helland_damnation | TFLN and Continuations, bitches!

Billy just gasped and then shot Vars a middle finger as well as a tarty look. He had been rumbled because everyone knew how much he loved his Dane. His fingers were always in Rik's hair or touching his body somewhere. The crotch or thighs were also a good bet. Viktor speaking up after taking a gulp of drink;

"Bitch legs does, yeah. I'm getting used to you fucking crazy wankers now though."

The Brit just shooting a finger at Aarne but in a friendly way. Joe made a lewd gesture at his singer and the punk took it as normal. Friendly band banter between members. No hatred or anger. Viktor just looked at Vars when he whispered and then shook his head laughing slightly.

"Is that so? You're a fucking cocky bastard, aren't you? I love you for it though."

Viktor then got Vars in a headlock, laughing as he pulled the other man up and then knuckled his head with his hand. The table rocked and Billy had to grab hold of his drink because of the punks getting rowdy.

Rik started to laugh at what Viktor said. "Did you ever think you'd have to live with a Joe twin?"

Rik thought it was sweet that his friend had found someone so much like him, so wild and loud. They were the same spirit as far as Rik could see.

"Not cocky. Know. everyone know." Vars laughs as he's pulled in and Vars gives his lover a grab, rough and high up the inside of his thigh.

Aarne starts laughing at the antics. "We all know Viktor. You yell as loud as I do sometimes." Aarne drank down some of his beer with a huge grin. "It's good you have someone who loves you until you have to scream about it. That's how it should be."

Viktor gasped a little at the grab so high up his inner thigh. He almost let out a growl of pleasure but held it in since he was in public and with the bands. Fuck if he was going to give more fuel to the crazy Fin after what he been hurled at him already. Instead, he grabbed Vars by the hair and pulled the short spikes a little, laughing as he pressed a heated kiss to his Norwegian, breaking off and grinning.

Billy wolf whistled and Joe laughed whilst making a lewd gesture with his fingers. The bands loved it. Was it true that Viktor yelled as loud as Aarne? Perhaps. Although, the punk would argue it was more roaring than screaming. More manly that way.

"I don't fucking scream. That's what girls do. I roar and shout. There's a difference."

Joe made a mooing noise and made a horns sign on his head. Bullshit.

Vars did growl at the pull on his hair. The response is a firm grab to Viktor's crotch.

Aarne was starting to laugh which got to be infectious and sent the Dane into giggling. They knew Vars and had seen him with some shorter term partners on occasion.

"I make scream." Vars didn't care about his bandmates. If they teased him he would turn on them with the same. "And like it."

The grab to his crotch had Viktor crying out a little and he then nuzzled into Vars' neck, biting his collar bone slightly. Fuck, why did it feel so good when the Norwegian grabbed his crotch? His face heated slightly and he could see Joe and Billy looking at him giggling. They knew.

"Yeah I know you do. Fucking hot, mate."

The Brit just smirked and drank some of his beer, giving Billy and Joe the finger. It was a riot and Viktor couldn't help but sneak his hand underneath the table, giving Vars a good squeeze of his own crotch.

Vars grinned at that sound from Viktor. Aarne just shaking his head and trying not to laugh while Rik buried his face in a hand while blushing. They knew what was about to happen. Rik made a phone call signal with his hand and Aarne shrugs.

The didn't have time to get to more before the table bumped. Vars grabbing a fist full of Viktor's hair for the crotch grab, biting him roughly behind the ear. Vars is getting wound up fast.

As soon as Vars grabbed a handful of Viktor's hair the Brit gasped and then growled, laughing somewhat as he punched the Norwegian in the guts with his fist. Things were getting rowdy between the punks and Billy was watching Joe, knowing what was about to happen. Rik seemed to know too.

"Fuck!---"

Viktor bumped the table once more as he then went to tackle Vars around the waist with his arm, whilst near jumping onto the smaller man. Joe snorted in amusement whilst Billy leant over the table to smack Viktor over the head with a menu. Chaos.

Vars floundered from the weight of the bigger punk and being so close to the edge of the seat. He swats at the menu just as he starts to lose his balance.

"No hit." He's grouching at Billy but the sound of his voice off because he's falling out into the aisle. He wasn't about to let go of Viktor's hair though, especially now that he had knocked him out of the seat. Aarne can't hold in the loud laughter as he wonder if the punks were just going to get kinky in the middle of the restaurant.

"I think I'm going to call." Rik shook his head wondering how close they were to getting thrown out.

Things were heating up pretty quickly as Viktor could feel his hair being pulled which hurt but in a good way. Such a fucking good way. He could hardly turn his head so aimed a jab at Vars' stomach, trying to land a hit on the other punk. As for the other band members, Rik was going to call Robert to take the punks home probably. Billy just smirking as the menu got swatted out of the way by Vars.

"Call for what?"

Viktor just frowned and then chucked the salt pot at Billy, who was being a fucking tart as usual. The guitarist ducked just as the punk threw it towards him. Would they get chucked out at this rate? Probably. Joe laughing hard now, wondering how long it would take before clothes would be ripped off.

