Ziggy felt for the guitarist and sighed with a smile that had a hint of sadness. "Mick rejected me for a couple years. He ran from me more than once." Ziggy glanced over at Erik and gently touched his cheek. "Sometimes people bolt for reasons other than disinterest."
Ziggy went back to his conversation with his father, flipping on the speaker phone feature.
"Dad, what does Robert like... for a date?" Ziggy heard his father laugh.
"Did Aarne put you up to this?" Tom had a tone of disbelief. Why did they always call him for things like this?
"No, no." Ziggy laughs. "He started this but no. What does he like?"
"Erik is there?" Tom asks and gets a giggling affirmation from Ziggy. "Simple, friendly. Picnics in the park, botanical gardens, farms, art exhibits... no not erotica either or HUnter's idea of art."
Ziggy just started laughing at the comment about Hunter. He had heard a story or two.
This was a surprising revelation for the guitarist who just assumed Ziggy and Mick had kicked it off once they became the band. Who knew that he ran. The Swede was grateful for Ziggy helping him and giggled slightly at the whole situation.
"I know what sort of "art" my brother likes and it's not the sort you go to see at galleries. The art I like though? Robert should like hopefully."
Erik liking many Renaissance artists, Leonardo and Michelangelo being some of them. As for gardens and outside places? The Swede grew up outside and loved climbing, swimming, walking. Just about anything. Fishing was one of his passions too. Leaning close to the speakerphone, Erik tried not to giggle as he talked to Tom.
"Hello, Tom? This is Erik. I would appreciate any good advice you could offer me."
Tom is not at all surprised to hear Erik there with Ziggy.
"Robert likes nature. My guess is landscape art?" Tom wasn't exactly sure but it would be a safe bet. Tom can only shake his head but honestly, he can't help but think it would be good for his friend to have someone.
"If you are going for food, remember he is vegetarian. German white wines and ice cream?" He was trying to think of what Robert liked and it was strange to feel like he was drawing a blank even though he knew the man so well.
"Horses, bird watching..stargazing?" That last one was a bit on the romantic side but eventually Erik would need that sort of advice. "I suggest going slow and letting him come to you or friendly... treat him like a close friend and not a sexual interest."
Nature. This was something Erik also enjoyed so at least they had something they shared. Listening to Tom the guitarist made mental notes and was going to make an effort to just let things blossom on their own. He felt a little better knowing that Robert liked things like German white wines and ice cream. Hunter had stashes of wine so maybe he could ask if his brother would lend him a bottle for a gift. It was a start.
"Ok---bird watching---stargazing. These things sound like something I'd want to do. What about fishing? Is Robert against that since he does not eat meat?"
It was a valid question since Erik was a good fisherman and had been ever since he was a boy, learning in his tribal village when he was young. If Robert didn't like fishing then there was always the bird watching and other activities. Horse riding sounded fun too.
Tom was silent for a time while trying to mull over the question.
"He doesn't mind people around him eating meat but I don't think he would want to go hunting or fishing." Tom was pretty certain about that statement. "Robert has beliefs closer to Aarne. He's agnostic but he sees nature as sacred and equal to man. I don't think hurting an animal he wasn't going to eat himself would be something he would want."
That answered Erik's question and respected Robert for his choice on the matter. In the guitarist's culture fishing and hunting was part of life for the male population of the village. If you couldn't hunt or fish you starved it was simple as that. Still, Erik knew that he could choose the other activities and spend real quality time with Robert.
"Alright. No fishing. I respect that he sees it that way and I'm sure we can find other outdoors things to do. Riding a horse sounds fun since I have not done that before."
It was too cold for horses to live up where Erik came from. Their hooves would surely sink in the thick snow unlike the reindeer who had splayed feet. Riding atop a horse with his arms around the driver sounded like a dream.
Ziggy started giggling and leaned in close to whisper in Erik's ear, so quiet his father wouldn't be able to hear. "Outdoor things, like sex in the woods?"
He had to tease give the emotions he had and was feeling off of Erik. It was all in good fun while Ziggy winked at him. Tom, clueless about the whispers went on.
"You might have luck asking about where he lives. He'll probably talk to you about Sweetpea and Greta." Tom knew that his friend would ramble about his little hermit cottage and he could imagine that being adorable to someone attracted to the man.
The giggling caused Erik to gasp a little and then laugh softly himself, his eyes wide and full of mischief. Ziggy certainly knew what the Swede was thinking and it caused his cheeks to tinge a feint pink with a blush because they were still talking to Tom over the phone.
"Sweetpea and Greta? I will have to ask about these."
