"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.
Grunting in his sleep, Erik was having a nice dream about touching Robert's hair and nuzzling into it while they laid out naked in bed together. Just touching one another and kissing each other's warm soft skin lazing about and doing nothing. It had shifted from sexual to sensual as he now rested his head on Robert's thigh, sleeping deeply. As for outside the punks were the closes to the limo and Viktor had been cruising along with Vars for a few hours now.
He was getting bored and wanted to make some fire bombs and throw them at the nearest cop car because that would be fun.
"Mmm---Robert...."
The Swede murmured as his hand moved to rest against Robert's leg.
Vars could tell his riding companion was getting restless. "Want make fire, in bag for you."
Robert looked down and at the mumbling from Erik with a raised brow. He had a good idea what was going on with how Erik was after him. There wasn't much he could do unless he woke him and Erik had no control over his dreams. Robert turned back to the road and just made sure those hands stayed in respectable places.
His attention was more on the punks riding in the lane beside. Vars motioning toward his saddlebags. Robert knew exactly what was about to start up.
"I'm glad you said that. I'm getting fucking bored just riding and watching cop cars go past. Let's light the wankers up, mate."
Smirking slightly, Viktor took the shitty vodka from out of the saddle bag and began making up a molotov with the wick and string attached. He didn't care if Robert and the limo crew disapproved because he and Vars would have fun either way. Man-Barbie and his tart were probably spanking each other right now anyway. Eyeing the road carefully, Viktor waited for his chance to throw it at a cop car as soon as they got close enough. Lighter in hand he was ready.
Inside the limo Erik shifted a little so his hand moved away from Robert's leg but his head inched a little further towards the Brit's crotch. He was still dreaming and getting hard without even knowing he was.
Robert wasn't paying much attention to the sleeping Erik because his eyes were shifting between the road and Viktor making a moltov.
Vars was watching the road for a target while Viktor worked. He wasn't much interested in setting fires. Watching Viktor set them, the excitement from the Brit and the aggression was hot. He slid a hand up the inside of Viktor's thigh while checking out the mirrors.
"On left." He saw the cop car coming up on them and slowed enough to allow the car to catch up.
Erik still sleeping in the car and oblivious as to what the punks were about to do on the outside the shit was about to go down. Viktor held the molotov in his right hand whilst keeping his left arm firmly wrapped around Vars as they rode he caught sight of the cop car coming up on their left.
Perfect.
Time for some fun. The Brit flicked open his Zippo lighter, caught the wick and lit his fire bomb letting it burn for a few seconds as he pinpointed the angle of his throw and the distance. Skilled in this, Viktor then scream "Fuck you!" at the top of his lungs before throwing the molotov straight towards the cop car.
There was a loud smash as it erupted against the side window, causing the car to swerve and near smash into some water containers up ahead.
Vars was laughing as he watched Viktor set to throw the fire. Robert moved over a lane to stay out of the way as the sirens came on.
Then he saw the maniacs coming right at them, the red ducati going the wrong way on the freeway. Aarne had seen the fire and wanted to see what the punks were doing. Riding between the limo and the other bike Aarne screamed, standing on the bike pegs to cheer. No doubt this was the work of Viktor.
"Maybe second fire. Car still work." Or maybe Vars just wanted to watch his lover throw more fire on the bastards.
Hearing Vars laugh only fuelled Viktor on to delve into the bag once more and pull out another shitty bottle of vodka. Then, he noticed the red Ducati speeding up the wrong side of the freeway right towards the punks. Of course. Aarne screaming and Joe cheering from behind but keeping a strong arm on his crazy lover just so he didn't fall.
"I'll make another because that fucking banger needs to burn."
The banger being the cop car. Viktor sticking a middle finger up at the cops who were now banging on the sirens full blast as the Brit punk lit another molotov and threw it. This time it smashed against the siren lights, immediately busting them off and causing a fire to burn on the top. Fuck them! The cops tried to control their car as wreckage spilled down from the top of the car to cover the windscreen.
It then swung sideways and grated down the concrete barrier down the middle of the freeway, spinning out of control as the driver couldn't see where he was going. The Brit punk laughing his head off at the wreck. Flames now engulfing the engine as smoke began to pile out of the wrecked car.
Erik whimpered a little then went back to snoring softly.
Aarne skidded around to come up next to Vars and Viktor. Robert slowed down and veered away from the madness. There were more sirens.
Damien had been behind, almost sight seeing with Zack. His world out this way was bombed out, destroyed or crawling with Ministry. Everything was new despite having lived in America all his life. His own was a different America. However, here he knew what sirens meant. A car flew past him and he sped up, chasing after it. The others would soon see it too with Damien in pursuit.
"Zack, do you have a spray can on you?" It didn't take much to see the fire ahead and know that was Viktor's doing.
