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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.

"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.

"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.

"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.

"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.

"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.

"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?

"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.

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.

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.

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.

Aarne had come in with ulterior motives, partially. Of course, like everyone else he needed to relieve himself but then after a quick handwash he bounded up on the stall wall, wedging between the ceiling and the top, laughing his ass off. He knew what was up. He had heard a bit of sound and the dashing. From his perch up on the wall where the two stalls and their doors met he looked down on the Swede, laughing even more.

"Ska jag få in Robert här? Du kan bli sugen eller jag vet att du vill ha den kuk upp mot väggen." At least he had the decency to tease the guitarist in a language the others in here wouldn't understand. Aarne let his legs swing, one hanging in the stall with Erik and the other on the outside, hands pressed on the edge of the wall to hold himself up on his perch.

Erik heard the jumping and wondered what the hell was going on and then he looked up. Oh god. He looked up and saw Aarne perched up high resting on the stalls somehow jamming himself against the wall with those long legs of his. The Swede near fell into the toilet with fright.

"Herregud, Aarne! Vad fan!---"

All the curse words slipped from the guitarist's lips as he grabbed the toilet roll stuffing in front of his crotch, feeling his cheeks turn as red as a tomato. He had been found out by the Fin! Of course he had. Shit. The running and the urgency---it hadn't been missed. His heart hammering inside of his chest, he was wide-eyed and like a deer in the headlights. Weird and Mick were laughing but had left, not understanding what the Fin was saying.

"Nej, Robert... han----vi mår bra! Inget jävla, inte här. Vi är inte redo än."

The swearing only got more laughter from the perched drummer. Oh, how he loved causing this kind of trouble.

"Du ser redo ut!" Aarne taunted from his perch. "Skulle du inte hellre att han var här inne med munnen istället för din hand?"

Aarne was about to say more when the door opened again. He looked up and half expected to see Joe, instead he just starts laughing.

"What the bloody hell are you doing up there?" Robert scolded him for invading privacy, which was the only possible reason for the Fin to be up there by a closed door.

Aarne looked down at Erik barely able to stop his laughing enough to talk.

"Jag kan be honom att hjälpa."

Aarne, no doubt, was loving every second of the Swede's embarrassing situation. Caught with his pants down at his ankles and his cock out. Literally. The Swede just looked up at the Fin and offered a middle finger before giggling at the whole situation. He was busted so he might as well try to make light of it all. It wasn't like Robert was going to waltz into the bathroom himself and find them.

Oh god. He was.

"Robert! Shit!----Aarne....fuck---"

The Swede panicked and could hear the Brit's voice from outside his stall wondering what the hell Aarne was doing high up. The crazy Fin. Erik tried to breathe normally but he couldn't because of the Fin's words. The lewd words which caused the guitarist to blush even harder.

"Nej, fråga honom inte! Aarne, gå ner och försvinn. Gå och hitta Joe."

Aarne giggled and laid down on the top of the wall to bury his face in his hands, hair everywhere and shaking with laughter.

"Nej. Du borde komma ut och titta på hans kuk." Aarne told the Swede looking down at him and then watched Robert washing his hands. "Jag ska prata med honom om dig."

Aarne was still laughing too hard to get down from the wall when Robert turned around. "You have no sense of decorum."

Aarne laughs and shakes his head at the Brit. "I'm trying to help him."

"With what?" Robert asked and immediately sent Aarne into such laughter he almost fell into the stall off the wall. This was a riot.

"Ska jag berätta vad du behöver hjälp med?" He asked Erik once he had his balance.

What a fucking shit show.

Erik was utterly speechless at Aarne's comments about Robert and his cock. How could it get any worse than this? He was flushed red with embarrassment and now the Fin was pissing himself with laughter because poor Robert couldn't understand what was being said. It was better that he didn't.

"Nej! Säg inget till honom! Din smutsiga slyna. Det är privat mellan oss. Åh fan..."

What was the Swede to do? Aarne waiting to tell Robert in English about the guitarist's "situation." Oh god.

"Nothing." Aarne laughs and waves Robert off. "His zipper got stuck."

It was a worthwhile and at least believable excuse, one that would also have the drummer laughing. Robert seems to buy the excuse and leave.

"Erik, om du fick det så illa borde du åtminstone gosa honom i framsätet eller något. Han är för vacker för att du ska vara här med handen medan du kan röra vid honom." Aarne asks a little more seriously. "Du har all denna tid ensam med honom. Prova något åtminstone."

Aarne finally hopped down off the wall giggling on the other side. "Jag kommer att distrahera alla så att du kan få ut allt innan du måste gå tillbaka i bilen med honom." Aarne might be a teaser but he's not without compassion. The poor Swede must be out of his mind spending hours with nothing to stare at but the man he wants.

The old zipper got stuck line. It should get Robert off the scent as Erik now heard the Brit leave the toilet. Gods, the guitarist's nerves were shot to hell. He still had his cock in his hand hidden behind the toilet roll as he looked up at the Fin. Still using his mother tongue just in case other band members barged in.

