"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 2021-11-02 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."