"You naughty boy. I'm the only whorish bitch allowed to."
Bjorn stuck his tongue out at Devon and then gave Rekker a full on kiss to the lips whilst reaching down to squeeze the guitarist's thigh. Such trash. Lars, however, was now going as red as Bjorn's lipstick at the comment made by the Rekker. It was true though even though the Norwegian wasn't going to admit such things right now.
"How do you know I'm undressing him in my mind? You're probably thinking about fucking Bjorn against a wall once you get back to your expensive sugar daddy mansion."
Lars had a tarty tongue on him and he felt Ulrik nudge him in the side for being such a cheeky bitch. So what. He was drunk. The young guitarist was noticing how much Dee was drinking and thought it was fun to keep up with her. Ulrik didn't drink much usually but tonight he was going to get smashed. He knew that much.
Breaking away from the kiss Rekker gave Lars the finger. "He's mine, of course I take him home and fuck him."
Dee started laughing so much she folded her arms on the table and buried her face in them. Oh, this was a hilarious mess. Rekker wasn't done with Lars though.
"Is that your fantasy, tarty bitch? Devon shoving you against the wall and giving you cock?" Rekker gritted his teeth when Devon full on punched him in the shoulder for the comment.
"What is it with you throwing me under the bus today?" Devon asks Rekker before downing his beer. They were going to need more drinks and he was going to get them. If only to get away from this trashfire.
This was hilarious. Ulrik was just watching the trashfire start to burn as he finished his whiskey and could feel it's effects begin to cause him to giggle. Lars just shot up a finger to Rekker back and then offered a tarty scowl. The drummer was known to be the tart of the band and now he was living up to his reputation. Bjorn just giggling and glancing towards Devon.
"I don't kiss and tell, honey."
Lars with one lasting comment before he finished off his drink with a coy wink at Rekker and then his eyes were back onto Devon. The man was hot and fucking sexy yet he wasn't admitting anything. Ulrik poked Dee in the arm gently and waved his empty glass at her.
"Did you want another drink?"
If he was going to get smashed he was going to do it with his new friends.
"Oh?" Rekker feigned shock and glanced between the two drummers. "Are you two kissing and I don't know about it?"
Rekker is trying his damnedest not to burst into laughter. He could see Lars was interested and, as usual, Devon was completely ignoring and brushing it off.
Dee smiled at the young guitarist, finally getting the laughter under control though her cheeks were near as red as her hair. She pointed to the bar where Devon had fled this mess.
"If we were kissing you'd be the first to know, ginger."
Lars shot a look at the Brit and then felt Bjorn's gaze burning into him, just a warning as to not go too far with their singer's boyfriend because the tarty bitch could get possessive. Ulrik nodded and then glanced over to where Devon was ordering more drinks. Oh. How much would everyone drink? He looked at Dee's glass and smiled at her.
"I don't usually drink this much but tonight is special. Making friends with you and your band."
Ulrik giggled and felt his cheeks heat up with the strong booze. Was he drunk? Oh yes. Lars looked at the guitarist and went to ruffle up his blond hair. It was cute that he had his eye on the punk woman. Why not? The Norwegian had his tarty stare on the hairy drummer at the bar. Bjorn now had a hand in Rekker's hair, using his fingers to massage the guitarist's scalp while he waited for Devon to return with more drinks.
"I thought you didn't kiss and tell?" Rekker started to laugh, unable to hold it in any longer. It was too easy to get the drummer going and he couldn't help his desire to harass him while they got used to each other.
"None of us do." Dee told the bassist beside her. "Hexed, we've all had some run ins with too much alcohol. Except Devon who's always been a 'One drink fuck.'" She yelled the last part so that Devon could hear and he just raised his middle finger without looking while he waited at the bar, back to their table.
Rekker felt good that they were getting along. It was important to him because he knew, eventually, he'd stress their friendships at some point when he crashed out. Right now, all he could focus on was the nails on his scalp. He turned his face in, near to Bjorn's ear and growled. It's deep, rumbling enough that the Swede can probably feel it where he's leaning into Rekker's chest. The singer in his lap was meant to be sweet and possessive, but Rekker was finding it arousing too. He wrapped his arm around Bjorn's waist tighter and pulled him, pressing his ass tighter to his lap. He might have to have Bjorn move at this rate or things were going to get crazy again.
Devon came back passing out more drinks before he sat back down, eying his bandmates careful, especially Missy who was quietly sipping a drink and grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Lars giggled into his drink when Dee mentioned Devon was a one drink one fuck man. Well, this conversation was becoming more interesting now that both Rekker and his drummer were here with them after the bar brawl. What a ghastly thing that was too. Lars had chipped a nail! Fucking bastard oafs.
"One drink, one fuck."
