helland_damnation | TFLN and Continuations, bitches!

"Russian vodka." Vars laughs. "When we're back, see if you're man enough for Balkan 176. That's real vodka."

It was true that Vars found the American vodka weak but not unpleasant. Vars was a far more sensible driver but once they were to the freeway he would certainly open up the throttle and get moving.

Once they got to the on ramp to the Route 495 into New Jersey, Rik took to the berm and flew past the traffic. Now it was an all out race, Aarne coming up the other side of the traffic as the bandmates pushed their bikes to well over a hundred miles and hour. Aarne and Rik laughing as they zipped between cars to take up the middle lane, side by side and trying to outpace each other. Rik having a little bit of an advantage since his bike was carrying a little less weight.

"That's the best kind. I've had all the gut rot you can drink, mate. Bring it on later and I'll do some fire breathing with you."

Viktor smirked and looked forward to the time with Vars. The man had the same interests as the Brit and this made all the difference. Watching Rik fly past on his Ducati, the singer noticed Billy turn around briefly and put a middle finger up at Viktor on his way past. Of course. The earned a steely glare as the punk raised his own finger up at his guitarist.

Joe was loving every second of it as he sat on the back holding onto Aarne. The Dane and the Fin were equally as skilled riders and this pleased the bassist. It was good fun too just speeding along. Were there any cops around? Who cared!

Vars laughed. "So you and the other pretty boy can bang each other's heads over something again?" Vars had taught the other two to breathe fire because it was a common thing in stage shows in Norway. "In Norway, every band has fire breather."

Vars laughed and yelled after them. "Bedre pull over. Din dreng vil have det op i røven." That got a middle finger up in the air from the Dane.

If the cops showed up it wouldn't be the first time Aarne and Rik had to blow past the police. they'd done it before. Though both weren't as law breaking as they seemed, especially Aarne, there were some things that were too fun.

As they zoomed down the freeway, Aarne popped the clutch and the front tire came up, though he didn't do a full wheelie. He's crazy but with a passenger and the extra weight it is too dangerous to go full out. Rik just started laughing and opened up the full throttle. He hit 150 mph as he took to the far, high speed lane. This would get them to where they were going in a hurry.

"No more head banging with each other. I'm done with that shit from harp boy. We've learnt our lesson and we don't want Ziggy's old man on our backs."

Was Viktor scared of Tom? Not really. More he didn't want knocked on his ass by an older man, which he knew would happen if he kept behaving like a delinquent around him. Snorting with amusement, the punk wondered what Vars had said to the Dane. Something about him riding too fast perhaps?

Billy melded himself into Rik's back as his Dane took off, eating up the asphalt as his bike accelerated. Fuck, how fast were they going now? Easily over 150mph. The Brit had never been these speeds since his bike just didn't go as fast as a Ducati. It was more noise and attitude then a speedy runner. He leant into Rik's ear and shouted;

"Trying to show off, smukke? Maybe this shows you like being ridden hard and fast."

He couldn't help it.

"Ah well it isn't Ziggy's old man you should worry about." Vars tells the punk behind him. "He might look like not much but seen him with more balls than most men."

He respected his band members for the way they stood against all the shit they got for being different. "He boxed your head, no backing down. He's a good kid."

And Rik was to Vars. He started in the band at 17, Aarne only 18. Vars himself had thought about kids with his wife and between the divorce and literal kids joining the band he looked out for them. It helped him not get eaten by the despair at that point.

Rik laughed as he sped up even more and started cutting across traffic to get to the other lane and one of the exits coming up.

"Do I still need to show you?" He calls back.

Aarne saw Rik cut over and didn't slow at all as he dodged between cars to shift lanes. He was a slightly more reckless rider than the Dane but just as skilled. Once he is in the lane and safely going straight, Aarne turns his head to give Joe a quick kiss even if they are still going almost a hundred miles an hour.

Viktor just nods in silence at listening to Vars. He doesn't want to talk about the fight anymore because it was a sore spot to him. The fact that he nearly got beaten by harp boy was still causing him ego issues, even though he would get over it in time. Gripping harder around the Norwegian's midriff, Viktor just enjoyed the ride and hearing the loud aggressive sounds of the chopper bike.

Billy was thoroughly enjoying riding at high speed with his crazy Dane. Rik really showing some skill on his bike as he weaved in and out of the traffic. It was amazing and the Brit just laughed loudly as he saw Aarne and Joe shift between lanes. So far no cops which was something. Billy leaning close to shout into Rik's ear;

"Wait until we get back to our room tonight. I've got something to show you."

