Overflowing Trashy Bits

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For Mick Ronno

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[From Here]

Most people are. That's why porn is so big.

I've seen how you look at him. I bet you can't wait to get your mouth all over him.

He was so nervous at first but he belongs in Hunter's bed. They're good for each other.

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Are you one for dodgy porn mags and the like?

[Mick's read a few himself.]

That obvious, eh? His brother once said I stare at Ziggy as if he were an oil painting you can bite.

Gilly was always nervous about his sexuality and often used to make fun of me revolving around my cock. He's stopped all that now he's got his man.

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Isn't everyone?

I've never seen someone give another person a 'come fuck me' look as much as you give your singer.

It's not easy liking men. It's worse when people think you look like a girl.

For Joe

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Don't worry. We can make room service bring more.

He's rough and aggressive. I've seen him tear people up.

You can bite me but I might bite back.

text>>action;

[helland_damnation]

Room service? Yes. They can be our bitches for the night.

See you in a minute, flower.

A few moments later Joe is walking through the lobby of the hotel and making his way down the long hallway to where Aarne was in his hot bubbly bath. Pushing the door open, he smirked to himself and then walked into the bathroom. It was all steamy and there was the alluring sight of the Fin sitting in the bathtub.

"Hello, sexy. It's nice and steamy in here. I think it's time to make it even more steamy, don't you think?"

Joe giggled and then pulled off his leather jacket, pants and boots and threw them into the bedroom onto the floor. He then removed his t-shirt and the many chains and jewellery he was sporting before he was left in his leather jock strap.

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Aarne is stretched out in the tub. There's an empty bottle already and one he's currently drinking from and nail polish on the tub side. He had done his nails earlier.

His eyes are locked on the Brit as he strips. "I've been waiting for you to get in this bath and get it hotter."

Aarne reaches up after he's mostly undressed and hooks a couple fingers over Joe's side strap to start pulling it off.

"You need to be naked to get into the bubbles."

For Minoru

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Aarne lowered himself down on his feet on the ramp, slowly and worried that his boots might get damaged.

Vars is sitting on one with his feet propped up on the other while leaning against the wall. "No. Not madman like Aarne."

Truth was that Vars had some residual trauma from his accident. He was always more cautious than his bandmates, especially when he had been drinking. "Have camera to take pictures."

This may or may not have been Joe asking him to take pictures of this madness.

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He bounced over to inspect the one at Vars’ feet. “Be sure to get some good shots. It’s probably gonna be a photo finish.”

Literally, and maybe nit in the usual definition. No matter how they finished, it was going to be epic.

“Gotta confess, I’m still learning how to ride a skateboard. I can turn and even do some small jumps without falling off, but I’m nowhere near as good on wheels as I am on just my feet.”

Not that it would stop him from trying it. No way.

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Vars put one foot down on the wheels and pushed the skateboard top with the other to let it spin. "Try flat. Fin make crazy board."

"You helped me." Aarne accuses as he climbs up on the board and then looks at the ramp while steadying his balance. "The ramp isn't high enough."

Aarne jumps down to sit on the floor and take off his boots. He's too tall to stand on the board. Stupid low ceilings.

For Viktor

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Everyone can see you and Vars are getting punky-sweet on each other too. I can see the way he looks at you. He likes you a hell of a lot.

Hunter was ok. We've all been attacked for looking feminine. I was almost killed by a bastard with a knife and Rik beat him in the head with his guitar. They've even turned on Vars over it, which is fucking stupid.

Just ask him to fly over to see you. You know he has a plane and can fly? Yeah, I'm in Joe's room. I think he's out doing shit with Billy.

[After that text Aarne got up to make a whole pitcher of Mule. It seemed better since he and the punk both drank a lot.]

Re: For Viktor

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Punky sweet? If you say so.

Fuck. You were nearly killed? That's rough. I hope the bastard got what he deserved for attacking you and your band mates. The Dane smashing his guitar over his head sounds too fucking good for words.

I didn't know he had a plane. That helps. It means I'll be able to see him more often than just phoning up. Him and Billy do a lot of prank shit together at times. They once swapped out all my underwear for girly panties. Fucking got pissed at that.

See you soon.

With that, Viktor hung up the phone, or shut the screen off and made his way down the corridor of the hotel towards Joe's room. He knew where that one was now since the bands has been staying within the rooms for a good few weeks now. Knocking the door loudly three times, Viktor waited for Aarne to open the door.

Re: For Viktor

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Vars killed two of them for it. They almost put him away for it but my doctor testified that the men almost killed me.

I bet he'd fly in to see you any time. Rik and I dressed Vars in Hunter's clothes when he was passed out one time and then put him in Hunter's bed. They were fucking pissed.



