in the other chair at the table. "I don't drink. A little on holidays." he adds with a smile. It made him a little odd among the Dogs but not that much. Not all of them drank, particularly the ones, like him, that were lookouts who needed to stay alert. "Jack mentioned you were going to come skating with us tomorrow."

"Yeah, I guess you could call it that."

Zack sat down in his seat and nodded. It seemed Damien wasn't much of a drinker which pleased the drummer since he preferred a companion that wasn't a complete drunk. Joe and Aarne---well, they loved to get smashed and fuck it seemed. Zack was a completely different kind of guy compared to Joe, which was fine in his own way.

"Oh uh yeah. I've never skated before and Jack is offering to give me some skates. I might invite some of my band to come along. Maybe Billy. Not sure about Joe or Viktor yet. Have you met all of the band members? There are two upstairs in the pool. Hunter, who is lead singer for the Hammers and Gilly, drummer for Ziggy and the Spiders."

He wasn't sure if Damien had spoken to any of them so decided to mention them anyway.

"Bring them." Damien is a very gregarious person. Like Jack, as one of the older Dogs, he does a lot of mentoring of the younger members of the gang. Being in a gang, in general, added to his usual nature.

"Only you and Ziggy." He really hadn't tried to meet everyone, though he had watched how all of them interacted. He had noticed the sex but didn't find any issue with it. They were all used to that being common place. "I thought about a swim until I heard the sounds coming from up there. Better to leave them alone."

"Ok, I'll bring them. Billy loves to prank about and is high energy like Joe. It'll be a riot, mate."

To be honest Zack wasn't sure how much of a trashfire Joe would be with Damien and the skates but it would be fun. Billy loved anything daring and this would appeal to the guitarist. Nodding slowly, Zack looked around at the bar area and giggled softly. Jesus, what a shit show.

"Oh a swim? Yeah, Hunter and Gilly are up there but I'm not sure what they're doing."

Best you don't find out, Zack. You're far too shy to witness naked Swede or Gilly butt.

"Bring anyone." Damien looked to Jack who nodded in agreement. They could stir up enough skates even if he went home.

"We always cause a riot." Jack tells Zack with a laugh. He's glad to see that they are getting along. He also saw that look from Zack at the Dog he'd chosen. Even if they didn't end up in bed, they would have some fun.

"It sounds like sex or bondage." Jack mentions which gets Damien laughing.

"That's why I didn't go up there." Damien agrees before turning his attention back to Zack. "What do you like to do besides drums and trying skates?"

Damien was happy just to get to know the other man, though he is well aware of why Jack invited him over. Zack is nice looking. He wouldn't mind being with Zack even if it's not a primary goal.

"I'll do that. It should be a riot, mate."

Zack nodded. He liked that Jack liked to stir up shit as well as Damien. They were nice people, although much more worldly than Zack himself, but that wasn't going to stop him making friends with the Dogs. At what Hunter and Gilly were doing upstairs in the pool? That got a deep blush from the young drummer. He didn't even know much about bondage at all.

"They sound like they're having fun. Hunter is a good bloke and Gilly seems good on the drums even if he is a tart. Billy says he gets his ass slapped each night by his Swede."

That got a small giggle out of Zack. Everyone knew about Hunter slapping Gilly's ass. Even the hotel staff. Then, Damien was asking questions about what the drummer liked. Oh.

"I like spray painting. It's sort of a hobby of mine. Spraying on buildings and cop shops. That sort of thing. Painting lewd stuff to non-offensive stuff."

Viktor had got him into the paint a cock on the cop shop thing and Zack found it amusing so had taken his art up to the next level. Lewd paintings were always so amusing to look at.

"It looks like I need to start collecting skates." Jack mentions with a laugh while looking around the bar to get a count.

Damien broke into a smile over the blush on Zack's cheeks. Jack had been right. The drummer was adorably sexy. Damien still wouldn't push and the comment got him laughing. "It's good to spend the night with someone who can keep you happy. DO you have anyone keeping you happy?"

Damien could not resist flirting while the opportunity was there. However, he's far more interested in what Zack was talking about doing.

"Do you have a personal tag?" The Dog knew a bit about tagging even if it wasn't his trade. Plenty of the younger gang members enjoyed tagging.

"Yeah, you might do, mate. It depends on how many want to try them on."

Zack did for sure. As for Billy, Joe and Viktor? They might? He wondered about any of the Hammers trying them on and Rik came to mind as one who would be good at skating. He seemed quite dexterous. As for Aarne, Vars and Hunter? Well, who knew? It would be entertaining none the less.

"Keeping me happy? Like a boyfriend? Uh---no, not at the moment."

Another blush and Zack was now sipping some of his drink, not really knowing what to say since it was rather embarrassing. Everyone else had a partner but he didn't. Was Damien asking the drummer to sleep with him?

"Oh yeah I do. It's this." Zack pulling out a photo of his graffiti tag to show Damien.

"I'm going to go make some calls." Jack got up because he knew most of these people were adventurous. The chances that they would all give it a go were high.

"Or less permanent." Damien offers. He's not sure whether to smile because the charming and cute drummer is single or be disappointed that no one saw how charming and attractive he was. Either way it might have been a suggestion, or interest, given that the Dogs had been brought here as company. There was nothing that said the company couldn't be enjoyable company that he might choose to keep and it was unlikely he would need to be on guard here like he would back home.

Damien leans in close, closer than he probably needs to, in order to see the picture. "Are you a mechanic?"

It seemed the obvious question with the wrench and the chains. Damien smiles and pulls up his shirt sleeve to show the symbol tattooed on his bicep. "This is the Diamond Dog symbol we all use."

Zack nodded and watched Jack get up to make some calls. He must be a busy guy to have all these Dogs and run his business. Not that the Brit wanted to delve too much into what the business was since he had a bit of an idea. It was just that he wasn't as worldly as some of his other band members.

"Yeah, I do like doing up my bike and others. Viktor taught me some of what I know since he's good at bikes too. Most of the other band members do bikes up. I just like to add a bit of paintwork too."

Looking at Damien's bicep, Zack smiled because he liked it that the Dogs had their own tattoo. It meant that they were a gang of sorts? That was the vibe that the drummer got anyway. Then, he had to ask the important question, slightly quieter than anticipated.

"Are you asking me out, mate? I mean----to be my boyfriend sort of thing?"

"We don't have many vehicles back home. Most of us use horses." Damien knew he wasn't supposed to say too much since he wasn't in his own world right now. However, there wasn't anything wrong with what he had said so far.

The question got a smile from the Dog as he leaned his elbow on the back of Zack's chair. "Do you want me to be asking you out?"

Now he's curious what the drummer is thinking. "If you are, well.. then maybe we can see if I'm boyfriend material."

"Horses? I've never ridden a horse before. I mean----I've got my bike but it must be different in control of an animal. Do you have one with a name that's yours?"

The drummer was curious about Damien's world as he became more and more interested in the Dog. Jack's world was a much different place than the world Zack came from and this made Zack curious. As for being asked out the Brit offered a shy smile through his long tresses of hair.

"Yes? I mean, I'd like to hang around and chill with you and the Dogs. But mainly you, yeah."

A pink blush tainted his cheeks.

"Most of us do. His name is Cyanide." Damien has a picture of the horse.

Damien can only smile at the blush on the drummer. He's damned cute and the Dog wouldn't mind spending more time with him.

"Jack says we're staying in the hotel for a few days. You can come to my room whenever you want." He wouldn't force the drummer but wanted him to know the door was open, for anything. He wouldn't mind simply doing something normal for once rather than constantly being on guard.

"Cyanide? As in the poison?"

