It Won't Make it to Lunchtime
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suomi_thunderFor Smut Prompt 61: “If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.”
Aarne had been away or rather the day before he had gone out searching for a leather shop with Vars that turned into a night and wee into the hours of the morning bar hopping in the strip. They hadn’t intended to but with all the new people Vars and Aarne hadn’t had any time to just be around each other, apparently it was missed by both musicians.
By the time they rolled into the hotel Aarne was desperate for a shower and to tease Joe with what he had bought while out. Joe wasn’t in the room and figured he was drinking with the others somewhere. The Fin appreciated that Joe wasn’t jealous of his desire to spend time with his bandmates, even if Aarne didn’t think he would tolerate the same from strangers.
He took his time, long shower, fixing his hair, and doing his makeup. Then he squirmed into his new outfit, or as Vars had called it, barely clothing. The short black leather hot pants so tight that even Aarne’s slender frame had to squirm a little to get into them. They had diamonds cut out of the side filled with black rose lace which left just enough skin showing through. Then he put on several net tank tops in reds and black tones, and all ripped in different ways and a leather collar, also bought earlier in the day. The last thing was his red leather boots that he knew turned Joe’s head on a normal day. Standing in front of the mirror, Aarne giggled. This was going to be perfect.
Now to find the Brit. Aarne walked down the hall listening for Joe’s voice, but eventually ran into Tom who said they were down in the hotel bar. The drummer snuck down to the bar and scoped it out. Joe was sitting with several others at a booth then beyond them, some of the Danes. This was too perfect!
Aarne stepped into the bar and some people looked, heels clicking on the tile floor as he walked toward Joe. The bassist looked up. Aarne saw him try to speak before the Brit’s jaw dropped. He didn’t even look like he was breathing any longer. Aarne didn’t stop, just smiled at him and walked by toward the Danes. Even so he could hear the telltale sound of leather squeaking on cheap bar seats as Joe shifted to watch him walk by. Aarne glanced back to see Joe staring and instantly blushed. It wasn’t easy to get the Fin to blush but that look of pure lust and attraction that the Brit had was enough.
Aarne walked over and bent down to tickle Rik though Torden choked on his drink. The outfit really was something else, Aarne knew it and could feel people staring, particularly, he imagined, because he looked so feminine at the moment.
“I want a pair of those.” Mikkel glanced up with a smile. Aarne liked the young Dane because they had some things in common, including both dating dark haired bassists. He leaned down, ass up in the air, as he talked to Mikkel about the shop he and Vars had gone to, laughing about how he should get his Daddy to buy him a pair. Aarne didn’t care if Sigurd was sitting there or not. He was going to say whatever he wanted. The young blonde’s eyes went wide just as Aarne felt himself get grabbed around his waist. He didn’t need to be told who it was because he could feel it in the touch, the way he was held and the crotched rubbing roughly against his ass.
“Joe.” Aarne gasped the name because this was exactly what he wanted. Not just to look good but to rile Joe up. “Do you like them?” He asked while leaning back into his lover.
“If you don’t change these, I’ll have them around your ankles by lunchtime.” Joe threatened before biting Aarne’s shoulder.
The Danes started laughing and Ansgar corrected. “I think you mean breakfast.”
“Those aren’t lasting until lunchtime.” Torden added with a snicker. It was true. It was about five in the morning and Joe wasn’t going to leave them on that long. Not that either of the dark-haired lovers were paying much attention to the Danes.
Joe had tried to shove his hands down in the shorts, but they were too tight. Aarne giggling more and more as he felt Joe getting harder behind him. These shorts were perfect. His hips wiggled against Joe and had the Brit moaning, kissing and biting his neck. Then the rough pull to his hair had Aarne buckling. “I want you.”
“Alright you two!”
Aarne glanced at Robert who was sitting at the next booth with Erik smashed out of his mind beside him.
“Upstairs. I’ve seen my allotment of naked ass tonight from Hunter earlier.”
The older Brit was scolding the two, but it was more humor than any true upset. Aarne slid around in Joe’s arms and kissed him. “Take me upstairs.”
Joe’s laughter was pure mischief before Aarne screamed as the Brit picked him up over his shoulder. It had the taller Fin laughing and squealing when Joe grabbed his ass in the tight leather.
