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Robert decided to start driving before things got out of hand again. At least with them contained in the car the chaotic tornado around Joe was contained.

"I'm younger than Tom, you know." Robert mentions while glancing in the review. Joe must have been doing more than drinking for the look of it.

All he could do is shake his head at the laughter. "Well, either get them up or stop wasting your time. If we get to Aarne before you get them up we both know he's going to pull them off."

The drummer might not even be dressed when he bounded out unless the spa people managed to get him back in his clothes. They would find out soon enough. It was only a short drive.

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"You're younger than Stardust's old man? What is he? 50 or something maybe. No idea."

Joe shrugged and then pulled out the bag of coke from his other jacket pocket and began arranging a line along the seat next to him taking a snort. Giggling he glanced up to see if Robert was looking. The whole car often stank of coke, booze and sex. Until it got cleaned after every drive nearly. He hadn't even bothered to pull his pants up until he suddenly remembered he was still sitting in his underpants. Oh, he was actually wearing a pair today. Must be chilly out.

"I might leave the zipper down so peachy ass can pull them down easier once he gets here. Easy access, baby!"

Another laugh and Joe was pulling out the cold bottle of champagne in the booze rack by the passenger door, uncorking it and downing a few gulps.

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"Yes, Tom is 50." Robert is trying to pay attention to driving and not the crazy in the backseat. It suddenly dawns on him the benefits of keeping the window between the front and back closed. Less distractions. Robert can only laugh.

"With how fast I've seen him yank your pants off, does the zipper even matter?" Despite all the madness and frustration, the man really did have a mischievous sense of humor, so did Tom for that matter.

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"I was right! Old man."

Joe giggled to himself and brushed himself down, noticing he had coke dust all over him nearly. Robert's comment got him laughing loudly as he downed more champagne, feeling euphoric and trashed. Oh was he trashed. In a perfect state to greet his boyfriend who was also probably trashed.

"The zipper matters because Aarne likes to pull it down with his teeth. Fucking sexy that way, honey."

Slumping back in the seat, Joe then turned his attention to the limo driver. That hair! Why hadn't he noticed it before so much? It was all curly and long. Someone must get hard pulling it surely.

"You've got sexy hair, did you know that? I bet you love having it pulled on during a fuck."

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"And we still keep up with you." Robert shot back with a laugh. It was true. He and Tom might be older but these young ones had nothing on them. They kept up most of the time even if they didn't get involved in all the antics.

"Are you trying to tell me you think it is less sexy to be naked when he gets in the car?" Robert was looking at addresses and storefronts while talking. "You're a bloody liar too."

Robert started laughing. Aarne was actually sober, or was when Robert dropped him off. It was a spa; hair cut, nails, dealing with the hair he didn't want on his feminine body. The works apparently since that was three hours ago.

"That's what I'm told." Robert looked back at the bassist and shook his head. "That's none of your business, or anyone else's since I'm not about to fuck any of you crazy bastards."

Famous last words probably in the coming months.

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"Aarne is always sexy with or without clothes, honey. He's fucking hot! Peach ass makes me so fucking horny with his little jock straps he wears and his long legs."

Joe began sucking the neck of the champagne bottle lewdly whilst thinking about his Finnish lover. Being smashed he was not thinking straight at all and he found himself laughing at it all. Robert being a tease of course.

"A liar? How rude, sweetie! Oh? Aren't you now? I bet you want to fuck someone hot and sexy. Now who's the liar? You want it just as much as we do, old man. Get that seasoned cock out of your pants."

At that Joe just burst out laughing.

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"I meant you being naked when he got in." Robert realized Joe might be too smashed to keep up with the intricacies of a conversation. That happened from time to time.

Robert pulled up to wait for Aarne to come out and turned to look at Joe in the back seat. "My cock is stay in my pants. I'm not interested in anyone nor do I particularly want anyone enough to go find anyone."

