Joe just stared at what Aarne was wearing and found himself becoming hard already. The boots, little shorts, net shirt and hair. Everything he loved about his Fin was turning the smashed Brit on. Moving to grab Aarne into the limo, Joe giggled and kissed his Fin on the lips.

He just couldn't wait. Robert was right about one thing; he was losing his shit over how Aarne looked. Fucking hot.

"You look so hot tonight, babe. Those little shorts and your hair and make-up. No one better have look at you in the street or I'll smash their face in."

He pouted and grabbed the champagne bottle from the corner, offering it to Aarne.