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"I hope he does." Aarne still had doubts, lingering doubts, and the drink did nothing to hide them.

Aarne grinned though and patted Mick's shoulder. "I look forward to getting wasted at yours and Rik's wedding."

"What?" Rik almost spit his drink. "I'm not getting married."

Aarne is just laughing even more as he looks at Rik. "You are always holding hands and kissing each other, we can all see it." Now, Rik is blushing as much as Mick is over the idea of weddings.

"I'd watch." Aarne says with a huge drink from his glass. "Ziggy's hot."

Rik just covers his mouth in shock. Aarne had no shame and no filter.

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"Wasted? I think we'll all get wasted, mate. Fucking trashed."

Mick laughed and was now drunk as his face was warm from Akvavit and laughter. Aarne was a total riot and poor Rik was now looking flustered at all the wedding talk. Him and Billy getting hitched? It would be cute. Two rock star weddings. Why not? The blond grinned and squeezed the Dane's shoulder playfully.

"Getting married, are you? That Billy is a good lad. I think you'll make a good wife for him."

Another giggle and Mick drank more of his Akvavit, not even caring how much he was drinking or what he'd drank. Fuck it. This was a getting trashed session and he was well on his way to getting very drunk. Then, Aarne uttered the words that made Mick frown at the Fin.

"Yeah, he is but he's also taken, you crazy Fin. Go and fuck your big haired bassist. Joe----him."

Mick felt a pang of jealousy but knew Aarne was only being playful. Still, he was very guarded of Ziggy. Rik though---he looked shocked at the whole watching thing. The Fin was trash and this got a drunk giggle out of Mick who leant back on the bed with his legs out.

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"It will be a hell of a reception." Aarne agrees. It will be like the tour but even happier and wilder. So many of them had been isolated and alone for so long. To see any of them married and together despite it all would be beyond a celebration.

Rik looked over at the other guitarist. "I'm not a girl!" The tone almost sounds angry from Rik.

"Mick knows you aren't." Aarne put his arm around Rik and gave Mick a look that says it was not right to say that. Aarne laughed and kissed the Dane's cheek. "You'll be a cute husband. I've seen you in a tuxedo."

"Oh I do." Aarne agreed as he stretched out on the bed. "I fuck him as much as you are on Ziggy. We all hear the two of you when we're in the halls at night."

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"Sorry, mate. I didn't mean anything by it. You're a lad and I can see that."

Mick shook his head and offered Rik an apologetic glance. It was the Akvavit getting to him causing his mouth to run off and getting him into trouble. The Dane was a bloke and Mick knew this, it was just he wondered if he wanted to be the girl in the relationship. At least this was made clear now.

"Yeah, a cute husband like Aarne says here. I've never worn a tux myself so hope I won't end up looking like a bloody penguin."

That got a small giggle out of the blond who drank some more of his booze. Then, he was blushing deeply at the Fin's words. Oh god. Really? Were they that loud? Of course they were.

"You can hear us down the bloody halls?"

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Aarne smiled at Mick. "We should go tuxedo shopping."

Rik just glanced at the Fin, of course he would suggest shopping. Rik then flushed even redder as the conversation turned.

"Most of you are loud. I hear Gilly and Aarne with Joe... the Punks." Rik shook his head.

"And your giggling. Does he tickle you the whole time you're fucking?" Aarne asked the Dane who immediately slapped his shoulder for the prying comment.

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"Tuxedo shopping? You reckon? We could both look for penguin suits then, eh?"

Mick just giggled softly at that because he was now drunk and getting trashed slowly but surely. Glancing at Aarne, he just imagined the tall Fin as a very tall penguin. The Akvavit was giving the guitarist crazy ideas.

"Ziggy likes to scream when I fuck him. It drives me wild, mate."

The blond's cheeks were now a nice shade of pink as he held out his empty glass to Aarne could fill it up more. Fuck. How much had he drunk? He didn't care since he was getting smashed and loved it.

"Does he tickle you, Rik? I love a good tickle, don't you?"

