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?"