"Kinky bastards! Why don't you go and fuck in the limo? We don't want to see your naked punk asses at the dinner table."

Vars grabbed for Viktor's wrist once he hit the ground, already trying to roll them so he could pin the Brit down. He yanked on Viktor's hair and bit his jaw just below the ear. Things were getting hot and Vars growled at the other punk.

"The limo." Rik mentioned already texting Tom and Robert about needing a ride though he didn't mention why as he glanced up to see the punk rolling around on the floor and ducking the salt being thrown.

Rik laughs and looks up at Joe. "You should think about that next time you're flashing your ass at the bar."

Rik sassing Joe got Aarne laughing again as he wrapped his arms around Joe, kissing his cheek and whispering. "I'd like to see your naked ass at the table."

Viktor didn't care what Joe or any of the others at the table though. Fuck them. All he wanted was Vars and he wanted the Norwegian naked. But, they'd have to wait until the limo arrived otherwise they'd get arrested for indecent exposure or some other bullshit. The Brit half wanted the cops to be called so he could smash their car up and set it alight.

"You can at least wait for the limo to arrive before fucking! We don't want to see your ugly punk ass!"

Joe shouting from where he was sat just laughing at the two punks rolling around on the floor. Billy just nudging Rik and hoping Robert got the message to get the limo here pronto. Viktor bit down on Vars' ear and growled. Joe then turned to Aarne smirking at that comment.

"Yeah? How about I flash my ass for you now, Peachy?"

"You not wait. Fuck all over bars." Vars growled the words at the other Brit. He's horny as hell and if he can't fuck he might end up fighting with someone. The bite though got a guttural and animalistic growl from the bassist as he started trying to flip Viktor and pin him down.

Rik was staring and texted Robert again because he needed to get here. Then he wondered about Vars' bike but figured they could come get it later.

Aarne giggled. "YOU TEASE!!!" Aarne was getting wound up too and Rik just glanced at Billy with a sigh, suddenly feeling like the adult.

Viktor laughed when he felt the Norwegian trying to flip him over but the Brit is making sure that won't happen because he's putting up a fight. Everyone else just watching the two punks scrabble about on the floor of the diner. Fuck knows what all the other people around them thought. Joe was now getting louder due to the fact him and Aarne were getting wound up with each other talking lewdly as it often went.

"You know I am, babe! How about some hot Brit ass for your dessert?"

Joe jumped up onto the table once more and pulled his pants down. Billy smirked and threw a ketchup bottle towards Joe's naked ass cheeks hoping it would hit it. Chaos. Surely they would all get thrown out for sure now.

"NAKED ASS!"

Billy shouting out loud because he was a shouty tart just like his brother who could join in with the trash just like everyone else.

Vars bit Viktor on the neck for fighting back but this was their usual. Someone was going to come out on top but not until this fight escalated more and Vars got a handful of that blonde hair and started pulling.

Robert had came as fast as he could given Rik being concerned. He could only imagine what Vars and Viktor were getting into that caused the young guitarist to be in a rush. However, when he came in, the punks fighting on the floor was the least concerning.

"Put your damned pants on before I have to call Tom to escort you out of jail, AGAIN." Robert was already done with this and Aarne went wide-eyed. Unlike the Brits he knew better than to tangle with the two older men. They'd kick their asses for sure.

Joe heard the old man's voice and jumped down off the table giggling whilst shoving his tight leather pants back up over his bare ass. Such a party pooper! What was it with these old men? They needed to get laid.

"Boring! We were only having fun. Look at those two on the floor."

Viktor punched Vars in the stomach as he rolled off the other punk laughing as he was now focused on Stardust's driver. Fuck. Who had called him here? Was it that tart or the Dane? It wouldn't be Joe or Aarne since they were trashed as hell.

"Who called Robert? Was it you, Billy?"

Joe went to pull Billy's hair playfully.

"Those two on the floor are why I'm here."

Robert motioned at the punks though Joe's naked ass took his attention more immediately. He'd prepared himself for the limo to get torn up again especially now that he saw what was going on.

As soon as Viktor rolled away Vars sucker punched him hard in the thigh. Rik swatted at Joe's incoming had but wasn't about to admit anything.

Robert spoke up. "It doesn't matter. We already bailed those two out fucking in where ever the hell they were. I'd rather not clean up the mess if anyone interrupted you two while you were having a fuck fight in the middle of this restaurant."

Robert is done and giving them hell for being problems but he understood the desire to be wild.

Viktor pulled himself to his feet but then grabbed Vars in a headlock with his arms, laughing since everyone was looking at them now. That and Joe had just flashed his bare ass cheeks out on the diner table. What a fucking shit show. Robert looked pissed and rightly so because he'd been dragged out with the limo to get the punks back to the hotel. Fuck fight indeed.

"Those two are always fucking each other in public. Bars and shit."