Aarne had been away or rather the day before he had gone out searching for a leather shop with Vars that turned into a night and wee into the hours of the morning bar hopping in the strip. They hadn’t intended to but with all the new people Vars and Aarne hadn’t had any time to just be around each other, apparently it was missed by both musicians.
By the time they rolled into the hotel Aarne was desperate for a shower and to tease Joe with what he had bought while out. Joe wasn’t in the room and figured he was drinking with the others somewhere. The Fin appreciated that Joe wasn’t jealous of his desire to spend time with his bandmates, even if Aarne didn’t think he would tolerate the same from strangers.
He took his time, long shower, fixing his hair, and doing his makeup. Then he squirmed into his new outfit, or as Vars had called it, barely clothing. The short black leather hot pants so tight that even Aarne’s slender frame had to squirm a little to get into them. They had diamonds cut out of the side filled with black rose lace which left just enough skin showing through. Then he put on several net tank tops in reds and black tones, and all ripped in different ways and a leather collar, also bought earlier in the day. The last thing was his red leather boots that he knew turned Joe’s head on a normal day. Standing in front of the mirror, Aarne giggled. This was going to be perfect.
Now to find the Brit. Aarne walked down the hall listening for Joe’s voice, but eventually ran into Tom who said they were down in the hotel bar. The drummer snuck down to the bar and scoped it out. Joe was sitting with several others at a booth then beyond them, some of the Danes. This was too perfect!
Aarne stepped into the bar and some people looked, heels clicking on the tile floor as he walked toward Joe. The bassist looked up. Aarne saw him try to speak before the Brit’s jaw dropped. He didn’t even look like he was breathing any longer. Aarne didn’t stop, just smiled at him and walked by toward the Danes. Even so he could hear the telltale sound of leather squeaking on cheap bar seats as Joe shifted to watch him walk by. Aarne glanced back to see Joe staring and instantly blushed. It wasn’t easy to get the Fin to blush but that look of pure lust and attraction that the Brit had was enough.
Aarne walked over and bent down to tickle Rik though Torden choked on his drink. The outfit really was something else, Aarne knew it and could feel people staring, particularly, he imagined, because he looked so feminine at the moment.
“I want a pair of those.” Mikkel glanced up with a smile. Aarne liked the young Dane because they had some things in common, including both dating dark haired bassists. He leaned down, ass up in the air, as he talked to Mikkel about the shop he and Vars had gone to, laughing about how he should get his Daddy to buy him a pair. Aarne didn’t care if Sigurd was sitting there or not. He was going to say whatever he wanted. The young blonde’s eyes went wide just as Aarne felt himself get grabbed around his waist. He didn’t need to be told who it was because he could feel it in the touch, the way he was held and the crotched rubbing roughly against his ass.
“Joe.” Aarne gasped the name because this was exactly what he wanted. Not just to look good but to rile Joe up. “Do you like them?” He asked while leaning back into his lover.
“If you don’t change these, I’ll have them around your ankles by lunchtime.” Joe threatened before biting Aarne’s shoulder.
The Danes started laughing and Ansgar corrected. “I think you mean breakfast.”
“Those aren’t lasting until lunchtime.” Torden added with a snicker. It was true. It was about five in the morning and Joe wasn’t going to leave them on that long. Not that either of the dark-haired lovers were paying much attention to the Danes.
Joe had tried to shove his hands down in the shorts, but they were too tight. Aarne giggling more and more as he felt Joe getting harder behind him. These shorts were perfect. His hips wiggled against Joe and had the Brit moaning, kissing and biting his neck. Then the rough pull to his hair had Aarne buckling. “I want you.”
“Alright you two!”
Aarne glanced at Robert who was sitting at the next booth with Erik smashed out of his mind beside him.
“Upstairs. I’ve seen my allotment of naked ass tonight from Hunter earlier.”
The older Brit was scolding the two, but it was more humor than any true upset. Aarne slid around in Joe’s arms and kissed him. “Take me upstairs.”
Joe’s laughter was pure mischief before Aarne screamed as the Brit picked him up over his shoulder. It had the taller Fin laughing and squealing when Joe grabbed his ass in the tight leather.