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Joe jumped out of bed and slung on his usual garb; leather jacket, boots and pants and attached his many accessory chains and spiked wrist bands he wore. Making sure his hair was hairsprayed until he was almost spiky. He then went out into the hallway, banging on the doors of the other lads waking them up. Billy frowning and then having Joe in his face telling him that his fuck boy wanted to see him.

Viktor came out offering the finger to Joe until he listened to his bassist. Huh. So harp boy wanted to meet them all? Fine. If he fucked the punk off surely he'd get a barrage of abuse. Joe didn't want any shit starting so would keep Viktor in line, hopefully, as they rode the elevator down and out into the cool air outside. Joe, walking up to Rik as soon as he saw him.

"What is it, hot cakes? Got a surprise for us?"

Rik is leaning on a purple Ducati racing bike and Aarne is straddling a matching Ducati.

"Want to go for a ride?" Rik asked he could hear the rumbling rolling up across the lot and getting louder. "Viktor, you going to ride bitch like the rest of your band? It is where you belong."

Rik was poking fun at him. Truth is as Vars rolled up on his loud chopped out Harley Aarne and Rik started laughing. They hadn't told either of the punks they'd be riding the same bike. However, the two had decided they needed shoved together a little more.

Viktor looked at he bikes and liked what he saw. Ducatis. Not bad. He was more into Harleys like what Vars was riding since he valued noise over speed. Then, the Dane was poking fun at him. Billy hoped it wouldn't set the singer off since last time they had fight and that wasn't pretty.

"Fuck off, blondie. At least I'm not a prissy bitch with a girly purple bike. Are you sure you're man enough to ride that?"

Billy stepped forwards and knocked Viktor's arm with his fist as a joke before sliding onto the back of Rik's bike, sliding both arms around his lover. Joe, just raised an eyebrow and giggled. So, they would all be riding somewhere. It sounded like fun. Jumping onto the back of Aarne's bike, he couldn't resist kissing the back of the Fin's neck as he nuzzled in close, holding on tight.

Viktor stood with his arms crossed staring at Rik with a scowl.

Rik and Aarne just laughed more at the snotty attitude from Viktor. "When we get back you can carry my harp up for me if you're such a big man."

"Just get on him.. with him." Aarne teases as Joe climbs on behind him. "Don't you want to?"

Vars rides up and looks between the four on the bikes and then Viktor. Then he sighs and gives Aarne the finger. "Sinä tyttömäinen paskiainen."

Rik laughs just seeing the way Aarne grinned. His Finnish isn't as good as Vars'. Then Rik looks over at Viktor. "Are you getting on with Vars or are we leaving you here on the side of the road like a bitch on the curb?"

Vars snorts out a laugh because he can't help it. He's watched Rik get more feisty as time has gone on and it is amusing. He's so innocent looking.

Billy was laughing the whole time Vars, Rik and Aarne were making fun of poor Viktor. It was only in jest but the guitarist knew the punk deserved it for nearly killing the Dane and scaring everyone.

"Come on, Viktor. Get on with Vars---we know you like him. We saw you making lovey eyes at him at the bar the other night."

Viktor just shooting Billy a look and middle-fingering his guitarist. Giggling, Billy then just nuzzled into Rik's lavish hair, sighing. This felt nice just to be close to his Dane once more and on his bike no less. Such a beautiful ride she was. Whispering close, he smirked;

"I'd rather be riding you than this bike. Later, smukke."

The punk then shrugged, wondering what Vars said to Aarne as he slowly got on the back of the chopper, putting his strong arms around the Norwegian. Fuck what everyone thought. He was on the bike and behind Vars which wasn't such a bad thing after all.

Vars sighed and easily spoke to the other two while switching languages. "sanot kaikille? fortæller du alle?"

Rik started laughing and it was Aarne that came back again. "Hele baren så kjærlighetsklappene."

It earned the Fin another middle finger. While he waited for Viktor to get on. The two troublemakers were at it, of course they were, and Hunter was off with his lady man so Vars got the brunt of it.

Rik's breath caught at the whispered words and he reached back to run his hand down Billy's thigh. Later, definitely.

"The pretty boy finally man enough to get on my bike." Vars taunted as Viktor climbed on. It wasn't a bad thing at all. He did look to the other members of the Hell's Angels. "Hold on. I'm not picking your ass off street if you fall. Those two have a mind to race the street."

Vars knew the other two were going to get a hell of a ride because the drummer and guitarist were known for having cops chasing them and who knows what else.

