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Lars was currently making his way towards Aarne and Joe's hotel room carrying some booze bottles in his arms because he was going to get smashed with the Fin and Brit. He hadn't met Aarne directly as such and Joe he'd never spoken to yet so it should be good. The Norwegian got to the door and knocked with his spare hand still clutching his booze.

"Aarne? It's Lars."

As for being a step behind he wanted to keep up with them. He realised he should have checked his hair and make-up but didn't have time.

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Aarne, by this time of the night is in just his little shorts, wild haired and smudged make up when he comes to the door. The room isn't as trashed as usual but it isn't exactly clean either.

"Come in." Aarne grabs the Norwegian and drags him into the room. This is going to be fun.

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Lars laughed as he was practically dragged into the hotel room by the tall excitable Fin. Was he always like this? How did the Brit bassist keep up with him or was he just the same? Placing the bottles of booze down onto the table in the middle of the room, which was littered with empty booze bottles, Lars sat down and then noticed a lump in the bed.

"Your boyfriend?"

The drummer giggled a little since there was the naked form of Joe zonked out asleep snoring with an empty bottle of Jack laying on his chest slowly rising and falling as he slept. It was cute. Also, the Brit was fucking hot! Those muscled arms.

"I have Akvavit with me tonight. The strongest shit for girly boys like us."

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Aarne looked over at Joe in the bed and grinned. "We fucked and drank until I knocked him out."

But he noticed how the Norwegian was staring and jealously covered up his lover. He didn't want anyone looking him over that way. Lars might be a tart but Aarne could be an eye clawing bitch if he got stirred up. Better to keep things friendly.

Aarne pulled out his own, half full, bottle of Akvavit. "I drink it all the time."

Straight from the bottle as he opens it and tips it back, chugging about a quarter of what is left. The Fin could drink, and drink a hell of a lot.

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"That sounds hot and cute. I bet he's a good man to have in bed."

Lars smiled and then noticed the Fin covering up his Brit with the covers. Possessive a little? The drummer could understand that and just busied himself opening up his own bottle of Akvavit, gulping down a few mouthfuls before passing Aarne the bottle. It was polite to share meeting a new friend.

"So do I. Where did you and Joe meet up? I've met a few of the other band members so far. Gilly, the tarty Brit drummer, Hunter he seems like a strong motherly type, Ziggy is so tall and he has impressive hair, Ronno--or Mick is his name? He's fucking hot too. I need to meet the others sometime too. Hans, I know from Bjorn because that's his older brother."

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"He can pound me for hours."

Aarne was pleased with his lover, everything about him but it was certainly that first fuck that got them together. He looked at the bottle being offered and gave his to Lars. They were different Akvavits. Finnish and Norwegian taste different.

"Ziggy invited their band along on the tour." Which as far as Aarne could see was how many of the musicians were getting lovers. "Don't look at Mick too much. Ziggy will bitch you out." Aarne thought about it and added after a drink. "Avoid staring at the punks. They're fucking possessive bastards. Vars will just fucking punch you."

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"That's fucking hot and kinky as hell. Are you bi, Aarne? Gay? Or anything goes?"

Lars wanted to get to know the band members and the Fin seemed very open about his sex life with Joe and his sexuality. This pleased the Norwegian because everyone in Blixt was pretty open too discussing their boyfriends or whatever whilst remaining friendly about it all. There had been scraps in the past as with any band but Lars had always gotten on with everyone in the group. Ulrik, he was the shy one while Sigurd, he was the father of the group.

"Will Ziggy scratch my eyes out? Ooh, temper. I don't want my pretty face being punched by an angry Viking punk either. I will be careful if I do happen to look at the manly men."

Giggling, Lars took a deep drink of Aarne's bottle which was a Finnish variant of Akvavit.

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"I've been up for anything but male tops that are fashionable really get me hot. What about you?"

Aarne was open with most of his sex life, maybe there were things he wouldn't talk about but he hadn't found that level yet. Aside from Rik, The Hammers were open. Rik was open but his shyness made him appear closed off.

"There are some single and hot masculine men around." Aarne took a drink. "Have you seen that drummer Rekker knows, maybe it's his drummer? He's fucking hot"

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"I prefer masculine or soft masculine. Being a gay man I've just liked boys most of my life since I had my first proper boyfriend at thirteen. There have been times when some boys abused me as in insulted me and called me stupid names but---I don't want to talk about that."