The guitarist nudged Ziggy gently in the ribs and stuck his tongue out playfully. The red head was definitely helping alleviate some of the worry and disappointment he was feeling moments ago. Sex in the woods though----that got the Swede thinking all kinds of erotic thoughts. Leaning to Ziggy he whispered back;
"His horse and goat. He treats them like kids." Tom laughed at that but it was sweet and Robert was so caring.
Ziggy was giggling too but responds to his father first. "Thanks dad. I'll see you in a couple of weeks."
With that he hung up with Tom and giggled more. "Blonde hair and pale skin look good naked in the sun."
He knew this all too well from seeing Mick sprawled out in bed, naked with sun streaming through the window. However he did get more serious. "Do you feel better?"
He asked and gave the guitarist's hand a gentle squeeze.
"A horse and a goat? Oh, that is cute! I must see these when I visit one day. The man is good with animals and this pleases me. Those hands of his."
Erik giggled and then began imagining Robert naked in bed with his hand fanned out on the pillow. Oh, that hair. It was enough to make him suck in a short breath and smile almost in a dreamy haze. Then, the call was ended and the Swede was smiling at Ziggy.
"I am sure it does. You see Ronno like this a lot I am guessing. How romantic. Robert must look so sexy with his hair on the pillow."
He was getting ideas.
"Yes, I am now, thank you, Ziggy. You're a very kind person and the Spiders must be grateful for having you as their band leader."
"I know all about sexy hands." Ziggy smiled until it crinkled up his eyes, letting his own good mood fill the empathy and hopefully help the Swede too.
"I do and I can't h Keep my hands to myself when I see it." Ziggy leaned in and kissed Erik's cheek, friendly and warm, before glancing outside. It looked as though Robert was finally getting the cats herded back to the vehicles.
"You should stay here when he gets in." Ziggy noticed Erik was sitting in the middle of the seat, close to the driver's side. He could also tell Robert was feeling more stable as Ziggy got out to get in the back and give Robert his driver's seat back. He gave Ziggy a quick hug, laughing about the nonsense with the others.
Sliding back into the driver's seat he glanced at Erik, still not completely sure what he was feeling. "Are you ready to get back in the road?"
It was something to keep the silence from getting awkward.
"Mick's big hands? I've noticed them when he plays. He's got good finger technique on his fretboard and strumming with rhythm. He knows how to play his Gibson. Must be late 60's model----maybe 67-69? Uh---but enough about guitars."
Erik shook his head and giggled because he could talk guitars for hours. Hunter always used to roll his eyes whenever his brother got into a debate about which guitar played best. Gibson, Fender, Ibanez....all of them. Focusing, he nodded, breathing out slowly.
"I will. Thanks, Ziggy."
The kiss was welcome and he patted the singer's arm as he got out of the driver's side. Robert was now getting back in and Erik could feel his nerves return a bit. Goodness, the man was so beautiful. The way his hair moved when he walked. Pushing his hair back he nodded and tried to compose himself.
"Of course. We still have a long way to go. I am sure you will give us all a smooth ride though."
"His fingers..." Ziggy giggled and now it was his turn to get a little dreamy eyed over things. "'68 Les Paul. We should all sit around, drink, and talk guitars sometime."
Robert looked out toward the ones on the bike while the others got into the back of the limo. "Unless the others start trouble. I saw Joe, Billy and Aarne pocketing handfuls of acorns."
"I like a man who can use his fingers in all the right places."
Erik shot Ziggy a wink then focused on Robert who was herding all the band members back into the limo. The punks, Joe, Aarne, Billy and Rik getting on their bikes. Damien and Zack doing the same wherever they had gotten to. The Swede made himself comfortable for the next stretch of their journey, glancing towards Robert.
"Acorns? Oh, I must have missed that. I was desperate for the toilet."
Desperate indeed. He just prayed he wouldn't get another hard-on whilst in the car with Robert. There was a loud screech and giggle behind as Hunter slapped Gilly's backside as the drummer ducked low to get inside. Of course.
"Who doesn't?" Ziggy says with a laugh while returning the pat on the shoulder. Of course there was ass slapping in the back of the limo when Ziggy climbed in.
"I'd keep the windows up until they run out." Robert is back to being cheerful and his normal self, though his mind was still reeling through way too many thoughts. Putting the thoughts aside he pulled out from the area and headed back toward the highway.
"Good idea. No doubt there will be more kaos going on back there with my brother and Gilly. The tart is so loud."
He smirked and made sure the window was well up as to mute any screaming or noises from the back. Weird was the last to get in, closing the limo door up as he always did. Everyone stuffed inside with Mick holding Ziggy near on his lap, Hunter giggling with Gilly and everyone else sat down.