Aarne is glad to get some time with the punk. He's at least dress which wouldn't be if Joe was there. Aarne is also without make up which Viktor probably hasn't seen before. He's already got a glass of mule for the punk, to hand him when Viktor comes in. There's a bit of a mess of clothes strewn around that Aarne has mostly just kicked into a pile. It happened when they started in on each other and just tossed things wherever.

For Erik

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No one has ever stayed so I gave up and did whatever.

He's going to bust out of those if he gets excited. I'm not even interested and catch myself staring. I understand spandex but how the hell does he get jeans that snug? How do they not rip? I HAVE QUESTIONS. I NEED ANSWERS!

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I'm sorry to hear no one ever stayed. At least now you have Joe.

You know what? I think that too! His jeans are so tight and I don't even think he wears underwear underneath. Such a tease! Gods, he gets me hot. I want the answer to that question too. Oh, do I.

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I worry about him leaving.

He can't. You'd see pantylines with them that tight and his cock is down on his leg. He doesn't wear them. He can't. They probably wouldn't fit under those pants.

When you get him out of them, let me know how he gets back in them. I am not even looking for anyone and his pants are fucking hot, not as hot as Joe but hot. I don't know how you don't have a constant hard on.

For Minoru

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It's about 45 minutes before Aarne is at their door, texting instead of knocking. He has a grocery bag on his arm for breakfast that he's going to make.

I'm at your door.

[itmeanstruth]

A text came back fairly quickly - Just a sec.

Hotel suites had a lot of benefits - from the kitchen Aarne was about to cook in to the separate living area where a very-awake Minoru wouldn’t completely disturb a finally-back-to-sleeping Isamu. It probably made quite a difference to the bands, some much-needed home comforts after being on the road for so long. Minoru was grateful Tom even got them rooms when they popped in for a tour date or two.

He hurried to unlock the door, shushing Aarne as he opened it.

“Isamu’s asleep.” He whispered. “Keep your voice down, or we’ll wake him up again before we have a chance to do anything.”

Of course, the sun would be up in another hour or so.

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Aarne instantly giggled and covered his own mouth to stifle the laughter that would have definitely been loud. After a moment, and walking in, he asks. "What are we doing?"

He's ready for more pranks and fun, wound up and wide awake. He tries his best to be quiet, which for Aarne is incredibly difficult.

"Should I make breakfast first?"

For Joe

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Aarne shoved the mic back in the stand and turned back to Joe, pressing his thigh roughly between the bassist's legs before taking his hand and dragging him off the stage.

"He's with Jack. He has to!" Aarne would find it. Where to go... back past the bar. Maybe there was a basement where they stored the booze?

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"You're fucking right, Peachy! Let's go."

Joe giggled whilst slapping Aarne on the ass cheeks as they moved out of the main karaoke area and past the bar down to where the door to the cellar was. Down the steps? That looked like a good place to fuck out of everyone's prying eyes. The bassist found the door and turned the handle.

"Hey, babe, I think I've found the door to the cellar. Maybe Balthazar fucks his hot red head boy down here."

It was a guess at least.

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Aarne felt that ass slap through his whole body. It felt good. Once back in the kitchen area Aarne was distracted by some sort of sweets; little cakes which he started eating before Joe called him over.

"I bet he does. I would if I had one." He grinned, offering Joe one of the little cakes before slipping past Joe and through the open door.

For Joe

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The Fin is all bright, drunken smiles when he hears the Brit call to him.

"I have one here for you." He pushed one of the big drinks over toward the seat beside him. "I didn't start mine yet. I was waiting for you."

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"Aw, thanks, babe!"

Joe took the drink and then clinked it against his lover's glass, pleased Aarne didn't start without him. How drunk would they both get? Hopefully enough to get smashed and cause some chaos. The cute names of the drinks was something too.

"You're so sexy."

The bassist kissed the Fin's lips as he then drank his cocktail in one.

For Erik et.al.

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"Every night." Aarne blew a kiss at Joe and feeling a bit of skipping in his heart from arousal. The Brit was all he wanted but he had to focus on the game for now. The bottle is a welcome distraction.

Vars spoke up. "All go at once. Make crazy. Rings all in air." Vars chuckled at the madness. He didn't care if he lost. He was here to drink and watch this chaos unfold.

Dee took Erik's hand in a firm shake, though her hands are small. "Devil Dee, or Dee... Bassist for Hexed." She's happy to meet more of the people on the tour and glad that it is happening slowly so she can remember everyone.

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"Nice to meet you, Dee Devil. I am Erik Ivarsson. The younger of the Ivarsson brothers and the less bitch aunt leopard print lover. That's Hunter."

The young Swede laughed and then wondered about the game since it sounded really fun. Vars looked like he was having fun drinking his vodka at a leisurely pace. Joe was drunk of course. Erik wanted to try and get as many rings as he could on someone's hat. The Brit bassist drinking more Jack wanting to get the game started.

"Let's start, Peachy!"