Lars knew the problems being a young gay man where society still shunned those sort of people even in Norway. It was hard but he told those people to fuck off when he joined Blixt. Bjorn was open and accepting and Lars found his family in the crazy, drunken Swede.

"Bjorn smashed this interview guy in the face once for asking if we wore girl's underwear. Fucking pervert."

He gulped down some more drink and didn't want to dwell on that shit in his life now because he was here to have fun and make new friends. Every band member probably had their own issues but Lars was enjoying his time with Aarne so far.

"No? What's he like? I mean my last boyfriend was a few months ago and he fucking left me for some model bastard in Denmark."

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"I went through a phase of hating gay men. A lot of them used me because I looked enough like a woman that they could pretend I wasn't a guy and pretend they weren't gay." Aarne felt bad about that but it had passed. "I got a lot of abuse because I looked like a woman starting at 11. I don't want to either."

Aarne didn't want to bring the mood down and so leaned in and kissed Lars' cheek. "You're a hot boy. They were all stupid fucks."

Aarne started laughing. "This one dick told me I didn't have a cock and I ripped off my underwear right at the edge of the stage and threw them in his face."

Aarne got a big old grin because talking about fucking with people could be fun. He'd talk about whatever, even the new drummer that was around earlier.

"He's shorter but hot. Hmmm.. long black curly hair, some nice scruffy facial hair, big fucking arms. He's real nice, level headed and a good fucking drummer. I guess he's older since he hangs with Rekker but I don't see it. He's a bit of a quiet troublemaker like Rik from talking to Rekker. He's too calm for me but he'd make someone a sweet lover."

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"Abuse at 11? That's awful. I am so sorry, Kjæresten. That could not have been easy and I would hate gay men if it was me in your place. You are a pretty boy, Aarne. Joe is a lucky man to have you."

Lars giggled a little at the kiss and touched on the Fin's arm, squeezing slightly because childhood sexual abuse was not right in any shape or form. People shouldn't be used like property for sex. It was wrong. Then, the Norwegian was laughing at Aarne's on stage story.

"You ripped them off there and then? That would cause a stir for sure. Bjorn, he's done some crazy things on stage before too. We've been banned from some venues because of his crazy behaviour too."

That always amused the members of Blixt. The time Bjorn stripped naked during a song and flashed his cock out at the crowd. Security dragged him off and the band had to leave town. Fucking assholes! They were a fucking glam band and these sort of things happened.

"Ooh, he sounds hot. I wonder if I can meet this scruffy drummer who's friends with Bjorn's boyfriend."

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"I lived." What else could he say but he grins at the comment about Joe. "We should get you a nice, hot man too."

Aarne laughed really loud. "I got arrested for starting a riot! The bastard deserved it for throwing bottles at Hunter and trying to fuck with me."

The drummer was a sweetheart but he had limits, only a few. Daring him, taunting him, was one that would get you in deep trouble; good or bad trouble depending.

"I bet you could." Aarne shrugs innocently. "I'll tell Rekker to bring him around more. Use myself as an excuse, not exactly, since he's supposed to be a crazy drummer. I want to see him play."

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Lars needed time to put on a fresh coat of make-up and don his favourite perfume on because appearances mattered to the prissy tart. Smirking to himself in the large mirror in his room, Lars was soon finished as he grabbed his little bag he wore on his shoulder and headed out of his room to find Torden's room. Moving along the many rooms down the corridor he heard various noises coming from each.

"Which one are you, Torden? This one?"

The Norwegian knocked twice and clutched onto his bag while smoothing some of his hair down in the process.

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Torden had poured the red wine preparing for his brother's notorious choosing of high suge, high alcohol drinks. The knock brought him to the door wearing leathers and a tee, no shoes because why should he in his own room.

"Come in." Torden could wear lots of perfume sometimes too but Lars had a lot on and it was substantially more feminine than Torden wore.

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Lars offered the Dane a shy smile and nodded, stepping into the room and instantly inhaling the scent of Torden's cologne. Goodness, it was strong! Heady and masculine. The drummer found that he liked it. Lars himself dressed in a shirt and tight silken pants with heeled boots as he often did.

"Thank you for inviting me into your room. Your scent smells nice. What is it?"

