thisisgroundcontrol | The Chaos can't be stopped and captcha is bloody daft.

On the bright side, now Damien had the attention of all of the cops which freed up the others from their attention. Damien took off letting the cops chase him. He was used to this. At least here there were fewer.

Vars grabbed Viktor's hand where he was holding the bottle, not for a drink since he would never drink and drive, but to bite his wrist over the pulse. The bite came with lingering lips before he let go of Viktor.

"I'd ride it right here if you didn't fuck me so hard I can't think." Aarne was yelling at Joe but already looking for an off ramp. The griding against him had his whole body tense. They might all need to stop at this rate.

Robert was watching the madness and not paying much attention to the fact he was gently stroking Erik's upper arm while he slept. Robert had to watch the road and the rest on their bikes too closely to even notice he was doing it.

Viktor frowned when Vars grabbed his hand but then laughed when the Norwegian bit his wrist over the pulse. Fuck, why did that feel so good! The Brit grabbed some of Vars' hair, pulling his head back and biting his neck softly before letting go. He knew they couldn't get too rough since they were both on the bike. Still, Viktor wanted to get rough soon with his lover.

Zack just held onto Damien and nuzzled into the back of his hair after that crazy stunt. It was awesome!

Joe was getting harder each moment they rode on the bike as he now pulled Aarne's hair and kissed his jaw once more. They had to find a hotel. Wasn't everyone getting restless and wanting alone time with their partners? It felt that way. How was lover boy getting on with his sugar daddy back in the limo? Joe was curious.

Erik sucked in a breath then started awake because he felt a light touch to his arm. Either that or he heard a loud bang outside. Didn't he? Or was that just his imagination? Stirring groggily he turned to look up at Robert through sleepy eyes.

Vars had to struggle to keep his eyes open when Viktor pulled his hair. He wanted to close them and do more than that. He grabbed Viktor's hair roughly, yanking on it while he watched the road. They might need somewhere private.

Aarne felt it as Joe pushed up against him, moaning at the kisses. Aarne laughed loudly and moved closely to Vars. "We're going to find a hotel."

He cut in front of the punk who followed them down the ramp and into whatever town was here. Surely they had a hotel that they could get a room in for a few hours.

Robert was watching the bikes split; Damien with the cars chasing him and the other two bikes getting off the highway. He had noticed some of what was going on between Vars and Viktor and Aarne and Joe. There was no sense in following them. He knew exactly what was going on there. Robert followed Damien and wondered where Rika nd Billy were. They were the only ones he hadn't seen yet.

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?"

Robert watched the four take off down the off ramp and into the town. They were unlikely to get into too much trouble and could call if they needed directions or anything. Damien though had a cop car still on his ass. Rik saw him coming up in the review mirror and shook his head.

"The cops." He told Billy with a sigh.

Robert moved his arm to let the Swede sit up. "Did you have a good nap?"

He asks and laughs, motioning out the front window. "Damien is being chased by the police because Viktor set one of fire a few miles back."

Robert is surprised he slept through the booms and all the screaming.

Billy was nuzzling into Rik's hair as they rode when he felt the Dane move his head to look behind. The Brit had heard the sirens but hadn't guessed it was to do with the band. Of course it was. How could it not? Was it Joe and Aarne or Viktor and Vars? Maybe both.

"Shit, the cops? What do those bastards want?"

Looking behind he noticed Damien and Zack riding with the cops chasing them. Oh no. Poor Zack looking slightly terrified but happy at the same time. That Damien was a crazy one for sure.

Stretching his legs and arms out, Erik sighed and then lit up his smoke, opening the side window and blowing a thin trail out into the air. Did he have a good nap? Oh, did he. His brown eyes twinkling towards Robert as he explained about his dream.

"I did. It was all cuddly and fuzzy then it went warm and hot. I loved it."

Rik shrugged at the question. "To catch Damien?" He's laughing as he waves to Damien and Zack flying by at the bike's top speed. Rik wasn't going to get involved but he was going to follow, just in case. Damien had a good handle on the bike for the way he slipped in and out of the traffic.

