"He pretends he isn't." Torden started to laugh again. "I bet he's a freak behind closed doors."
Torden looked at that full glass and frowned. In a moment of boldness, he took the glass and shot it down, the whole thing. He hadn't drank much yet so he wouldn't be as affected by it. Torden understood there needed to be limits and destroyed property needed to be paid for. It must cost a fortune to clean up after the mayhem.
"It probably costs a hell of a lot to clean up after all of you." He was sure that the man was just trying to cut his, or rather all the bands', losses from destruction.
That just had the drunken Swede laughing into his drink because Sigurd was such a dirty fuck. He acted like a responsible adult being the "daddy" figure but underneath all his bluster he was just as trashy as the rest of them. Torden's words did get an amused snort because it was funny just how much shit some of the drunken bate mates caused.
"Probably? How about you? I bet you like a good time in bed. Ever had a hot dark-haired Swedish guitarist in your bed before, gorgeous? I can play a double-necked guitar with a bow and people go mad for it."
Was guitar porn a thing? Hjalmar thought it should be.
"Mikkel gets drunk sometimes and tells us all the dirty things he does."
Torden started to giggle because it was hilarious how Sigurd behaved but also cute how Mikkel wanted to talk to someone about it when he got a little too much booze in him.
"I am the good time in bed." Torden winked at the Swede and then grinned. "No, never had a Swede." This sounded like an offer but then Torden was stifling a bit of a giggle. "You should talk to Rik about guitars. He's always toting around an 18 string."
"Never had a Swede before? I might be your first then tonight."
Hjalmar clinked his glass against Torden's one and smirked, offering a drunken wink. The guitarist was nearly almost drunk off his head, collapsed over some bar or another with Sven or Ivar usually having to carry their guitarist into the nearest taxi. An absolute trashfire.
"Rik? I'll have to talk to him because there aren't many 18 string players around. Sometimes I play a bow fiddle against my strings on stage. Fucking epic."
Downing his drink in one the drunken Swede then moved in a little closer towards Torden.
Torden grinned because he didn't mind. He enjoyed sex and the Swede was attractive. It definitely seemed he was doing just that when he scooted closer.
"Rik plays a ton of instruments." Torden honestly hadn't kept track but he knew it was a lot.
"Am I? Would you like me to invite myself into your bed?"
Hjalmar was a cheeky bastard and right now he was drunk and flirting with the hot Dane. Talking to Rik about instruments wouldn't be a bad idea because the Swede was always up for meeting fellow musicians with similar interests to his.
"How about you play on my instrument tonight."
The Swede smirked and downed his drink in one, putting his glass down with a tap.
"Are you looking to sleep off your drunk or something else?"
He could be a cheeky tease too when he wanted to. Torden started to laugh and shake his head. "If that is about a blowjob, you'll be the one playing something."
He had no filter, especially after this many drinks.
"Sleep off the drink? No fucking way. I want your hot body against mine."
The drunken Swede just smirked and gently touched Torden's hair for a moment or two. There was nothing wrong with chatting up a hot Dane in a bar was there? Hjalmar found the Dane to be fucking hot.
"If I was totally smashed I'd be too---well, I'd be unable to sleep with you."
A flicker of awkwardness flashed across the Swede's face as he looked away, slightly ashamed of what he had just said. He rarely spoke about his problem.
Torden laughed good naturedly at the proposition from the guitarist. Torden smiled at the touch to his hair and leaned over to kiss Hjalmar's cheek.
"That's what a sober morning is for." Torden could see the shame, more than most probably because Ansgar sometimes had the same kind of issues and response to them. "Sometimes waking up to sex is better than drunken night sex."
"This is what Erik has told me with him and Robert. That they like to fuck in the morning instead of at night. It's romantic and cute."
Maybe Torden was right and the guitarist didn't need to worry about not becoming aroused because he was too trashed. Torden seemed to understand better maybe because he was with Ansgar. Surely the younger Dane had faced similar issues.
