Viktor loved it when Vars pulled on his hair yanking it roughly. He wanted to fuck the Norwegian hard or have his bassist fuck him. Whatever. He needed to find a hotel and fast. It seemed Joe and Aarne needed to find a hotel too since they were getting frisky with each other on the bike.

Joe nuzzled into the back of Aarne's neck whispering dirty things whilst giggling. Of course. The hotel room couldn't come soon enough.

Erik yawned and then sat up, pushing his hair from his face, which was now mussed and messy. Smiling towards Robert he wondered how long he'd been asleep and if he'd missed anything in the back of the car or outside. Finding his pack of smokes he pulled one out and then went looking for his lighter.

"Did I miss anything?"