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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.

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"We have a couple weeks break after the west coast shows and I was thinking I might go home for awhile before we pick up the next leg." Robert loved hanging around with the rockstars but sometimes he missed the quiet peace of his home and he missed his animals that were there under a friend's care while he was away.

He couldn't understand the two but tone and expression had Robert laughing as he watched. With Aarne riding so close he had to be careful about his driving so he didn't make the drummer wreck.

Aarne was laughing so much and reached back, making a show of grabbing Joe's crotch while he yelled more "Det gjorde jag hela förmiddagen. Varför suger du inte en britt. Du har den där stora kukan där inne och väntar på att bli strykt och pressad i munnen."

The Fin didn't mean anything by the harassment but he could see the attraction between the two in the limo and wanted them to have fun and get fucked. That's what you wanted for your friends, fun and sex.

Robert shook his head while watching the Fin in the mirrors. The two on the bike were such disasters but they were loving and adorable together in their own way. He could only imagine what the drummer was screaming about now. He should really work on learning more of these Scandinavian languages. He nodded to Erik's request.

"I saw a sign for one in five miles." He confirmed while watching for the exit. If nothing else the need to shift lanes would give his passenger a reprieve from the harassment.

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.

May God's love be with you

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