"Shall we blow this joint and head back to a comfy hotel bed?"
"It can be romantic... or desperate." Torden smirked. There were times when one of his lovers crawled into his bed trashed and the wait until morning would wind him up. Not that any of them ever complained.
"My comfy bed or yours?" It was a legitimate question while Torden waved down the bartender to pay his tab.
Hjalmar wasn't really sharing his room with anyone since most had moved out to stay in their partner's beds. The drunken Swede was on his own and often got so trashed he slept on the floor or rolled out of bed. Getting up, the guitarist kissed Torden on the cheek as they made their way back to the hotel.
Torden wasn't sure but Ansgar was probably already in his, who knows who else. The Dane turned to catch a quick kiss on the Swede's lips before turning to head upstairs with the guitarist.
"What do you think?" Torden grabbed Hjalmar's ass as he walked up beside him. If he was getting invited for sex then he was going to spend this time flirting.
Hjalmar just laughed at that but knew it was true because he'd heard about Torden and his mini harem of hot boys. Mostly Danes but a Norwegian thrown into the mix too. The tart. The journey back to the hotel was short as both men were now walking up the stairs towards Hjalmar's room. No one should be inside it unless Rex was drunk and had wondered in by mistake.
"I've had Joe and Aarne screaming at me from inside my room once. Came back and found them leaving bottles of Jack for me. Great guys. Rex once fell asleep naked on my hotel room floor too. Fredrik leaving a cardboard cut-out of a bloke with a big cock too. No idea what that was about."
All the things that went on inside a rock star's hotel. The ass grab got a laugh as the Swede pulled Torden in for a hungry kiss.
Torden winked at him while they walked. He was always honest, even if he covered it in playfulness. The Dane didn't want anyone to walk into his life without knowing what it was like.
"Aarne and Joe are thoughtful." Torden smiled because he had met the crazy Dane once before but crazy as he might be the young man had a good heart. "Mikkel and Fredrik have ended up drunk on my floor. I'm sure the Dane is why you ended up with the cutout."
Torden paused to pull the guitarist closer, flush to his body while they kissed.
"Four? Fuck, you dirty bastard. I love it though. All these hot men you have in your bed. This just means I have to make it even better so you have a good time with me."
Hjalmar was trash but he didn't care. Torden had all these hot boys in his bed so now it seemed another was about to join his harem. Harem? That sounded about right. The Swede wrapped his arms around the Dane, shoving his own needy body against Torden's to kiss and bite along his neck. Fuck, he was hot!
"Nhg---I fucking want you."
The Swede's erect cock now jutting up against his tight pants lewdly.
"You could join us sometime." Torden was getting dirty and how could he not with the guitarist pressing up against him. The kisses to his neck got a quiet moan as he ran his fingers into the Swede's hair.
"You'll get me." Torden laughed and shoved up against Hjalmar and reached down between them to start unbuttoning the guitarist's shirt. "But it's no fun without some foreplay and tease."
Not that Torden always spent time on foreplay. He could get crazy and needy just like anyone else but with a new partner he liked to take his time.
Hjalmar was set on having Torden because the man was so fucking hot and sexy. Stepping back to allow the Dane to unbutton his shirt, he grinned and licked his lips feeling drunk but also horny.
"Tease me. I want it."
The Swede leaning close, brushing his bare chest up against the Dane's while kissing a line down Torden's neck.
Torden grinned and winked at the Swede. He was mischievous by default especially when sliding off a lover's shirt. He let his fingertips drift down all that newly exposed skin, touching butterfly light.
"Are you a dirty young man?" Torden laughed quietly as he tilted his head back to expose more of his neck to his lover's lips.
Hjalmar laughed and then sucked in a breath when he felt Torden's fingers trail down his naked chest. It felt good just being close to the man who had so many lovers already, wanting to be something special to him. Hjalmar was a trashy drunken whore but was caring and demanding at the same time.
"What do you think?"
