ziggyplayedguitar | The Terror Tour

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.

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