thisisgroundcontrol | The Chaos can't be stopped and captcha is bloody daft.

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Robert decided to start driving before things got out of hand again. At least with them contained in the car the chaotic tornado around Joe was contained.

"I'm younger than Tom, you know." Robert mentions while glancing in the review. Joe must have been doing more than drinking for the look of it.

All he could do is shake his head at the laughter. "Well, either get them up or stop wasting your time. If we get to Aarne before you get them up we both know he's going to pull them off."

The drummer might not even be dressed when he bounded out unless the spa people managed to get him back in his clothes. They would find out soon enough. It was only a short drive.

"You're younger than Stardust's old man? What is he? 50 or something maybe. No idea."

Joe shrugged and then pulled out the bag of coke from his other jacket pocket and began arranging a line along the seat next to him taking a snort. Giggling he glanced up to see if Robert was looking. The whole car often stank of coke, booze and sex. Until it got cleaned after every drive nearly. He hadn't even bothered to pull his pants up until he suddenly remembered he was still sitting in his underpants. Oh, he was actually wearing a pair today. Must be chilly out.

"I might leave the zipper down so peachy ass can pull them down easier once he gets here. Easy access, baby!"

Another laugh and Joe was pulling out the cold bottle of champagne in the booze rack by the passenger door, uncorking it and downing a few gulps.

"Yes, Tom is 50." Robert is trying to pay attention to driving and not the crazy in the backseat. It suddenly dawns on him the benefits of keeping the window between the front and back closed. Less distractions. Robert can only laugh.

"With how fast I've seen him yank your pants off, does the zipper even matter?" Despite all the madness and frustration, the man really did have a mischievous sense of humor, so did Tom for that matter.

"I was right! Old man."

Joe giggled to himself and brushed himself down, noticing he had coke dust all over him nearly. Robert's comment got him laughing loudly as he downed more champagne, feeling euphoric and trashed. Oh was he trashed. In a perfect state to greet his boyfriend who was also probably trashed.

"The zipper matters because Aarne likes to pull it down with his teeth. Fucking sexy that way, honey."

Slumping back in the seat, Joe then turned his attention to the limo driver. That hair! Why hadn't he noticed it before so much? It was all curly and long. Someone must get hard pulling it surely.

"You've got sexy hair, did you know that? I bet you love having it pulled on during a fuck."

"And we still keep up with you." Robert shot back with a laugh. It was true. He and Tom might be older but these young ones had nothing on them. They kept up most of the time even if they didn't get involved in all the antics.

"Are you trying to tell me you think it is less sexy to be naked when he gets in the car?" Robert was looking at addresses and storefronts while talking. "You're a bloody liar too."

Robert started laughing. Aarne was actually sober, or was when Robert dropped him off. It was a spa; hair cut, nails, dealing with the hair he didn't want on his feminine body. The works apparently since that was three hours ago.

"That's what I'm told." Robert looked back at the bassist and shook his head. "That's none of your business, or anyone else's since I'm not about to fuck any of you crazy bastards."

Famous last words probably in the coming months.

"Aarne is always sexy with or without clothes, honey. He's fucking hot! Peach ass makes me so fucking horny with his little jock straps he wears and his long legs."

Joe began sucking the neck of the champagne bottle lewdly whilst thinking about his Finnish lover. Being smashed he was not thinking straight at all and he found himself laughing at it all. Robert being a tease of course.

"A liar? How rude, sweetie! Oh? Aren't you now? I bet you want to fuck someone hot and sexy. Now who's the liar? You want it just as much as we do, old man. Get that seasoned cock out of your pants."

At that Joe just burst out laughing.

"I meant you being naked when he got in." Robert realized Joe might be too smashed to keep up with the intricacies of a conversation. That happened from time to time.

Robert pulled up to wait for Aarne to come out and turned to look at Joe in the back seat. "My cock is stay in my pants. I'm not interested in anyone nor do I particularly want anyone enough to go find anyone."

Robert just wasn't hyper sexual like the Brit and the Fin. He never had been. This was just how he felt.

"Uh...oh yeah! Hah, I nearly forgot. I'm so fucking smashed I can't remember what I wasn't wearing."

Joe gulping down more champagne and still buzzing because of the coke and fuck knows what pills he took earlier. His pupils were wide and large and his voice was slightly higher than usual. Sticking out his tongue, Joe just kicked off his boots and laughed.

