2022-09-19 16:38
hellfire_andfury
Writing Prompts;
word: loud
"Come on then, Blondie. Let's see how much you can drink! I bet I can outdrink you on one bottle of vodka."
Viktor smirked as he gave Mick the finger, coaxing the guitarist to stare before finishing his smoke, snuffing the butt out into the ashtray on the table in front of him. Right. If the punk wanted to have a drinking contest then Mick would rise to the challenge since Viktor had been shouting his mouth of all evening. Rowdy bastard.
"Alright, you loud cockhead. You want to get outdrunk by a bloke who wears heels and make-up on stage? Then let's do this."
Gilly and Hunter now staring at the two as both men get up from where they are sitting close to the bar in the hotel and exchange looks. This was serious. Weird just knew what would happen. They would both cock wave for a bit then get trashed and pass out. Probably. The question is....who would notice this and take advantage of two passed out band members. Dressing up and adorning their bodies with glitter or fuck knows what else could be a thing. Billy shot a look to Aarne at this "drinking contest" the two were going to have.
"My room, Blondie. Let's go."
Viktor was already heading up to the elevator with an arm full of vodka from the bar. Mick had bottles of gin clutched in his arms as he followed the bullish punk up to his hotel room. This should be good.
***
Five minutes later Mick and Viktor were now pulling off the bottle tops to their drinks and eyeing each other up.
"Take a drink for every time you've fucked your girl."
Viktor set the challenge with a boorish grin. This should be good. Surely Mick would get smashed first because he'd known Ziggy longer than Viktor had known Vars so more fucking? It worked that way, didn't it? Mick just rolled his eyes but began chugging on his gin bottle, gagging a little but near drinking half the bottle in one go.
"Fuck! It's your go, Blockhead. Drink for how many times you've fucked Vars."
Mick wondered about who fucked who in their relationship but said no more on the matter. It was Viktor's time to drink! The punk laughed a little and then began gulping down his vodka, swallowing without missing a drop, near drinking the bottle until only a quarter remained.
"Shit! Fuck, that's good."
The punk enjoyed the burn and knew he was getting drunk because he'd drank near a whole bottle of vodka in one go. Mick was impressed but wasn't giving up. No fucking way!
"Ok, drink to how many times you've sucked cock or been sucked by Vars."
Viktor frowned then shook his head. It was his go! Mick was getting absentminded already. Fucking lightweight! At least the punk assumed the blond was a lightweight.
"My go, Blondie. Drink to how many times you've eaten pussy."
Mick swallowed. Oh fuck. He was near obsessed with pussy so this would be an easy win for Viktor. He'd have to drink the rest of his gin and start on a new bottle. The guitarist just giggled and drank the remainder of his booze until the bottle was empty. Fuck, he was getting pissed fast.
"New bottle needed. Pass it over, Blockhead."
Viktor didn't like being called that name and made it clear by giving Mick the finger and shoving the guitarist back a little with a palm to the chest. Bastard. Mick frowned then pushed the punk back on the chest, getting wound up because he was now drunk. Both men were drunk and rowdy.
"Fuck you, prissy boy. Make-up glam wanker."
Mick just snorted out laughter at that. Fuck, this bull-headed bastard.
"Oh yeah? A bit rich coming from a cockhead who gets whipped on his ass by his leather dom."
Viktor stared at Mick before jumping up and tackling the blond onto the carpeted floor. Mick laughed then grabbed onto the punk's hair, pulling a little before shoving him off. The great lump! Viktor growled but then laid back on the floor, wanting to drink more. A little bit of shoving with Mick was fun and part of the game.
"You get drunk on Mule and fucking strip naked wagging that cock of yours at everyone."
Mick just giggled drunkenly at Viktor's words and shook his head. Damn, he was drunk. The punk forgot to ask any more questions as he began drinking a new bottle of vodka. It was everyman for himself now. Mick now joining Viktor, drinking gin and leaning against the bed. Oh gods they were going to regret this in the morning surely.
"You're a fucking---lightweight, Blondie."
