"I bet they can. Oh? You're quite a ensamvarg aren't you? A maverick."
Hjalmar liked this already about the hairy Dane as he sipped at his drink, keeping his eyes on the handsome man he was drinking with. As for Rex being a drunk--maybe he was just over drinking to try and keep up with the other Danes and his love interest. Good luck with that. Not that it was Hjalmar's business what Rex and Ansgar got up to since he was focused on Torden.
"Have you ever slept with any Swedish men before?"
"Good answer that. Fuck everyone who thinks they can judge. Most think I'm just some fucking drunk but I'm more than just a guitarist who enjoys his booze. I like looking through my telescope at the stars and planets. I'm a stargazer when I'm not playing my guitar. Want to see it sometime? My telescope?"
The trashy drunk just giggled a little knowing full well what the innuendo suggested but Hjalmar was being serious too.
"Maybe. I've never been into the whole notch on the bedpost thing. More how many pairs of underwear I can collect from my lovers."
"You are a drunk." Torden wasn't about to stay quiet after watching Ansgar act like this for years too. "Is that astronomy or a proposition?"
The older Dane laughed and took a drink. He was a natural flirt especially when the other person seemed receptive.
"You'll be out of luck with some. Not everyone wears anything under their pants." Torden usually did but he offered a teasing wink and a smirk with that comment. Let the guitarist wonder.
"Maybe I am but no one seems to complain about it much. Ivar makes us booze and we drink it. Sven is fine with me drinking as long as I can still stand and play guitar on stage. I don't like to get too smashed before going on performing."
Hjalmar was adamant in that. Playing guitar took concentration so he couldn't be too drunk for that. He just got wrecked coming off stage when it was all over instead.
"Kinky. I like a man who doesn't wear underwear. Easier access."
"Maybe someone should?" Torden said it without thinking, well not thinking about Hjalmar. Ansgar needed help and he couldn't shake the feeling that this Swede did too. The older Dane just sighed. "Ansgar and Mikkel keep getting wasted on Ivar's booze."
What else was he going to say now that he felt like a fool for that first comment. This world was different than his own and these weren't his family, not yet anyway, still it was in his nature to care. The other comments got a grin out of the Dane.
"I never want to be too easy for anyone else." Torden winked at the guitarist before downing the remainder of his drink.
"You mean someone tell me to slow down with the booze?"
Hjalmar just looked at the Dane and shrugged. Why would he want to? He was happy, wasn't he? Just drinking with his friends and getting into trouble. This was the life of a rock star, wasn't it? The Swede just couldn't see past his habit.
"Ivar's gut rot is fucking lethal. Have you tried any yet? Fredrik gets silly and giggly on it while Sven seems to be able to drink more than anyone else. All except Ivar. He can last a whole night on his own booze. Must be fucking immune or something."
The drunken guitarist just enjoying the Dane's company as he downed his own drink in kind.
"I drink with Erik and he always collapses on my leg when he's drunk. No more hoes in the flowers though."
Torden sighed because he knew that sound to someone's voice. It reminded him of Ansgar and he's not surprised to have the question deflected with something about booze being fun. He might as well go along with it because he'd had way too many arguments about booze with Ansgar, enough to last a lifetime or more.
"Mikkel gets into it with your bassist and I hear they end up naked in bed." Torden laughed a little because he knew it was mostly innocent. Mikkel adored the Harlot's bassist but it wasn't like the one from Blixt. Sigurd had ahold of the youngest Dane.
"I heard the old man of the tour bitched you two to high hell for the flowers." Which Torden knew mad sense. He had to keep this crazy train on track and there were probably nights where it got to be too much and they would all get in trouble. He'd seen it first hand with the people who had to wrangle groups of models too. Some might look at Torden and call him trashy, he'd agree, but in the grand scheme of things he was mature and responsible.
Hjalmar didn't really like talking about his problems much because he didn't view his drinking as a problem. Shrugging, he moved on with the conversation and began laughing at how Fredrik acted with Mikkel. Of course young Fredrik was getting into trouble with the baby Dane.
"Mikkel? I've heard him called brat and the baby Dane? Sigurd is his dirty daddy, isn't he? That's what Bjorn seems to shout everytime he sees Sigurd. Fucking hilarious."
As for the hitch with the flowerbeds? That Tom really kicked the two drunken guitarists in the balls because he wasn't a man to mess with. Stardust's old man was brutal but fair.
"Erik pissed in the flowers while I fell in them. Tom made us get up too fucking early to replant them."
Torden let out a little laugh and shrugged. "Mikkel's just barely 18 and Sigurd jumped all over him, and the bassist is what? My age at least. He's so fucking dirty going after a barely of age virgin as soon as he shows up."
Torden barely got a drink in before he's laughing again. "I hear Tom is everyone's dad."
