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"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.

"I think Gilly still believes it was Bees."

"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.

"He's always screaming." Robert laughs because he is used to blotting out the sounds from the rock stars in the back.

"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.

"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."

Sometimes, quiet could be golden.

"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.