The Norwegian let that slip quietly but loud enough so that Devon could hear once he sat back down with the group. Ulrik just glanced at Lars and smirked into his own drink noticing how cuddly Bjorn and Rekker were getting. He knew the singer would soon disappear with the ginger into the toilets to fuck or something because Bjorn had fucked in a lot of stalls in the past. Bjorn himself leaning into Rekker, whispering into his ear;
"No." Rekker laughed as Devon sat back down. He gave the guitarist a suspicious look. "It means you give him a couple drinks and it is easy to get him out of his pants."
Devon scoffed. "Like you aren't a fucking dumpster drunk." He slammed the beer down in front of Rekker before passing out the rest for the others.
Dee giggled even more. "Devon how long has it been since you got laid?"
The drummer rolled his eyes at his bandmates. Rekker lost track of the conversation when Bjorn started moving in his lap again. Rekker slipped both of his hands down on the singer's inner thighs and pulled him down as he pushed his hips against him. Between all day away, the fighting, the booze, and Bjorn's tight pants sliding around in his lap the Brit's already half hard. One hand got his beer but the other stayed there sliding higher up Bjorn's thigh as he nuzzle into his ear and just growled, low, possessive and lusty.. the way he did just before shoving into the Swede. It was a quiet yes before he pulled his attention away to keep on drinking and pretend like his mind didn't toy with the idea of shoving Bjorn right over the table in front of everyone.
"Is this true, Devon? I think Lars is burning a hole in your pants, honey."
Bjorn giggled as he wiggled suggestively in Rekker's lap teasingly, knowing it was riling the ginger up. Fuck, he could feel the Brit's cock hardening underneath him and it was erotic as hell. Turning he captured the ginger's lips in a heated kiss which got a wolf whistle or two from Ulrik, who was getting more drunk as the evening went on. The young guitarist not used to heavy drinking unlike both Lars and Bjorn. His bright blue eyes were locked on Dee and Bjorn found it cute.
"Well, excuse me, Bjorn. Perhaps you and your ginger here would like to get a room."
Lars usual tartiness causing Bjorn to snort out in amusement and give Rekker's thigh a squeeze. He knew what Rekker wanted and it was so fucking hot. They'd have to find a toilet stall and soon.
Missy started laughing, unable to hold her tongue. "I remember Dee giving him whiskey once and he ended up in the dressing room with how many?"
"Five..." Rekker started to laugh though he could feel his pulse pounding from Bjorn. "We didn't see him for hours and they threatened to take our shit if we didn't leave the dressing room."
Devon hit Rekker, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Rekker had no chance to say anything more because that kiss derailed all thoughts except biting Bjorn's lip and grabbing his crotch. He's so damned horny all the sudden.
Dee snorted giggles at the wolf whistle. Rekker's temper was flaring a little with his arousal and he turned his attention to Lars.
"Maybe I'll just put him over the table since you two obviously need to see how it's done." His arm tightened around Bjorn defensively. Devon was watching and glanced at the crowd. He knew if anyone bothered Bjorn now Rekker would tear them apart.
He started laughing, a little nervous. "You're a ginger whore. Keep it in your pants because I don't want another fucking fight."
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on 2021-11-01 08:46 pm (UTC)Bjorn stuck his tongue out at Devon and then gave Rekker a full on kiss to the lips whilst reaching down to squeeze the guitarist's thigh. Such trash. Lars, however, was now going as red as Bjorn's lipstick at the comment made by the Rekker. It was true though even though the Norwegian wasn't going to admit such things right now.
"How do you know I'm undressing him in my mind? You're probably thinking about fucking Bjorn against a wall once you get back to your expensive sugar daddy mansion."
Lars had a tarty tongue on him and he felt Ulrik nudge him in the side for being such a cheeky bitch. So what. He was drunk. The young guitarist was noticing how much Dee was drinking and thought it was fun to keep up with her. Ulrik didn't drink much usually but tonight he was going to get smashed. He knew that much.
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on 2021-11-01 08:55 pm (UTC)Dee started laughing so much she folded her arms on the table and buried her face in them. Oh, this was a hilarious mess. Rekker wasn't done with Lars though.
"Is that your fantasy, tarty bitch? Devon shoving you against the wall and giving you cock?" Rekker gritted his teeth when Devon full on punched him in the shoulder for the comment.
"What is it with you throwing me under the bus today?" Devon asks Rekker before downing his beer. They were going to need more drinks and he was going to get them. If only to get away from this trashfire.
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on 2021-11-01 09:02 pm (UTC)"I don't kiss and tell, honey."
Lars with one lasting comment before he finished off his drink with a coy wink at Rekker and then his eyes were back onto Devon. The man was hot and fucking sexy yet he wasn't admitting anything. Ulrik poked Dee in the arm gently and waved his empty glass at her.
"Did you want another drink?"
If he was going to get smashed he was going to do it with his new friends.
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on 2021-11-01 09:08 pm (UTC)Rekker is trying his damnedest not to burst into laughter. He could see Lars was interested and, as usual, Devon was completely ignoring and brushing it off.
Dee smiled at the young guitarist, finally getting the laughter under control though her cheeks were near as red as her hair. She pointed to the bar where Devon had fled this mess.
