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Judith would probably get along well with Viktor and his crew. She had even more sass than Gloria. She turned her attention down to the man's ankle.
"You have some swelling." She pressed gently on the ankle to test the inflammation and pain response. "We should ice it and you should keep it propped up for a few days. It will keep it from getting stiff or painful."
She knew he needed to be on stage so whatever would aid the injury healing would be beneficial. "If you have any issues, let me know and I can wrap it for you and cushion it for the stage."
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Not that Viktor really cared who she liked because it was her business. The punk himself had dated both boys and girls and liked both. He did have a soft spot for rebellious punk boys more though, especially the Norwegian Vars. Did everyone know this? It wasn't exactly a secret.
"I need to be able to move around on stage with it. Being a fucking cripple will make me look like a total pussy."
He frowned and looked at his ankle wondering just how bad the swelling would be. The Dane had done a number on him. But Gloria was being kind which made the punk offer her a small smile.
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That was an honest answer from her, and one of the reasons that she agreed to date the bassist. He was sweet but also open about letting her choose her way. That was important, more important than his looks or even money in her opinion.
"Just ice it and prop it up at hip level or higher when you can. That will keep the swelling down." She got up to get some ice from the small fridge in the room to put in the cloth bag she had in her things so they could ice his ankle now. "If you don't rest it I'll have to call the Norwegian in to carry you for me."
She had noticed them looking at each other and though she wouldn't pry a friendly jest about it might get the punk talking or at least laughing while she took care of the ankle. "Why don't you pour us some drinks while I get ready to take care of your ankle?"
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Viktor was actually surprised at just how good Ziggy's Spiders were on stage and on the radio. They could really play and Weird was just as good as Joe or Vars on the bass guitar. It made a change to see what other bassists were like listening to different bands. He seemed good for her anyway.
"I'll do that. Now, you want to drink with me? You're a fucking riot, love."
Smirking, Viktor didn't want Vars carrying him anywhere since that would make him look weak as well as a total cockhead in front of everyone. Pouring out some vodka into a clean glass, he passed Gloria a drink. Would she drink it neat? It wasn't very ladylike but then what the fuck was that anyway? She was strong and social norms could take a hike.
"It's quite strong on it's own but I'm sure you've drank before, haven't you?"
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She smiled at the punk as she began relaxing around him. The more they talked the more she could see how he was, who he was outside of the badass he pushed in public.
"Why not? Are you afraid I'm a better drinker and will make you look like a pussy?" She turned his own words back on Viktor as she brought the ice over. She took the glass and downed half before setting it on the bedside table to kneel down by Viktor's foot.
"In America, we have people called Greasers. They remind me a lot of you and I've spent most of my socializing with them. They don't like social norms either, ride motorcycles, all the leather, and have obnoxiously bad attitudes toward others." The last part has humor to it while she holds the ice on his ankle.
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Viktor shrugged and didn't mind telling her about his past love life, even if it was a pile of crap must of the time. Punk love didn't last long since he was always on the move with the gang and no one stayed very long. It was mostly a few one night stands here and there.
"I'm not a pussy, sweet cheeks. I just don't want Weird thinking I'm chatting up his girl and giving you drink."
Underneath all the bullish behaviour was a man with values and knew that flirting with another bloke's girl was not cool. Gloria belonged to Weird and everyone knew this. It was just if someone walked in the room and saw them drinking and being over friendly then it could turn to shit. He preferred rougher people though and Gloria probably knew this.
Grabbing the bottle, Viktor necked a few gulps and wiped his mouth. He nodded to the Greaser reference since he'd heard about the bike gangs over in the States. It was big there in the 50's and was to this very day. The UK borrowed some of that culture and this is why Viktor was in a bike gang. The badass attitudes and fuck the society thing.
"Most people I dated didn't stay that long. That, or because I was spending too much time locked up inside a prison cell each night. Fucking bastards. It was a casual fuck here and there pretty much."
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She patted Viktor's leg playfully while getting into her med kit. "The idea that a man and a woman can't be friends without someone trying to have sex is one of the stereotypes I've learned to hate. We should be able to talk and share a drink as friends. If Weird or anyone else says anything that is their lack of trust in who we are and nothing about what we are doing."
That was more honesty as she got out a needle. "I'm going to give you an injection to help prevent swelling. I can give you another one if you have problems before a performance."
She sympathized with the punk and his plight. "I'm sure you'll find someone when it's right. I waited so long that people thought I was going to be a spinster."
Her natural tendencies were to encourage the people around her and she smiles while drawing the medication for Viktor's ankle. "I think you already have someone in mind that you're interested in."
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Hair was right for the second part of the words. Rik just smiles faintly and works on undressing. It is slow though because he's starting to ache in places from the fight.
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"I love you too." Ziggy grinned down at Mick. "Do you want your massage to be like a dirty parlor?"
Ziggy almost giggles as he speaks. Why not flirt a little while he's at it?
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"You know I want it dirty, love."
Mick loved how open and playful they were now. It was much better than having to hide from one another when they first met since it felt more natural now. They were in love and alone in the hotel room. It felt safe and comforting to do this now. He took one of Ziggy's hands and kissed it on the palm quickly before letting it go once more.
"You'd make a bloody good masseuse, mate. But I wouldn't want your hands on anyone else."
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"Does that mean you want me to keep rubbing lower?" He traced circles across Mick's toned stomach. That palm kiss though got a little gasp from the Anthean as he smiled down at Mick.
"Friendly shoulder or hand massages aren't anything like what I'm giving you." Ziggy leaned in and kissed Mick's chest. He would help a bandmate of friend but it wouldn't be this erotic or intimate for sure.
