The Terror Tour

[ziggyplayedguitar]

[Continued from here]

Ziggy was happy to bring everyone out to a upscale bar in New York City. This was a celebration of all three bands coming together for a tour. It was going to be rowdy and certainly blow up social norms. He loved it and the others did as much as he did.

The Hammers, The Hell's Angels, and The Spiders from Mars were going to bond over booze and food at The Plunge. Bar, restaurant and rooftop pool with a DJ. It was everything they needed to unwind. He left Mick for a moment once free of the elevator to call up Jack. He was all too willing to bring up a gang of boys and girls and some of the more androgynous Diamond Dogs for the evening. Food and booze on Ziggy and the other bands to pay for their own wants or needs. There would be a whole group of punk and glam Dogs here soon, all young in the 18-25 range which was suitable since that was around all the bands' ages too. Then he went to rejoin Mick and get a drink.

Gloria walked slowly with Weird, worried but glad they were free of the elevator.

"Do you want me to get my own bed?" Rik teased between laughs when he was questioned about his decision to stay in the other guitarist's room. He leaned in whispering. "I like sleeping with you, in any bed."

He giggles as he's pulled out of the elevator, slipping away to wrap his arms around Billy as they walk. It's awkward and he's laughing but this is what was missing for months now.

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[suomi_thunder]

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.

[helland_damnation]

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.

[suomi_thunder]

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.