Robert just wasn't hyper sexual like the Brit and the Fin. He never had been. This was just how he felt.

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"Uh...oh yeah! Hah, I nearly forgot. I'm so fucking smashed I can't remember what I wasn't wearing."

Joe gulping down more champagne and still buzzing because of the coke and fuck knows what pills he took earlier. His pupils were wide and large and his voice was slightly higher than usual. Sticking out his tongue, Joe just kicked off his boots and laughed.

"I'm surprised it stays in those tight pants of yours. They look fit to bursting most days. That huge cock of yours flopping about in there against your thigh. Fucking hot for Erik. He's got it bad for you."

Everyone knew about the Swede and his crush on the driver. It was cute.

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Robert looked up at the door waiting for the Fin to appear. "I'm sure you won't have to worry about it soon."

Then there was that remark about his pants and Erik but he laughs. "Your pants aren't any looser. You've managed to not bust the seams." He was not above sassing with the rockstars. "He can keep wanting too. I'm not interested in lovers."

That might be a partial lie but he didn't need more of the musicians trying to peddle people at him. Things would be dropped soon anyway as he saw Aarne appear. Boots, little shorts, net shirt, and hair and make up done, nails too. Joe was going to lose it probably.

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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.

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Aarne pulled the door closed behind him, falling into that kiss. Robert shaking his head and closing the middle window because he knows full well what is going to happen in the back.


All he can do is start laughing as he tugs at Joe's open pants. "Is thsi for me?"

He slipped his hand into Joe's pants, briefly, then climbed onto his lap, straddling him, while taking the bottle of champagne. He tipped it back, drinking while grinding in Joe's lap. They'd been apart almost a whole day. What a crime! He needed to make up for it. Pulling the bottle away he leans in with champagne soaked lips.

"My legs are nice and soft since I had them waxed." He was curious about it and though it hurt like hell to have done his legs were so smooth now. "Do you want to touch them?"

He's leans in pressing Champagne to Joe's lips.

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"I'm always your present, Peachy! Ooh, your legs---they're all nice and shiny. Did you get them waxed?"

Joe's question answered almost immediately, causing the bassist to grin and then plaster Aarne with kisses all over his face. The Brit was drunk and high which was usual but not he was becoming rapidly more horny now that he had his Fin on his lap. Guzzling some champagne, Joe giggled and then slid his hands up Aarne's newly waxed legs.

"So smooth! I love it, babe. Want to ride in my lap while I fuck you with my cock?"

This was the first thing Joe had thought about since getting inside the limo. Robert probably knew what was going to happen next.

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Aarne purred at the touch to his legs. Joe's hands felt so good, better now that he was hairless.

"Do you like them? I can keep them smooth if you want, doll." Aarne wouldn't mind if it got his lover hot.

"I always want to ride your lap." Aarne pulled away to get out of his shorts. "Should I face you or so you want my ass in your lap?"

In for a Long Haul (Cont.) - May go NSFW

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"We have a couple weeks break after the west coast shows and I was thinking I might go home for awhile before we pick up the next leg." Robert loved hanging around with the rockstars but sometimes he missed the quiet peace of his home and he missed his animals that were there under a friend's care while he was away.

He couldn't understand the two but tone and expression had Robert laughing as he watched. With Aarne riding so close he had to be careful about his driving so he didn't make the drummer wreck.

Aarne was laughing so much and reached back, making a show of grabbing Joe's crotch while he yelled more "Det gjorde jag hela förmiddagen. Varför suger du inte en britt. Du har den där stora kukan där inne och väntar på att bli strykt och pressad i munnen."

The Fin didn't mean anything by the harassment but he could see the attraction between the two in the limo and wanted them to have fun and get fucked. That's what you wanted for your friends, fun and sex.

Robert shook his head while watching the Fin in the mirrors. The two on the bike were such disasters but they were loving and adorable together in their own way. He could only imagine what the drummer was screaming about now. He should really work on learning more of these Scandinavian languages. He nodded to Erik's request.