Zack leaned in to look at the picture of the horse in more detail. He really was a magnificent beast and very handsome. The spots were certainly something as it caused the drummer to smile fondly. Imagine having a horse to ride everyday. He wanted to spend more time with Damien and get to know the man and it seemed he was a very interesting bloke indeed.

"I've not known any blokes with horses before. You're the first one. Oh---your room? Ah, thanks, mate. I'd love to. Want me to bring some booze or snacks if I do?"

Because Zack was into bringing food and drink to other people's rooms. Even if the booze was only light stuff like beer.

"Yes." Damien admitted with a laugh. It was a good name for the calm horse.

He liked the drummer leaning in and leaned in to until they were just touching while looking at the picture.

"Most of the Diamond Dogs have horses or we roller skate." The innocence of the drummer has Damien laughing and leaning in closer. "Bring whatever you want."

He just wanted to spend time with the musician, though he is definitely attractive and Damien wouldn't mind sharing more than a drink.

"I think it's a really cool name for a horse. I've never ridden before but I'd be up for a ride if you wanted to give me one."

Zack had no idea how much innuendo was in his words, as no doubt, Joe or Billy, would have picked out by now. Yet, they were busy with their own lovers, no doubt fucking each other's brains out. The drummer however, was much more of a laid-back and calmer kind of boy. He preferred to move slower when it came to relationships.

"Roller skates? I'd probably fall on my ass if I tried."

That got a small giggle out of the Brit who realised how close he was to Damien. The man was alluring and that hair? It was so beautiful, he just wanted to touch it. Yet, unlike the other band members, Zack was very shy and wanted to be polite to his new friend too.

"You've got nice hair, mate. Can I touch it?"

"I could bring him here if you wanted to try." Jack had mentioned bring things through to this world. Though, Damien is near laughing because he does pick up on the innuendo. It's hot and wonders if it is on purpose or just that much innocence.

"Most people do when they start." Damien had when he first put them on too.

"You don't have to ask." Damien winked at Zack, shaking his hair out so it all fell over against Zack's shoulder. "Can I touch yours too?"

Unlike Damien's pin straight hair, Zack's had a nice curl to it.

"You'd bring your horse here into New York? I'd like to see him and maybe have a go at sitting on him. That's if I don't fall and make myself into a complete fucking idiot."

Zack laughed softly and then nodded at Damien wanting to touch his long, curly hair. Not many boys asked him these sorts of things so he was more than a little awkward right now. Did the Diamond Dog like him as in really like him? That part got the drummer's heart beating a little faster.

"I usually brush it before I go out and before I go on stage. It tends to get wild when I'm banging my drums though."

It tended to fly everywhere when he was trying to keep up a good rhythm.

Damien realizes it is all innocence and smiles broadly. "I could ride with you the first time."

Damien ran his fingers through the drummer's hair, starting right behind the ear and then down to the ends. They had just met but Damien is definitely interested in getting to know Zack better, whether it was just friends or something more after didn't matter.

"Mine tangles after a day of work." Though he imagined the curls and the madness of drumming would lead to a lot more tangling. "Your hair is amazing."

"Oh uh yeah. I'd like that. Just to teach me the ropes. It can't be harder than riding a bike can it? Only that it's a living thing and has it's own mind."

Zack just realised he was sounding like an idiot so stopped talking for a bit, instead just enjoying feeling Damien's fingers going through his hair. It felt nice. This is what friends do with each other. Of course it was. The drummer wasn't sure what to say so just blushed and wondered about the Dog's hair.

"It does? Thanks. Have you---sort of dated lots of guys with long hair before?"

Being inquisitive was something Zack was more often than not and now was a good time to be asking this if he were to grow closer to Damien.

"It's very different than controlling an inanimate object. You have to learn to work with your horse like you would another person. You trust it and it trusts you."

The Dogs were all very close to their horses. They trusted in the beasts as warning, companions, transportation, comfort and so many other things. His fingers started going deeper into the drummer's hair. It felt good.

"I don't date much because of my.. job." In part he was worried about someone being left behind. Damien knew what happened to Jack over Hannah. He couldn't do that to someone else but the loneliness was still there eating at him even if he hid it well. "I do like long hair."

He nodded quietly just shivering a little at Damien touching his hair. No one had ever touched it like before since Zack hadn't really had many boyfriends before. Nothing like this and nothing ever serious. It was mainly just a bit of foreplay and sleeping in another guy's bed at a video game or movie sleepover.

"Yeah, I'll have to get used to that part. I'd love to get to know you Jack and the other Dogs better with time."

Zack really liked Jack and thought he was a really kind guy. He even gave the drummer a kiss on the cheek which not many other men would. It didn't feel strange since Jack was Ziggy's brother and the singer was a good man.

"Your job? Oh, I see. I guess it's hard to date when you're uh----busy with people."

The drummer didn't really know how to broach that subject so just offered a shy smile and a nod.

"I have a few days but I can come back." Damien leaned in and kissed Zack's temple. The innocence is attracctive but so is the wide open sincerity.

"I'm basically the head of Jack's army." That was the best way to explain it probably. There was something in Zack's behavior that Damien couldn't pinpoint but attracted his attention.

"Do you want to date? You keep mentioning it."

"You're a soldier? Sorry, I just assumed you were---something else. That's bloody epic though, mate. Do you get to carry your own gun? Although, I'm not big into weapons like Viktor is since I prefer my spray cans."

Zack didn't really like violence like Viktor did and preferred to stay out of conflict and run if he had to. Not that he wanted people to see him as a coward or anything. It was just his shy nature. Nodding, he then blushed a deeper red and didn't know how to respond so just stared a little into his now empty beer glass.

"Uh----date? I mean I want to yeah. Ok, let's date. I'm not very experienced though so you might want to go easy on me."

A small tug pulled inside of him. Was it nerves? Excitement? Possibly both.

"Militia." Damien looked at the other Dogs and realized what Zack was thinking. "I do go with them when they work to make sure they're safe but I'm not a sex worker."

He had been on a rare occasion out of need but it wasn't usual for him at all. "We don't have a choice. I think most of us would rather not fight too."

Damien was good at what he did but he would rather spend his time doing something else. Something that didn't involve killing people. The change of subjects was good and had him smiling.

"Then I guess I will have to take you out tomorrow." He's teasing a little but this time when he leans in he kisses Zack's lips, gentle and testing to see what the response is.

"Militia. Got it. I didn't want to assume....I just noticed your friends---the Dogs and Jack. Sorry, mate."

Zack blushed out of awkwardness but was then going wide-eyed because Damien was kissing him. Oh. Well, this felt good. Really good. He was a hot soldier and the drummer was beginning to become infatuated on him. Jack introduced Damien to him on purpose and now he could understand why. The bloke was hot. Not moving whilst the soldier kissed him, Zack then let out a nervous giggle.

"Take me out? Sort of a date at a burger place or bowling? That sort of date?"

The Brit was wondering where their relationship would head off to now and he was excited and nervous at the same time. He knew he'd had to tell Damien how inexperienced he was in the bedroom if it got that far. That would be very awkward for him.

"City guards are called Hellhounds." Damien looked out to the other Dogs and nodded his understanding. "Pleasure is illegal back home. Sex is illegal unless the government has authorized it to get pregnant. So, sex work is the equivalent of drug dealing here. It gets money and food that we need to survive."

Zack deserved to know what he was getting into, all of it. It was going to get more uncomfortable for the Brit the more he knew, probably. Damien stayed close while still brushing his fingers through Zack's hair.

"We don't have anywhere to take people on dates at home. Everything is abandoned but I could take you on that horseback ride. We do that at home."

"Hellhounds? Ok. Like the fiery mythical dogs? That's really cool, mate. But uh---does this mean you can't have sex back on your world? That sucks. The people there sound like right assholes."