"He's bringing more."
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on 2021-11-01 09:14 pm (UTC)Lars shot a look at the Brit and then felt Bjorn's gaze burning into him, just a warning as to not go too far with their singer's boyfriend because the tarty bitch could get possessive. Ulrik nodded and then glanced over to where Devon was ordering more drinks. Oh. How much would everyone drink? He looked at Dee's glass and smiled at her.
"I don't usually drink this much but tonight is special. Making friends with you and your band."
Ulrik giggled and felt his cheeks heat up with the strong booze. Was he drunk? Oh yes. Lars looked at the guitarist and went to ruffle up his blond hair. It was cute that he had his eye on the punk woman. Why not? The Norwegian had his tarty stare on the hairy drummer at the bar. Bjorn now had a hand in Rekker's hair, using his fingers to massage the guitarist's scalp while he waited for Devon to return with more drinks.
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on 2021-11-02 05:02 am (UTC)"None of us do." Dee told the bassist beside her. "Hexed, we've all had some run ins with too much alcohol. Except Devon who's always been a 'One drink fuck.'" She yelled the last part so that Devon could hear and he just raised his middle finger without looking while he waited at the bar, back to their table.
Rekker felt good that they were getting along. It was important to him because he knew, eventually, he'd stress their friendships at some point when he crashed out. Right now, all he could focus on was the nails on his scalp. He turned his face in, near to Bjorn's ear and growled. It's deep, rumbling enough that the Swede can probably feel it where he's leaning into Rekker's chest. The singer in his lap was meant to be sweet and possessive, but Rekker was finding it arousing too. He wrapped his arm around Bjorn's waist tighter and pulled him, pressing his ass tighter to his lap. He might have to have Bjorn move at this rate or things were going to get crazy again.
Devon came back passing out more drinks before he sat back down, eying his bandmates careful, especially Missy who was quietly sipping a drink and grinning like a Cheshire cat.
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on 2021-11-21 08:33 pm (UTC)"One drink, one fuck."
The Norwegian let that slip quietly but loud enough so that Devon could hear once he sat back down with the group. Ulrik just glanced at Lars and smirked into his own drink noticing how cuddly Bjorn and Rekker were getting. He knew the singer would soon disappear with the ginger into the toilets to fuck or something because Bjorn had fucked in a lot of stalls in the past. Bjorn himself leaning into Rekker, whispering into his ear;
"How about you fuck me in a toilet stall?"
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on 2021-11-21 08:43 pm (UTC)Devon scoffed. "Like you aren't a fucking dumpster drunk." He slammed the beer down in front of Rekker before passing out the rest for the others.
Dee giggled even more. "Devon how long has it been since you got laid?"
The drummer rolled his eyes at his bandmates. Rekker lost track of the conversation when Bjorn started moving in his lap again. Rekker slipped both of his hands down on the singer's inner thighs and pulled him down as he pushed his hips against him. Between all day away, the fighting, the booze, and Bjorn's tight pants sliding around in his lap the Brit's already half hard. One hand got his beer but the other stayed there sliding higher up Bjorn's thigh as he nuzzle into his ear and just growled, low, possessive and lusty.. the way he did just before shoving into the Swede. It was a quiet yes before he pulled his attention away to keep on drinking and pretend like his mind didn't toy with the idea of shoving Bjorn right over the table in front of everyone.
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on 2021-11-21 08:51 pm (UTC)Bjorn giggled as he wiggled suggestively in Rekker's lap teasingly, knowing it was riling the ginger up. Fuck, he could feel the Brit's cock hardening underneath him and it was erotic as hell. Turning he captured the ginger's lips in a heated kiss which got a wolf whistle or two from Ulrik, who was getting more drunk as the evening went on. The young guitarist not used to heavy drinking unlike both Lars and Bjorn. His bright blue eyes were locked on Dee and Bjorn found it cute.
"Well, excuse me, Bjorn. Perhaps you and your ginger here would like to get a room."
Lars usual tartiness causing Bjorn to snort out in amusement and give Rekker's thigh a squeeze. He knew what Rekker wanted and it was so fucking hot. They'd have to find a toilet stall and soon.
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on 2021-11-21 09:04 pm (UTC)"Five..." Rekker started to laugh though he could feel his pulse pounding from Bjorn. "We didn't see him for hours and they threatened to take our shit if we didn't leave the dressing room."
Devon hit Rekker, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Rekker had no chance to say anything more because that kiss derailed all thoughts except biting Bjorn's lip and grabbing his crotch. He's so damned horny all the sudden.
Dee snorted giggles at the wolf whistle. Rekker's temper was flaring a little with his arousal and he turned his attention to Lars.
"Maybe I'll just put him over the table since you two obviously need to see how it's done." His arm tightened around Bjorn defensively. Devon was watching and glanced at the crowd. He knew if anyone bothered Bjorn now Rekker would tear them apart.
He started laughing, a little nervous. "You're a ginger whore. Keep it in your pants because I don't want another fucking fight."