"I saw a sign for one in five miles." He confirmed while watching for the exit. If nothing else the need to shift lanes would give his passenger a reprieve from the harassment.

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Erik couldn't help but laugh alongside Robert since the whole situation was hilarious. The Trash Twins outside the limo riding alongside being lewd and crude as usual as well as Aarne teasing the poor Swede. He could make out Joe laughing too outside, offering his Fin a kiss to the back of the neck.

The toilet break was well needed now because Erik's predicament was becoming even more pronounced and he knew he'd have to sort himself out in one of the stalls.

"Five miles? Ah that will do. Don't mind about Aarne, he is being crass."

Robert could probably guess it was something rude due to the nature of the Fin and his love for trash and teasing people. Erik found it amusing but knew that his hard-on could embarrass both him and Robert if it was found out.

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"Of course he is." Robert laughs and jerks the limo over a little. It's enough to get the Fin to flip him off and race ahead to let them be.

"They do this to me all the time when I'm driving." Robert mentions as he gets over to prepare for the exit. Robert had to pay attention to driving for the moment which was a benefit to Erik and his predicament. "Aarne tried to climb in the window off the back of Rik's motorbike one night. They're daredevils."

Speaking of daredevils, Rik with Billy and Damien with Zack, went shooting by the limo at full speed, probably chasing the drummer and bassist for who knows what chaos.

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"All the time? I can well believe it. That Aarne---he's a crazy bastard but I like him. Being a daredevil can be fun as I'm one sometimes. Stunts and pranks are something I used to play on Hunter and my rock friends back home."

Erik was the wilder more crazy brother compared to Hunter, who could get crazy on coke, but was more a mother hen to others. The younger Swede loved to let his hair down, get drunk and get fucked on coke. Then again, he was also a man to enjoy a quiet night in with a lover or a friend. Robert was growing on him. Oh, so much.

"That Rik and Billy---they are fun too. Even if the Brit guitarist's brother is tarty. Hunter loves him so I can't really say much."

That got him smiling as he tried to focus on anything but the dull throbbing in between his legs. His eyes snapping towards Robert and sighing.

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"I like the whirlwind more than Tom. He wants too much control sometimes and you can't control twelve.. 16, whatever it is now, rock stars." Robert might appear calm and collected but he had a crazy streak in there too. Few saw it these days but if Rekker showed up it would come out full force. There might well be another set of terror twins.

"There's a lot of love." Robert agrees. "I don't think the public realizes how giving and happy they all are; stereotypes and judgement come before seeing them all for who they are." Robert had seen enough of the media and talked to enough fans looking for who might be in the limo to know that judgements were passed all the time by strangers. His thoughts at least kept him distracted from Erik, a godsend for the guitarist surely.

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"Hunter phoned me up a few weeks ago to join this crazy tour and I couldn't say no. Part of me is thinking he only invited me here so that he could hook me up with someone. He knows I've been single for a few months now between gigs. Aarne seemed to beat him to it though."

A small laugh and Erik turned away from Robert wondering how long it would be until they got to the toilet. Fuck. He was hard and aroused, thinking about doing lewd things with Robert inside the limo. Breathing softly, he could see the feint outline of a bike or two in the far distance, only specks now since the bikers were racing. Then, a loud scream was heard from behind. Jesus---

"What the?---"

Gilly. A scream and then a loud giggle. Of course.

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"So there are two of them throwing you at me?" Robert says with all seriousness. He's not unaware of what started this all, regardless of his thoughts on Erik's company. Aarne had been throwing people at him for weeks now.

Robert just rolled his eyes and laughed as he pulled off into the rest stop. It had a little food court, bathrooms, maps, and picnic area, usual for these kinds of places.