The punk giving Joe the finger as he watched the bassist pull Aarne in for a kiss before laughing and offering the singer a finger back. Billy just giggled and looked to Rik. He was the sensible one here. God knows what everyone else thought of this chaos.

Robert slid his hand onto his hips and sighed at the punks.

"What are you two getting into... the business of competing with them for who gets to see more of your naked asses in public?" Robert is done with this whole mess. He adored them as friends but sometimes they were like herding cats.

It hadn't gone unnoticed that the pranksters were currently the reasonable ones. Aarne kissed Joe and then slid into his lap to sit there.

"We're wrestling, mate. It's everyone else that wants to be fucking voyeurs to us."

Viktor smirked and then tugged on the short spikes of Vars' short hair. Was he bullshitting Robert and everyone else? Of course. Most know of the punks' love for "playfighting" and that meant foreplay to them. The Brit pushing his blond hair out of his face and clicking his neck. Joe giving Aarne's ass a slap and then bursting out into giggles.

"Joe shows his ass in public more than me or Vars. Don't you, mate?"

The bassist just making a lewd sign with his fingers and then leaning close to his Fin kissing him roughly on the lips. Billy just watching it all unfold while holding Rik's hand.

"Do you think any of us here believe that bullshit?" Robert sighed and shook his head. "We all know this is foreplay and you're about to tear off clothes. We're not stupid or blind, Viktor."

Vars grabbed a handful of Viktor's hair and punched him roughly in he chest. Of course the Norse punk was getting rowdy wrestling around with his lover.

"I don't need another ass out in public I have to pay fines for."

Aarne took this moment to suck on the fingers that Joe was using to make lewd gestures. Rik was just watching this mess while sipping his beer. He gave Billy's hand a squeeze, stroking the fingers with his thumb.

"I never said shit."

Viktor just eyed up Robert with a sulky glance and then laughed when he got winded nearly by the punch from Vars. Fuck! The Brit gasped and grabbed onto the Norwegian's spiky hair and tugged. Who cared what Stardust's limo driver thought? This was fun and he wasn't about to stop just because people were staring at them.

"Another ass out in public? Ooh. Does this mean you've shown your hot Brit ass out in public too?"

Joe giggling wildly as he shot the question to Robert, obviously thinking it was hilarious for the driver to even do such a thing. He then gasped when Aarned sucked on his fingers. Billy nuzzled into Rik's hair and wondered what all the other diners thought of this shit show.

"Fuck you, punk." Robert's voice was sharp, quiet, and harsh. He'd led in the airforce and had the voice for it. "Get your fucking ass out in the limo or I'll knock your ass out and make your loverboy carry you out."

Vars froze and glanced up at the Brit. He had military training himself as a kid and there was something in that tone that forced the Norwegian to pay attention. Robert glanced at Joe and scowled, absolutely done.

"No, that yours, Viktor's, and Mick's bare British asses I have to deal with."

Even Aarne glanced at the Brit before slipping his hand down onto Joe's thigh. Rik could only shake his head and gave Billy a kiss on the cheek. He knew better than to get involved in this and the Dane wasn't very comfortable seeing the Brit get angry.

The tone of Robert's voice got Viktor to stop what he was doing and frown. Fuck. Had he pissed off the old man already? Shit. He respected both Tom and Robert so sighed, pushing back his mussed up hair and shoved Vars a little but stood up not playing around anymore. The driver was not someone you wanted to mess with and Joe knew how fast he could slam someone to the floor, having experienced this after flooding the hotel corridor with bubbles.

"Sorry, mate. It was just a bit of fun. We'll carry on back at the hotel room, eh Spiky?"

Viktor looked to Vars and pressed a kiss to the Norwegian's ear quickly because they were all out in public. The Brit still nervous about showing affection to his lover when there were others about. Billy shot up a middle finger to Viktor, who performed a lewd gesture of his own while Joe kept an eye on Robert. The man was calm and collected but fuck he could get angry and show his muscle when he wanted.

Robert wasn't truly pissed, annoyed for sure, but not pissed. He simply had the voice from years of herding young men to tasks when he was in the airforce.

"You can stay if you keep it in your pants." Robert rolled his eyes. "If not, in the limo."

He glanced at Aarne and Joe who were getting handsy too. "Goes for you two, too."

Aarne just ginned while watching Vars pull Viktor into a longer and deeper kiss before letting the Brit go.

"We haven't even ripped each other's shirts off yet, mate. This is fucking nothing."

Viktor grinned and then felt Vars pull him into a long and deep kiss which got the Brit punk growling and gripping the Norwegian's shoulder hard, squeezing it roughly before shoving his lover away in a playful dominant action. Joe just giggled at the two punks being rough and masculine with each other. It was cute.

"What? Us, babe? We're being good aren't we, Peachy?"

Joe nipping Aarne's earlobe and then laughing at the whole situation. Billy just shook his head at the Brit bassist and slipped a hand under the table to squeeze Rik's leg softly.