"Bees? Ah--do you mean he thought he was stung? Those can be painful stings. Does he not like them?"
The high-pitched screeching coming from the drummer annoyed everyone and Erik wondered how his brother put up with it.
"As soon as I met him he started screaming when Hunter even tickled him. Everyone calls him tårtan--the tart? That's what I've heard his brother call him and Mick sometimes. He's cute but my brother loves him so there is that."
Erik thought Gilly was cute in a more platonic way than anything else because it was his brother's boyfriend he was talking about. Ziggy was cute to the Swede too because he was helpful and kind.
"Bees and rats? Well, I think Bonne is cute. I'd like to see what happens if Aarne or someone makes buzzing noises in Gilly's ear."
The Swede was not going to try because he knew Hunter would cut a bitch and slap his brother. Still, it was amusing none the less. A roar past the window and Erik laughed as he saw the bikes tear off into the distance.
"He's not the only one that screams all the time." Robert had Billy and Rik in the back on several occasions screaming from tickling but nothing was as loud or rancorous as the punks. Even Gilly wasn't that loud.
"I'm sure they will." Robert starts laughing. "The whole lot, as soon as the find something they will harass until the end of time."
"Oh, I am sure. I bet you've seen lots of things back in this limo, Robert. Some of an intimate nature too I am guessing."
The Swede felt himself smiling like a cheeky little boy as he looked at Robert, finding his eyes now tracing the outline of those lips of his. Gods, he wanted to kiss them. Now, he would have to focus on not getting aroused and trying to enjoy the ride, which he would, because he had the best seat in the house. As they drove, Erik found himself slumping a little towards the driving seat, just gently resting his arm against Robert's seat. Would he fall asleep on him?
"This is nice. Just being here with good company and ignoring the chaos behind us."
"I usually keep the window closed." Robert had heard enough and didn't need to see it. Most were at least semi-private. Aarne and Joe were another thing. They would hold a conversation while being basically pornstars in the back seat. He simply learned to not look while they spoke.
Robert isn't too surprised to see the Swede starting to fall asleep. Long drives did that to even the most awake people. "If we're lucky, they'll fall asleep soon."
"Ah, this window is a good thing indeed. No one wants to see someone else's naked ass if they can help it. Joe and Aarne being crazy bastards in the back."
Erik laughed because he knew of the "Trash Twins" from witnessing their sexual behaviours and drinking too. Jack Daniels often passed between them both and sometimes on their necks and things. Staring out the window at the changing scenery as they drove through different states Erik was becoming drowsy. He closed his eyes for a moment and then after a few minutes began slowly sliding left towards Robert, touching against his arm and then feeling his head droop sideways.
If Aarne could see he'd surely laugh and make lewd jokes.
"Those two try to hold conversations while they're all over each other." Robert shook his head. "It's a sight that I try to ignore."
He didn't mind driving them, or any of the others around either. Things went quiet and Robert put on some music to pass the time, nothing too loud since he noticed that Erik was falling asleep. While the guitarist's come ons were unwelcome right now, the young man falling asleep was a natural thing that happened. He moved his arm and soon found Erik half laying against his side. It gave Robert no option other than to rest his arm on the other man's side or be incredibly uncomfortable.
Erik couldn't help but slump even further into Robert as he was now approaching a deep sleep filled with images, some of them erotic. Moaning softly in his sleep the guitarist was shifting a little, with his head now resting near Robert's crotch area. His dreams were becoming more heated as it involved the driver's crotch in some form or another. His native language spilling from his lips as well as Robert's name whispered softly.
Gods, if Joe and Aarne pulled up beside the driver's window they would see it all. Erik oblivious to the world right now.
Robert just shook his head at the slumped guitarist. He had told them all to rest up and since the screaming in the back had died down, it was easy to imagine the two brothers stayed up late and were now crashing. At first, he's interested in the talking but when he realizes that it is in Swedish he tunes that out as well. He does catch his name but the fact that it is associated with the guitarist shift he doesn't pay much mind to it.
Robert left his arm laying on Erik's side and settled in to just drive alone and in the quiet for awhile. The only bike he could see, thankfully, was Vars and Viktor who tended to sumply cruise along leisurely all the time.
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Ziggy went back to his conversation with his father, flipping on the speaker phone feature.
"Dad, what does Robert like... for a date?" Ziggy heard his father laugh.
"Did Aarne put you up to this?" Tom had a tone of disbelief. Why did they always call him for things like this?
"No, no." Ziggy laughs. "He started this but no. What does he like?"