Zack's face dropped a little when Damien told him about how authoritarian everything was back on his world. It really was grim. What a bunch of bastards thinking they can control people's lives like that. The Brit gently touched Damien's shoulder, squeezing softly because he cared.

"No burger joints or bowling alleys? Aw, that's too bad. I'd love to ride a horse with you though. I'll try not to fall off."

"Yes. We are the door guards too, like the myth." Damien knew it would be hard for Zack to understand but shrugs with a laugh. "You can have sex but you can be arrested for it. It does make breaking the law a lot more fun."

He's flirting, brushing his shoulder against Zack's as he laughs. The drummer is too sweet to avoid being attracted to him.

"Where we live the city is in ruins. There are nearby places, cities with restaurants and things to do but we're all wanted for crime. I can't go into them without a lot of risk." Damien explains and realizes this is getting the mood down. That is the last thing he wants. Glancing around the bar and seeing that most everyone has coupled off, his eyes turn to Zack. On the spur of the moment he stands up and nods toward the door.

"Come on. I know some of the city. Let's walk back toward the hotel and do something?" He was thinking a late night drink in a fun bar or getting something to eat or who knows, whatever they came upon. It was only a 15 or so minute drive to the Plunge so it would take an hour or an hour and a half, at most, to walk back; not counting detours. He didn't know the city exactly but the streets had the same names so he could navigate easily enough and he had no worry about any dangers along the way.

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"That sounds dumb to me. But if you can break the law and get away with it then why not?"

Zack liked the rebellious side of Damien already and he was glad Jack introduced the Dog to him. Sitting alone at the table had been boring so having Damien with him now made all the difference. Everyone else was either fucking or trashed so Zack was still wide awake and not drunk.

"Do something? Oh---ok, sure. What shall we do?"

Getting up, the drummer moved away from the table and decided to join Damien. Would they hit the town? Grab a taxi and go places? It sounded like a fun thing to do so smiled shyly and nodded.

"Sounds good to me. Lead on, mate."

"I'd break the law with you."

That was a direct moment of heavy flirting, more or less a dirty offer. The drummer was cute to the point of being sexy. He shrugs at the question.

"Whatever we find on the way?" Damien smiled and headed for the elevator with some ideas in mind. He wondered if he could get Zack in a club to dance. The Dogs got into wild dance parties sometimes and the thought of getting close with the drummer to dance was tempting. Maybe they'd see something.

"You would? How about we find ourselves a decent burger joint? There's one called a Wendy Burger or just plain Burger King. I like the double cheeseburgers. Or we could skip the food and head to a bar and try to buy drinks without getting ID'd? At least I would get ID'd at the door maybe----I don't know."

That made him frown. Would he even get into a club? He looked about 17 most days. It was his young boyish face and hair that did it. Also, his shyness. Maybe Damien would think of something to get them into a club or bar. Was New York as strict as the UK for letting under age people inside?

"Let's go."

He moved to hold Damien's hand because it felt right. The drummer was still blushing but it was a good blush.

Damien leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek, all that long hair falling in the way but he's used to it. "I'm up for food or anything else."

Damien knew how to get into places and surely this wouldn't be as hard as things in the Ministry cities. He didn't even think about IDs or anything like that because his world, IDs were only to keep track of people and the same things were illegal for everyone.

He gives the hand in his a squeeze and nods, only stopping briefly to check in with Jack both to tell him he was going and to get some currency for this world. They didn't use money in Hunger City. That hand still felt so good as they walked toward the elevator.

"Ok, let's go. I'll just follow you since I don't know my way around New York much."

He'd only been to a few bars and things with the others but no where else really. Zack preferred to practice on his drums when everyone else was either getting trashed in their rooms on booze or fucking each other. Now he had Damien, he knew he could spend more time with the other man. It was exciting.

Watching Damien check in with Jack, he nodded, knowing they'd need actual money. As for the whole ID issue...well, they'd have to try and get around it. Dodging the law was something Zack knew he'd probably have to do a lot with someone like Damien.

"Thanks for this---for taking me out. It's just been a while since I've dated a boy."

"It's a fairly long walk. I'm sure there will be something."

Damien couldn't imagine not finding at least a late night Cafe or resturant along the way.

That comment about dating as they stepped on the elevator got a full raised brow from the Dog. Were they dating? Not that he minded because the drummer was definitely cute enough to date.

"I haven't taken anyone out in a long time." Damien frowned a little. The last actual date was with the woman the Ministry wanted him to breed with. That had ended poorly. Hopefully this would go better. It certainly couldn't go worse.

Was it a date? Zack guessed it was? Since he was now joining Damien on a late night walk through New York city looking to head to a bar or cafe. That's what couples did, wasn't it? The young drummer had only taken out boys younger than him or his age to burger joints, nothing fancy, so this was one step above the usual dates.

"The last time I went on a date was with a boy at music school when I was around 19 or so. We ate burgers and then went to the cinema."

After that they went back to Zack's house to play a few video games on tv and then they made out on the bed. They got naked after that but there wasn't any anal sex since it was just cuddling and some foreplay. Zack hadn't really fucked anyone properly before.

"My last date was..... tragically bad." He didn't want to talk about it. The repercussions had been immediate because he was in Ministry housing. As soon as he refused they would have come for him but he had told her why he refused when she thought it was because something was wrong with her. That had sealed his fate as far as the Ministry was concerned. He held tighter to Zack's hand as they stepped out on to the street.

"Are you hungry?" The older Dogs were used to going hungry so Damien rarely realized he was hungry until he was woozy or started getting a headache.

"It was? Oh."

Zack could tell Damien didn't want to talk about it so decided to pursue the matter any further. There was no point trying to if it irritated the older man or brought back bad memories for him. So instead, he squeezed Damien's hand, looking up at him and offering a sheepish smile.

"Uh yeah I am actually. It's been ages since I've eaten anything and I've had booze."

Having beer always made Zack peckish so if they could find somewhere to eat together that would be even better.

"I was taken to prison." Damien shrugs because he really didn't want to talk about it but then he also wanted to be open with Zack. For right now it was an inner conflict that kept him quiet. Maybe some other time.

"Let's look for somewhere." Damien pauses on the street to look at the signs and wracks his mind for a minute to try and remember store fronts. Then he turns down one of the streets to head West toward the hotel. "What do you like to eat?"

Damien was an adventurous eater since they ate what they could get most of the time.

"You were? That's rough. I probably shouldn't ask why. Viktor is always getting locked up or arrested for his arson and burning stuff. He's nearly killed men in the past too when getting into fights."

Zack had been told the stories by Billy and Joe because Viktor didn't like talking about getting arrested or spending the night in the cells. It had happened but more in his past before he created the Hell's Angels. The drummer himself hadn't been caught or arrested. Yet.

"I graffiti but I've never been caught by the police. They're slow bastards. Oh--uh, I don't mind. I like pizza, burgers that sort of thing. Never really eaten in fancy restaurants before."

He was pretty easy going where food was concerned.

Damien almost stops walking, his steps hitching as he glances over at Zack with a frown pulling deeply in his expression before he sighs. He wanted to be honest but the whole situation still filled him with terror. "When I was still with the Ministry, the government wanted to breed me so they had me take this woman out."

He just shoves his hands in his pockets and starts walking again. "I wouldn't have sex with her because I don't like women so I was sent to be tortured until I forgot who I was and could be used, or died."

It wasn't that he disliked women as people but sex with them was something else. He had tried many times because he knew, more than any, that death waited for someone who was a sexual deviant. Damien wanted to leave the thoughts of his past behind him but he couldn't hide it, wouldn't lie about it. Eventually he would have to tell Zack either now or later.