Robert glanced over at Erik with the most devious bad school boy smile and glitter in his eyes. "Ah... well then it is for the best that I don't understand Swedish yet. You would have incriminated yourself."

While he wasn't sure if he wanted the Swede's affections there was a bit of humor in knowing he was having dirty dreams while sleeping.

Billy frowned. If they did anything to Damien or to Zack the tarty Brit would surely give the cops a mouthful or more. He just hoped the Dog knew how to ride both of them out of trouble and ditch the bastard cops. It seemed Damien was in control and Zack just held on and hoped they'd ditch the cops soon.

That devious bad school boy smile just had the Swede gazing for a good few moments before clearing his throat and trying not to focus onto Robert's crotch. The flicker of arousal was lighting up once more between the guitarist's legs as he inwardly cursed. No, not here.

"I was talking? Oh. Do I talk? I didn't know. Uh---nothing bad I hope."

Of course Erik knew but his past lovers often told him what he said once they both woke up in bed. Feigning ignorance he started to blush.

Robert shook his head and looked out the window at the shrinking image of Damien and Zack but glad to see Rik and Billy. They, for once, didn't appear to be in any trouble.

"You do, a lot." Robert laughed and didn't believe that he was unaware. "What does 'Sug mig, Robert.' mean? You said it more than once." The saving grace is that Robert truly didn't know what it meant but he could always ask the Fin later.

"I---do? Well, I have been told I sometimes do from my past lovers. I just didn't know I spoke so much in my sleep. Åh, skit också. What? Sug mig? It means, well it means---"

Oh god. How was he going to explain to Robert that he just spilled out in his sleep that he wanted the Brit to suck him? Shit. His pulse began to race and his cheeks began burning a deep shade of pink. Drawing on his smoke he giggled a little. This was more than a little awkward.

"The truth is it means someone wants to uh---suck something."

He wanted to crawl under the seat and hide.

Robert could only laugh at the nervousness he can see. It wasn't like people didn't assume that was what Erik thought. Tom and Aarne had both teased Robert about as much.

"Something?" Robert breaks out into a full on laugh that he nearly chokes. "Isn't that suck someone?"

Robert could laugh about it but inside he was knotting up and wanting to run, only while they were driving he couldn't run. Humor was the next best thing for now.

"Something like a what's the word uh--slickepinne--lollipop."

Erik was so embarrassed he pinched his nose and sighed slowly. Jesus, how was he supposed to explain to Robert when he was picking up more dirty Swedish words by the day? Out of his mouth during sleep too! All he could do was laugh rather nervously and nod. The man wasn't naive. Not at all.

"We say some strange things in our sleep. I'm such a loud mouth sömnig pojke---sleepy boy."

If Hunter could hear his brother now through the screen he'd be laughing and being lewd.

Robert thought he was going to have to stop driving for how much he was laughing right now.

"I've been called a lot of things by people but never lollipop." He can barely get that comment out without more laughing. "Is that a compliment in Sweden?"

Now, Robert was playing a little ignorant when he wasn't. There's no way to avoid the laughter and the shake of his head. "Strange to whom? Without the language barriers I think anyone hearing that from you would know exactly what you meant."

Robert's getting nervous though, hands sweating on the steering wheel. He's not exactly comfortable with what Erik had said, even in his sleep, and yet he felt a fluttering tightness in his chest from the obviously sexual compliment given away by that blush.

"Well then let it be your first nickname given to you by me. Also fluffy teddy bear but that is something private. Uh---just my brother and me like giving names to people we like."

Erik's eyes were wide and he wanted to hide somewhere but there wasn't anywhere to go so he began laughing with Robert. The giggling from both men not being heard by anyone else since the screen was still up and thank goodness it was. All Erik needed was Hunter spouting lewd comments from the back. The Brit's laughter brought out happiness in the Swede.

