Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

[metallhuvud]

After finding out about the incident within the Mexican takeaway Bjorn was so fucking angry. Rekker had told him about the slimy reporter and this had riled up the Swede to no end. He'd wanted to have been there so he could have shoved the notepad up the guy's ass and then shoved him out onto the ground outside. Fucking rude! So now the Swede was going to plan to start shit, possibly with Aarne because he knew the crazy Fin would be up for this too.

Time to start the shit show.

The Swede had already been out shopping for the day down in LA and had come back to Rekker's mansion with bags of things. A whole shit load of condoms, super stretch ones, a couple of bottles of pink sparkly glitter and a big bottle of PVA glue. This was so that condom balloons could be made with glitter and glue poured inside. Ammunition for throwing at the bastard neighbours houses. Their posh, expensive mansions which needed to be decorated, clearly. Bjorn was going to throw empty booze bottles at their walls and windows too because why the fuck not?

Some of these fuckers called Rekker disgusting names like child rapist and shit. Bjorn wasn't having any of it so now he was grabbing the phone and calling the hotel where the bands were staying. He wanted to talk to Aarne.

"Hello! It's me, Bjorn. Who is this? I want to talk to Aarne."

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[suomi_thunder]

The phone gets picked up and there's scuffling and giggling on the other end as Aarne, Rik and who knows who else start trying to answer.

"HELLO!" It's Aarne that wins out, screaming into the phone. "Hi, Bjorn. I thought you'd be pinned down by your ginger at this time of the day."

He was guessing but they all had routines for food, sex, sleep. Bjorn was always over with Robert's brother at this time of the day, or it felt that way, so this was an educated guess on the part of the Fin.

[metallhuvud]

"Aarne? Hey, babe! Fancy causing some shit to some fuck head neighbours in Rekker's street? Some asshole reporter tried to pry into his life today and it fucked me off! Time for a shit show. You in?"

The Swede had already got his condoms ammo glitter balloons ready. All he needed to do was to invite some friends to fuck people over. These posh fucks with all they'd been saying about Rekker and his students---they deserved this. He giggled as he held the phone close whilst drinking out of a bottle of tequila in the other. The bottle being bought from a local store down the road.

"How about it, honey? I know how much you like to cause shit."

[suomi_thunder]

"Fuck yeah!" Aarne screamed and looked around at the others in the room. "What are we doing, doll?"

He was excited because he hates the reporters and the nonsense. He and Joe hadn't had too many of those yet but it was only a matter of time. Fuck them messing with Bjorn and Rekker. Aarne could see the two were happy, that Robert's destroyed brother was smiling even if it was faint. Fuck these bastards.

"I'm coming. Want me to bring anyone else? Where?" Aarne was already pulling on his boots and holding the phone awkwardly with his shoulder.

[metallhuvud]

"What are we doing? Fuck, we're going to graffiti and throw glitter glue-filled condom balloon bombs at the entitled fuck heads down Rekker's street. These rich Hill fucks need to have shit thrown at their houses for how they treat my babe."

Bjorn hated the rich fuck heads and the way they spoke lies about the ginger. Making him out to be some sexual deviant teaching the kids music. Or not as they might think. Also, they're rich idiots who deserve to be targeted with the shit show Bjorn has thought up for them.

"Uh, who else have you got, honey? Maybe someone who can ride a bike while we throw the bombs at the houses."

[suomi_thunder]

"They're fucking with your man?" Aarne was instantly furious, in part because men who had been with him had been harassed and he hated it.

"Joe....Ollie... ummm..." Aarne suddenly ran out into the hall, evident in the sound of his boots clopping. "VIKTOR!!!!"

He's banging on the door and doesn't care if the punk answers cranky or not. Aarne can't think of anyone better to throw shit at buildings.

[hellfire_andfury]

Viktor growled when he heard someone banging on his door. Fuck, what did they want? The Brit pulled open the door dressed in only his boxers since he'd woken up smashed with a sore head. That fucking Scandi booze had done his head in again. The punk frowned and wondered what the fuck the crazy Fin wanted.

"What do you want? I'm trying to fucking sleep here."

He pushed his mussed hair back and wondered what was going down. Another prank? The screaming usually gave it away.

[suomi_thunder]

"Get dressed you surly bastard." Aarne was in his face, on the phone and loud. "I don't care if you've had too much fucking and Mule!"


"These fucking bastards are messing with Bjorn's man. We're going to go throw shit at their houses and we need Vars' potato canon!" He's screaming now, shifting around in place with excitement before he pays attention to the phone. "I'm going to bring the punks!"

[hellfire_andfury]

"I'm not a fucking surly bastard, you screaming banshee."