"Let's see what we can find to eat." Damien pushes a smile and his thoughts behind him. A heavy breath is exhaled before he reaches out and takes Zack's hand in hopes that it will dispel the memories before they take hold.

"They wanted to breed you? It makes you sound like animals. That's so wrong, mate. I'm sorry."

Zack slipped an arm around Damien's shoulder and squeezed as they walked. That was fucking rough. What kind of bastards were these Ministry? Whoever they were Zack hated them with a passion already for fucking so many people over, forcing them to have sex with people they didn't want to. Damien included.

"Yeah, let's find a good place that does epic food. Usually, I'm too skint to buy anything myself. My mates buy me burgers and stuff. Before joining the Hell's Angels I was a poor bugger."

He laughed a little and smiled shyly at the hand hold.

"I was bred by them to be in their military." Damien shrugs but those arms felt good around his neck. He tried to put all of that behind him and smiles. "I'm not sorry I was born and I bet you aren't either."

The open flirting is irresistible at this point; both because he's trying to forget and Zack is hot as hell.

"I steal everything I eat." Damien laughed and tugged at Zack's hand. "If I remember there's a good seafood place up on the next block and we can get some Sake."

Damien remembered the old signs in his New York. Assuming this one was close then the same restaurants should exist, maybe. Oh, this drummer was so shy and cute. He was going to have to thank Jack for this introduction.

"I don't like the word bred. Sounds like they force you to live your life how you don't want. That's fucking wrong to me."

Zack didn't often get angry much but this? Hearing Damien explain about how the Ministry forced him to breed with women when he didn't want to and be bred for the military. It was all bullshit to the drummer who cared for Damien a great deal.

"I've stole a few times when I was a kid but nothing major. Seafood? Awesome. I like sushi but I've not tried Sake yet."

All the new sights and sounds of New York were opening up Zack's eyes to the world. The bustling metropolis was huge and intimidating but he was glad to be with the Dog who was much more street smart than the Northern UK kid.

"I was brought up brainwashed like everyone around me." Damien frowned and shrugged. "I'm one of the lucky ones that escaped."

Damien was street smart in a way that wasn't quite necessary here and in some ways he wasn't street smart at all. People were staring at the two long haired men holding hands as they walked down the street. They might well get confronted just like they would in England.

"I don't remember what they serve there." Mostly because the place was an empty husk in Damien's world.

"Brainwashed? Shit---that's just unbelievable in this day and age. I guess our worlds really are different. How about I make this world fun for you? I mean we've got each other so fuck the Ministry?"

He smiled and giggled a little because he was now blushing. Why did he always have to blush around the taller man? Jack was good for setting them up like this it was just Zack was woefully inexperienced. As they walked the Brit noticed the stares as they held hands. Fuck. So many eyes. Averting his eyes downwards, Zack felt a little uncomfortable at all the staring.

"They're staring at us, mate."

Social norms were the same in every country almost it seemed. Fuck them. Zack hoped no one would hurl insults or trash at them or something. He'd seen that happen to some of his gay friends and it was painful to watch.

Damien smiled a little as the drummer pulled him out of darker thoughts.

"You could be my fun." The outright flirting came with a mischevious smile and wink.

Damien hadn't noticed the staring too much, not until it was mentioned.

"Fuck them." Damien stared right at a group looking at them, raised a middle finger and then turned midstride to kiss Zack right on the lips. They could all fucking suck it. The Ministry had wanted him dead for liking young men and he wasn't about to take the same shit here.

"I---can?"

Zack didn't have time to respond because Damien was giving the idiots staring the middle finger. Then, he was kissing the drummer on the lips. Oh god. The Brit knew this wasn't usual behaviour for two men out in the open, even in somewhere as cosmopolitan as New York. How did they treat gay men here? Was it as bad as back home in the UK? The kiss felt so good though as Zack pulled a little on Damien's long hair before breaking off, blushing prefusely.

"Yeah....fuck them. That felt really nice. I've never kissed a boy in public before."

His heart was hammering fast in his chest and then Zack felt a newspaper being tossed towards him, hitting him on the back. A group of men close by were glaring at the two, one drinking coffee and the other smoking. The other chucking his newspaper at Zack. Uh-oh. The drummer became very nervous.

"Fucking queer cocksuckers. Go and get your STIs somewhere else, you fags."

Zack frowned at the slur, wondering why they called him and Damien cigarettes.

"I'll kiss you anywhere."

The flirting kept up but then Damien's eyes came up full of fire. Zack might feel the change in his body language as he let go of Zack's hand and started moving around him to get between the men and Zack.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Damien's voice has lost all the warmth and playfulness he had speaking to Zack. It was cold with a military clip to it, the voice he learned while serving the Ministry.

"I dare you to repeat it."

The mood changed and Zack was now a little scared because Damien's words were cold and cutting while facing off the men. He knew about the Dog being in the military but had no idea just how skilled and trained Damien actually was. Would he punch the blokes in the face? Zack would but he didn't like confrontation so felt a little useless right now.

"Fucking. Fags. Both of you. You pretty tall boy who looks likes girl and shortie here. Kissing and holding hands in the street. You're fucking sick."

The men laughed with each other as the coffee drinking one then downed his drink and then kicked the empty coffee cup at Zack. It went high, hitting him on the knee. Feeling anger coarse through his veins the drummer kicked the cup away and glared at the man.

"Fuck you, you wanker. Leave Damien alone."

"You were the one staring at us." Damien mocked them openly. He knew people underestimated him because of his build and used that as an advantage.

It was his reflexes that got people, tall and lanky and used to running and fighting against the odds. Damien had been walking toward them and now there was intent. Whomever was the closest got it; a sharp jab to the temple, enough to drop someone where they stood in many cases. If nothing else he wore several rings that would make it hurt like hell. Damien is tense, watchful and not at all afraid to brawl. He did it as a job everyday.

Zack went wide-eyed when Damien started punching. Oh shit. The drummer took a few steps back because he didn't know what to do except allow the Dog to vent his anger at these bastards. They fucking deserved it. But the cops? Someone might call them and that wouldn't be good. The first man fell after the jab to the temple and the others seemed a little put off but one thought he'd try his luck and aim a punch at Damien's jaw.

A stupid mistake and even Zack could see the bloke was hopelessly slow compared to Damien's fast reflexes.

"Shit---Damien---the cops. Someone might call on them. Let's get out of here. These losers aren't worth our time."

Zack didn't see another one coming up behind the drummer to tug on his long hair, laughing and giving it a hard tug. Fuck, that hurt! The Brit went to shove the guy away from him but the man had a good grip on the long curls.

"Girly boy here is a pussy! Look at his gay hair."

Damien dodged and stepped back laughing at how slow they were. Taunting people until they got mad and messed up was a Dog tactic even at home. They could rile people up.

He heard the change in Zack's breathing and turned but only to the side, not daring to put his back to the other two. And he sees red instantly, anger boiling up. Those same reflexes pull the small revolver, cocking the hammer as he drew.

"Let go or die." He's not fucking around either as his eyes shift from the guy holding Zack's hair to the other two. He wouldn't hesitate to shoot them and it shows as his finger slides down over the trigger. Damien means business and has blotted out the people on the street who screamed and gasped at the sight of a drawn gun.

Oh shit this was bad. Damien had a gun. A real fucking gun and Zack was now aiming a kick to the guy's shin which connected, causing him to howl in pain and let go of the Brit's hair. Zack moved away and then shoved the bloke who had pulled his hair. He wasn't often physical but this? This was needed. His eyes then shot straight to the gun in Damien's hand. He was terrified.

"Damien---let's go. It's not worth it, mate. These bastards are scum. The gun---put it away before someone gets hurt for real."

