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Birthday Babe
Oct. 3rd, 2021 11:17 amFor Casual Affection 16. taking a photo of the smiling or in their element
Aarne had dressed early and had wild make up on and an outfit that was all spandex and fishnet, skin tight, and now he was sitting on the bed pulling on his boots. He'd tried several times to rouse Joe who managed to sleep through any attempt to wake him up. Now, a pot of coffee, lines of coke, and dressed Aarne was out of control with energy.
“JOE!!!” He screamed it right in his sleeping lover's face.
It brought Joe to with a cry and then rubbing his eyes. “Babe! What?”
“Get up!” Aarne was tugging at the tired bassist who was reluctantly sliding toward the edge of the bed and sitting up. “It's my birthday!”
Joe looked groggily at the Fin for a moment while trying to get a grip on all the excitement. What time was it even? Slowly, pushing his back his hair he stared at the all too obviously high drummer. “Your...?” Then it sunk in. “It's your birthday, Peachy.?”
The nod from the Fin got the Brit in motion though he was still dizzy, hungover, dehydrated, whatever. “We got to go out and do something.”
“I've been trying to get you up for hours.” Aarne pouted, only to have those pouty lips kissed as Joe went to the bathroom. Quick shower and clean up had the Brit back out in the room digging through the stack of clothing. Mostly mixed up because they both wore nearly the same kinds of things aside from colors sometimes and the Fin's thinner and much longer legs. Aarne was drinking more coffee while waiting and bouncing softly on the edge of the bed.
“Ready.” The word barely escaped Joe's lips before the drummer was dragging him out the door and shoving a cup of coffee into his hands to wake him up more.
“We need to do something fun.” Aarne spun around in the lobby looking for some indication of direction then stopped to stare at his partner who was finally perking up to his usual energy level when they pushed out the revolving doors of the hotel, both shoved in the the same little cubby together and giggling. There was no other option for the two wild musicians.
Aarne stopped looking down the two directions of the street. “Which way?”
Joe paused and slid an arm around the drummer's waist. “Your choice birthday babe.”
Aarne headed to the left, hand interlaced with Joe's as they walked past store fronts. Nothing was immediately appealing though food and shopping and drinking would be a welcome beginning to the day. It was still a beginning of the day even if it was well into the afternoon.
“OH!!!” Aarne stopped then started dragging Joe into the street, right into traffic and across the other side. The bassist was luckily awake enough to dodge the cars and bicycles on the street while the Fin was set on something in a Galleria across the street. “Look.”
Joe followed the Fin's pointing as they stood outside the glass wall of the front. Nothing seemed special and that too long of a pause had the drummer yanking him through the door.
“Look!” the Fin screamed without stopping as he pulled his lover on into the main walkway of the Galleria. Suddenly, the Brit realized what his lover saw and felt the excitement get contagious.
“Pictures.” Now Joe was dragging the drummer. The Brit loved pictures, taking them, being in them, and it would be perfect for celebrating the first birthday with his Fin. Joe fed all the cash he had in his wallet into the machine without looking at the fact that near 100 picture strips were about to be taken.
Joe slipped behind the curtain and yanked the Fin into this lap. It was hard to get the curtain closed and the drummer's legs were way too long for the booth. It left his heavy booted feet kicking around outside the bottom of the curtain. Joe hit the button to start the pictures taking. That first one was a kiss that had Aarne giggling but it soon turned to madness. Aarne biting the Brit's bicep and the Brit pulling his drummer's hair. Smudged make up and Aarne trying to fit into the shot when Joe spanked his ass for his birthday. Several pictures had Aarne alone surprised and screaming because Joe had tumbled off the little seat and out of the booth onto the floor. Aarne helping him up and laughing as he held his head after hitting it on the too short ceiling. Joe offering the Fin a surprise bottle of Jack that the Drummer didn't even know he had. More giggling as they fed each other the whole bottle of booze, spilling probably a quarter of it through the laughter and the missed attempts. A picture of Joe screaming in Aarne's lap when the high drummer decided to find out where he was ticklish and refused to relent. A couple lewd pictures were in the mess of them because the two couldn't resist the pull of lust while squirming around behind the little curtain.
It left them spilling out after about 20 minutes laughing and cheeks red and hurting from too much giggling. Aarne grabbed Joe and pressed a kiss to his lips while they waited for the mound of pictures to print. Aarne grabbed all the little strips and waved the handful of them in the air.
“Let's find a bar and look at your birthday pictures.” Joe laughed and gave Aarne another slap on the ass before the walked farther into the Galleria to find some booze, hand in hand and the Fin still unable to stop the giggling.