Viktor was now chugging more vodka, spilling some down his mouth onto the floor because he was trashed. Mick laughed as he too spilt some gin onto his silken pants, not knowing how the game was going. Who was winning?
"And you're a fucking tart. I'm winning, you're spilling more."
***
An hour later and a few more empty bottles littered the hotel room floor as both men were now totally fucking trashed. There were remnants of broken glass where Viktor had thrown his empty bottles against the hotel balcony and both men were now shirtless and covered in booze stains.
Mick giggled and poked Viktor's chest which was gleaming with wet booze. The punk just shoved the guitarist's finger away and began chugging more, which was causing him to gag a little. Fuck! Both men put their bottles down next to each other which were now completely empty. Viktor going to get up for a piss but falling over his feet, causing him to collapse onto the bed completely wasted. He landed face first onto the mattress passing out. How much had he drunk? Three or four bottles of vodka maybe.
"Fuck, I won. I think? Bloody hell---"
Mick giggled drunkenly before staring at Viktor on the bed and slowly slumping backwards onto the floor, passing out. He'd drunk around three and a half but had remained awake. Just.
word: loud
"Come on then, Blondie. Let's see how much you can drink! I bet I can outdrink you on one bottle of vodka."
Viktor smirked as he gave Mick the finger, coaxing the guitarist to stare before finishing his smoke, snuffing the butt out into the ashtray on the table in front of him. Right. If the punk wanted to have a drinking contest then Mick would rise to the challenge since Viktor had been shouting his mouth of all evening. Rowdy bastard.
"Alright, you loud cockhead. You want to get outdrunk by a bloke who wears heels and make-up on stage? Then let's do this."
Gilly and Hunter now staring at the two as both men get up from where they are sitting close to the bar in the hotel and exchange looks. This was serious. Weird just knew what would happen. They would both cock wave for a bit then get trashed and pass out. Probably. The question is....who would notice this and take advantage of two passed out band members. Dressing up and adorning their bodies with glitter or fuck knows what else could be a thing. Billy shot a look to Aarne at this "drinking contest" the two were going to have.
"My room, Blondie. Let's go."
Viktor was already heading up to the elevator with an arm full of vodka from the bar. Mick had bottles of gin clutched in his arms as he followed the bullish punk up to his hotel room. This should be good.
***
Five minutes later Mick and Viktor were now pulling off the bottle tops to their drinks and eyeing each other up.
"Take a drink for every time you've fucked your girl."
Viktor set the challenge with a boorish grin. This should be good. Surely Mick would get smashed first because he'd known Ziggy longer than Viktor had known Vars so more fucking? It worked that way, didn't it? Mick just rolled his eyes but began chugging on his gin bottle, gagging a little but near drinking half the bottle in one go.
"Fuck! It's your go, Blockhead. Drink for how many times you've fucked Vars."
Mick wondered about who fucked who in their relationship but said no more on the matter. It was Viktor's time to drink! The punk laughed a little and then began gulping down his vodka, swallowing without missing a drop, near drinking the bottle until only a quarter remained.
"Shit! Fuck, that's good."
The punk enjoyed the burn and knew he was getting drunk because he'd drank near a whole bottle of vodka in one go. Mick was impressed but wasn't giving up. No fucking way!
"Ok, drink to how many times you've sucked cock or been sucked by Vars."
Viktor frowned then shook his head. It was his go! Mick was getting absentminded already. Fucking lightweight! At least the punk assumed the blond was a lightweight.
"My go, Blondie. Drink to how many times you've eaten pussy."
Mick swallowed. Oh fuck. He was near obsessed with pussy so this would be an easy win for Viktor. He'd have to drink the rest of his gin and start on a new bottle. The guitarist just giggled and drank the remainder of his booze until the bottle was empty. Fuck, he was getting pissed fast.
"New bottle needed. Pass it over, Blockhead."
Viktor didn't like being called that name and made it clear by giving Mick the finger and shoving the guitarist back a little with a palm to the chest. Bastard. Mick frowned then pushed the punk back on the chest, getting wound up because he was now drunk. Both men were drunk and rowdy.