The drummer was shaking a little out of fear and adrenaline because he'd never dated anyone like Damien before. A man who wielded a real gun and wasn't afraid to use it. Pulling on the Dog's arm slightly, Zack watched as the men backed off, hands in the air and then turned to run in the opposite direction. Fuck.

"Oh fuck---"

Damien lived in a world where people around him would kill and so he learned to be aggressive when needed. Harming Zack had turned on his instincts to fight and it is only when the other guys turned away that he uncocking the gun and holsters it once more inside his jacket. He was armed with several weapons, always.

Damien slipped his arm into Zack's and immediately touches his hair to make sure he isn't hurt. He's not at all flustered though his heart is hammering a little. It had everything to do with Zack being in danger rather than the situation.

"I'm sorry he grabbed you." Damien was feeling guilty that he hadn't noticed the guy coming up on Zack. Truth is there are so many more people on the streets here than Damien needs to adjust his senses to be more watchful.

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"It's ok don't worry about it. The guy was a fucking loser anyway."

Zack tried to smile and ended up just blushing and hiding in amongst his long wavy hair. At least no one called the cops on them. Not that he knew of anyway. That and no one was dead or seriously injured. Pulling Damien a little closer, Zack just wanted to eat something now and forget about the shit show that had just happened.

"Are we out on a dinner date of sorts? Lunch date? I've not been with many boys like this so---it's sort of new to me."

Dates in general were new to Zack overall. He'd eaten at fast food places with boyfriends before but it hadn't been in a romantic sense like this. Damien was much older and experienced than any of the drummer's past boyfriends.

"If any bastard tries to attack you again I'll spray them in the face with one of my cans."

Being pulled closer felt good and got a smile.

"So, we're dating?" He's still shocked that Zack is already saying that but smiles broader with a good natured humor. "I guess I will have to tell all the girls back home I am taken."

There were no girls back home, not any Damien would be interested in anyway. He was only interested in younger men and the drummer was so cute with his hiding and blushing.

"Dinner? It's late." What was it now? 11 or 12 at night? Who knew but it was definitely late. The reaction though is sweet and Damien kisses the Brit's cheek before taking his hand again.

"I hope there aren't any more."

"Uh, I think we are? I mean when two boys eat together and do the stuff we're doing it's usually a date. I think. Girls? Oh, right."

Zack quickly looked at Damien and wondered if he was just pulling his leg. He hope so because the idea of the Dog liking girls back in his own world well---that stung. The drummer didn't like girls that way anyway and hoped Damien didn't either. Pushing any ill thoughts away, Zack just managed a smile as they walked.

"You're right. It's way too late for lunch. Late night snack maybe?"

The kiss caused him to giggle softly as he then squeezed Damien's hand.

Damien noticed that look and laughed, leaning in close to whisper to the drummer. "They wish. I don't like girls."

He nodded and started walking again, trying to calm down after the fight. The attack left him on edge and that would take awhile to relax.

"What do you want to do after we eat?"

Those words caused a huge sigh of relief to wash over the drummer since he wasn't sure if Damien had a special young lady back home or anything like that. They were still quite new to one another and these things were often swirling around in the younger man's mind.

"You don't? I don't either. Back home I---I got bullied for not liking them."

His smile faded quickly as bad memories welled up inside. It was always hard thinking about his past but talking was even harder. There was so much trauma and Zack didn't like opening up to others about it.

"I don't know, mate. What do you suggest? Bowling? Ice skating? We could try any of those if you wanted. Or a video game arcade? I love those."

"I was marked for death and it didn't stop me."

Damien slipped his hand out of Zack's to slide it around his waist. "No one's going to bully you about it anymore."

Mostly because the Dog would skin them alive for it. He let his mind turn to better things though.

"I can ice skating and roller skate." Damien was really m arable good at both.

"Do you dance?" Damien had seen clubs on the way to the bar and he can't say he would regret grinding on the drummer on a dance floor.

"Thanks for saying that. At least I know if some thug takes a swing at me or pulls my hair I've got a Diamond Dog bodyguard looking after me. You, mate."

Zack laughed softly a little and then looked up at his tall friend. Dance? He hadn't really done much of that since he preferred graffitiing and riding his bike. What harm could it do if Damien wanted to take him to a club?

"I haven't really danced much. Are we going to a club?"

Then the whole ID thing would come into play once more since it was late and Zack was underage to get into most New York bars and clubs. Damien would have to intervene.

"I'm the only one pulling your hair." Damien went right back to flirting, giving Zack's curly ends the slightest tug.

"Do you want to?" Damien knew a little about the clubs in this world from talking with the others, especially Jack. "I know a couple places around that won't act like those asses did."

With his best friend being Jack, of course he knew where the gay clubs were in the surrounding area.

"I only want you pulling my hair anyway. Everyone else can fuck off."

Zack nodded and smiled, obviously better now they were on their way to do something fun together. All the thugs and homophobes could get fucked. He just wanted to spend time with the boy he was totally falling for. He'd only just met Damien a few hours ago and already he wanted to spend as much time as possible with the Dog.

"Yeah, I want to. I might be shy but I like having fun just as my other band mates do. Do you mean like gay clubs? So if we dance together at least we won't have wankers like those attacking us. Joe has taken me to a few before."

Even being shy, Zack usually sat in the corner with Joe drinking his soda or light ale. That was until Joe got wild and smashed then the drummer watched his band mate jump up onto the bar and moon everyone or some weird shit.

"You want me to pull your hair?" Damien asks with a big grin because that was the kind of invite he definitely wanted.

Arm around Zack's waist he kept walking, changing directions a bit now that there was talk of going clubbing. He couldn't ignore the temptation of grinding up against the drummer on a hot dance floor.

"Either, but after all of that a gay club is probably better." Damien agreed since he didn't want to have to fight anymore tonight. All he wanted to do was hang out with this incredibly cute Brit and maybe get into some harmless trouble. "There's a place Jack told me about not far from here, called the Metropolitan."

"Yeah, I like it when you do. Back at the bar---it felt nice."

Zack admitted he liked Damien pulling his hair because he genuinely liked it. There was no point hiding his wants and now that he was on a date with the Dog he might as well admit it. Walking next to the taller man, the Brit smiled up shyly.

"Joe's taken us all to a few gay clubs before and usually it ends up being a shit show. Him dancing on the bar mooning everyone smashed. Viktor giving everyone glowered looks and shoving men away who get interested in him. As for Billy? He used to flirt with guys and try to take one back with him."

This was all before the band members found their respective partners. The Angel's night outs usually ended with Joe being arrested or Viktor.

Damien couldn't resist that invitation and gave his hair a little tug at the ends.

Damien started laughing as he watched the building fronts for something that looked promising. "I won't be bearing my ass but I'm up for dancing and... I'll try not to get arrested."

Damien winked at the drummer because after pulling a gun on the street, cops were possible. Eventually they came up to a place called the Metropolitan. The club music was obviously thumping and the crowd lined up for the door looked more on the queer end of the spectrum. Damien had noticed more than one pair of men in the line holding hands.

"Want to try here?" He looked over the signage. 18 and over. He assumed the drummer had some sort of ID. He would have to make do with cunning or breaking in.

The club looked pretty busy and Zack wondered if the security was tight. If so, then surely they would be frisked and asked for ID. That was the usual in most places like this he assumed. Glancing towards Damien he nodded feeling a little shy.

"Sure. I mean I do have ID if they want to see it. Just means I can't drink but whatever. We can still dance though."

This was the main reason why they came to the club. Not to get drunk but to enjoy one another's company and to be accepted for who they were. No one was going to attack them or throw nasty insults here since it was a gay club. Men were allowed to hold hands here.

"Looks a cool place. Shall we try to front door first? Or shall we go around the back?"