Joe loved what was going down and loved that Viktor had started throwing fire bombs at cop cars. Of course. This was one of his favourite pastimes. Zack now holding tightly onto Damien as the bike sped up towards where the punks and Trash Twins were. Robert keeping the limo at a safe distance. Smart man.
"Uh yeah? I always keep one on me, why?"
Frowning and unsure, Zack pulled out his spray can and offered it to Damien, wondering what he wanted it for. The smoke and fire could be seen from miles away as the cops in the burning car had obviously called for back up. Shit. Zack knew this could go down bad if they drew out their guns.
Damien kept the speed up and took the can, shuffling it under one arm while digging in his inside pocket.
"We're going to help." Damien mentioned as he let go of the handlebars with both hands. He used the tape he had fished out to wrap the Zippo he now had onto the can, positioned where the flame would interact with the spray. Then his hand came down and he worked on catching up.
Aarne loved to hear Joe screaming but he noticed the next car coming up. He waved at Vars to look back. Not only was there the car Damien was chasing but another coming up behind Damien. This was going to get bad in hurry. The cops coming up behind Vars and Aarne had the window down as Damien rode up. He flicked the Zippo and reached out, depressing the top to send a burst of fire right into the window. Damien laughed as they swerved away.
Zack was intrigued as to what Damien was now doing with his spray can. It was then he realised what the Dog was doing. Oh. A make shift flamethrower! Of course. No doubt Viktor would be pleased to know that his drummer's boyfriend was so good at making these things on the fly.
Joe laughed and kissed the back of Aarne's neck as he got up slightly and pulled down his pants, mooning the other cop cars now coming up the freeway. They could all fuck off. Viktor watched Damien and Zack and then saw the flamethrower. Hell yes. Seeing the Zippo light up the jet of aerosol caused the punk to cheer and then middle finger the cop car getting sprayed.
"Fuck yeah!"
Zack's eyes went wide but then he too was smiling and laughing at the chaos. Cops were wankers and they deserved it.
Damien was chasing after the car aas it swerved away, leaning in to angle the fire toward the steering wheel so they couldn't drive properly.
Aarne reached back and slapped Joe's naked ass. He loved it and wanted to see the Brit naked. If he wasn't riding he would join the chaos more. Vars too was paying more attention to driving and letting his passenger take car of causing a scene. The punk though was getting wound up and it was more than just the fire and the hatred of cops.
"Hold on." Damien flicked the lighter closed and pulled up behind the cop car while opening up the throttle. He's riding quickly up on the back end of the car, preparing to jump right on to the back end with the motorcycle. The Dogs learned these kinds of stunts to take down tanks and other vehicles through distraction.
Zack was enjoying the crazy but was half petrified that they'd fall off the bike or that the cops would start shooting out of the window of one of the cop cars. Oh shit!---
"Woah---fuck!"
The drummer wasn't expecting this as he held onto Damien with his strong drummer's arms, gasping a little but still laughing anyway because it was just pure crazy shit. Viktor nodded towards the Dog and was enjoying the show. Joe giggled loudly at the ass slap and then pulled Aarne's face around to kiss him passionately on his lips. He wanted a fuck soon.
Erik just snoozing away enjoying his dreams about Robert's body and his crotch.
Damien felt the drummer hold on tighter, popped the front tire and put it on the back end of the car. The bike kicked back dangerously, nearly flipping backward before it shot up onto the top of the car. It smashed the back window, dented in the roof and cracked the windshield before he came of the front, bike jolting hard as it hit the ground. Damien didn't slow at all because he knew the cops would be on them.
The kiss got a moan from the Fin who shoved back into the Brit's crotch. He wanted this but they were driving. "Should I find us a hotel?" Aarne glanced back grinning because that sounded like a wonderful idea.
Vars cheered on the crazy New Yorker. He certainly couldn't do that on his bike. Now they would surely have issues from the police, more than before. Robert better get his checkbook read at this rate.
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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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He was getting bored and wanted to make some fire bombs and throw them at the nearest cop car because that would be fun.
"Mmm---Robert...."
The Swede murmured as his hand moved to rest against Robert's leg.
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Robert looked down and at the mumbling from Erik with a raised brow. He had a good idea what was going on with how Erik was after him. There wasn't much he could do unless he woke him and Erik had no control over his dreams. Robert turned back to the road and just made sure those hands stayed in respectable places.
His attention was more on the punks riding in the lane beside. Vars motioning toward his saddlebags. Robert knew exactly what was about to start up.
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Smirking slightly, Viktor took the shitty vodka from out of the saddle bag and began making up a molotov with the wick and string attached. He didn't care if Robert and the limo crew disapproved because he and Vars would have fun either way. Man-Barbie and his tart were probably spanking each other right now anyway. Eyeing the road carefully, Viktor waited for his chance to throw it at a cop car as soon as they got close enough. Lighter in hand he was ready.
Inside the limo Erik shifted a little so his hand moved away from Robert's leg but his head inched a little further towards the Brit's crotch. He was still dreaming and getting hard without even knowing he was.
