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The Terror Tour

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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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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.

Edited 2021-06-30 10:35 (UTC)

"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.

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