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[guitar_voodoo]

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.

[suomi_thunder]

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.

[guitar_voodoo]

I suppose so.

Is that what I really look like when I stare at Ziggy? Bloody hell--I really am obvious.

Yeah, you're right. Especially in the world we live in. Our country isn't exactly accepting of two blokes liking each other. Is it like that where you come from?

[suomi_thunder]

Do you look at porn with your girl?

He puts his face in your crotch AND you stare at his legs and hump him on stage. Who do you think doesn't know?

Among the ethnic people I lived with it, who I am wasn't a problem. When we moved into Finland what I looked like was a problem for people. They don't even like how I was raised or what I learned.

They didn't care that I slept with men. They had enough fuel elsewhere.

[guitar_voodoo]

No. Ziggy prefers my cock to some picture of someone else's cock. We don't really need porn magazines when we have each other. When we're apart we do phone sex and web cam sex. I'm still getting used to working the bloody computer thing but I think I'm getting better.

[Mick nearly dumping the camera into the recycle bin.]

Well---the whole crotch thing is part of our act on stage. He goes down on my guitar and bites the strings. It's fucking hot.

Ethnic? Oh right. Sort of like a tribe, like? Some people are bastards who don't like change. Fucking idiots.

It seems a lot of thugs have fuel against Ziggy because of how he looks. I got clocked in the back of the head with a bottle by some bastards. Ziggy smashed the bloke's face in with his shoe.

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I've never been that attached to one person's appearance.

[Though he is typing that he is definitely thinking about the tall, dark haired Brit down the hall.]

It doesn't look like an act. You make faces like your cock is being sucked and push him down and hump him after. It looks like the two of you need a private room.

Yes. I am Saami. We're culturally different from the southern Scandinavians. I grew up above the Arctic Circle.

[If only Mick could hear Aarne laughing.]

Ziggy has something in common with Rik. Right after we joined the band I was attacked and Rik hit the guy in the face with is guitar.

[guitar_voodoo]

Well, it's sort of an act but---it means so much more to us. It's a way of showing our affection and lust on stage.

[It's so much more than that, Mick. You know it is, you horndog.]

Saami? It must be bloody cold up there in the winter though? Unless, you're tough enough to not feel it. To be honest I don't feel the cold that much since I go about shirtless most of the time.

[Showoff.]

Fuck. He did? Christ. Did he smash his guitar hitting the thug? I'd be heartbroken if my baby broke over some thick head's skull. But I'd defend Ziggy in a heartbeat. He's worth more to me than anything---including my guitar.

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I'd believe it's lust.

It's very cold in the winter. Maybe 15 C colder usually. You wouldn't be shirtless up there. Your nipples would fall off.

It still works. It was the guitar he left home with. It's always meant a lot to me that he risked damaging it when I was bleeding out.

[guitar_voodoo]

It might be that too. Just---I wanted to touch Ziggy for three whole years and couldn't so I'm making up for it now and then some.

[Three years is a bloody long time.]

I bet it is, mate. Enough to freeze your fucking balls off I'd imagine. I've seen some cold winters here in the UK but where you come from? I bet it's even colder. I'd rather keep my nipples, thanks.

Really? That's epic, mate. He sounds a really good bloke to protect you like that. I'll have to talk to him sometime, sort of guitar talk and stuff.

[Mick and Rik sitting down talking guitars all night.]

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I can't blame you. He's hot and I would touch him constantly if he was mine.

[Aarne knew the two belonged to each other but he did look. There was no way he could help himself.]

The heat bothers me when I am down south sometimes.

We were kids when we joined the band. We were protecting each other.

You should talk to him. He's a sweetheart and can play anything you put in his hands. It's crazy how fast he picks up instruments. We were thinking of going out to drink. You should come.

[guitar_voodoo]

He is.

[Mick didn't know what else to say on that since he was protective over Ziggy even if the bloke was just being friendly.]

I suppose it must bother you if you're used to colder climbs. It's good that you were protecting each other though. Me and the lads do that too for each other and Ziggy too.

I'd love to talk guitar and other instruments with him too. Oh? Yeah, I might like that. When you're out next let me know.

[suomi_thunder]

The band is family. For Rik and Vars we're all they have. Their families aren't around.

I'll make sure we bring you along, even if it's just camping out in Rik's room for drinks.

[guitar_voodoo]

Yeah, I can understand about the band is family part. We were like a family when we first joined up and came to understand Ziggy and who he was. We still are family.

I'd love that. It's been a while since I've stayed at another bloke's place. Want me to bring some booze with me? What do you lads like drinking?

[Because it was only polite to bring something when staying with his new Scandinavian friends.]

[suomi_thunder]

I think that is part of what it means to be a band.

I have plenty. We usually drink Akvavit. I'm not sure you have that in England.

[guitar_voodoo]

Yeah, it does. It's about performing together but having a good friendship makes all the difference to the overall dynamic. At least that's the way I see it.

Akvavit? Not sure, mate. I've not tried it before but I want to now that you're telling me about it. Does it fuck you up after too many glasses?

[Mick smiling as he texted.]

[suomi_thunder]

A band sounds and looks better when everyone is close. The crowd sees it.