"Erik is there?" Tom asks and gets a giggling affirmation from Ziggy. "Simple, friendly. Picnics in the park, botanical gardens, farms, art exhibits... no not erotica either or HUnter's idea of art."
Ziggy just started laughing at the comment about Hunter. He had heard a story or two.
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"I know what sort of "art" my brother likes and it's not the sort you go to see at galleries. The art I like though? Robert should like hopefully."
Erik liking many Renaissance artists, Leonardo and Michelangelo being some of them. As for gardens and outside places? The Swede grew up outside and loved climbing, swimming, walking. Just about anything. Fishing was one of his passions too. Leaning close to the speakerphone, Erik tried not to giggle as he talked to Tom.
"Hello, Tom? This is Erik. I would appreciate any good advice you could offer me."
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"Robert likes nature. My guess is landscape art?" Tom wasn't exactly sure but it would be a safe bet. Tom can only shake his head but honestly, he can't help but think it would be good for his friend to have someone.
"If you are going for food, remember he is vegetarian. German white wines and ice cream?" He was trying to think of what Robert liked and it was strange to feel like he was drawing a blank even though he knew the man so well.
"Horses, bird watching..stargazing?" That last one was a bit on the romantic side but eventually Erik would need that sort of advice. "I suggest going slow and letting him come to you or friendly... treat him like a close friend and not a sexual interest."
Tom felt that was probably the best advice.
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"Ok---bird watching---stargazing. These things sound like something I'd want to do. What about fishing? Is Robert against that since he does not eat meat?"
It was a valid question since Erik was a good fisherman and had been ever since he was a boy, learning in his tribal village when he was young. If Robert didn't like fishing then there was always the bird watching and other activities. Horse riding sounded fun too.
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"He doesn't mind people around him eating meat but I don't think he would want to go hunting or fishing." Tom was pretty certain about that statement. "Robert has beliefs closer to Aarne. He's agnostic but he sees nature as sacred and equal to man. I don't think hurting an animal he wasn't going to eat himself would be something he would want."
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"Alright. No fishing. I respect that he sees it that way and I'm sure we can find other outdoors things to do. Riding a horse sounds fun since I have not done that before."
It was too cold for horses to live up where Erik came from. Their hooves would surely sink in the thick snow unlike the reindeer who had splayed feet. Riding atop a horse with his arms around the driver sounded like a dream.
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He had to tease give the emotions he had and was feeling off of Erik. It was all in good fun while Ziggy winked at him. Tom, clueless about the whispers went on.
"You might have luck asking about where he lives. He'll probably talk to you about Sweetpea and Greta." Tom knew that his friend would ramble about his little hermit cottage and he could imagine that being adorable to someone attracted to the man.
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"Sweetpea and Greta? I will have to ask about these."
The guitarist nudged Ziggy gently in the ribs and stuck his tongue out playfully. The red head was definitely helping alleviate some of the worry and disappointment he was feeling moments ago. Sex in the woods though----that got the Swede thinking all kinds of erotic thoughts. Leaning to Ziggy he whispered back;
"Sex in the woods? I want this."
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Ziggy was giggling too but responds to his father first. "Thanks dad. I'll see you in a couple of weeks."
With that he hung up with Tom and giggled more. "Blonde hair and pale skin look good naked in the sun."
He knew this all too well from seeing Mick sprawled out in bed, naked with sun streaming through the window. However he did get more serious. "Do you feel better?"
He asked and gave the guitarist's hand a gentle squeeze.
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Erik giggled and then began imagining Robert naked in bed with his hand fanned out on the pillow. Oh, that hair. It was enough to make him suck in a short breath and smile almost in a dreamy haze. Then, the call was ended and the Swede was smiling at Ziggy.
"I am sure it does. You see Ronno like this a lot I am guessing. How romantic. Robert must look so sexy with his hair on the pillow."
He was getting ideas.
"Yes, I am now, thank you, Ziggy. You're a very kind person and the Spiders must be grateful for having you as their band leader."
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"I do and I can't h
Keep my hands to myself when I see it." Ziggy leaned in and kissed Erik's cheek, friendly and warm, before glancing outside. It looked as though Robert was finally getting the cats herded back to the vehicles.
"You should stay here when he gets in." Ziggy noticed Erik was sitting in the middle of the seat, close to the driver's side. He could also tell Robert was feeling more stable as Ziggy got out to get in the back and give Robert his driver's seat back. He gave Ziggy a quick hug, laughing about the nonsense with the others.
Sliding back into the driver's seat he glanced at Erik, still not completely sure what he was feeling. "Are you ready to get back in the road?"
It was something to keep the silence from getting awkward.