"I know I sometimes snore and I've been known to hit and kick in my sleep. Strange things like this."

He scratched the back of his messy black hair and could feel the butterflies in his stomach.

"What if I don't want them?" Robert asked with a bit more seriousness than his recent laughing fit. The nicknames caused more of that feeling where he wanted to get away from Erik.

It was that other comment though that dampened his happiness and laughter to quiet. Robert had only ever been told he had screaming nightmares and sleep paralysis like symptoms. He knew why and didn't want to think about them. Erik brought up the feelings related to those nightmares, the terror inside of being anything closer than friends. He glanced over at Erik and forced a smile through a heavy breath.

"Most of them snore when they drink enough."

"If you don't want them then I won't call you any. I am just being truthful since I believe in no lies. My brother is the same."

Erik swallowed thickly and wondered if he'd gone too far again with the whole nicknames thing. He knew he would have to back up a little after the whole erotic dream thing. Robert had heard him speak. Shit. He patted the Brit's arm gently and nodded.

"I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable so please tell me if it pisses you off. It won't offend me."

Most of them did snore when drunk just like all the trashed rock stars Erik had befriended over the years. This was a common thing. Offering a rather sheepish smile he let Robert get back to driving as he looked out the window as they drove. He could tell there was some tense feeling in the driving seat so wanted to try and back off a little to give the driver space.

"My brother snores like a train after getting drunk on too much red wine."

Robert makes like he's about to respond but falls silent instead. He didn't want to lie either but he didn't want to talk. He didn't even know what he's feeling. The touch makes him feel guilty about being so standoffish, compels him to find something to say.

"Erik...." He sighs heavily and wonders what to say. "What you're trying to get from me, it isn't the same for me as for the rest of you. I don't believe in jumping into it because I don't want to cause pain." And that was more about his pain sometimes than others. Now, it was definitely about his own fears. "I've never been... loose? like the rest of you moving from one person to another quickly."

He didn't know what else to say and so sighed and looks out on the road, focusing on it because this wasn't a conversation he wanted to have. Maybe he was more private than he thought? .. At least sometimes.

"I don't know if I'm offended." That was the most honest thing he could say on the subject. There was too much emotional and mental turmoil to be certain.

Erik listened and nodded, just trying to recount Tom's words in his head as he took it all in. Robert was certainly like no man he'd met before yet the Swede was infatuated with him and it was more than just for sexual reasons. Just hearing the Brit talk, laugh and walk---was it love building up inside? It was something. Yet, he had to listen and wanted to. This was important.

"I understand, Robert. It is just a clash of cultures mixed with different ways of life. Yet, I like you as a person, not just for a bed friend. Just being in your presence makes me smile. You warm the room. But---I do understand what you are saying and am grateful you also speak the truth. I want to be your friend I really do---just please give me a chance at friendship. I know I need to slow down and calm my loins at times it is just I am uh-- yster---frisky and can't help it at times."

The Swede was learning and hoped that they could get to know each other at Robert's pace even with such a high libido as Erik's.....he desperately wanted to make this work. He was too far in to let go now.

There was definitely a clash of culture, or maybe spiritual views or both and other things too. Robert smiled a little more, relaxing into the honesty easily even if his emotions were still nervous and strung out some.

"I'm not attracted to appearance." Robert laughed a little. "Well, I have limits but appearance isn't even high on what makes people attractive." It seemed important to tell the Swede after all the compliments he'd given on the Brit's appearance. The truth was that the things that made people attractive; honesty, trust, morality, beliefs took time, took knowing someone well.

"I'm flattered that you think I'm attractive." He was even when it made him uncomfortable. Who wouldn't be by a much younger person telling you that you were sexy? "Sexuality based on physical attraction makes jumping into things fast and easy, maybe? I don't work that way. I find people.. their energy or spirit or ... well whatever you Swedes call it... what attracts me. The physical body is less important though not unimportant. I still think some people are too ugly, physically, to get involved with."