The Danes call it Mule sometimes. Why don't you come over and try it? I'm sitting around with Rik. We can get him drunk too.

[Aarne knew why the Danes called it Mule, because they drank too much too fast and it would kick you in the ass.]

[guitar_voodoo]

It does. Even the acoustics sound better over all when everyone is watching for each other's cues on time. I love how it all works on stage.

A Mule? Nice name. I bet it kicks like a fucking donkey when you don't know it. Usually, I drink gin or scotch straight so this Akvavit sounds a right laugh. I'd love to drink with you blokes. A cultural exchange of sorts?

[Mick will bring around some London gin to swap with. Probably Gordon's.]

[suomi_thunder]

I think it helps the whole process from writing to the stage.

In the morning too. Sure. Come over and we'll get it out.

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[guitar_voodoo]

See you in a bit, mate.

Mick walked down the hotel lobby carrying a bottle of Gordon's Gin in his hand as he was dressed in white silk pants and his jacket made for him by Ziggy. He loved his jacket with the little silver stars on it. Knocking on Aarne's door, the guitarist wondered what he would find inside since the Dane was also with him, wasn't he?

"Hey, mate? It's me, Ronno."

Using the nickname a lot of the band used for Mick.

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[suomi_thunder]

Aarne and Rik had started drinking though there was an extra glass on the bedside stand waiting for the Brit. Aarne is in a pair of boy shorts, which are technically panties but he doesn't care. Rik is sitting in bed with him in a bathrobe, laughing loudly as they look through some high end fashion magazines. A past time of Aarne's to laugh at the really ridiculous things. They are sitting close with Aarne's arm around the Dane. It's friendly and they had been, earlier talking about the new boys in their lives.

"Come in." Aarne calls out barely between laughs. There's a warm dog bark too. Mouka is on the bed with them wagging his tail wildly at the prospect of someone new coming in.

[guitar_voodoo]

Mick heard the voice then the bark. A dog? What else did the Fin have inside his room? Pushing the door open, he then noticed the lively dog and offered it a beaming smile since it was a cute animal. His eyes then went to the Fin who was barely dressed. Of course. Then, Rik, who was dressed in a bathrobe. Did the Scandinavians always dress like this when meeting guests? Mick wasn't so much a guest than a friend now that the bands were together touring.

"Nice dog you've got there. He's a friendly lad, isn't he?"

Offering Mouka a few scratches along his head and back, Mick then placed down the bottle of gin onto the table close by.

"I brought some London gin for you lads to try if you'd like."

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The Scandinavians were more relaxed around friends and the bands instantly became friends once they started touring. It also came with having less taboos about bodies and sex, particularly in private.

"Her name is Mouka." Aarne tells Mick and the dog is eating up the attention. She's a smaller dog and as soon as Mick is done she bounds over and jumps on Rik. The Dane laughing and trying not to spill his drink.

"Later." Aarne waves it off and leans over to pour Mick a drink. The Danish Akvavit strongly flavored with citrus and caraway but also with the burn of most stronger booze. "Make yourself comfortable."

There is a chair in the room but Aarne folds up into a cross legged position as a more or less offer to join them on the bed. He's offering the glass to the Brit waiting to see what he thought of the drink they went to for celebrating.

[guitar_voodoo]

"Mouka? Nice name. She's a beautiful animal, aren't you, love?"

Mick was more a cat person but he could get along with dogs too and this one was very cute and fluffy. She also seemed to love jumping in laps which caught the poor Dane off guard a little. Laughing softly, Mick went to join the lads on the bed to be sociable as he took the glass containing the Akvavit. Sniffing it before sipping some, he could smell the citrus and caraway. It also smelt like a strong spirit so knew it would probably get them all trashed.

"Thanks, mate. Well---here goes."

Gulping it down in one, Mick felt the burn coat his throat and loved how the strong flavours invaded his nostrils causing him to giggle slightly. Fuck, it was good! He liked it.

"This is some good stuff. Do you like it too, Rik?"

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"It means wheat in Czech." Rik tells Mick while Mouka runs back over to the Brit for attention, throwing herself onto her side on the bed without stopping. The dog is high energy, goofy and social by nature. They were bred to work with people as a herding animal and lookout. They loved families and like the bands themselves, Mouka saw them all as her pack.

Rik laughs when Mick downs the whole glass. He was going to get trashed that way. "I drink it in a cocktail."

Aarne was drinking it straight though and filled Mick's glass back up after downing his own glass. He'd get trashed with Mick even if the Dane was a little more responsible.

[guitar_voodoo]

"I have a cat back home at my parents' house called Gibson. He's a big, fluffy ginger tom who likes to curl up on people's laps."

Mick was hoping that one day when Ziggy met his parents that Gibson would climb into the Anthean's lap and curl up. It was a cute image. Smiling broadly, the Brit watched as Rik was being much more careful drinking in a cocktail. Smart lad. Yet, Mick loved to drink his booze straight and wasn't about to break the habit now. Aarne was drinking his straight too.

"So, do you blokes often invite people in your room for drinks? It's nice to share cultures like this."

Another large gulp and Mick swallowed quickly, feeling the burn warm his throat. It was good, strong liquor and the Scandis knew how to make decent booze.