"Jag vill. Jag är verkligen orolig att jag ska slå honom eller se påträngande ut. Fan, jag vill kyssa läpparna och nuzzle det håret. Bara---- drottningen!"

Erik knew that he had the best seat in the limo right now and had to at least show Robert how much he cared, even if this meant just going for it all. Kissing him or cuddling. The Swede wanted it all.

"Du är en smutsig bitch, men jag älskar det du försöker göra, Aarne. Inte undra på att Joe älskar dig."

The Swede giggled and wondered if he shouldn't just jerk off once Aarne had left.

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Aarne felt sympathy for Erik all the sudden and a little guilty over teasing him so badly. "Jag märkte att han sitter nära Tom och de är inte jävla."

That was an honest encouragement to help a friend. He liked Erik a lot. He was pretty crazy and the Fin liked that there were more crazy people around.

"Inget extremt. Bara sitta nära eller ..... eller du ska somna om honom .. falska somna om honom. Se vad han gör. Jag slår vad om att du vaknar glad." He smiles to himself and washes his hands again. "Han älskar att jag älskar honom och bryr sig inte om vem fan ser det."

Still giggling he walked toward the door and called over his shoulder. "Don't get anything important stuck!"

"Jag vet. Att bara kela med honom är allt jag vill ha. Att känna hans värme nära mig och hans hår kittla mitt ansikte."

Erik wasn't shy in telling Aarne what he wanted to do with Robert because he'd been admiring him for over two weeks or so now and just wanted that closeness. He knew not to push it too far though. The Fin was endearing and it caused the Swede to giggle softly, knowing he was trying to help.

"Okej. Jag ska försöka meddela dig om något händer. Låt mig rycka iväg i fred!"

He removed the toilet roll and turned away from the Fin, hoping he would go, which he did. As soon as the door closed, Erik closed his eyes, thought of Robert and quickly brought himself off with a gasp, moan and rush of hot seed over his fingers. Cleaning himself up, he washed his hands and then walked back to the limo. His heart hammering inside his chest as he pushed his hair back and made sure his zipper was done up.

"Jag gör galna saker mot honom. Jag hoppar på hans rygg eller sitter bara i hans knä ibland. Kanske kan du komma undan med något roligt?"

Aarne figured that a lot of crazy platonic things might fly even if Robert had figured out that the Swede was hot for him. They all harassed the limo driver now and then.

Aarne did keep his promise too. Climbing up into one of the trees near the bath house he started pelting people with acorns that he pulled out of the tree. Targeting the ones that would cause the most ruckus, the punks and Gilly. Maybe Joe would come up and join him or Rik, but no one was going to notice how long Erik was in there at this rate.

Erik was soon out of the building and outside in the fresh air, wondering what Aarne had got to. It was then he heard a screech as Gilly slapped the side of his neck and looked up, as if searching for something that hit him. Hunter frowned and then went to check out his lover's neck, gasping when he felt a hard stone or something hit him in the back of the head.

The Swede looked up and noticed the Fin in the trees. Of course. Smirking to himself he knew Aarne was doing this to distract everyone. For good reason. The tart kicked off blaming either Viktor or Vars for throwing things. Oh, that would be good. Then, the punks had a load of acorns hurled at them because Joe had climbed up to join his lover in the chaos. The Trash Twins.

Walking back to the limo, Erik quickly sat back inside, pulling out a smoke and lighting up, feeling his nerves quicken his actions a little. Fuck. He wanted Robert. That was all there was to it. Listening to Aarne's words in the back of his head, he smoked and waited for Robert to get back into the limo. What would happen next would be anyone's guess.

Robert saw it start and was about to intervene like Tom would but then just gave up when he saw Rik climbing the tree too. It was like a bunch of twelve year olds in a park. After a moment he shook his head and walked away to let them burn off some energy. He saw Damien and Zack finally sitting a ways away at a picnic table eating and playing with each other's hair. At least they weren't too chaotic unless someone bothered Zack.

He glanced back at the madness of the acorn throwing and figured he'd let it go on unless someone got hurt. He's sure the Spiders probably wouldn't get too involved either. He didn't see them but they were around, if not already in the back quietly talking. He opened the door and got in laughing a bit as he looked over at Erik.

"Does he always harass you too?" He asked in regards to the drummer and whatever craziness was going on in the bathroom because he didn't buy that zipper line much at all.

What chaos outside with Gilly screeching thinking he'd been stung by a bee or wasp. Joe giggling up high in the tree with Rik and now Billy joining his Dane up high to chuck acorns at the punk. Hunter offering a bitch face at whoever or whatever was attacking his sensitive drummer. It was a laugh.

Glancing out the window at the madness outside, Erik laughed and shook his head. This was to be expected for the rock stars who were obviously glad to burn off energy after riding for so many hours. The Swede swallowed and then stubbed his smoke out in the ash tray by the passenger seat.

"Not always but Aarne is a good man really. He just likes to play jokes on us all I think. My zipper got stuck and I had my cock out. He found it hilarious."

Would Robert buy it? The guitarist found himself just staring with wide eyes at Robert who was now so close he could almost touch him. That hair---just inches away from his finger tips.