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Vars was watching the road for a target while Viktor worked. He wasn't much interested in setting fires. Watching Viktor set them, the excitement from the Brit and the aggression was hot. He slid a hand up the inside of Viktor's thigh while checking out the mirrors.
"On left." He saw the cop car coming up on them and slowed enough to allow the car to catch up.
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Perfect.
Time for some fun. The Brit flicked open his Zippo lighter, caught the wick and lit his fire bomb letting it burn for a few seconds as he pinpointed the angle of his throw and the distance. Skilled in this, Viktor then scream "Fuck you!" at the top of his lungs before throwing the molotov straight towards the cop car.
There was a loud smash as it erupted against the side window, causing the car to swerve and near smash into some water containers up ahead.
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Then he saw the maniacs coming right at them, the red ducati going the wrong way on the freeway. Aarne had seen the fire and wanted to see what the punks were doing. Riding between the limo and the other bike Aarne screamed, standing on the bike pegs to cheer. No doubt this was the work of Viktor.
"Maybe second fire. Car still work." Or maybe Vars just wanted to watch his lover throw more fire on the bastards.
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"I'll make another because that fucking banger needs to burn."
The banger being the cop car. Viktor sticking a middle finger up at the cops who were now banging on the sirens full blast as the Brit punk lit another molotov and threw it. This time it smashed against the siren lights, immediately busting them off and causing a fire to burn on the top. Fuck them! The cops tried to control their car as wreckage spilled down from the top of the car to cover the windscreen.
It then swung sideways and grated down the concrete barrier down the middle of the freeway, spinning out of control as the driver couldn't see where he was going. The Brit punk laughing his head off at the wreck. Flames now engulfing the engine as smoke began to pile out of the wrecked car.
Erik whimpered a little then went back to snoring softly.
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Damien had been behind, almost sight seeing with Zack. His world out this way was bombed out, destroyed or crawling with Ministry. Everything was new despite having lived in America all his life. His own was a different America. However, here he knew what sirens meant. A car flew past him and he sped up, chasing after it. The others would soon see it too with Damien in pursuit.
"Zack, do you have a spray can on you?" It didn't take much to see the fire ahead and know that was Viktor's doing.
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"Uh yeah? I always keep one on me, why?"
Frowning and unsure, Zack pulled out his spray can and offered it to Damien, wondering what he wanted it for. The smoke and fire could be seen from miles away as the cops in the burning car had obviously called for back up. Shit. Zack knew this could go down bad if they drew out their guns.
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"We're going to help." Damien mentioned as he let go of the handlebars with both hands. He used the tape he had fished out to wrap the Zippo he now had onto the can, positioned where the flame would interact with the spray. Then his hand came down and he worked on catching up.
Aarne loved to hear Joe screaming but he noticed the next car coming up. He waved at Vars to look back. Not only was there the car Damien was chasing but another coming up behind Damien. This was going to get bad in hurry. The cops coming up behind Vars and Aarne had the window down as Damien rode up. He flicked the Zippo and reached out, depressing the top to send a burst of fire right into the window. Damien laughed as they swerved away.
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Joe laughed and kissed the back of Aarne's neck as he got up slightly and pulled down his pants, mooning the other cop cars now coming up the freeway. They could all fuck off. Viktor watched Damien and Zack and then saw the flamethrower. Hell yes. Seeing the Zippo light up the jet of aerosol caused the punk to cheer and then middle finger the cop car getting sprayed.
"Fuck yeah!"
Zack's eyes went wide but then he too was smiling and laughing at the chaos. Cops were wankers and they deserved it.
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Aarne reached back and slapped Joe's naked ass. He loved it and wanted to see the Brit naked. If he wasn't riding he would join the chaos more. Vars too was paying more attention to driving and letting his passenger take car of causing a scene. The punk though was getting wound up and it was more than just the fire and the hatred of cops.
"Hold on." Damien flicked the lighter closed and pulled up behind the cop car while opening up the throttle. He's riding quickly up on the back end of the car, preparing to jump right on to the back end with the motorcycle. The Dogs learned these kinds of stunts to take down tanks and other vehicles through distraction.
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"Woah---fuck!"
The drummer wasn't expecting this as he held onto Damien with his strong drummer's arms, gasping a little but still laughing anyway because it was just pure crazy shit. Viktor nodded towards the Dog and was enjoying the show. Joe giggled loudly at the ass slap and then pulled Aarne's face around to kiss him passionately on his lips. He wanted a fuck soon.
Erik just snoozing away enjoying his dreams about Robert's body and his crotch.
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The kiss got a moan from the Fin who shoved back into the Brit's crotch. He wanted this but they were driving. "Should I find us a hotel?" Aarne glanced back grinning because that sounded like a wonderful idea.
Vars cheered on the crazy New Yorker. He certainly couldn't do that on his bike. Now they would surely have issues from the police, more than before. Robert better get his checkbook read at this rate.
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