"I don't have anything." Damien didn't even belong in this world, let alone having an ID for it. He was looking over the doorman and how he was interacting with the others waiting to go in. They were checking jackets and that was a problem.

"I can't get in the front with the revolver and no ID." He whispered to Zack. Never mind the knife at his back and he wasn't about to dump them. "Go on in. I'll meet you inside by the bar."

He pressed enough money into Zack's hand to get a soda inside and then kissed his cheek. "I don't need a door."

Damien left Zack to duck down the alley. He'd have to work his way through the building maybe but he could do this. At least there wouldn't be any Ministry messing with him inside, just people to avoid so he didn't get thrown out.

"The gun ah---yeah I nearly forgot."

Zack shook his head and scratched the back of his head. He often forgot that Damien was a walking arsenal and if he got stopped and searched then they'd find a lot of weapons on him. That would be bad. So, he nodded and took the money, thanking the Dog while he watched him duck out of sight around the back.

Walking up to the line he soon got approached by the security guy as he asked for ID. Zack showed it and was let in without incident. It just meant no booze. Well, none he would buy himself anyway. Damien could get that. Stepping inside the loud busy club he immediately felt very shy around the other customers dancing and watching him closely. Was he being watched? Some guys took an interest and giggled as he walked past their table. Shaking any bad feeling off, Zack bought himself a soda at the bar and then glanced around trying to pick Damien out. He'd be the tallest in the room easily.

Damien quickly found a way up the building and to a window on the second floor. The room was dark and he didn't see any security systems. Of course not. Here they didn't have the Dogs who could get to a window like this. People here didn't have the same kind of skills. Once the window was shimmied open he slipped inside and began making his way down to the bar below.

He paused to remove his shirt and put his jacket back on. He would have to keep it on to hide the weapons but the bar was going to be hot. He pulled the shirt through his back belt loops to both hide his knife more and not have to carry it.

Stepping out of the stairs he looked for the bar where he could already see Zack. Here. Damien's personality was coming out as the paranoia about injury subsided. The Dog worked his way through the crowd, using his skills of disappearing in them to sneak up behind the drummer. The first indication that he's there is a hand sliding around Zack's hip from behind.

"There you are."

Through all the noise and people Zack still managed to jump a little when he felt that hand slide around his hip. Oh. Instantly he turned and slid a hand into Damien's, just to feel a little more secure around all the people in the club. Zack was never much of a social guy compared to the rest of the Angels so was a little out of his depth here.

"You managed to get in then. I suppose I shouldn't ask how. Thanks for the soda though."

Smiling shyly, he held his soda up and took a sip. All the eyes staring towards him and his tall friend got Zack a little more self conscious about his surroundings but tried to ignore it. The Dog was tall and imposing so of course others were about to stare. Pressing himself a little more into Damien, he looked up through his mass of curly hair and blushed.

"I climbed the outside of the building." Damien whispered close to his ear. The Dog leaned in and wrapped his other arm around Zack's waist. It felt good to hold him though Damien's mind was starting to imagine things a little less innocent than a hug.

"Should we go out and dance?" He's watching the people out on the floor, grinding against each other in time with the thumping music.

"Climbed? That takes some skill. You're like a sexy spider."

Zack just giggled at his rather silly comment but none the less wanted to spend this night with Damien doing things that rock stars and young men should do. Going to clubs, dancing and having fun. Didn't Damien want a drink first though before they went out onto the hot dance floor?

"Do you want a drink first or shall we dance? I don't mind waiting a bit."

He was still very shy with all the people around, since he didn't have his drum kit to hide behind this time. Usually, the crowds are way back in the stands too and not right up close. Here everyone was either dancing, making out or being intimate in a corner somewhere. Zack's eyes are immediately pulled to Damien's naked chest which had a shirt on earlier. Maybe he was feeling hot? The drummer wanted to touch it as he slipped a palm against the Dog's toned chest.

The name got a laugh from the Dog as he wrapped his arms around tighter to stroke the drummer's torso, leaning closer to his back. "You're sexy too."

The longer he was around the more that felt true. The young musician was everything Damien liked and he knew Jack was well aware of this.

"I can't." Damien didn't much care because he wasn't a drinker. "I don't have an ID."

The Dog was watching the dance floor and the way the people were grinding on each other to the beat. The idea of pressing his body against the drummer and making out like the people under the hot lights got a long sighed breath from Damien. The touch to his bare skin of his chest quickened his breath. He's not shy about anything and leans in to kiss the side of Zack's neck.

"Let's dance." Damien smiled but he could already feel the fluttering of arousal thinking about how close he was about to be with the drummer.

"Thanks, mate. It means a lot to me that you've brought me to this club. It's a nice place."

Zack was nervous but was trying to hide his nerves by smiling shyly under his long curly hair. Damien seemed to be far more confident than him in this kind of setting as he felt the kiss to the side of his neck. Oh. That felt nice and it tickled slightly as the drummer blushed even harder and giggled softly. Not wanting to be a complete idiot, Zack slipped both hands onto Damien's waist and held them there so that they could dance.

"I've not danced with many boys at all so sorry if I tread on your feet."

Glancing around he noticed the other couples being much closer to one another and it got him panicking a little. What if Damien wanted more and Zack wasn't ready? The idea of running away was cowardly but his flight instinct always kicked in when he couldn't deal with a situation. Not wanting to ruin their evening, he smiled up and kissed Damien's lips softly and then nuzzled into the Dog's neck, as they danced slowly.

"You said we were going on a date." Damien was still amused by the fact that they had just met and Zack had called this a date.

The hands on his waist felt good. Damien slowly tugged Zack closer, wanting them to be pressed in close.

"You're a drummer." Damien gave some encouragement. "Follow the beat and my body. You'll get the hang of it."

Right now, Damien wasn't thinking of much other than feeling a bit of spark and a whole lot of attraction. The Dog wrapped his arms around the drummer's waist and pulled him in even closer until their bodies were pressed together but he didn't hold too tightly. He slowly started to move so that Zack could get into the groove of the music. Damien knew how to dance, mixed with his flexibility and athleticism he could grind dance easily. The pace more sensual than sexual at the moment.

"I did, didn't I? Well, this is a good date, mate. With good company."

Zack already loved being close with the Dog and Jack obviously knew they would both click together. The slow dancing and grinding was hot and the drummer looked down to Damien's feet then back up to his handsome face. Even in the flickering club lights he looked so hot and sexy. No wonder other dancers were shooting glances at the pair now and then. Getting the hang of the beat, Zack easily got into a good rhythm, holding onto Damien's waist and moving a hand up so he could bury his fingers in that long hair.

"This is nice. Just the two of us like this."

Feeling the heat of the dance floor and the lights, Zack's face was nearly on fire due to the blushing and everything mixed on top.

"I wouldn't want anyone else on the dance floor for company." Damien couldn't resist flirting as the drummer started to move against him. The touch felt so good that Damien gasped as his head pressed into Zack's hand. Who cared who else was looking? He met that admiring gaze and leaned in to press their lips together.

"Do I get more time alone with you after tonight?" Damien whispered as he pushed his hands up into the back of Zack's hair. Those curls were the devil's work for how much he wanted to touch them.

"I wouldn't want anyone with you either. That would be awkward."

Not only that but was Zack wanting Damien to be his? Almost....possessive in a way? It would seem so as he stuck close to the taller man, holding him as they danced in time with the beat of the music. Others were doing the same with their lovers so it made the drummer feel at ease as he leant up and kissed Damien's lips lightly. Giggling softly, he felt some of his awkwardness melt away.

"Do you want that? I'd love for you to come back to my hotel room, mate. We could chill and relax."

Whatever Damien wanted really. Even though they'd only met a few hours ago at the bar, Zack wanted the Dog to be his close friend---no, boyfriend. He wanted Damien to be his boyfriend and that got his heart really pounding.