Mick getting more and more lewd and mouthy with each gulp of Akvavit he was drinking. Licking his lips he decided to take off his jacket and pants because he was getting warm. The booze heating up his blood and causing his skin to prickle slightly. He moved off the bed and pulled off his jacket and then unzipped his pants, but then wobbled and staggered a little near falling onto his face on the bed. He then laughed loudly with his pants halfway down his legs. Jesus, Mick.

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"Rik wears a tuxedo all the time for his recitals." Aarne grins. "They're hot."

Then Aarne starts laughing. "You must be good with your cock Ronno with how loud he gets."

He filled Ronno's glass up and then pushes Rik's hand out of the way to refill the Dane's now empty cup. They all needed to get smashed.

"Oh he does." Aarne poked the Dane in the side way down by his hip and then squeezed. Tick immediately screamed and then tried to squirm away. "Rik likes it. When Billy gets behind him, kisses his neck, and tickles him he gets hard in his pants."

Rik flushed cherry red. "I do not!" He shook his head so much that the blond hair waved around.

Aarne can't stop laughing between the Dane's flush and the Brit's drunkenness. "It's good you finally have a hot boy taking care of your ass every night."

Rik just buried his face in his hands because it was true. Then he looks up and sees Mick. "Why are you getting naked?"

Aarne almost spits his drink out when he sees Mick falling over. "Do I need to call your girlfriend?"

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Mick pushed himself up off the bed and managed to land on his back whilst his silk pants slid down his pale thighs to his ankles. What a state indeed. He pulled them off and flung them into the corner of the room giggling as he sat back on the bed. His blond hair in his face as he pushed it back and sighed. Was he drunk? Oh yes.

"Bloody hell---my pants. I'm just too fucking hot right now. This feels nice now. At least I've got some air around my cock."

He then giggled once more and grabbed his glass, hoping for Aarne to fill it back up with the strong booze. Staring at Rik, Mick laughed because this was hilarious. Now that he was sat on the bed in just his underwear he felt a little more comfortable.

"I'm not naked, lad. I'm just too hot. It feels better now. Ziggy doesn't need to be here, I'm fine."

You're fucking pissed, mate.

"Let's talk dirty. That sounds like fun."

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Rik just stares and then gets a little bitchy because he's drunk. "Go air your cock out on your own bed."

Rik just shook his head and downed his drink. "I'm not talking dirty anymore. I'm going to my own bed."

And by his own bed, he meant Billy's which was probably going to be dirtier than anything they were going to talk about. He gave Aarne a kiss on the cheek and headed for the door.

"Lightweight." Aarne accuses and Rik just gives him the finger. "Alright, what are we talking about."

The drummer asks as he refills Mick's glass. Bottle empty he tosses it on the floor and gets the bottle of whiskey to pour for himself.

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Glancing up at Rik leaving, Mick offers a drunken wave to the young lad and then realises he's alone with the crazy Fin. Being so drunk he doesn't even know what this might mean. They were all friends here so no harm in having some fun of course. Shifting a little, Mick got his glass re-filled as he took another large gulp.

"Fuck, this is good stuff, mate. I feel fucking smashed."

The Brit laughing and splaying his legs a bit. That felt nice. Why did it make him feel so hot? Was it the booze? It had to be. Gin and scotch didn't make him rip his clothes off like Akvavit did. Now, what the hell was he going to talk about with the Fin?

"Dirty stuff. I've no idea, mate. I'm pissed up drunk but let's talk about sex or something. You crazy Fin."

Mick giggled.

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"You're chugging it." Aarne laughs and lays down on his stomach next to the drunken guitarist.

"What do you consider dirty?" He asks while drinking on the whiskey. He should have just brought the whole bottle over. "I've done it all."

Maybe not all of it, but close, as close as he could imagine.

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"Chugging it? This is how I usually drink, you sassy bastard."

Mick smiled and gently tapped Aarne on the leg playfully. He was drunk and playful since this was the guitarists default mode when it came to being trashed. The singing and naked guitar playing might still be to come. At the question the blond's brow furrowed since he was trying to think.

"Good question. Pussies? Creamy pussies? I love licking those out. Do you? Or do you like big, fat cock?"

That got another little giggle out of the blond who sipped some more of his booze.

