It's fucking lewd, mate. This thing. It's sticking out of the bloody taxi window. A giant knob and everyone is looking. Fuck, they're looking at me.
I wouldn't put it past Hunter. That dirty bastard probably hoards these things in his room. You want to come and get it? Fuck. I don't want to walk back to the hotel with this.
What? You're serious, mate? Shock value. Well---it could work but then I'll look a right cock myself if some media bastard shoves a camera in my face down the street with me carrying this fucking thing.
Who's drummer? Hunter's? That would be Aarne. Yeah, can you get your Swedish boy down here before I look a right knob.
[Rekker finally unlocked the door and went out in the hall with the crying to tell Bjorn to go down and get the lost blow up cock. Hopefully this would stop the waterworks.]
"You're right. Fuck them. Ok, well---I'll just stand here on the street waiting for your Swede. The taxi bloke has driven off now."
Cue Mick standing like a bloody idiot trying to hide the blow up cock behind him somehow.
"I look like a right---"
Oh god, no. Fuck no! As if right on cue, some of the local media filming around the city caught sight of the rock star with the blow up cock. All of the colour drained from his face as the camera man, reporter with the mic and some other followers dashed towards the hapless blond.
"Mick Ronno? Spider From Mars? What's that behind you there?"
Mick didn't know what to say so just stood stock still with the blow up cock shoved behind him. Should he run? But then Bjorn wouldn't know where to find him, would he? Fuck!
"It's nothing, mate. Mind your own fucking business. Shove off, go on. I'm waiting for someone."
The reporter thrust the mic into Mick's face as the person next to him began writing in a notepad. Oh fuck. Were they taking notes??
"Look, mate. I'll not warn you again, back off or I'll slug you in the fucking mug---"
There was a loud screaming noise as Bjorn was now running down the street towards Mick and the reporters; his heeled boots clonking on the hard ground as he aimed a slap at the guy with the mic. His palm connected to the guy's face as he reeled backwards, near knocking the camera guy out.
"Come on, leg it, Ronno! Let's get away from these fuckers! Grab the cock and go!"
Mick didn't need to think twice as he grabbed the cock behind him and ran with Bjorn towards the hotel. It wasn't far, was it? No taxi would accept them with this great fucking thing anyway. Had they lost the media? It would seem so. Slapped by the bitch.
"Let's get to the hotel, mate."
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An hour or so later the boys arrived back at the hotel carrying the blow up cock. Both looked tired from running and walking.
Rekker thought they were just downstairs but then they were not back. He ended up hanging out with Aarne when they went down to the front of the hotel wondering where the hell the two had gone. Aarne thought they got into trouble harassing people or something.
So the two will return to the ginger and tall Fin at the front of the hotel looking around and chatting about where Bjorn and Mick might have gotten up to.
Mick was still carrying the blow up cock with Bjorn walking next to him in his high heeled boots. They clinked on the hotel entrance foyer as both men looked around for Rekker. They soon found him talking to Aarne and probably knew both had been wondering where they'd gotten to.
"Hey, mate. We made it back. Fucking reporters got me though, didn't they? Bjorn here---he slapped the bastard in the face and we ran. Got back with this bloody thing didn't we?"
The guitarist threw the blow up cock towards Aarne.
"Ronno was about to slug the guy in the face but I got there first and slapped the fucking cockhead myself!"
Bjorn giggled loudly and then held onto Rekker when he felt the ginger hug him. Mick just shook his head, smiling and pleased that Aarne liked his new toy. Unless, it was his to begin with. Who the fuck knew anyway.
"Glad you like it, mate. Bjorn here ran down the street in bloody high heeled boots. No mean feat that."
The Swede offered Mick a little wave and then kissed Rekker on the lips, tugging at his hair somewhat. The worst thing would be the papers tomorrow and what shit they would fill their pages with. Slander and bullshit more like.
"If those bastards write shit about us they'll be in for an ass kicking."
Aarne kept the cock over head, which meant it was way up in the air with his height plus the heels. "JOE!!!!"
And the Fin was off screaming for his lover. Rekker could only shake his head. Partially because it was madness and partially because it reminded him of Bjorn. "Have you seen him run around on stage?"
Of course Rekker watched Bjorn on stage and with the Hammers playing between Blixt and Hexed sometimes that running around got the singer a nice present when he came off the stage.
"I'll kill them." Rekker growled while holding on to Bjorn. He'd throw more desks at this rate. They should know better than to mess with his partner.
Mick just laughed when he saw just how high up the cock was with Aarne carrying it wearing his heels. Fuck, what an evening they'd had so far? He needed to find Ziggy because he was tired and aching. No doubt Bjorn would cuddle up to Rekker and those two would go back to their own room.
"I think I'll go and find Zig. My legs are aching and my back's a bit sore from all that bloody running around."
