"Good idea. Even though I don't own a bike I know you need extra concentration when being on such a thing like that. Also, when you have others to look after. I bet you are a good driver, Robert."
He couldn't help the compliment that slipped out of his lips almost naturally. Being a limo driver was no joke and no doubt the man was good at his job. He had to be. Driving around three bands of rowdy rockstars was not easy at the best of times. Leaning back in his seat he then felt something hit the back of his head. Frowning, Erik realised it was a scrunched up ball of paper. Opening it he recognised the writing almost immediately.
Hunter.
Reading it the guitarist glanced back to the singer who was giggling whilst drinking champagne with Gilly.
"I bet you want to slide your hands into his pants and squeeze that massive bulge of his. He wants it."
Fucking hell. Erik just sighed and offered his brother a look before pocketing the piece of paper inside of his jacket. Robert didn't need to find these sort of notes from his teasing brother who just wanted to get him laid along with Aarne it seemed.
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He couldn't help the compliment that slipped out of his lips almost naturally. Being a limo driver was no joke and no doubt the man was good at his job. He had to be. Driving around three bands of rowdy rockstars was not easy at the best of times. Leaning back in his seat he then felt something hit the back of his head. Frowning, Erik realised it was a scrunched up ball of paper. Opening it he recognised the writing almost immediately.
Hunter.
Reading it the guitarist glanced back to the singer who was giggling whilst drinking champagne with Gilly.
"I bet you want to slide your hands into his pants and squeeze that massive bulge of his. He wants it."
Fucking hell. Erik just sighed and offered his brother a look before pocketing the piece of paper inside of his jacket. Robert didn't need to find these sort of notes from his teasing brother who just wanted to get him laid along with Aarne it seemed.