Just sitting in his seat Erik stayed quiet and listening intently, wanting to know what drove Robert and what he liked and disliked. Just hearing the conversation become deeper pleased him since this was an insight into the Brit's personality. He'd only known Robert for a few weeks but this---it was what he needed to hear.

"You speak wise words and I do understand where you are coming from. Energy and spirit? Yes, I think ande och energi is what you mean. Perhaps soul too? The person's insides how his heart beats and how he sees the world. I am trying to understand and think I am?"

Erik frowned a little but was nodding and listening oh so much. The English he could pick up and trying to make it out in his head what Robert meant. So, he was a spiritual man. This pleased the Swede who was also spiritual himself being a Pagan.

"Both Hunter and myself we are Pagan and worship Freyr. He is the god of virility, peace and prosperity, with sunshine and fair weather, and with good harvest. I do understand what you mean by in here."

Gently touching Robert's chest where is heart is, quickly pulling back as to not put the man off.

He repeated the Swedish words under his breath while listening. Even native English speakers had to struggle with his ideas of attraction sometimes so he's keeping the conversation slow.

"Yes. Who a person is, that is more important to me than what they look like." He confirmed, reiterating so there's not confusion. Turning to talk of religion is easier and the touch to emphasize doesn't bother him at all.

"I'm Agnostic but my spiritual beliefs are... hmm.. more like Aarne's when it comes to views on Nature and people." The comfort comes back to Robert and the nervousness fades as he explains more. "The term is agnostotheism; spirituality but believing that God or gods are unknowable or undefinable so I don't follow religious doctrines or faith of any kind though I do believe in most spiritual parts of religious ideals."

"I think I am beginning to understand you better, Robert. Getting there a little slowly because of the language barrier but your word "Agnostic" it is strange but the spiritual side I also believe in. We cannot see our gods because they are not of this world yet they are all around with us always. A calming presence and guiding light. That is how I see it."

Erik wondered if he was making any sense to the Brit but he was trying here. Hunter was better at explaining these sort of religious matters but the younger guitarist found Robert interesting as well as attractive.

"My god, Freyr, he is someone we worship and believe in because he is part of us. How man came to be on this Earth. Our existence is defined by our beliefs."

His eyes wide and his mind going at a speed trying to absorb it all. Was he rambling? He wasn't sure.

Robert's nerves had completely calmed and it's clear in his tone and body language. "Agnostic; a is without and gnostic can be many things but in this sense knowledge of god. Agnostic means that the person is spiritual and usually believes that there is something greater than themselves but they see god, gods or whatever that is to be unknowable or something that humans can't understand completely. It's deep spirituality without religion or identifying a deity in a very broad definition."

He had no problem explaining his beliefs and was fairly open about them. He and Tom had manty conversations like this since, until the Stardust mission, Tom was more Christian and traditionally religious in his views on god. Aliens changed that quickly.

"Everyone's existence is defined by their beliefs, and that isn't limited to religious beliefs." Robert glanced at his passenger while he spoke. "I'm not bothered by the different religions here. I've heard of Freyr before from Vars."

Nodding slowly, Erik took it all in, so pleased that Robert was opening up to him like this. Agnostic. He was mulling the English word over in his head along with all what it meant because it was special to the Brit.

"Yes, Vars is also a pagan as are all the Scandinavians here on the tour. We're an odd lot to you Brits but we're friendly and fiercely loyal. Even my brother wouldn't hesitate to throw his heeled boot in some bastard's face to protect you or Tom."

This was the truth. The Ivarsson brothers were very close and stood up for one another just like a pair of brothers would. Their religion binding them into a pact of almost tribal belief which made them stronger overall. Erik just gazing at Robert with admiration, almost like a puppy would at it's master.

"You are a very interesting man, Robert."

"You're not odd to me." Robert comments with a smile. "I don't follow gods but some of the pagan spiritual practices align with mine."

He does laugh at the comment about Hunter because there was no doubt to Robert that the man would pull some bitchy shoe throwing and slapping.

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