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"You're going to regret chugging Mule in the morning." Aarne could only imagine how his head would feel come morning.

The drummer leaned into the touch and laughed. "I'll take either; lick, suck, fuck. So, Ziggy has a pussy? But I swear he has a cock."

Now, Aarne is curious. How could he not be? Everyone was.

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"You reckon? Yeah---you're probably right but it's worth it. I haven't been this drunk in months, mate. Last time we all got smashed in the hotel room and tarty Gilly kept trashmouthing off until Hunter got high on Ziggy's coke and stripped in front of everyone. It was a fucking riot."

Mick just smirked at Aarne's admission. Of course. He seemed a nice enough bloke but what was that Joe like? He was as crazy as the drummer. Nodding slowly, the guitarist knew he had to keep certain parts of his lover secret. The intersex thing? Most knew Ziggy was that by now.

"Ziggy is intersex. He's got a cock and a cunt. Fucking hot as hell though. He loves it when I play with his pussy and fuck him up the ass at the same time."

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"That sounds like Hunter. We all know coke makes him into a lunatic."

They had all seen the singer get out of his rocker on cocaine. Just because Aarne liked both didn't mean he didn't have a preference for individuals.

"He's like a perfect prize for a bi-man like you." Aarne giggled and kept drinking. "I can understand. Getting fucked and being jerked off is fucking good. Has to be as good for a pussy."

Then he is trying to remember if he ever gave a woman anal while fingering her, and he can't remember. Maybe he had. "I prefer to be the one getting fucked."

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"He gets trashed out of his melon on coke, mate. You should have seen it. He was naked jumping up on the bed slapping his own ass. Gilly was giggling like an idiot watching it all."

Mick remembered that evening well and that is when Ziggy hijacked the room service cart and brought it into the room so the staff didn't have to see Hunter's naked ass. What a shit show. A bi-man? Was that was he was now? To be honest, the guitarist didn't even know what preference he was but now that was clear.

"Yeah, I suppose I am a bi-man. It's just---well, a few years ago I had no fucking idea what I was because I was scared of being gay. Daft I know but now I've got Zig and we're in love."

He offered Aarne a blush and looked down at his glass. It seemed even drunk, Mick loved to gush about how much he loved Ziggy. Smiling back up at the Fin, the blond sipped some more drink.

"Oh yeah? That Joe, he seems a nice bloke. From London. Sounds like Tom with his accent. Rough, crazy and a good man."

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"I've seen it. Coke and red wine makes him into a lunatic." Aarne admits with an affectionate laugh. They all loved Hunter but he was absolutely batshit crazy on coke.

He has so many memories of just sitting with the other three laughing until they couldn't breath because of things Hunter had done or said. They were all good memories.

"I know what you mean." Aarne sighed and patted Mick's chest. "It's hard. I used to hide that I was more comfortable looking like a woman."

Mick wasn't the only one who could gush. "Joe is fucking perfect. That accent makes me just want to lay down and be fucked out of my mind. He's always whispering dirty things in my ear."

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"Coke and red wine? Yeah, he does like his wine. Last time he drank us clean out of the stuff in the hotel room. Such a crazy bloke but a good, honest one for Gilly. It's really helped our drummer become who he wants to be. He used to shout "Ronno wants big cock and sausage" at the breakfast table. Fucking annoying but he's stopped with that now."

Shaking his head and giggling, Mick then glanced over at Aarne, listening intently. Or trying to through his drunken haze. It was true that the Fin did look quite feminine with his long legs and hair. The make-up helped enhance that side of him too.

"You make a good woman, mate. Those legs are fantastic and I'm sure Joe loves touching them like I love touching Ziggy's. As for whispering---Ziggy does that to me and I end up fucking him against the wall roughly until he screams in pleasure for me."

He licked his lips and drank some more.

"We nearly missed our train stop because we fucked so much the first time."

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"He drinks less than he used to. Gilly has been good for him, really good." It's not hard to tell that before Gilly, Aarne was worried about Hunter's safety.

"Do you kiss up Ziggy's legs and then give him oral? Joe does that all the time." Aarne admitted with a quiet groan. It was arousing just thinking about it. "I love being fucked against things." The Fin snorts out a laugh. "Ziggy bitched at me and made me pay for damaging the bar when we all went."