The squealing broke through whatever more he might ask. The other bikers are there, and Vars and Viktor who he hadn't even seen on the road. Probably for the best so he can claim ignorance of any fires or whatever appeared in the news.

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"Not quite. I mean I don't think Hunter meant to set me up with you. That was all Aarne. My brother just wanted me to meet someone because he thought I was lonely and getting depressed."

Was that true? Partly. Erik was feeling low the last few months because drifting in and out of work wasn't easy and didn't have the rewards like being in your own band. You had to take what you could get and the guitarist was lacking any kind of touch from another. Hunter could tell Erik was getting miserable compared to his usual bubbly self.

"This looks like a good place. I'm pretty desperate."

His hands were now over his crotch as he felt the limo slow. Shit. Should he just make a run to the bathroom holding his hands over his crotch? What if Aarne and Joe saw?

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"I keep telling Aarne I'm fine being single." Robert could only sigh as he realized the other two probably had the Swede actively coming for him. Maybe it was working? At least Aarne had finally chosen someone he got a long with, that was an unexpected bonus.

Robert pulled in and giggled. He knew exactly what that was like to suddenly need to go to the restroom, though he was still assuming the normal reason and not the problem Erik was having.

Aarne and Joe were headed to the bathroom too while Rik and Billy were doing whatever. Robert noticed the punks eating, not a surprise given both of them being curious about American culture and seeming to have endless appetites when they decided to eat. Vars was definitely sober which meant he would be on an eating binge since he barely ate when he drank. Damien and the drummer he didn't see and that started Robert laughing. They probably snuck off somewhere hand in hand to make out, that was all he saw of them usually.

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Erik was no good being single. He craved the contact and presence of another since he found it comforting and it was just how he rolled. A friendly, sociable man who loved to play guitar, paint, draw and experience life to the full, often getting into trouble with his cheeky smile and boyish good looks. At last Robert was pulling in.

"I'm not usually this desperate it's just---I drank a lot before I got in. Fan--- Jag måste gå nu...."

It was all the Swede could utter as he pushed open the passenger door and got out, gasping as his pants immediately tented upwards. Shit! He put both hands over his bulge and ran towards the toilets, ducking behind cover where he could so that none of the others could notice. Would it work? He prayed that it would. No doubt his brother would be pissing his pants if he knew why Erik was dashing towards the toilets at full tilt.

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Robert nodded to him not questioning the reason and not one to stare enough to notice the real issue. Robert got out slowly and went to the back to open the door and see how the others were doing. At places like this he had to make sure someone was with Ziggy because it was relatively dangerous with all the people coming and going.

Aarne however noticed ERik and his awkward dashing. The Fin instantly leaned into the bassist giggling and then leans in to whisper. "He's running from Robert. It's so cute."

He was totally looking to recruit Joe into his mischief too.

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As soon as Erik found a toilet he stuffed himself inside the stall and unzipped his pants freeing up his aching cock. He wanted to stroke himself to completion quickly, as to not arouse any suspicion in the others. His mind was swimming with thoughts of Robert naked, aroused and panting with all that wild hair cascading around his broad shoulders....

"Stop thinking about him. I need to think about the others. Alright, focus, Erik. You can do this."

Pushing the stall door open he peeked out hoping none of the others could guess what he was really doing. Then, the door swung open and Weird walked in along with Mick. Oh god. Had they seen him running towards the toilet from back in the limo? Hopefully not. Closing the door back up the Swede hoped that the Spiders wouldn't be long in the toilet since he really needed to jack off. His cock heavy and hot in his hand, throbbing and aching for release. Erik heard Mick talking to Weird at the urinals.

You doing alright, Weird? Need a piss, eh? I'm like this all the time on long journeys."

It was all Erik could make out as he began stroking himself roughly, slapping his free hand over his mouth as he tried to muffle the gasps and moans. Robert was all he could think about---that body, that hair---his voice, eyes and that cock. Fuck, that massive cock.