Joe shoved up a middle finger to a cop car approaching from behind their bike. Oh, here we go. It was something the bassist couldn't resist since the cop driving was just giving a dirty look to both men riding like maniacs.

"Cop car behind us, sweetie. Want me to moon the fuckers? They can kiss my sweet ass cheeks."

Edited Date: 2021-04-17 06:38 pm (UTC)

"Don't get so busted and sore." Vars could tell that Viktor was still taking it hard that the Dane had stood toe to toe with him. Now wasn't the time to talk about it but he imagined the Brit wouldn't feel so bad about the boy standing up to him if he knew what he had survived. Instead, Vars pressed a gloved hand over one of Viktor's, briefly before his hand was back on the handlebars. It was a sign of comfort. Vars didn't care that the Dane had busted Viktor in the mouth. The kid was just carving out his place with his new boyfriend's crew. It seemed like a normal thing to the bassist.

"What do you have?" Rik asked curiously though his eyes had to stay on the road at these speeds. They were almost to their location so Rik had to slow and wait for Aarne since he didn't know exactly where this place was. He could hear them coming up the high pitched sound of something approaching at high speed.

"Your ass cheeks are mine." Aarne slowed down and pulled up beside the cop car. Lifting two fingers up, spread he flicked his tongue between them, an absolutely lewd gesture in this country, in most countries. There's no way this car would be able to keep up with their bike if the sirens came on and Aarne bolted.

"I won't get busted and sore. Don't worry about me, Spiky. I'm a tough nut."

Hard to crack. Viktor was what Mick called a blockhead sometimes because he often bundled into situations without thinking which caused bad effects for all those involved. The man was a punk and had the give no shit attitude at times. Being with Vars though? This changed things. He now had a punk buddy and maybe more if things kept on going along the way they were. The hand over his own caused Viktor to smile. That felt nice. Was Vars his boyfriend? Punk mate? Whatever it was, the Brit loved it.

Billy laughed as he felt the wind snatch his hair from his face as they rode fast past all the traffic. As for the Dane's question, the Brit was keeping quiet because he wanted to keep it as a surprise for when they all got back to the hotel. Kissing Rik's ear, Billy smirked.

"A surprise. You'll have to wait until later."

Joe loved the gesture which was so lewd. He lifted his own gesture up at the police car which was a middle finger followed by it being sucked into his mouth. Then, the cops were staring, clearly not impressed. Shit. Would they get arrested? Would the sirens suddenly snap on? Joe was hoping for some action. Let them try to keep up with Aarne riding his bike faster than their shit heap of a car.

"Fuck you, assholes."

Joe shouted at the cop car, which had it's window down a notch. The cop in the passenger seat made a pull over signal with his hand. What would Aarne do next?

Vars laughs and shakes his head. "Already sore over boy busting your mouth. Nothing about it just getting his place with you. Punk scene back in Norway happen all the time. Two bands come together and some heads get busted then.. all friends because position sorted. Not hard feeling just how it is."

To the Norwegian it was expected that there would be some tension or fighting, verbal or physical, as they worked out how they all fit in one place. Vars didn't see Viktor as less of a man because the younger man went toe to toe with him. If anything, it had him respecting both of them more that they didn't back down. He could sense the tension in the Brit behind him and kept his hand on the one around his waist. Vars imagined that Viktor didn't get challenged so much like the Scandinavian punk scene saw.

Aarne was laughing so much that his hair was getting in his mouth as he watched the Brit behind him with his mirror. When he got the pull over signal Aarne drifted closer to the cop car and kicked the door with his heeled boot. It put a big scratch in the paint as he laughed. Giving them the finger he opened up the throttle and hoped the started chasing.

His eyes were on the lookout for the Dane. Seeing him ahead Aarne partially stood on the bike and raised his arm, looking like he was trying to lasso something given the hand gesture before sitting back down and speeding up.

Rik saw Aarne flying up fast behind them and his laughter stopped. "Damn him."

Sighing he pulled the throttle. "Aarne has the police on his ass."

He threw a waving looking signal and started putting distance between themselves and whatever cops were behind them.

Viktor snorted and shook his head. Was he sore? Not really. Yeah, he'd had a fight with harp boy but he wasn't going to let it effect him anymore. The deed was done. They had busted each other's mouths and Stardust's old man had busted up the party. There wasn't really much more to be said about it. He just wanted to move on.