"Joe and I almost forgot we had to go on stage once." Aarne took a drink and start laughing. "I've never fixed my hair and make up so fast before in my life."

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"It seems they've been good for each other. What was Hunter like as a single bloke before he met Gilly? We don't know much about him and I'm guessing you lads do since he's your singer."

Mick giggled at Aarne's words and sipped some more drink as he found he was liking talking to the Fin about sex and intimacy. Surprisingly, he was easy to talk to and not a total trashfire as Mick had seen him before. Maybe it was that crazy Joe who just amped it all up. This talking and drinking together was nice and it gave the guitarist an opportunity to get to know Aarne through all the craziness.

"Sometimes. I love kissing up his legs and then licking out his pussy. He then likes me to fuck him roughly. On the bed, against the wall, even over a table we've done once. That was at a public bar too."

Oh Mick you exhibitionist you.

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"Broken." Aarne frowned. "He doesn't say much about before the band but I think someone he really liked dropped him and he was in a bad way. He drank and slept around even more than I do, sometimes."

That was a lot, a hell if a lot. The band worried about him. Aarne and Rik even stayed with him all night on occasion. He was just so lost or something.

"Fuck do I like getting a rough fuck. Hair pulling and biting." Aarne giggled. "That's how Joe and I got together, a rough fuck over a public bar."

He had no shame about it and daydreamer about it. God, the Brit felt so good. "You should put a vibrating cock ring on him, pin him and fuck him. It feels good, trust me."

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"Broken? Shit, that's rough, mate. I didn't know he was that bad before he met Gilly. He seems such an upbeat sort of man, you know? At least now it's helped both of them, even if Gilly is still a loud mouthed tart."

That would never change and to be honest? Mick hoped it never would. Gilly was who he was and if he was happy then that made all the difference. The drummer was in the closet far too long and now he could live his life the way he wanted with his Swedish Man Barbie.

"Oh yeah? I love it rough too. You dirty bastard. Yeah, I should do. I wonder what he'll say to that next time we fuck. Zig does love a good pinning though."

Mick had a cock ring somewhere since he'd gotten it when the Spiders and Ziggy went to that sex shop and Gilly whacked him in the face with that dildo. What a shit show that was. Weird and the "pen." Fuck, that was hilarious. The unicorn vibrator. Mick had that now too.

"I need a piss, mate. Be back in a moment. Fuck---"

Trying to get up when smashed wasn't easy, as Mick held onto Aarne's arm and pushed himself up, walking wobbly towards the bathroom. He held onto the doorframe before he lost his balance.

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"A lot of people who have been hurt seem happy and upbeat on the outside." Rik and Aarne were definitely among them and the Fin knew it was true of Vars too. Probably others in the bands had similar backgrounds.

"Never hurts to try." Aarne encouraged Mick to experiment with his lover. Who knows what someone might like. He watched Mick, helping him get up but he knew that wobble. The Fin was up and helping Mick when he lost his balance.

"You're trashed." Aarne giggled and kissed Mick's temple before helping him into the bathroom. "Let's get you in here and then to your own bed."

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Glancing behind himself, Mick laughed and knew he was trashed since he was seeing two lots of everything through his blurred vision. The hands came around to help him up and then the Fin kissed him on the temple. He was too smashed to even blush and feel awkward right now as he had to get to the toilet without falling on his ass.

"Thanks, mate. Bloody hell---I'm smashed. Uh, I just need to use this."

Mick got to the toilet didn't even bother closing the door as he relieved himself, using one hand to hold onto the toilet roll holder. Fuck, he was so smashed, he could barely stand up. He knew he'd feel this in the morning for sure.

"I could go down into the lobby and sing Moonage Daydream. All the guests would love it."

He started laughing as he tucked himself back in and wobbled once more, grabbing hold of Aarne for support.

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"The mule gets everyone." Aarne smiled and followed the guitarist into the bathroom. It wasn't anything sordid, he just wanted to make sure he didn't fall on his face.

"I think you need your bed and your woman." The drummer tells him with a laugh. He might have to cary him at this rate.