"I'm surprised it stays in those tight pants of yours. They look fit to bursting most days. That huge cock of yours flopping about in there against your thigh. Fucking hot for Erik. He's got it bad for you."

Everyone knew about the Swede and his crush on the driver. It was cute.

Robert looked up at the door waiting for the Fin to appear. "I'm sure you won't have to worry about it soon."

Then there was that remark about his pants and Erik but he laughs. "Your pants aren't any looser. You've managed to not bust the seams." He was not above sassing with the rockstars. "He can keep wanting too. I'm not interested in lovers."

That might be a partial lie but he didn't need more of the musicians trying to peddle people at him. Things would be dropped soon anyway as he saw Aarne appear. Boots, little shorts, net shirt, and hair and make up done, nails too. Joe was going to lose it probably.

Joe just stared at what Aarne was wearing and found himself becoming hard already. The boots, little shorts, net shirt and hair. Everything he loved about his Fin was turning the smashed Brit on. Moving to grab Aarne into the limo, Joe giggled and kissed his Fin on the lips.

He just couldn't wait. Robert was right about one thing; he was losing his shit over how Aarne looked. Fucking hot.

"You look so hot tonight, babe. Those little shorts and your hair and make-up. No one better have look at you in the street or I'll smash their face in."

He pouted and grabbed the champagne bottle from the corner, offering it to Aarne.

Aarne pulled the door closed behind him, falling into that kiss. Robert shaking his head and closing the middle window because he knows full well what is going to happen in the back.

All he can do is start laughing as he tugs at Joe's open pants. "Is thsi for me?"

He slipped his hand into Joe's pants, briefly, then climbed onto his lap, straddling him, while taking the bottle of champagne. He tipped it back, drinking while grinding in Joe's lap. They'd been apart almost a whole day. What a crime! He needed to make up for it. Pulling the bottle away he leans in with champagne soaked lips.

"My legs are nice and soft since I had them waxed." He was curious about it and though it hurt like hell to have done his legs were so smooth now. "Do you want to touch them?"

He's leans in pressing Champagne to Joe's lips.

"I'm always your present, Peachy! Ooh, your legs---they're all nice and shiny. Did you get them waxed?"

Joe's question answered almost immediately, causing the bassist to grin and then plaster Aarne with kisses all over his face. The Brit was drunk and high which was usual but not he was becoming rapidly more horny now that he had his Fin on his lap. Guzzling some champagne, Joe giggled and then slid his hands up Aarne's newly waxed legs.

"So smooth! I love it, babe. Want to ride in my lap while I fuck you with my cock?"

This was the first thing Joe had thought about since getting inside the limo. Robert probably knew what was going to happen next.

Aarne purred at the touch to his legs. Joe's hands felt so good, better now that he was hairless.

"Do you like them? I can keep them smooth if you want, doll." Aarne wouldn't mind if it got his lover hot.

"I always want to ride your lap." Aarne pulled away to get out of his shorts. "Should I face you or so you want my ass in your lap?"

"I do like them, yeah. Does it hurt though, honey? If it does then I don't want you doing this for me if it causes you pain."

Joe cared for Aarne more than anything and wouldn't want the man going through agony just to please his Brit lover. That wouldn't be what the relationship should be about. No one-sidedness. The bassist giggled and caressed his Fin's legs once more as he nibbled Aarne's jaw.

"Choices, ooh! How about you face me and ride my lap? I want to kiss you and see you scream for me."

The Brit kissing the tip of Aarne's nose playfully.

"A little." Aarne shrugged at the idea. "I want to be sexier for you."

The drummer had wanted to try this out but there was an additional desire to be sexier for the Brit so he would stay. There was no way to resist wanting to be more. Aarne wiggled out of his shorts to free his cock and perfect ass from the lycra; still in his boots and net shirt.

"I'll ride you." Aarne slid back into Joe's lap, needy and semi-erect. He straddled the bassist's thighs and kissed his shoulder and bicep. "I want you to make me scream until I'm hoarse."

Joe frowned at those words, clearly concerned that Aarne had to appear more sexier for him in some way. Grabbing both of Aarne's hands, the Brit then looked at his lover wanting to put his point across.

"Babe---you don't have to make yourself sexier for me. You already are sexy enough. I love you. Even if you had really hairy legs I'd still love you no matter what. Don't think you have to doll yourself up for me just to keep me. I'm not going anywhere."