"We should get drunk tonight, Spiky. Just me and you."

Was this Viktor subtly flirting from behind the Norwegian riding his bike? Maybe. It was the punk way.

Joe was laughing alongside Aarne who had now made a nice dent in the police car's paint work. The boot of the drummer being the culprit. The cops were pissed. Not knowing how American cops behaved compared to the ones back home, Joe just went along with it, knowing they could end up banged up but who gave a fuck? They were having fun!

"I think you made them angry, sweetie. That one looks like a right cocksucker."

The bassist now making more lewd gestures with his hand, making a cock sign and laughing. The cops now hitting on the sirens. Oh shit. It had just gotten real. Joe gripping Aarne's waist tightly. The cops slammed on the speed as they began chasing the unruly bikers, pulling down the window to make more pullover signs.

"Better slam on the gas, love."

Billy glanced behind hearing the police sirens. Oh god. That couldn't be good. Those two tearaways had got the cops on their asses now.

"Oh shit---the cops! I bet it was Aarne or Joe fucking around. Lose them, smukke. I know you can."

They would have to unless they felt comfortable sharing a cell for the night.

Vars smiles to himself as he slides his hand off Viktor's to get both hands back on the handlebars. He can hear the sirens ahead and knows exactly what is happening.

"Pretty boy can come drink anytime." Vars is definitely flirting with the Brit behind him. "Have Punsch in your country?"

Vars is planning on getting the Brit trashed for the fun of it and enjoy his company while he had it. He was close to his bandmates but they weren't like him the way Viktor was.

Still driving beside the angry cops Aarne turned and gave Joe the most obvious, full tongue kiss. Let the cops be fucked off. They would probably chase them and call in more cops but this wasn't the first time Aarne and Rik had to make a run for it.

"He can suck my cock if he can catch me." Aarne screamed then laughed and opened the throttle full. Aarne started weaving between cars at high speed. The cops were not going to be able to catch up but they were going to need to watch for any back up.

"Those bastards chasing us makes me want to fuck you." The whole running and escaping with a lover on the back of his bike was hot as hell.

Rik is laughing when he hears the sirens.

"This happens." Rik headed for an exit ramp to get off the freeway but he didn't want to leave Aarne to his own. Vars and Aarne both knew where the restaurant was but Rik slowed. "We need to make sure they don't get caught."

The Dane was too soft hearted and would worry way too much if he left and didn't know. He merged with traffic and drove normally while the other two caught up with the cops, probably, falling behind quickly.

Viktor just shook his head at the pretty boy comment. Was he going to be called that from now on? To be honest the punk rather liked it only because it came from Vars. If anyone else called him that? They'd be on the floor with a few cracked ribs and maybe a few bruises to go with it. Now, they could fuck the cops off even more, as Viktor laughed and raised a middle finger up behind him at any following cars.

The full tongue kiss was welcomed, as Joe giggled and playfully bit Aarne's lower lip while they rode with the cops on their back. Fucking assholes. They deserve to crash and burn.

"No one sucks your cock except me, baby."

Joe sporting a pouty face before sticking his tongue out at his Fin. The cocks could kiss his ass for all he cared. As for fucking? Joe wanted this anytime of day with Aarne because he was constantly horny.

Billy could hear the sirens and wondered how this would all pan out. They couldn't get arrested otherwise Tom would have to bail them out and that wouldn't be good. Ziggy's old man would get so pissed off. The Brit didn't want to spend time inside a US jail either.

"How often? I'm guessing the Trash Twins can't keep their mouths shut. Or their pants on."

That got a giggle from Billy who was loving all of this.

Vars could only laugh at the punk behind him as he watched him flipping off the other cars in the rearview mirror. The sirens in front of them were joined by more coming up from behind.

"Got police mad." Vars is laughing. Of course the other four did. What else was going to happen with them racing down the freeway?

Aarne laughed as they drove wildly through the trafic to lose the cops. "You're getting me hot."

They came up on Rik and Billy, blowing past them as Aarne waved and took one of the exits down on to the regular streets.

Rik laughed as he sped up to follow Aarne and Joe. "Their pants are still on."

What they did to piss off the cops, who knew. Surely they would head about it when they got to the restaurant.

Viktor knew the cops were mad just by the way they were now pushing on the blues and slamming on the sirens. Wankers. The punk just offered them more fingers as he gripped hold of Vars and laughed. It was just too good right now.

