Aarne leaned in and kissed Joe's forehead. "I want to look sexy for you."

He didn't argue though, just buried himself into that hug, nuzzling his face against Joe's neck and inhaling the smell of booze, hairspray and cologne that was uniquely the bassist. It got him sighing as he pressed a kiss to the skin.

"I love you, Crazy Joe." Aarne nestled there against his shoulder, straddling his lap suggestively.