Aarne had dressed early and had wild make up on and an outfit that was all spandex and fishnet, skin tight, and now he was sitting on the bed pulling on his boots. He'd tried several times to rouse Joe who managed to sleep through any attempt to wake him up. Now, a pot of coffee, lines of coke, and dressed Aarne was out of control with energy.
“JOE!!!” He screamed it right in his sleeping lover's face.
It brought Joe to with a cry and then rubbing his eyes. “Babe! What?”
“Get up!” Aarne was tugging at the tired bassist who was reluctantly sliding toward the edge of the bed and sitting up. “It's my birthday!”
Joe looked groggily at the Fin for a moment while trying to get a grip on all the excitement. What time was it even? Slowly, pushing his back his hair he stared at the all too obviously high drummer. “Your...?” Then it sunk in. “It's your birthday, Peachy.?”
The nod from the Fin got the Brit in motion though he was still dizzy, hungover, dehydrated, whatever. “We got to go out and do something.”
“I've been trying to get you up for hours.” Aarne pouted, only to have those pouty lips kissed as Joe went to the bathroom. Quick shower and clean up had the Brit back out in the room digging through the stack of clothing. Mostly mixed up because they both wore nearly the same kinds of things aside from colors sometimes and the Fin's thinner and much longer legs. Aarne was drinking more coffee while waiting and bouncing softly on the edge of the bed.
“Ready.” The word barely escaped Joe's lips before the drummer was dragging him out the door and shoving a cup of coffee into his hands to wake him up more.
“We need to do something fun.” Aarne spun around in the lobby looking for some indication of direction then stopped to stare at his partner who was finally perking up to his usual energy level when they pushed out the revolving doors of the hotel, both shoved in the the same little cubby together and giggling. There was no other option for the two wild musicians.
Aarne stopped looking down the two directions of the street. “Which way?”
Joe paused and slid an arm around the drummer's waist. “Your choice birthday babe.”
Aarne headed to the left, hand interlaced with Joe's as they walked past store fronts. Nothing was immediately appealing though food and shopping and drinking would be a welcome beginning to the day. It was still a beginning of the day even if it was well into the afternoon.
“OH!!!” Aarne stopped then started dragging Joe into the street, right into traffic and across the other side. The bassist was luckily awake enough to dodge the cars and bicycles on the street while the Fin was set on something in a Galleria across the street. “Look.”
Joe followed the Fin's pointing as they stood outside the glass wall of the front. Nothing seemed special and that too long of a pause had the drummer yanking him through the door.
“Look!” the Fin screamed without stopping as he pulled his lover on into the main walkway of the Galleria. Suddenly, the Brit realized what his lover saw and felt the excitement get contagious.
“Pictures.” Now Joe was dragging the drummer. The Brit loved pictures, taking them, being in them, and it would be perfect for celebrating the first birthday with his Fin. Joe fed all the cash he had in his wallet into the machine without looking at the fact that near 100 picture strips were about to be taken.
Joe slipped behind the curtain and yanked the Fin into this lap. It was hard to get the curtain closed and the drummer's legs were way too long for the booth. It left his heavy booted feet kicking around outside the bottom of the curtain. Joe hit the button to start the pictures taking. That first one was a kiss that had Aarne giggling but it soon turned to madness. Aarne biting the Brit's bicep and the Brit pulling his drummer's hair. Smudged make up and Aarne trying to fit into the shot when Joe spanked his ass for his birthday. Several pictures had Aarne alone surprised and screaming because Joe had tumbled off the little seat and out of the booth onto the floor. Aarne helping him up and laughing as he held his head after hitting it on the too short ceiling. Joe offering the Fin a surprise bottle of Jack that the Drummer didn't even know he had. More giggling as they fed each other the whole bottle of booze, spilling probably a quarter of it through the laughter and the missed attempts. A picture of Joe screaming in Aarne's lap when the high drummer decided to find out where he was ticklish and refused to relent. A couple lewd pictures were in the mess of them because the two couldn't resist the pull of lust while squirming around behind the little curtain.
It left them spilling out after about 20 minutes laughing and cheeks red and hurting from too much giggling. Aarne grabbed Joe and pressed a kiss to his lips while they waited for the mound of pictures to print. Aarne grabbed all the little strips and waved the handful of them in the air.
“Let's find a bar and look at your birthday pictures.” Joe laughed and gave Aarne another slap on the ass before the walked farther into the Galleria to find some booze, hand in hand and the Fin still unable to stop the giggling.