The Swede gently bit Torden's earlobe while his fingers ghosted over the Dane's crotch.
Torden leaned in and pulled the Swede's hair aside so he could nip his way up his neck. This was getting hot in a hurry. Not that Torden minded, he was already getting turned on from the flirting and kissing.
"I bet you're even dirtier naked." Torden purred the words into the guitarist's ear as he began to undo his belt and get him out of those tight pants. "You're going to have to work if you want me naked."
Of course he meant the skin tight leather pants he was wearing which would surely be a task for drunken fingers.
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Torden looked at that full glass and frowned. In a moment of boldness, he took the glass and shot it down, the whole thing. He hadn't drank much yet so he wouldn't be as affected by it. Torden understood there needed to be limits and destroyed property needed to be paid for. It must cost a fortune to clean up after the mayhem.
"It probably costs a hell of a lot to clean up after all of you." He was sure that the man was just trying to cut his, or rather all the bands', losses from destruction.
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That just had the drunken Swede laughing into his drink because Sigurd was such a dirty fuck. He acted like a responsible adult being the "daddy" figure but underneath all his bluster he was just as trashy as the rest of them. Torden's words did get an amused snort because it was funny just how much shit some of the drunken bate mates caused.
"Probably? How about you? I bet you like a good time in bed. Ever had a hot dark-haired Swedish guitarist in your bed before, gorgeous? I can play a double-necked guitar with a bow and people go mad for it."
Was guitar porn a thing? Hjalmar thought it should be.
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Torden started to giggle because it was hilarious how Sigurd behaved but also cute how Mikkel wanted to talk to someone about it when he got a little too much booze in him.
"I am the good time in bed." Torden winked at the Swede and then grinned. "No, never had a Swede." This sounded like an offer but then Torden was stifling a bit of a giggle. "You should talk to Rik about guitars. He's always toting around an 18 string."
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Hjalmar clinked his glass against Torden's one and smirked, offering a drunken wink. The guitarist was nearly almost drunk off his head, collapsed over some bar or another with Sven or Ivar usually having to carry their guitarist into the nearest taxi. An absolute trashfire.
"Rik? I'll have to talk to him because there aren't many 18 string players around. Sometimes I play a bow fiddle against my strings on stage. Fucking epic."
Downing his drink in one the drunken Swede then moved in a little closer towards Torden.
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Torden grinned because he didn't mind. He enjoyed sex and the Swede was attractive. It definitely seemed he was doing just that when he scooted closer.
"Rik plays a ton of instruments." Torden honestly hadn't kept track but he knew it was a lot.
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Hjalmar was a cheeky bastard and right now he was drunk and flirting with the hot Dane. Talking to Rik about instruments wouldn't be a bad idea because the Swede was always up for meeting fellow musicians with similar interests to his.
"How about you play on my instrument tonight."
The Swede smirked and downed his drink in one, putting his glass down with a tap.
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He could be a cheeky tease too when he wanted to. Torden started to laugh and shake his head. "If that is about a blowjob, you'll be the one playing something."
He had no filter, especially after this many drinks.
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The drunken Swede just smirked and gently touched Torden's hair for a moment or two. There was nothing wrong with chatting up a hot Dane in a bar was there? Hjalmar found the Dane to be fucking hot.
"If I was totally smashed I'd be too---well, I'd be unable to sleep with you."
A flicker of awkwardness flashed across the Swede's face as he looked away, slightly ashamed of what he had just said. He rarely spoke about his problem.
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"That's what a sober morning is for." Torden could see the shame, more than most probably because Ansgar sometimes had the same kind of issues and response to them. "Sometimes waking up to sex is better than drunken night sex."
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Maybe Torden was right and the guitarist didn't need to worry about not becoming aroused because he was too trashed. Torden seemed to understand better maybe because he was with Ansgar. Surely the younger Dane had faced similar issues.
"Shall we blow this joint and head back to a comfy hotel bed?"