The question had to be asked because Lars loved make-up and any kind of perfume.

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"It's an essential oil blend. Something the brat can do besides dance, tattoo, and whatever else he's picked up." Torden considered Mikkel so bratty but he did give the kid credit for learning so many skills so young.

He closed the door and offered Lars one of the glasses of wine, gilled nearly to the top. "I don't know many people here besides the other Danes and Aarne."

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"It's a nice scent. One of my guilty pleasures is trying out new scents since I love buying perfume and make-up. Clothes too. My band members say I'm quite girly because of my shopaholic habits. Bjorn thinks it's fun though."

Lars took the glass of wine and noticed how full it was. All the way to the top. Sipping it he nodded. The Norwegian still getting to know some of the new arrivals to the tour himself.

"Even I still don't know everyone and haven't spoken to some of the other band members yet. There are so many of us now what with The Harlots joining recently too. Sven and Hjalmar arriving so far."

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"You should get Mikki to make you something."

Lars did seem like the type that Mikkel would either get along with or it would turn into a cat fight. Torden took his glass and sat on the end of the bed.

"I've been trying to catch up with family first. I don't have anything lined up until next season, Summer, I thought I'd come along."

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"Make me something? Oh as in clothes? I'd love that if he's got the time."

Lars sipped some more wine, enjoying the flavour as he glanced around the room. Torden shared this room with his cousin didn't he? Ansgar? Was that his name? All these Danes. As for Torden wanting to catch up with his family, Lars totally understood that because he'd invited Harald along for the ride.

"The only family I have here is Harald. The rest is my band Blixt. Bjorn, Sigurd and Ulrik. We've been playing among the opening acts on stage. So far it's been really good. I play drums."

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"Perfume." Torden tried to imagine Mikki sewing and thought the machine might go flying. "I think Ansgar's done costume design though."

Torden usually stayed alone though Ollie did sleep on the other bed often enough, or Ansgar came to spend an evening with him but the Danes knew he was too trashy to have a roommate.

"Ollie, Rik and Mikkel grew up with me as a big brother, of sorts, and I've hung around Ansgar since.. Rik was 14 I think when he introduced us."

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"Ah yes, perfume. I wasn't sure if Mikkel was into fashion design or not. I know a few of the others are---Ziggy, Hunter and Aarne I think. All their clothes are so glamorous and shiny."

Lars kept his eyes on the older man and wondered how old he really was. Not wanting to be rude the drummer kept that thought in his head for now. The Danes though---they were a riot. Rik being the quiet one out of the group.

"That's cute. I think Billy from the Hell's Angels is dating Rik? He always goes on about eating sausages at the breakfast table. I haven't met all the Hammers yet."

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"Mikkel is a stripper and tattoo artist by trade. He tattooed your brother. I've heard more about his bare chest than I can take."

Torden laughed because it was cute and a typical teen.

"Yes, Rik is dating Billy. It's been rocky for us. My little brother is Rik's childhood sweetheart. I think they've work it out, or I hope."

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"I've heard about this from Sigurd who's paid a visit or two at the club Mikkel dances at. As for my brother's tattoos? He is happy with what he calls "Soeren boy's good work." This is how he speaks since his English is broken and not as good as mine."

Lars mostly spoke Norwegian around his brother because he knew Harald struggled with English. He always had done. The tarty drummer let out a small girlish giggle as he drank some more wine.

"Oh, I see. Well, I hope you all work it out between each other. We're like one big family on this tour now. Do you really have a Thor's hammer, Torden? Or were you messing with me?"

The tart wondering if it might be some kind of tattoo.

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"Apparently, your bassist likes lapdances with all the extras." Torden just smirked while taking a drink of the wine. "Mikkel is good at tattooing. I think Rik said he picked up drawing early."

"I wear one but that wasn't what I was talking about." Torden gave the drummer a mischevious wink.

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"Sigurd says he isn't trash but we all know he is in his own way. He gets drunk, smokes too much and bosses us around like a band dad. He is our band dad. But we love him."

Lars giggled and then found his eyes drifting towards Torden's neckline. A pendant perhaps? Or maybe another piece of jewellery with the hammer on? The man's physique caused the drummer to blush.

"What were you talking about then?"

The Norwegian's bright blue eyes just watching the hairy man carefully.