"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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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.