"Fuck you, prissy boy. Make-up glam wanker."
Mick just snorted out laughter at that. Fuck, this bull-headed bastard.
"Oh yeah? A bit rich coming from a cockhead who gets whipped on his ass by his leather dom."
Viktor stared at Mick before jumping up and tackling the blond onto the carpeted floor. Mick laughed then grabbed onto the punk's hair, pulling a little before shoving him off. The great lump! Viktor growled but then laid back on the floor, wanting to drink more. A little bit of shoving with Mick was fun and part of the game.
"You get drunk on Mule and fucking strip naked wagging that cock of yours at everyone."
Mick just giggled drunkenly at Viktor's words and shook his head. Damn, he was drunk. The punk forgot to ask any more questions as he began drinking a new bottle of vodka. It was everyman for himself now. Mick now joining Viktor, drinking gin and leaning against the bed. Oh gods they were going to regret this in the morning surely.
"You're a fucking---lightweight, Blondie."
Viktor was now chugging more vodka, spilling some down his mouth onto the floor because he was trashed. Mick laughed as he too spilt some gin onto his silken pants, not knowing how the game was going. Who was winning?
"And you're a fucking tart. I'm winning, you're spilling more."
***
An hour later and a few more empty bottles littered the hotel room floor as both men were now totally fucking trashed. There were remnants of broken glass where Viktor had thrown his empty bottles against the hotel balcony and both men were now shirtless and covered in booze stains.
Mick giggled and poked Viktor's chest which was gleaming with wet booze. The punk just shoved the guitarist's finger away and began chugging more, which was causing him to gag a little. Fuck! Both men put their bottles down next to each other which were now completely empty. Viktor going to get up for a piss but falling over his feet, causing him to collapse onto the bed completely wasted. He landed face first onto the mattress passing out. How much had he drunk? Three or four bottles of vodka maybe.
"Fuck, I won. I think? Bloody hell---"
Mick giggled drunkenly before staring at Viktor on the bed and slowly slumping backwards onto the floor, passing out. He'd drunk around three and a half but had remained awake. Just.
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He grabbed Joe's hand and started for Hunter's apartment where Rik was already inside looking for things.
Mikkel leaned in to whisper to Billy. "I have a pair of stripper heels that will fit Viktor."
This was all so funny. Aarne wondering what it was that they would find in Hunter's room.
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"I heard---about---this prank! I had to come---"
Joe patting the younger boy on the back as he caught his breath. Raiding Hunter's room was something of a hobby for Erik, who often pranked his brother and Gilly.
"Are we dressing up Ronno and Viktor?"
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Rik came out into the hall holding up a piece of clothing. Aarne instantly laughing.
"Mikkel.." Rik whispered loudly. "Does this match the heels?"
Mikkel snorted a laugh and leaned into Erik to stifle the laughter. This was going to be crazy.
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"Is this for Viktor? Fucking perfect."
Billy nodded at the choice Rik had pulled out for the punk singer, going to kiss the Dane on the cheek. Erik giggled softly to Mikkel and knew this would be so hilarious.
"What will Ronno wear?"
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Rik stepped back into the room quickly followed by Aarne. The Dane had Hunter's massive walk in closet wide open and stood there looking. "What do you think?"
Rik was looking for input from anyone at this point.
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Billy just giggled more as Joe began rooting through Hunter's expansive closet. It was so fucking huge! How could one man own so many clothes? The crazy bassist now pulling out some sparkly leopard print tights.
"Maybe Ronno could wear these? Oh and look what I found--"
Joe thrusting a pair of leopard print panties with black frills on towards Aarne. He could wear these!
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Aarne was giggling when he saw the panties. "OH!!!"
Aarne pulled out a tank top that was leopard print with black feathers around the edges. "This will look cute with those."
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Erik couldn't help but laugh quietly because this was so amusing. Once both boys eventually wake up they won't know what's happened to them. Billy nodded and wanted both Viktor and Mick to be dressed in some of Hunter's feminine attire.