Viktor snapped back, clearly not happy about being dragged from his bed by the crazy drummer. But now it seemed he was being invited along on some crazy shit show the Fin was creating. Bjorn? That fucking tarty bitch? The ginger was his man, wasn't he?

"Vars' potato cannon? Then, I'm bringing fucking molotovs, mate. Lucky I made a few up last night."

Throwing shit was fun and now Viktor seemed a bit happier than a few moments ago. He would fuck any wanker up who messed with the band.

[suomi_thunder]

"Shut up. I'm being quiet." In the scale of Aarne's loudness, this was probably true.

Aarne realized too late that Viktor was probably going to burn something and then shrugged. Too late now. "Yeah. I saw Vars making a canon. We're going to fuck these bastards up."

He waited at the door and talked to Bjorn. "Where are we meeting you?"

[metallhuvud]

"HEY BABE! I can't hear you? Oh----Aarne? Still there, honey? I heard the grumpy punk in the background. Is he coming along too? Vars as well? Fuck yeah! Uh how about you meet me at the top of the Hills just before the road goes down."

Rekker's house being at the bottom of this stretch of winding road. Perfect for a bike to navigate the narrow winding path so they could throw shit at the millionaire fuck head's mansions. Hell yeah. He had already made up a shit load of condom glitter bombs and guessed the punks would bring along other projectiles with them for maximum damage.

Would the cops get called? Let them. It would be fun!

[midnight_devil]

"what Fin scream about?" Apparently all the screaming woke the Norwegian too who was equally grouchy and barely dressed.

"We'll be there.. hmm. 30 minutes?" Aarne looked at the punks. "Maybe 40?" They looked rough as hell but he knew they were both happy bastards with each other. "I can call when we're on our way."

He turned his attention to the punks. "Get your shit together and I'll meet you next door." Now it was time to go drag Ollie and Joe into this mess. Rik was out with Billy or that would have been who he asked.

[hellfire_andfury]

Viktor just turned to Vars and wiped his face with his hand groaning slightly. Fuck. That damn noisy Fin waking him up too early in the fucking morning. But he wanted to cause shit to some rich assholes. This was a good excuse to drag his drunk ass out of bed.

"The crazy Fin bastard wants us to throw shit at rich fucks living near the ginger's mansion. You've been asked to bring your potato cannon and I'm bringing firebombs."

It was a fool proof plan and the Brit was all in because he hated entitled assholes and these were the worst. Bastards being shit heads to the trashy bitch's boyfriend. Whoever they were they deserved to have their lawns set on fire. Yawning, Viktor watched Aarne go to pester whoever next.

[midnight_devil]

Vars yawns and starts rubbing his eyes. What the hell time was it anyway? With Aarne it could be any time since the Fin ran around until he fell over, slept, and then was right back at it.

"Fin want us to burn down house?" That was an odd request but then he had every expectation that the Fin would never ask anyone for anything they expected. Vars gave Viktor a pat on the side before shuffling off to get a drink of water and try to dress.

Aarne however was now back in his room trying to rouse Joe, unless he was still awake, he wasn't sure, but he knew Ollie was already up so that would be easy.

[hellfire_andfury]

It was too fucking early for Viktor's tastes too as he pushed a hand through his mussed up blond locks and yawned. Fuck the Fin and this bullshit! But there was fire to be made and burning to be done. If anything could get Viktor out of bed it was the word fire and anything associated with it.

"The crazy Fin wants us to fuck up the ginger's neighbours. Fuck heads by the sounds of them."

Shrugging, that was all Viktor could get out of what Aarne had said. The punk pulled on his clothes and was soon ready to leave their room. A quick swig of vodka to rouse his senses and he was soon packing a few bottles into his jacket for the road.

...

Joe was snoring loudly when he then felt someone pushing and shoving him, attempting to wake him up. Fuck! Who was this? The Brit groaned and slowly opened his eyes groggily and rolled over feeling a hard glass bottle push against his belly. Oh. The empty Jack bottle from last night.

"Hmm---who is it?"

[midnight_devil]

Vars dressed slowly and really wished he had some coffee to chug before they left. Cold water on his neck and face helped and he used it to rewet the gel in his hair, fixing the spikes that had been messed in the night. Still groggy and yawning he dug out a flare gun from all the random shit he toted around. No one knew how he managed to smuggle it all through security at airports but he did.

"Have bottles on bike." He told Viktor when he was finally ready and a bit more awake. He gave the Brit a smacking ass grab as he walked by to go find the Fin and Swede. It was hot to watch Viktor burn things down, something Vars anticipated to be part of his morning.

******

Aarne climbed on top of Joe when he rolled over and pressed a kiss to his lips.