Or most of them anyway. Maybe not the older band but maybe them too.
"Sigurd is a fucking dirty bastard from the sound of things. Him and his brat boy. Virgin sex? Kinky fuck."
Hjalmar just began laughing as he got himself another drink. A near full glass of whiskey which nearly overflowed as he sipped at it. Tom was Ziggy's dad wasn't he? Stardust's old man. Fuck, he was such a killjoy when it came to band chaos. Then there was the other old guy; Robert. Erik's druid daddy or that's what he'd heard.
"He kicked mine and Erik's asses. Such a fucking killjoy but he gets the job done. Strong man. Herding cats I suppose. Erik is so in love with his druid daddy, Robert."
"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.
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Hjalmar liked this already about the hairy Dane as he sipped at his drink, keeping his eyes on the handsome man he was drinking with. As for Rex being a drunk--maybe he was just over drinking to try and keep up with the other Danes and his love interest. Good luck with that. Not that it was Hjalmar's business what Rex and Ansgar got up to since he was focused on Torden.
"Have you ever slept with any Swedish men before?"
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Which was true for the most part. He did care about his family and close friends but everyone else could mind their own business.
The question got a laugh from the Dane. "No. Are you looking to notch Dane off your checklist?"
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The trashy drunk just giggled a little knowing full well what the innuendo suggested but Hjalmar was being serious too.
"Maybe. I've never been into the whole notch on the bedpost thing. More how many pairs of underwear I can collect from my lovers."
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The older Dane laughed and took a drink. He was a natural flirt especially when the other person seemed receptive.
"You'll be out of luck with some. Not everyone wears anything under their pants." Torden usually did but he offered a teasing wink and a smirk with that comment. Let the guitarist wonder.
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Hjalmar was adamant in that. Playing guitar took concentration so he couldn't be too drunk for that. He just got wrecked coming off stage when it was all over instead.
"Kinky. I like a man who doesn't wear underwear. Easier access."
Was the dark-haired Swede trash? Yes, he was.
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What else was he going to say now that he felt like a fool for that first comment. This world was different than his own and these weren't his family, not yet anyway, still it was in his nature to care. The other comments got a grin out of the Dane.
"I never want to be too easy for anyone else." Torden winked at the guitarist before downing the remainder of his drink.
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Hjalmar just looked at the Dane and shrugged. Why would he want to? He was happy, wasn't he? Just drinking with his friends and getting into trouble. This was the life of a rock star, wasn't it? The Swede just couldn't see past his habit.
"Ivar's gut rot is fucking lethal. Have you tried any yet? Fredrik gets silly and giggly on it while Sven seems to be able to drink more than anyone else. All except Ivar. He can last a whole night on his own booze. Must be fucking immune or something."
The drunken guitarist just enjoying the Dane's company as he downed his own drink in kind.
"I drink with Erik and he always collapses on my leg when he's drunk. No more hoes in the flowers though."
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Torden sighed because he knew that sound to someone's voice. It reminded him of Ansgar and he's not surprised to have the question deflected with something about booze being fun. He might as well go along with it because he'd had way too many arguments about booze with Ansgar, enough to last a lifetime or more.
"Mikkel gets into it with your bassist and I hear they end up naked in bed." Torden laughed a little because he knew it was mostly innocent. Mikkel adored the Harlot's bassist but it wasn't like the one from Blixt. Sigurd had ahold of the youngest Dane.
"I heard the old man of the tour bitched you two to high hell for the flowers." Which Torden knew mad sense. He had to keep this crazy train on track and there were probably nights where it got to be too much and they would all get in trouble. He'd seen it first hand with the people who had to wrangle groups of models too. Some might look at Torden and call him trashy, he'd agree, but in the grand scheme of things he was mature and responsible.
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"Mikkel? I've heard him called brat and the baby Dane? Sigurd is his dirty daddy, isn't he? That's what Bjorn seems to shout everytime he sees Sigurd. Fucking hilarious."
As for the hitch with the flowerbeds? That Tom really kicked the two drunken guitarists in the balls because he wasn't a man to mess with. Stardust's old man was brutal but fair.
"Erik pissed in the flowers while I fell in them. Tom made us get up too fucking early to replant them."
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Torden barely got a drink in before he's laughing again. "I hear Tom is everyone's dad."
Or most of them anyway. Maybe not the older band but maybe them too.
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Hjalmar just began laughing as he got himself another drink. A near full glass of whiskey which nearly overflowed as he sipped at it. Tom was Ziggy's dad wasn't he? Stardust's old man. Fuck, he was such a killjoy when it came to band chaos. Then there was the other old guy; Robert. Erik's druid daddy or that's what he'd heard.
"He kicked mine and Erik's asses. Such a fucking killjoy but he gets the job done. Strong man. Herding cats I suppose. Erik is so in love with his druid daddy, Robert."
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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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