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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.

Edited Date: 2021-08-08 08:12 pm (UTC)

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.

Robert still didn't buy it completely, not all of it, but laughed anyway. "I think he's seen everyone naked at this point. Aarne is bloody crazy but he'd kill to keep everyone else happy, I think."

Robert admired that about the Scandinavians. They would, any one of them, fight to keep anyone else happy or safe, no hesitation. It was a quality Robert admired in them through all the insanity. Robert set his coffee into the center console to watch the chaos outside.

Something had gone down and now Vars was pelting Viktor which was going to end up in a fight, not a real fight for sure. The punks liked to get that rowdy. The other 4 up in the tree being crazy. Aarne was climbing higher with Rik in tow. As long as no one fell. That would be bad.

"Aarne is a good person as are all the bands, even the punks. They defend each other with fire and spirit. Ziggy cuts a bitch at anyone who might insult the tart, Weird or his blond boy."

They really were like a family and Erik loved this about the bands. Hunter had filled in the guitarist over the phone before he arrived in New York but seeing it first hand---nothing could replace that. This was it. He'd have to act somehow due to Aarne putting on a good show outside with Rik, Billy and Joe joining in. Clearing his throat, Erik leant a little closer to Robert, lowering his voice somewhat.

"I really like you, Robert. You're a good man, everyone can see it, and well---I want to show you."

Leaning even closer, the Swede's heart was now in his throat as he gently touched a strand of Robert's hair, ever so lightly, before sliding a hand up to cup the Brit's cheek, pressing an almost chaste kiss to that handsome jaw. Closing his eyes as he did so.

"They are good people." Robert mentions while watching the others outside.

He wasn't paying attention to Erik too closely so the words draw his eyes quickly. He had some hint that the guitarist had some sort of crush on him. Tom had mentioned it to him too but this was a not expected. The touch caused him to shiver and in the moment Robert couldn't distinguish if that was a good shiver or a bad one.

Robert's eyes closed too because as stoic as he claimed to be on his own touch was the language he used for affection, for love, for everything really. His eyes opened quickly though. Pulling back he gave the Swede a questioning look but didn't say anything because his thoughts were a jumble. He wanted the Swede to leave and stay simultaneously and only let out a breath while trying to see in Erik's expression what was up.

Erik was a little stunned at the whole situation now unravalling inside of the limo. He'd taken the plunge after listening to Aarne back in the toilet. The guitarist noticed Robert shooting a questioning look at him. The Swede's breathing picking up and he couldn't help but lick his lips and slide two arms around the Brit's figure, holding him gently before pulling away. Was that a hug? Erik believed it was.

"Robert..."

His breath was short and his mouth suddenly dry. Erik's big brown eyes now wide open and he found his gaze drifting to that curly hair. It was so beautiful the way it looked and the way the strands felt in between his thumb and forefinger. Did he had a hair fetish? It would seem so.

At first Robert returned the hug with a gentle hand on Erik's shoulder but inside he started to feel fluttery and the need to get out of the limo. His eyes shifted to the hand in his hair, watching the fingers in his curls before looking back at the guitarist. He turned to look out the window at the chaos.

"I should get them so we can get back on the road." Robert let out a breath that he felt like he had been holding or maybe it was just that breath that was off. Opening the door he got out as the need to be away from what he was feeling overpowered any sense of politeness he had. It wasn't like it was a bad excuse anyway. If they didn't start moving then he would end up driving well into the night which he didn't want to do.

The hug felt so nice and warm and made Erik all fuzzy inside. He also felt the ends of Robert's big hair touch the sides of his face and that caused the Swede's heart rate to shoot up. Just being so close to the man had the guitarist acting like a teen boy with a crush. Then, Robert was leaving.

"Oh---well, if you think we should."

Seeing the Brit leave so suddenly caused a feeling of panic and dread to well up inside of his stomach. Had he fucked up? Pushed too much and caused the man to panic? He seemed uncomfortable and Erik was now left inside the limo alone and confused.

"Shit."

He cursed under his breath and leant back in the seat just sighing and closing his eyes. Aarne's words going around in his head but not being much help right now. Had he scared the Brit off already?

Ziggy was walking back to the car when he saw Robert get out to go after the chaos in the park area. That was normal but the emotions in the area were not. Robert was unnerved, panicked and his eyes turned to the limo. The panic, sexual tension, worry. It was all over both of them.