"I want to spend the night with you." Damien's expression blossomed into a charming smile. He definitely wanted the drummer down and dirty in his bed but the shyness that might take time. It didn't stop the Dog from pressing his whole body up against the drummer, grinding luridly against Zack. Damien was starting to sweat on the dancefloor, dressed in leather, but he wasn't about to stop. Zack up against him felt too right to let anything else interfere.

"Ah, spend the night? Uh---sure. I mean that sounds like fun."

Zack's eyes went wide and he then didn't know what to think because his mind was racing out of control. Did Damien mean talking and chilling out or? He was slightly nervous about the other thing people did together in the same room. Feeling Damien ground up on him caused the drummer to blush and pull away slightly. Was it becoming a bit too much? Maybe.

"Nice moves. Uh---I'm thirsty. Maybe another soda needed."

He pushed his hair out of his face and glanced over towards the bar.

Damien felt the nervousness in Zack's body language and let go of the drummer reluctantly. The drummer was so hot but he wouldn't force anything. He pushed his long hair back and fanned himself.

"I'm dying in this leather out here." He took Zack's hand and started leading him toward the bar. It wasn't a lie. The heat was getting to him from all the people on the dance floor. Something cold would be good.

"Yeah it's hot in here. It's been a while since I've come to a club and danced with anyone. I forget how hot the lights can be."

Zack blushing knowing full well it was more than just the lights making the drummer hot under the collar. It was the handsome young man he was currently dancing with. Up close and personal. Yet, he needed space. Walking towards the bar, Zack smiled up at the Dog and tried to reassure him.

"It's been a good evening so far. I like being with you like this, Damien."

The drummer slid his hand into the Dog's and squeezed it.

"It's cooler in here than dancing around a fire in summer." Damien laughed and kept the young man close. It was definitely more than the lights that were heating things up.

Once they stopped at the bar Damien slid an arm around Zack's waist while flagging down the bartender.

"I hope you like it enough to come out with me again." He smiled down at the drummer after ordering two beers, surprised that they were giving them out to him even without the mark for being legal to him. He wasn't going to complain.

"I...want to, yeah. To come out with you again sometime. I mean we could go to another bar or just chill out in the city or whatever. Maybe we could go somewhere and I could spray on some walls."

Zack loved to do that to chill and relax after drumming or doing some heavy practice with the band. Since he didn't partake in all the drinking and drug taking he often just went off and did his own thing. Spray painting or just getting out his skateboard and perusing around town. Taking the beer he sipped his quickly, hoping that the security didn't find out that he was under 21.

"This feels good. Just being together and doing what we want. Fuck the law."

He smiled and could feel some of Joe and Viktor's influence rubbing off on the innocent drummer.

"All of them?" Damien mentions hopeful that the drummer will spend more time with him after tonight.

"It does feel good." He agrees while stroking Zack's side with one hand and taking a drink from the beer with the other. "Fuck the government!"

"Sure, why not? It'll be fun whatever we do. Just as long as I have time for drum practice too because otherwise Viktor will get annoyed."

Zack took his career seriously but he was enjoying the time spent with Damien so far even if they'd only known each other for a short time. The drinking in public felt particularly good because he didn't often go out drinking because of his age. That and he didn't really drink much. Holding onto the Dog, he sighed.

"Fuck the government, yeah. Maybe we could go bowling next time? I haven't done that in ages."

"We both have jobs." Damien pointed out. "I won't be able to be around all the time."

That was the truth of the situation. In a day or two Damien would have to go home, if not sooner, and who knew when he would have a chance to get back again. He sighed at the thought, leaning into the drummer slightly.

"I've seen a bowling alley but I've never done it." He didn't mention that it was a destroyed building in part of Hunger City. Zack didn't need to know the harsh reality of his life, not right now.

"Yeah, we do. I know it's just----I like having you around is all."

Zack felt his cheeks heat but knew Damien was a Diamond Dog and had his responsibilities back on Jack's world more than anything. So, the shy drummer was going to make the most of the time he had with his Dog. The Brit squeeze Damien's arm affectionately then kissed his cheek softly.

"You haven't? Then, we need to go bowling together soon. Before you have to go back."

"I'll come back as often as I can."

The kiss on his cheek had the Dog's eyes go a little wide but he relished the shy drummer coming out a little more as they stood in the bar.

"Is that our next date?" Damien teased, but he wouldn't mind both because it meant time with Zack and would involve trying something new.

"Uh yeah? Sounds like a plan for a next date."

Zack was still shy but he guessed a kiss on the cheek couldn't hurt because he really liked the Dog. Damien was hot and he didn't want the taller man getting the wrong signals from the drummer because of his painful shyness. Zack often came across as defensive or withdrawn but he did like the Dog and wanted to spend more time with him.

"Until our next date then."

"Come get me whenever you want to go. I will be around for a few days."

Damien finished his drink and slipped his hand into Zack's. "Why don't I walk you back to the hotel?"

After the earlier incident there was no way that he was going to let Zack walk the rest of the way alone.

Ziggy started stroking his lover's newly bared skin. It got his breath ragged and quick.

"Fuck me, Mick." Ziggy was winding up. There was a flurry of sexual energy in the building and was driving Ziggy wild. He's open, wet and pushing into his lover, wanting and eager and not caring at all about how loud either of them got. The whole place felt like madness to Ziggy.

The stroking got a soft gasp out of Mick, who was now even more horny than ever just sitting in Ziggy's lap with his cock now fully erect and hard. Then, Ziggy was asking the guitarist to fuck him. Oh, how he ached to hear those words. Mick just leaning forwards pressing a hot and hungry kiss to his lover's lips; his fingers playing over the skin of the Anthean's pouch.

"I want you."

His voice low and husky due to arousal, as he slowly opened the pouch and began fingering gently, just getting Ziggy prepared for his fat cock. His long fingers sliding into the slick, caressing the clit and then pushing into the tight chasm. The place was madness and Mick was now caught up in the fucking frenzy. He was hot, aroused and horny.

Ziggy's nails started digging in at the fingers sliding into his pouch. Mick easily getting high pitched whimpers from the Anthean as his fingers slide in. Ziggy's already soaked and open.

"Give me your cock." Ziggy can barely get the words out, his mind reeling from the emotions in the room. "Show them who owns my pussy."

Not only is Ziggy getting aroused to a fever pitch but it's pulling out his submissive side, the part of him that wants to be taken and owned. He's desperate and pulling at the guitarist, nails raking Mick as he tugs at him, begging for sex.

Pulling his fingers out of his lover's pouch, Mick licked his fingers lewdly, moaning at the taste with heavy-lidded eyes. Positioning his cock at the pouch entrance, he gently slid his hands down Ziggy's arms as he pushed in, gasping loudly as the tight wet pussy almost sucked his cock inside, squeezing around it.

"Oh---Zig, fuck...yes!--"

Mick moaned loudly and knew it would be near impossible to keep quiet in the corner they were sat in. Fuck it. He wanted Ziggy and now he was about to fuck the Anthean inside the swanky bar. Pressing his lips against his lover's, Mick began to move, thrusting his hips and sliding his throbbing stiffness into the slick pussy. Heavy pants and moans began spilling from the blond's lips.

Ziggy leaned in after Mick licked his fingers and pressed a hot and wanting kiss to his lips. His whole body trembling with anticipation when he feels Mick get into position.

"I need you." Ziggy moaned and slid his arms around Mick's shoulders, pulling him in. He started whimpering with each push. The room so high with lust bringing the cries louder. Quiet wasn't going to happen not when he heard Mick's moans. Ziggy starts digging his nails into his lover's skin. "Fuck! Your cock feels good."