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Erik shook his head and giggled because he could talk guitars for hours. Hunter always used to roll his eyes whenever his brother got into a debate about which guitar played best. Gibson, Fender, Ibanez....all of them. Focusing, he nodded, breathing out slowly.
"I will. Thanks, Ziggy."
The kiss was welcome and he patted the singer's arm as he got out of the driver's side. Robert was now getting back in and Erik could feel his nerves return a bit. Goodness, the man was so beautiful. The way his hair moved when he walked. Pushing his hair back he nodded and tried to compose himself.
"Of course. We still have a long way to go. I am sure you will give us all a smooth ride though."
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Robert looked out toward the ones on the bike while the others got into the back of the limo. "Unless the others start trouble. I saw Joe, Billy and Aarne pocketing handfuls of acorns."
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Erik shot Ziggy a wink then focused on Robert who was herding all the band members back into the limo. The punks, Joe, Aarne, Billy and Rik getting on their bikes. Damien and Zack doing the same wherever they had gotten to. The Swede made himself comfortable for the next stretch of their journey, glancing towards Robert.
"Acorns? Oh, I must have missed that. I was desperate for the toilet."
Desperate indeed. He just prayed he wouldn't get another hard-on whilst in the car with Robert. There was a loud screech and giggle behind as Hunter slapped Gilly's backside as the drummer ducked low to get inside. Of course.
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"I'd keep the windows up until they run out." Robert is back to being cheerful and his normal self, though his mind was still reeling through way too many thoughts. Putting the thoughts aside he pulled out from the area and headed back toward the highway.
"I think Gilly still believes it was Bees."
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He smirked and made sure the window was well up as to mute any screaming or noises from the back. Weird was the last to get in, closing the limo door up as he always did. Everyone stuffed inside with Mick holding Ziggy near on his lap, Hunter giggling with Gilly and everyone else sat down.
"Bees? Ah--do you mean he thought he was stung? Those can be painful stings. Does he not like them?"
The high-pitched screeching coming from the drummer annoyed everyone and Erik wondered how his brother put up with it.
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"Yes, I think bees and rats." Robert knew about the rats. "That is why Bonne has to ride up here with me."
Robert laughs as he watches the bikes shoot off down the road. That was going to be chaos down the road.
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Erik thought Gilly was cute in a more platonic way than anything else because it was his brother's boyfriend he was talking about. Ziggy was cute to the Swede too because he was helpful and kind.
"Bees and rats? Well, I think Bonne is cute. I'd like to see what happens if Aarne or someone makes buzzing noises in Gilly's ear."
The Swede was not going to try because he knew Hunter would cut a bitch and slap his brother. Still, it was amusing none the less. A roar past the window and Erik laughed as he saw the bikes tear off into the distance.
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"I'm sure they will." Robert starts laughing. "The whole lot, as soon as the find something they will harass until the end of time."
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The Swede felt himself smiling like a cheeky little boy as he looked at Robert, finding his eyes now tracing the outline of those lips of his. Gods, he wanted to kiss them. Now, he would have to focus on not getting aroused and trying to enjoy the ride, which he would, because he had the best seat in the house. As they drove, Erik found himself slumping a little towards the driving seat, just gently resting his arm against Robert's seat. Would he fall asleep on him?
"This is nice. Just being here with good company and ignoring the chaos behind us."
Sometimes, quiet could be golden.
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Robert isn't too surprised to see the Swede starting to fall asleep. Long drives did that to even the most awake people. "If we're lucky, they'll fall asleep soon."
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Erik laughed because he knew of the "Trash Twins" from witnessing their sexual behaviours and drinking too. Jack Daniels often passed between them both and sometimes on their necks and things. Staring out the window at the changing scenery as they drove through different states Erik was becoming drowsy. He closed his eyes for a moment and then after a few minutes began slowly sliding left towards Robert, touching against his arm and then feeling his head droop sideways.
If Aarne could see he'd surely laugh and make lewd jokes.
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He didn't mind driving them, or any of the others around either. Things went quiet and Robert put on some music to pass the time, nothing too loud since he noticed that Erik was falling asleep. While the guitarist's come ons were unwelcome right now, the young man falling asleep was a natural thing that happened. He moved his arm and soon found Erik half laying against his side. It gave Robert no option other than to rest his arm on the other man's side or be incredibly uncomfortable.
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Gods, if Joe and Aarne pulled up beside the driver's window they would see it all. Erik oblivious to the world right now.
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Robert left his arm laying on Erik's side and settled in to just drive alone and in the quiet for awhile. The only bike he could see, thankfully, was Vars and Viktor who tended to sumply cruise along leisurely all the time.
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