Ziggy walked over and slid into the limo driver seat to hand Erik a pack of cigarettes to replace the one Erik had shared when the ride started.

"How are things up here?" Ziggy asks cheerfully though he knows something is wrong. Ziggy was watching Robert go and try to collect the others, much like herding cats from the looks of it.

Erik felt deflated because he really wanted to kiss Robert on the lips but he knew that might have been pushing it too far. Now, Ziggy was getting into the driver seat to pass him a pack of smokes. The guy was really nice. The Swede offered a small smile and took one, lighting up and then sighing deeply, pinching his nose.

"I'd like to say fantastic but----not really. I think I fucking blew it. Jag klantade mig----I fucked up. Robert's just walked away when I kissed his jaw. Damn I---I wasn't trying to push him away I just---I just love him and want him."

The guitarist wiped at his face and then tried to calm his emotions, which wasn't easy right now. He didn't want to appear upset in front of Ziggy, but what could he do? His heart ached and only just now he'd had to dive into a toilet to jerk off. Was that pathetic?

Ziggy was watching Robert out with the others but his mind was on the guitarist beside him. The smile comes faintly when he looks to the Swede.

"Aarne has been trying to get him a date for weeks, but dad said he's notorious for... for playing hard to get." His smile faded a little though. "He has reasons. Can I help?"

Ziggy didn't like the feelings between the two men, upsetting and off. Erik obviously was madly in love and if the breathing and heartbeat he heard from Robert as he walked by was anything he might be going down the same path though slowly, at a snail pace if at all.

"Aarne is the one who sent me a message about hooking me up with this lonely man he knew. This man is Robert. He's the one who I've been going after for near on two weeks or so now. Maybe longer."

Erik was usually good at gauging people and hooking up for fun and things but Robert? He was in a league of his own and was definitely hard to get. The Swede needed help, possibly advice. Anything.

"I need help, Ziggy. Jag är vilse i snön---I am lost in the snow. Robert, he---what reasons? I'd like to think I knew something about the man over the last few weeks but you know more about him. Just---ah. I am lost."

The Swede drew on his smoke and hoped Ziggy had good advice for him.

"We all know that by now." Ziggy smiled wide and shook his head. Of course the drummer was trying to get everyone laid. It made sense with his obsession with sex.

"Well." Ziggy bit his lip and then spoke quietly even if they were alone. "My father and Robert have been friends since they were kids; they grew up with Robert's little brother. It was Robert that was in charge of a lot of the mission, the one where they thought my dad died."

Ziggy looked down at his hands and then out at Robert. "Dad said he changed a lot after that. He doesn't talk about it but I can't help but think that with all of us under his care, it's a lot. A lot for him to manage and worry about." He gave Erik and encouraging smile and a hand on his shoulder to pull him into a hug. "He had a lot when they thought my dad died. I can't say I'd be eager to be that vulnerable again."

He smiled more. "I know where to get some advice though."

"You all know? Of course you do. Well, that isn't a secret anymore and I don't want it to be. Loving Robert is something that I am proud of and it makes me happy. Even if there is an age gap which does not bother me."

Erik didn't care about the whole age thing since he looked past that for the handsome man he was in love with. Sugar daddy? That was more of a joke and he knew Joe and Aarne loved to tease him about it. Yet, the whole thing about trying to get the driver to open up? That was a challenge and at least Ziggy was explaining why this was so.

"I...did not know all the details. Den stackars mannen--- the poor man."

Leaning into the hug, Erik just stared wide-eyed towards the window where Robert had gone outside to find the others. His heart was beating so fast in his chest surely Ziggy would notice. Pulling away, he pushed some of his jet black hair from his face and frowned.

"More advice? Where would this be from?"

Ziggy giggled. "It's less than the difference between my parents."

That was an understatement but if they met his mother she did look in her early 20s compared to his father in his 50s.

"He doesn't talk about it, all of what happened." Ziggy wasn't about to out Robert's attempt at suicide but the scars he wore on his forearms would be obvious if Erik ever got him undressed. It broke Ziggy's heart that Robert had been so down, however, he just grins at Erik.

"Someone who knows him the best." He pulled out his phone and called his father.

"Hey dad!" Ziggy greeted cheerfully and put the phone on speaker. "I've got a question for you."