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"My comfy bed or yours?" It was a legitimate question while Torden waved down the bartender to pay his tab.
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Hjalmar wasn't really sharing his room with anyone since most had moved out to stay in their partner's beds. The drunken Swede was on his own and often got so trashed he slept on the floor or rolled out of bed. Getting up, the guitarist kissed Torden on the cheek as they made their way back to the hotel.
"Are you a top or bottom, Torden?"
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Torden wasn't sure but Ansgar was probably already in his, who knows who else. The Dane turned to catch a quick kiss on the Swede's lips before turning to head upstairs with the guitarist.
"What do you think?" Torden grabbed Hjalmar's ass as he walked up beside him. If he was getting invited for sex then he was going to spend this time flirting.
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Hjalmar just laughed at that but knew it was true because he'd heard about Torden and his mini harem of hot boys. Mostly Danes but a Norwegian thrown into the mix too. The tart. The journey back to the hotel was short as both men were now walking up the stairs towards Hjalmar's room. No one should be inside it unless Rex was drunk and had wondered in by mistake.
"I've had Joe and Aarne screaming at me from inside my room once. Came back and found them leaving bottles of Jack for me. Great guys. Rex once fell asleep naked on my hotel room floor too. Fredrik leaving a cardboard cut-out of a bloke with a big cock too. No idea what that was about."
All the things that went on inside a rock star's hotel. The ass grab got a laugh as the Swede pulled Torden in for a hungry kiss.
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Torden winked at him while they walked. He was always honest, even if he covered it in playfulness. The Dane didn't want anyone to walk into his life without knowing what it was like.
"Aarne and Joe are thoughtful." Torden smiled because he had met the crazy Dane once before but crazy as he might be the young man had a good heart. "Mikkel and Fredrik have ended up drunk on my floor. I'm sure the Dane is why you ended up with the cutout."
Torden paused to pull the guitarist closer, flush to his body while they kissed.
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Hjalmar was trash but he didn't care. Torden had all these hot boys in his bed so now it seemed another was about to join his harem. Harem? That sounded about right. The Swede wrapped his arms around the Dane, shoving his own needy body against Torden's to kiss and bite along his neck. Fuck, he was hot!
"Nhg---I fucking want you."
The Swede's erect cock now jutting up against his tight pants lewdly.
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"You'll get me." Torden laughed and shoved up against Hjalmar and reached down between them to start unbuttoning the guitarist's shirt. "But it's no fun without some foreplay and tease."
Not that Torden always spent time on foreplay. He could get crazy and needy just like anyone else but with a new partner he liked to take his time.
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Hjalmar was set on having Torden because the man was so fucking hot and sexy. Stepping back to allow the Dane to unbutton his shirt, he grinned and licked his lips feeling drunk but also horny.
"Tease me. I want it."
The Swede leaning close, brushing his bare chest up against the Dane's while kissing a line down Torden's neck.
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Torden grinned and winked at the Swede. He was mischievous by default especially when sliding off a lover's shirt. He let his fingertips drift down all that newly exposed skin, touching butterfly light.
"Are you a dirty young man?" Torden laughed quietly as he tilted his head back to expose more of his neck to his lover's lips.
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Hjalmar laughed and then sucked in a breath when he felt Torden's fingers trail down his naked chest. It felt good just being close to the man who had so many lovers already, wanting to be something special to him. Hjalmar was a trashy drunken whore but was caring and demanding at the same time.
"What do you think?"
The Swede gently bit Torden's earlobe while his fingers ghosted over the Dane's crotch.
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Torden leaned in and pulled the Swede's hair aside so he could nip his way up his neck. This was getting hot in a hurry. Not that Torden minded, he was already getting turned on from the flirting and kissing.
"I bet you're even dirtier naked." Torden purred the words into the guitarist's ear as he began to undo his belt and get him out of those tight pants. "You're going to have to work if you want me naked."
Of course he meant the skin tight leather pants he was wearing which would surely be a task for drunken fingers.