"Wake up, kuuma!" Aarne's loud, maybe even louder than usual, and wide awake. "Bjorn needs our help."

[helland_damnation]

Joe was sluggish. He rolled over in bed and then heard the empty bottle of Jack roll onto the floor with a soft thud. How many bottles had they both drank the night before? So many. The Brit groaned and pushed his black hair out of his face. He was hungover and tired.

"Bjorn? What the fuck does he want?"

Groaning once more, Joe rolled back over and snatched the covers, pulling them over his naked body, wanting nothing but sleep. Fuck the crazy Swede and what he wanted. All he ever wanted was ginger cock anyway.

"Tired, babe."

[suomi_thunder]

"He wants to turn the neighbor's house into a glitter fire." That was what Aarne got out of Viktor plus a glitter cannon anyway.

Aarne pressed a kiss to Joe's cheek while sliding under the covers with the Brit. "I can wake you up."

He started to stroke Joe's naked side because he knew something sexy might get the Brit moving.

[helland_damnation]

"Ngh--what? Fuck, it's too early, babe."

Joe felt the kiss to his cheek and then the warm body sliding under the covers next to him. That he liked as he pushed himself up against his Fin and nuzzled into that soft black hair. Did he want to be woken up? Not really. But Aarne wanted him to so he made exceptions.

"You want a fuck, Peachy? Or do you want to suck me?"

Rolling onto his back, Joe opened his eyes and then caressed Aarne's sides with his hands.

[suomi_thunder]

Aarne slid right along with Joe as he rolled onto his back, coming to rest straddling the Brit under the blankets.

"What do you want, Unikeko?" Aarne let his hands slide up Joe's chest as he leaned forward to lick his nipple and gently tug on the ring with his teeth. Bjorn could surely wait a few minutes while he took care of his sleepy lover.

[helland_damnation]

"How about you suck me off, babe?"

Joe muttered through a haze of sleepiness. He reached out grabbing some of Aarne's thick black hair, pulling softly and groaning. Having his cock sucked in the morning was one of the bassist's favourite things and he knew he'd be able to function better after an amazing climax.

"I love your mouth."

[suomi_thunder]

"You'll owe me later." Aarne spoke with a grin before kissing Joe on the chin. Then he was sliding down under the blankets.

He couldn't help but kiss and lick his way down the front of the naked Brit. He was too sexy not to kiss all over while Aarne slowly started to stroke Joe's cock. It was best to wake up slowly with a loving hand job that would soon turn to licking and sucking.

[helland_damnation]

"I'll give you whatever you want later, babe. All you need to do is ask."

Joe grinned and then gasped when Aarne began to kiss and lick down his front. That always felt good and the bassist could feel his skin begin to prickle with arousal. That tongue! Fuck! Wiggling slightly, Joe opened his legs and awaited that hot skilled mouth to wrap around his cock.

"This is the best way to wake up, Peachy."

The stroking felt good with Aarne's hand around his hardening cock, causing the Brit to moan. Bjorn and the rest of them could wait. This was more important.

[suomi_thunder]

Aarne giggled at the promise for anything he wanted. He would have to think about that for awhile, but later. Right now, he was enjoying they way Joe squirmed beneath his lips.

"Better than fucking me?" Aarne smirked beneath the covers, teasing his lover briefly before giving his hard cock a long, slow lick from base to tip. Bjorn was completely forgotten by the Fin as he took his lover's entire length into his mouth, sucking and pressing his tongue tightly to the underside. The taste got the Fin moaning and feeling his own cock harden.

[helland_damnation]

"Not as good as fucking you. No way, babe. My cock belongs in your tight peachy ass."

Joe shivered slightly from Aarne's hot tongue licking up his hot, throbbing cock. It always felt good when the Fin pleasured his Brit lover with his skilled tongue. Fuck did it! The bassist's hands slipped under the covers to grab onto some of Aarne's thick black hair, pulling on some of it.

"Oh fuck!---babe!"

Bjorn could wait. Whatever the trashy blond wanted it could fucking wait because Joe was getting a blow job. Arching up he gasped and began to pant as his pleasure began to build.

[suomi_thunder]

Aarne moaned from the tugs on his hair and the way Joe's body moved, the sounds too. Lust was burning in his veins and Bjorn could go to hell for the moment. A few more moments of sucking and Aarne stopped, tossing back the blankets and crawling up on Joe.

"I can't." The Fin begs as he presses his body to the Brit, from soft chest all the way to his hard cock. "Fuck me, please."

Kissing up Joe's neck, the drummer wanted more than sucking his lover. The Brit was too hot to resist and he agreed that the bassist's cock was even better in his tight ass than his mouth.