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Mick smiled up at Ziggy lovingly and stroked his large hand down the Anthean's arm, enjoying how the cool fingers worked over his hot body. The palm kisses---he knew they were a sensitive spot for his lover as he picked up the other hand and kissed it on the other palm. It seemed the guitarist was also being an awful tease.
"I would hope not. No other bugger deserves what you're giving me, mate. This is our private time together."
The blond thrust upwards a little playfully, offering a hip wiggle to signal that he would soon want his lover's skill fingers playing over his cock.
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Billy giggling because he could be such a dork at times around Rik. It felt good to be laughing though after witnessing such a horrible scene. Both Viktor and Rik fighting, busting each other's mouths. At least now the Dane would be stepping into a warm shower soon.
"Want me to help you with any undressing, mate? I promise I won't feel you up."
It was a playful tease more than anything.
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He won't mention anything about him liking Vars because it was a secret in his eyes, even if most, if not all, the hotel knew about the two punks being together. How could everyone not when they went around fighting and being aggressively hot with one another? It was just their way.
"Oh yeah? Who do you think I'm into, love?"
Viktor was curious as to how much Gloria knew. Did she know about Vars? The punks had only met each other for a few weeks but already the Brit had found an interest in him. He looked down at his ankle and moved it a little. If he had to have an injection then so be it. The singer just had to be able to perform.
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Drawing some of the anti-inflammatory she giggled. "The other punk. You two harass each other and I've seen how he looks at you."
She was as gentle as she could be giving the injection but it would probably hurt given the swelling. "You both check each other out all the time. I've seen you staring at him too when he's sitting by himself drinking."
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Even hurting Rik kept up his humor. Billy made him feel good, simply being around the Brit felt amazing.
"What is the use then if you aren't going to get handsy?" The Dane paused in his undressing to take Billy's hand. "My boots and these tight pants."
Rik wasn't going to be able to bend down to do this with the bruises slowly forming on his ribs.
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"I like when you're greedy." Ziggy bucked into that wiggling, playful rubbing into his lover. He leaned down and kissed Mick's chest and slid his hips back onto his thighs. Ziggy wasn't just going to touch Mick with his hands but he wanted to draw out the tease a little longer.
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The Brit smirked as took Rik's hand and gently squeezed it. Bending down, he began to help his Dane out of his boots because the bending down part might be difficult with bruises. Unzipping them and slowly pulling them off Rik's feet, he looked up and offered a stuck out tongue.
"If you sit on the bed I can slip your pants off for you."
He was trying to make this as non-sexual as possible but it was still hard because Rik was hot and Billy was madly in love with him.
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Viktor didn't like being made fun of and anyone who tried? Usually got beaten up badly or set on fire. Sometimes both. He was quite a violent person when vulnerable. Much like a cornered angry bear waiting to swipe someone with lethal claws and sharp teeth. He felt himself blush a little as he wiped at his face and sighed.
"Yeah? That obvious is it? Fuck. I think he's a badass punk and he's got attitude. Not bad looking either."
Of course Viktor didn't want to mention he found Vars incredibly hot and sexy since it was private to him. The man just didn't like admitting feelings about others, especially not other masculine men.
"He checks me out?"
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Mick groaned when Ziggy bucked into his wiggling hips. The soft friction of the Anthean's cooler body on top of his warm crotch and legs made it feel so good. The kiss to his chest got the blond gasping and moaning a little. Watching his lover slip down a little, Mick reached up to caress Ziggy's arm, stroking it.
"You're such a fucking tease, mate. I love it. Every time you tease me it makes me stiff in my pants."
The admission was truthful as Mick could feel his pupils dilate and his breath quicken a little in anticipation.
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Gloria smirked and looked down to hide it when she saw that blush on the punk. Calling attention to it wasn't the answer but it was remarkably charming to see on someone who acted so impervious.
"I've seen you look him up like a guy does to a woman who has a perfect dress on." She's playful in tone, not overly serious but it was very obvious to Gloria.
Gloria blushed now because of what she was about to say. "I think you make him...ummm.... uncomfortable when he sits around watching you get boisterous and troublemaking."
There's no judgement to what he does, only what she's seen from the punk. "I think he finds you attractive in general, just how he looks at you."
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"That's why I tease you." Ziggy kissed just below the navel. "Your hard cock is sexy."
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In pain or not, there's a certain sensuality to being undressed by his partner, even if it is to shower and get the dirt and blood off. He can't help running his fingers through Billy's hair while he's pulling off his boots.
"It might be easier if I'm standing." Rik takes a moment and then pushes himself to his feet. His ribs and fingers were throbbing slightly but the pain would go away eventually.
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Mick groaned louder as Ziggy kissed just below his navel. It caused the blond to shiver a little and wiggle his hips upwards. No one else had even said his hard cock was sexy in anyway before, not like the Anthean had, so it caused a warm feeling to build inside of Mick. Ziggy had a way with words that no one else had.
"I love you so much."
His large hands coming down to gently caress Ziggy's hair gently as he sighed, feeling his stiff cock throb with need.
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Billy teased lovingly as he kissed Rik's shoulder gently, helping his Dane undress slowly whilst standing up. This seemed the better option than having Rik lay down where he might sit on some of his bruises. The fingers through his hair caused the Brit to giggle softly because it felt nice.
"Let me help you, mate---"
He aided Rik with his boots and then began pulling off the Dane's socks. Each piece of clothing at a time to allow Rik to go at his own pace.