"They're wankers, mate. We'll lose them. Too bad I don't have any molotovs otherwise I'd throw one right into the bastards' radiator."

Meanwhile, Joe was giggling like a school boy as he held on with Aarne, dodging the traffic and trying to lose the cops. Why were they being such assholes? It's not like anyone threw anything at their stupid car. Oh yeah. The Fin and his boot. Oops. A big scrape down the side of their car with Aarne's big boot. Fucking hilarious.

"Am I making you hot, babe? Maybe we could fuck once we've eaten at the diner."

This was always on the bassist's mind. Fucking his Fin. Breezing past the Dane and his guitarist, Joe offered Billy a finger and watched as the blond rolled his eyes and offered one back.

Billy nuzzled further into Rik's hair, which was blowing everywhere. He loved it like this though because the Dane's hair was so beautiful and soft. Getting a face full was heaven. He noticed that both Joe and Aarne's pants were still on surprisingly. This caused the Brit to shake his head, smiling.

"Yeah, you're right. Crazy bastards have got the cops on our asses though."

Vars paused and watched the cop coming up behind them. He wasn't on a fast or maneuverable bike but he glanced at the other punk. It wasn't the best idea but the Norwegian started laughing.

"Cheap vodka in left bag. Can make one while riding?"

Oh, it was a terrible encouragement but Vars thought it would be hot to watch Viktor light up a cop car.

Aarne is getting wild. Aroused and rebellious as he laughs and gives the Brit a squeeze high up on the thigh. "I could fuck you at the diner."

Maybe he was joking but the chase was good and feeling Joe holding on was amazing.

Rik knew his hair was going to be a knotted mess but it felt good when Billy nuzzled into his neck.

"I bet they were being lewd." Rik just giggled as he followed the Fin down the exit ramp and at high speed down the normal streets in order to disappear. "I can't wait to hear what they did."

Viktor glanced down at the left bag and pulled out the bottle of cheap vodka whilst then getting to make the molotov. Pulling out a wick from the inside of his jacket and then securing it to the inside of the bottle, the Brit made sure it would ignite as soon as the tip was lit with his lighter.

"This will fuck them up, mate. Just watch."

Finishing off the molotov whilst using his free arm to hold onto Vars, Viktor managed to make it near one-handed as he flicked open his lighter and lit the tip of the wick watching to make sure it touched the vodka. Then the flames were licking at the neck of the bottle as he turned to face the cop car, throwing it towards the front of the car. A direct hit onto the radiator as it smashed and exploded in flame with a loud crack and hiss.

"Fuck yes!"

The punk was pleased. Would the others notice what was going on? Probably not since both the Fin and Dane had shot off with their lovers on the back. The cop car beeped loudly and then one of the cops leant out of the car with a megaphone, yelling for the bike to stop. He also had a gun in his hand.

"Shit---I think the cop's got a gun on us, mate."

The car slowed a little as the radiator was now on fire. Then, it stalled as the engine cut out. Viktor laughed as it went smashing headfirst into the side of the highway, buckling the suspension and then exploding in a sheet of flame. Time to get the hell out of there.

Vars smiled to himself when he heard the excitement. He might not be into setting fires but he was happy to facilitate it with the other punk.

"Get down." Vars' voice has an almost military tone to it as he pulls at Viktor's arm to get him to lean down. The panic he suddenly felt wash over him when he saw the gun in the rear view was intense. It cut into his breath and caused his heart to hammer.

One handed he cut over dangerously to put cars between them and the cops. With Viktor behind him and the one who would get hit if they took a shot Vars started to freak out inside even if his outside stayed mostly calm.

The explosion got a glance from the Norwegian and relief. A long breath and he let go of Viktor's arm to get his hands back on the handle bars. He's speeding up to catch up with the others and somewhere quiet. He needs to calm down.

"Fuck cops." He let out a laugh to help vent the emotions inside. "Carry more vodka in future?"

Viktor got down and then panicked a little himself because what if the cops started shooting? Fuck. What if they actually shot Vars or himself? The Brit wasn't used to police carrying guns like they did here in America. Back home it was truncheons and batons. Nothing like the lethal force American cops used. The Brit punk then laughed when the car crashed and burned. Literally.

"Fuck cops. We did it! Crashed and burned, oh yeah!"

Clapping Vars on the arm, Viktor glanced back behind once more before holding onto the bassist once more. It actually felt good and liberating that one molotov wrecked one cop car. More vodka next time? Hell yes.