Mick waved to them both as he disappeared up the stairs to the band bedrooms. Bjorn held onto Rekker for a good few moments as he watched Mick go. The man was sweet and he could see why Ziggy liked him.
"Ronno is cute. Ziggy has a sweet man but you? You're my grouchy ginger bastard."
Rekker chuckled at the Fin's screaming and all the people staring at his "prize". Joe would be happy to have their balloon back for sure. Ziggy would surely be happy to comfort the guitarist when he got upstairs just as Rekker was now stroking Bjorn's back to comfort him.
"No one else's, you bitch." Rekker shook his head while standing there with the Swede close. "What do you want to do for the rest of the night?"
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I wouldn't put it past Hunter. That dirty bastard probably hoards these things in his room. You want to come and get it? Fuck. I don't want to walk back to the hotel with this.
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I heard his drummer is a dirty bastard. I'll send Bjorn down. I'm not carrying it around either.
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Who's drummer? Hunter's? That would be Aarne. Yeah, can you get your Swedish boy down here before I look a right knob.
[Was that a play on words, Mick?]
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Aarne, yes.
[Rekker finally unlocked the door and went out in the hall with the crying to tell Bjorn to go down and get the lost blow up cock. Hopefully this would stop the waterworks.]
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Cue Mick standing like a bloody idiot trying to hide the blow up cock behind him somehow.
"I look like a right---"
Oh god, no. Fuck no! As if right on cue, some of the local media filming around the city caught sight of the rock star with the blow up cock. All of the colour drained from his face as the camera man, reporter with the mic and some other followers dashed towards the hapless blond.
"Mick Ronno? Spider From Mars? What's that behind you there?"
Mick didn't know what to say so just stood stock still with the blow up cock shoved behind him. Should he run? But then Bjorn wouldn't know where to find him, would he? Fuck!
"It's nothing, mate. Mind your own fucking business. Shove off, go on. I'm waiting for someone."
The reporter thrust the mic into Mick's face as the person next to him began writing in a notepad. Oh fuck. Were they taking notes??
"Look, mate. I'll not warn you again, back off or I'll slug you in the fucking mug---"
There was a loud screaming noise as Bjorn was now running down the street towards Mick and the reporters; his heeled boots clonking on the hard ground as he aimed a slap at the guy with the mic. His palm connected to the guy's face as he reeled backwards, near knocking the camera guy out.
"Come on, leg it, Ronno! Let's get away from these fuckers! Grab the cock and go!"
Mick didn't need to think twice as he grabbed the cock behind him and ran with Bjorn towards the hotel. It wasn't far, was it? No taxi would accept them with this great fucking thing anyway. Had they lost the media? It would seem so. Slapped by the bitch.
"Let's get to the hotel, mate."
***
An hour or so later the boys arrived back at the hotel carrying the blow up cock. Both looked tired from running and walking.
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So the two will return to the ginger and tall Fin at the front of the hotel looking around and chatting about where Bjorn and Mick might have gotten up to.
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"Hey, mate. We made it back. Fucking reporters got me though, didn't they? Bjorn here---he slapped the bastard in the face and we ran. Got back with this bloody thing didn't we?"
The guitarist threw the blow up cock towards Aarne.
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"They're lucky I didn't come along." Rekker mentions as he hugs Bjorn. He can see that the Swede has been running by how his hair is a wreck.
"Thanks." Aarne grabs the cock then holds it up over his head like a prize.
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Bjorn giggled loudly and then held onto Rekker when he felt the ginger hug him. Mick just shook his head, smiling and pleased that Aarne liked his new toy. Unless, it was his to begin with. Who the fuck knew anyway.
"Glad you like it, mate. Bjorn here ran down the street in bloody high heeled boots. No mean feat that."
The Swede offered Mick a little wave and then kissed Rekker on the lips, tugging at his hair somewhat. The worst thing would be the papers tomorrow and what shit they would fill their pages with. Slander and bullshit more like.
"If those bastards write shit about us they'll be in for an ass kicking."
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And the Fin was off screaming for his lover. Rekker could only shake his head. Partially because it was madness and partially because it reminded him of Bjorn. "Have you seen him run around on stage?"
Of course Rekker watched Bjorn on stage and with the Hammers playing between Blixt and Hexed sometimes that running around got the singer a nice present when he came off the stage.
"I'll kill them." Rekker growled while holding on to Bjorn. He'd throw more desks at this rate. They should know better than to mess with his partner.
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"I think I'll go and find Zig. My legs are aching and my back's a bit sore from all that bloody running around."
Mick waved to them both as he disappeared up the stairs to the band bedrooms. Bjorn held onto Rekker for a good few moments as he watched Mick go. The man was sweet and he could see why Ziggy liked him.
"Ronno is cute. Ziggy has a sweet man but you? You're my grouchy ginger bastard."
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"No one else's, you bitch." Rekker shook his head while standing there with the Swede close. "What do you want to do for the rest of the night?"
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