Sighing softly, he then pulled Aarne in for a hug and kissed his ear. As for making the Fin scream until he was hoarse? That could certainly be arranged. Smiling to himself Joe then slid his hands down Aarne's thighs.

"I just wanted to tell you that, babe. Now I'm going to make you scream."

Aarne leaned in and kissed Joe's forehead. "I want to look sexy for you."

He didn't argue though, just buried himself into that hug, nuzzling his face against Joe's neck and inhaling the smell of booze, hairspray and cologne that was uniquely the bassist. It got him sighing as he pressed a kiss to the skin.

"I love you, Crazy Joe." Aarne nestled there against his shoulder, straddling his lap suggestively.

"You're always sexy for me, babe."

Joe nuzzled into Aarne's neck and inhaled the other man's scent. Fuck, it was hot. Grinding upwards playfully the bassist giggled and then bit down onto the Fin's shoulder softly. He then pulled the drummer into a heated kiss before offering his lover a pull to his hair.

"You got the lube, honey?"

The Brit was too smashed and high to realise where he put his bottle. Oops.

"There's no one as sexy as you!"

Aarne giggled at all the nuzzling and grinding. It felt good and he rolled his hips in his lover's lap, before that kiss got a moan. The question though had the drummer looking around at the clothes and the limo. The grinding making it hard to think.

"I got you." Aarne took a quick kiss and grabbed his little shoulder bag to fish out the lube. Sliding off of Joe's lap he grabbed on to Joe's pants. "Lift up, sweetie. Let's get naked."

"Glad to hear it! It was a bore before you showed up. The old man is fun to talk to but I wanted you and your sexy ass right here in my lap."

Truth be told Joe was an absolute nightmare for Robert who had to put up with his drunken crap himself. Driving away from wherever it was the bassist caused shit to happen. Where was it that he didn't causes shit to happen? Joe stood up to get naked and watched his lover with lust-filled eyes. Fuck, he had waited for this! Giggling, he slapped Aarne's ass playfully as he stripped the rest of his clothes off. Now he was naked.

"I want you, Peachy."

"I'll always come put my sexy ass in your lap."

Aarne giggled as he shifted to let Joe get out of his clothes. He climbed right back into straddling Joe, pouring lube into his hand and stroking Joe with both hands while he leaned in to kiss the Brit.

"You'll get me." Once he had Joe nice and slick Aarne grinned and started rubbing up against the slickness but not fucking yet. He was a cocktease and loved to be one, especially with Joe.

"Good because no other bitch will put their ass in my lap. Not now, not ever."

Joe gasped and arched up in the seat when he felt Aarne lube him up; the cool lube stimulating his hot cock even more causing it to throb. Just having the long-legged Fin in his lap was enough for the bassist to groan and nip at Aarne's earlobe. Then, he was kissing his lover roughly and drunkenly.

"I always want you, babe. Ever since our first fuck back at that rooftop hotel bar."

Aarne was such a fucking tease! The rubbing and grounding had Joe moaning, reaching around to slap at the Fin's buttocks.

"They couldn't anyway." Aarne giggled. "I keep my ass in it."

He didn't want to think about anyone else with Joe and choose to flirt instead of think about it. He met the rough kiss with heat and want, grinding against Joe's cock.

"Oh...do that to me while you fuck me." Aarne was feeling extra wild right now, wound up tight and willing. He pressed his chest to Joe's, rolling his body against the Brit while kissing his neck and up behind his ear.

"You want me to slap your ass while I fuck you, babe? That's fucking hot!"

Joe giggled and then bit on Aarne's earlobe as he slapped the Fin's buttocks while he rubbed the head of his cock against his lover's entrance. Gasping the bassist then thrust upwards in one go, sheathing himself deeply inside of the drummer's ass.

"Oh fuck! Peachy!--"

Not caring if Robert could hear or not, which he probably couldn't, Joe began pistoning upwards into Aarne's ass, panting and biting on the Fin's right bicep.

"You can always slap my ass." Aarne giggled because Joe did give him a crack quite often. The slap got a ragged gasp from the drummer who was desperate for Joe.

"Pound me." He begged while sitting up, bracing his hands against the roof of the limo. Using his arms he forced himself roughly into Joe's thrusts, panting and moaning from the roughness. He needed this after being parted from his lover. Aarne leaned in biting Joe's neck as he bit the drummer's arm.