Joe couldn't understand what the boys were saying nor could Billy or Viktor, as they all glanced to one another shrugging, wondering what was being said. Probably insults and remarks judging by their facial expressions. Joe squeezed Aarne's midriff softly as he sat on the back of the bike. It felt nice just being this close to the Fin. Being a trashfire, he leant and nibbled the back of the drummer's ear.

Viktor was just frowning and trying not to feel humiliated. Billy was loving every moment of this. Riding with the Hammers? Hell yes. Also he had his Dane and Viktor was being a blockhead as usual. Joe speaking up whilst pushing some of his hair back quickly.

"Let's go, ladies! Where are we going?"

Joe giggling and wondering where they were riding to.

Rik looked over at Joe with the biggest grin. "Down in Jersey. The heathen found a resturant that serves reindeer burgers."

Aarne stuck his tongue out at Rik, lewdly flicking it while pressing his ass back into Joe's crotch for those love bites.

"That is if he can keep up." Rik started up his bike and took off down the lot, Aarne speeding after him. Vars was not racing them. He didn't want to and the shit they were going to do, his Harley wasn't maneuverable or small enough for. He started after them, fast but driving sensibly.

"You man enough to stay on, there is something in the left bags for the ride." Vars was sober and wouldn't drink while riding, none of them would after hearing about his wreck and seeing the scars. His passenger though was another thing. There's a bottle if good Russian vodka in the bag.

Rik had left them in the dust with Aarne flying up behind. He went right down the walkway and sped up when he saw the stairs.

"Hold on." He called to Billy behind him as it became obvious the Dane was about to jump them. He took it easily, sliding and spinning tires when he landed to shoot down the sidewalk, dodging people, and onto the street between the cars. Aarne didn't even hesitate to follow. Both of them were used to racing when they had the chance.

Jersey? Billy didn't know New York well nor did Viktor so it was all up to the Hammers to lead this tour. Joe just wanted to go with the flow and be close to Aarne, who was pressing his ass against the bassist's crotch. That got the Fin a lick to the back of his ear and a small giggle.

Viktor gripped onto Vars and understood him find this time. Vodka? Hell yes. This was the singer's go to drink and he pretty much knew every brand out there. No doubt Vars would share whatever he had in his bag later on.

"Vodka? Of course I'm fucking man enough."

Rik had gone up ahead with Aarne riding behind. It seemed Vars preferred to take it slower with his chopper and rightly so. His bike was more suited to long stretches of road and wasn't a speedy racing bike like the Ducatis were. Viktor knew this, owning a Harley himself back home.

The Dane seemed to want to show off by aiming to beat everyone. Of course he did. Billy holding on tight and loving every second of it, getting mouthfuls of hair now and then. Joe laughed wildly and nuzzled into the back of Aarne's neck as they rode; the wind sailing into the mass of wild black hair.

"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.

Holo-what? That sounds cool but I have no idea what you're on about, honey. Did I accidentally ruin your ride? Sorry, if I did. Just thought you were a regular cop car.

I am my car. When I'm in root mode (cat mode) I'm a little bigger than most humans can comfortably interact with so sometimes I send in a holographic avatar of myself when I have to deal with them.

So my consciousness was in the avatar and you essentially had sex on top of me when I was asleep. Try not to do that again okay? My brother can fix my paint but gross.

Let's see who can climb the highest, baby! How about I meet you at the bottom of the tallest skyscraper? Sound good to you?

State the date and name the time!

You're a car? But you're also a metal cat creature. That's amazing, mate. I'm not even that high and you can talk! I've no idea what you're even talking about but it sounds like something out of a movie. Yeah, sorry about that. Aarne and me, we got a bit wild. If I knew it was you instead of a normal car I would have picked a better spot to fuck. We won't do it again don't worry, honey. Who's your brother?

Much appreciated.

I'm told that on Earth, Cybertronians are called 'Transformers' because most of us can assume at least two shapes. For many of us this is a vehicle.

My brother's Glit, the white cat. I think Mick's teaching him to play the guitar. The black cat's our sister Ravage, who's not always a she, but has mostly been 'she' since I came here.

Well, aren't you a clever boy? I have a degree in fucking and playing bass guitar. Do those count too?

[The latter being real enough since Joe is a bass player but as for fucking? Yeah. That's more of a hobby.]

Stepped on? What the fuck? That's some serious shit right there, honey. No one will step on my ass because I'll cause a riot if someone does. It'll be naked ass time and no one will stop me.

[Sorry, Glit. This guy might be high and drunk.]

You can sing and you're learning to play the guitar? That's great, love. Too bad about the no booze and drugs but if you've got a kid then I understand. I don't think I'm responsible enough to have kids.

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Joe "Burn Them All"

Bassist for The Hell's Angels

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