"You fucking bet more vodka next time. That was fun."

Viktor might feel it there in his coat, at the waist. Vars carried a revolver and if the cops took a shot he might well turn on them and take out tires or the motor. Thankfully, they crashed and it wasn't needed.

He leaned back into the Brit behind him. It was feeling good to have him there.

"Keep in bag for pretty boy's rides." Vars is teasing Viktor but he would make sure to keep a bottle or two around for his fire bug.

Viktor had felt Vars' revolver beneath his coat more than once and knew the Norwegian was not messing about when he said he meant business. Part of this made the Brit yearn for the bassist even more because of his attitude to the law. Fuck the cops. This was Viktor's slogan and should be on his t-shirt or the back of his leather jacket. Smirking, the Brit held onto Vars and was enjoying the ride.

"Good idea. We can keep cheap vodka handy so we can lob it at fucking asshole cops."

This sounded like a really good idea and one Viktor would make sure would happen. A supply of cheap shit vodka ready to make into fire bombs. Being a fire bug was a hobby for Viktor and he loved it. Glancing ahead, he wondered where the others had gotten to. The Trash and Terror Twins.

Vars laughed and leaned back into the Brit behind him. It felt good, fuck did it feel good to have him back there. "Someday, take you to Norway see what punks there do."

He realized he just invited the punk to come with him but it was hard not to. His presence sent Vars' emotions in 80 directions at once.

"We meet others at food." Vars took an exit and was slowly making his way there, figuring the others would be there waiting after they shook the cops on them.

Viktor actually laughed a little, which he hadn't done in a long time. Too long. Usually, he kept himself broody and aggressive, always on the defensive, never letting his guard down. But with Vars? He felt like a new man now that he had someone there for him in his life. His family had abandoned him pretty much and he basically turned his back on life for the last ten or so years.

"Norway? Sounds fucking amazing, mate. I can't wait. I'd love to see the punk scene in your country. They tough dudes and chicks up there then?"

The tougher the better for Viktor. Were they all are iron-plated as Vars? If so, then the Brit couldn't wait to meet them. But right now he was hungry and his belly was empty. Food was a good idea.

"Yeah, let's find the others and eat something. I'm fucking starving."

The laughter brought a smile to the bassist's expression. He hadn't heard much laughter from the other punk and it felt like it was good.

"Many type punks in Norway. Some good and some not good." There were some really bad groups out there that were more neo-Nazis or filled with hate. "Punks I see like me. Follow old ways of honor and warriors. Teach you to use sword and axe."

Vars smiles and sees the diner but drives past to look for somewhere to park his motorcycle out of the way. Surely the cops had his license plate and he didn't want his bike to be easy to find. About a block away he found a parking lot and pulled his bike into the back among the cars. It would give it some cover while they ate.

"Aarne read food here good." Vars hoped it was as he shutdown the motorcycle.

"Honour and warriors? I like the sound of that, mate. I can use a knife but I've never actually used a sword or an axe before. Wouldn't mind learning either."

Viktor held onto Vars until the bike came to a stop in the cark park just close by to the restaurant. It was a decent place to store the bike as he slid off the back seat and brushed down his leather jacket a little. What a ride. A fucking amazing ride with one cop car going up in flames.

"We roasted those bastards back on the highway. Fucking epic, mate."

The Brit smirked and hit Vars playfully on the arm because it made the punk happy. As for the food joint they were about to head into, Viktor was hungry now. He nodded and put an arm around the Norwegian's shoulder as they walked.

"We believe learn use weapons is part of living. Learn all weapons. Sword, knife, axe, hammer, not know bow but other punks know." The idea of teaching Viktor how to use traditional weapons was somehow incredibly hot and Vars tried not to think about it too much.

Vars got off after Viktor, making sure the bike was stable on the kickstand before moving to join the other punk. "Good no bullets. Not want have shoot cops."

To protect Viktor on the back, but he didn't mention that part. Vars turned on Viktor and playfully slapped his cheek for the punch. As Viktor threw his arm around Vars, he reached down and grabbed the other punk's ass. The lot was empty and the cars were blocking the view for anyone anyway. It was the perfect time to take advantage of private moment before they were all inside eating.

Vars doesn't mind public affection. He makes no apology for who he is and isn't about to hide it, though he knows the Brit is a little more private and feels threat from some things. If anyone ever said anything about their affection in public he'd beat them.