"I need you too, love. Oh!--"

Mick threw his head back and let out a lewd moan, whimpering with needs and desire as he began to rock his hips in Ziggy's lap, thrusting his cock into that tight, slick pouch. His whole body was tingling with lust as he enjoyed hearing his lover's cries of pleasure. The blond keening and glancing down to watch as his cock pulled out then slid back in covered in slick. It was so fucking hot.

"I love you."

He captured Ziggy's lips in a heated kiss as he caressed his palms down his lover's chest, gasping with pleasure and moaning deeply.

"Your cunt feels so good and tight around my stiff, fat cock."

Ziggy shifted to find a position to let Mick push in farther. His gaze followed Mick's to watch his cock sliding in until he eyes rolled close. The empathy got louder, his mind opening to Mick and sharing the intense pleasure he is feeling.

"I love you."

His lips covering the guitarist's. His hands stroking over the strong arms. The way he could feel the muscles rippling under Mick's skin was hot.

"Your cock belongs in my cunt." Ziggy moaned and then started bucking to meet Mick's thrusts.

"Fuck yes it does---ohh--"

Mick was moaning louder now as he thrust harder, hearing the soft slap as his balls hit against Ziggy's pouch opening. His cock sliding in and out of that tight, slick pussy, offering up so much pleasure. The blond's body was flushed with arousal and his skin was hot and prickly, covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

"Oh, Zig---so tight and wet. I love pounding your wet pussy..."

Another whimper ripped from Mick's lips as he bit down onto Ziggy's shoulder, gasping as he felt spasms of pleasure shoot along his cock and down his inner thighs.

Ziggy just kept stroking Mick's arms but his head lulls back against the wall. It feels so good that he feels like he's going to faint from pleasure.

"Oh...Mick." Ziggy pulls on him, eyes opening to look on his lover. He's so hot flushed and starting to sweet. "I'm going to cum on your cock."

His nails start digging into Mick's shoulders as the guitarist starts pulling those high pitched cries from the Anthean. He's so close, gripping on to his lover as the tension builds in his body.

The stroking against his arms felt good as Mick thrust into Ziggy's cool, slick pussy, moaning louder until he was almost screaming with pleasure. His cock pulsing almost as his lover's tight walls constricted around his hot shaft. The heated words only drove the guitarist onwards to bite down on Ziggy's earlobe roughly. Those high-pitched cries music to Mick's ears.

"Oh---fuck, love---I'm going to--ahhh!---"

Mick came hard. He bucked up and cried out, no doubt people could hear what was going on but he was beyond of all that. Hot waves of pleasure washed over him as he pumped his hips and emptied his thick, warm cum inside of Ziggy. Gasping and panting, he rolled his eyes back and moaned.

Ziggy was already pressing into Mick, crying little whimpers as his body wound up tighter and tighter. Then, Mick hit that rhythm that signaled his orgasm rising. It got Ziggy screaming as his body gushed, cool around Mick's hot cock.

The warm cum always felt so good inside his cooler body. He could feel Mick's orgasm; mind, emotions, and the spilling of warmth into his cunt. He clawed at Mick while his body quaked with the release.

"Oh Fuck Mick." He moaned as he brought his forehead to rest against Mick's chest. It felt so good to just be lovers.

"Oh, love, that was---fuck, that was amazing. So good. Your cool pussy gushing around my hot cock always feels so good everytime."

Mick was near breathless as he gently caressed the Anthean's chest with his hands, slowly massaging the cool skin beneath as he rested his chin on Ziggy's shoulder. He tried to get his heartbeat to slow down and for his breathing to return to a normal rhythm. Fuck, that felt good!

"How do you feel, love? I know I'm fucking naked in this bar but---I'm trashed and fucked out. A nice warm bed feels good about now with you inside cuddling with me."

He didn't care who saw or heard since he was too drunk and horny to care right now. Everyone else was doing the same anyway.

"you leave warmth behind that I can still feel." Ziggy sighs out the words as he nuzzles into Mick. The Anthean wrapped his arms around his lover to stroke his back while he tried to catch his breath. This felt so good.

Then Ziggy was giggling. "You're not the only one naked. I think they're all too busy to notice your pants are off." Ziggy groaned and gave Mick a gentle kiss. "You'll need to get dressed before we can go back to our bed. I think some of them are passed out naked here."

He had a vague feeling of the others as his mind lost its extreme focus on Mick and opened back to the whole room.

"Do you mean when I cum it's nice and warm inside you? That's erotic and so fucking hot, love."

Mick held Ziggy close, just enjoying the scent of the Anthean and the smell of sex around them both. The blond sighed happily and then giggled since he was still smashed after drinking all those Creamy Pussy cocktails. How many did he drink? He lost count after three.

"I'd better pull my pants up otherwise Robert might have a heart attack seeing my naked ass get into the limo. But then he's seen it all before, hasn't he? Poor bastard."

He pressed a kiss to Ziggy's lips and then nuzzled into his lover's neck. It would be prudent for Mick to pull his pants on before leaving the posh bar.

"Yes, I can feel it because you're so much warmer." It was hot and lingering. It was one of those things that sometimes drive him to want a round two. They should probably both get dressed but Ziggy is enjoying the afterglow.

"Robert left with the punks." Ziggy had noticed, not because he looked but the spike in aggression and lust in the room when they had started to leave. Good for them. It seemed that everyone was getting a work out tonight. Ziggy yawns as the rest of the room fades into his empathy. He can feel Joe and Aarne, and Billy and Rik, sleepy and satiated. The emotions working on him.

"I think it's fucking sexy that you find my cum hot inside of you."

Mick couldn't help but giggle a little since he was still trashed from all the cocktails and the feeling of after glow from sex. That always felt good. He didn't want to get up and get dressed, instead he wanted to lay with Ziggy naked all night here in this chair. But, he knew they couldn't just sit here forever.

"You feel so good just here in my lap, mate. They left with the limo? Oh bloody hell---that means we can't go back to the hotel."

Softly stroking Ziggy's hair, Mick sighed and nuzzled into his lover's cooler neck.

"That's why it's so easy to get me horny again after we fuck. I'm still thinking about it because I can still feel you." Ziggy curled himself into Mick's lap despite the human feeling hot to the touch.

"We could get a taxi." Ziggy mentions with a relaxed sigh. He is in no rush to get up.

"Mmm---you always make me feel so horny, love. Just feeling your cool long body up against mine. I'm addicted to you and I fucking love it. You're my rock and roll bitch."

Mick nuzzled up to Ziggy's ear and kissed it gently. A taxi? Then, they'd have to get up and move and that sounded like too much effort since the guitarist was smashed and tired. All he wanted was to lay with his Anthean in the bar all night.

"Don't want to move. I want to lay with you here all night."

His large hands caressing along Ziggy's legs as he held his girlfriend close.

Ziggy leaned into Mick's shoulder, laying his head there. "I've been your bitch since the first time I touched you at the audition."

The Anthean sighed at the kiss and wrapped his arms around Mick. "Why don't we go over to the more comfortable chairs or the couch where you can lay down?"

It wasn't too far and if he admitted it, the idea of Mick carrying him after fucking him senseless was hot as hell.

"You're my rock and roll bitch and Moonage Wetdream."

Mick smiled drunkenly as he looked behind to wear Ziggy was meaning and nodded. The comfortable chairs seemed a good bet for them to lay with one another. The guitarist was tired enough that he would pass out with his Anthean next to him. Moving to lift Ziggy up, he carried his lighter lover over to the chairs and set him down softly. Such a beautiful sight.

"I love seeing you naked, love."

It was all Mick could manage sleepily as he laid down next to Ziggy and slipped both strong arms around his girlfriend's lighter frame as he closed his eyes and was soon snoring.

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