"The feathers might suit Ronno more maybe."
Since Ziggy wore feathers? Erik also wore feathers and wondered what they'd be like on the punk. Decisions!
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Rik was over in the closet giggling so hard he almost fell over.
"This will fit Viktor." He came out of the closet with what looked like a corset and held it up to Billy to see what he thought.
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Billy snorting out a giggle as he leant behind Rik to see what he'd pulled from Hunter's infinite closet. Why did the man have such a huge fucking clothes closet? Did Gilly really wear all the stuff his sugar daddy bought him? Who knew.
"Hah! That's perfect, smukke. Viktor can fit into that corset and look a right fucking fairy."
Joe near screamed at it but held his hand over his mouth. This was too good.
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"Fishnets."
Rik looked at Aarne and started to laugh. Definitely fishnets should go with these.
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Billy was in agreement of this and wondered how the punk's legs would fit into them. They would all find out soon once Viktor got shoved into them. Ronno and his undergarments too. The whole thing was fucking hilarious.
"Hunter's closet is so fucking huge."
Joe just gazing into it, wondering what else they could pull out to dress up the sleeping drunks.
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"What size shoes do they wear?" Aarne questioned but surely there were shoes around that would fit even if he had to get a pair of his own.
Rik looked to Billy and Joe because he didn't know either. Mikkel was busy digging and then gasped and sat down to giggle while holding a case in his lap.
The Dane looked up, red in the face. "I found a strap on, but why?"
Aarne shook his head. "He's a dirty old fox. That's why."
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Billy guessed both men had big clod feet since they wore large shoes judging by their feet size. Getting Hunter's clothes to fit them was hilarious. The strap on had Billy snorting into his hand because fuck! Why the hell would Hunter need such a thing?
"Why would Hunter need a strap-on? He's got a cock and my brother loves it."
Girls used them on men, didn't they?
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Mikkel shrugged while staring into the closet. "Why does anyone need all of this?" The young Dane dropped the strap on to stare even more. He didn't think he had owned this many things even if he included everything he had ever owned. There was so much stuff in here.
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"How about we find Viktor some neon pink high heels that Bjorn wears. Ronno can fit in Aarne's maybe."
The Brit guitarist just scoffed at Mikkel's words because Hunter did have a shit load of sex toys and other lewd items.
"I should ask my tarty little brother why Hunter has all this."
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He offered them to Billy thinking he was probably best able to tell if they would fit.
"We should!" Mikkel liked spending time with Billy and this would be hilarious to see.
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Billy laughed quietly into his hand when Aarne found the strappy heels. The punk would indeed hate them and probably curse when he woke up. Ronno was bound to be confused too.
"We should ask why he has shit loads of sex toys too. I bet he never uses half of these."
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Mikkel was really starting to like Billy which was a good thing since he still spent a lot of time with Rik.
"What if he does?" Mikkel started to giggle but he realized that he had a lot of clothing people might call kinky, but he used it for work all the time.
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Billy thought that would be a good idea but then they'd have to find some and wouldn't they be in Mick and Ziggy's bedroom? What if Ziggy was there? Mikkel's question got the Brit laughing.
"My brother must have a sore fucking ass if Hunter uses all these."
If Mikkel was warming to Billy then that was only a good thing.
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Which wouldn't be out of line to ask him to come down to Mikkel's room to look at something for suggestions. Not that Mikkel knew the Anthean would know what he was thinking.
"Maybe he uses some of them on Hunter?" Mikkel didn't know but surely they seemed to be both rather kinky.
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Billy nodded and knew distraction would have to be used here so that the red head didn't know his clothes were being taken and used on Viktor and Ronno. It was perfect!
"He probably does. My brother is a fucking kinky tart."
How anyone could own so many sex toys was beyond Billy.
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"Are you kinky like he is?" Mikkel blurted out the question and giggled as Rik blushed beside him.
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Billy just laughed because Ronno was passed out asleep on the bed next to a drunken passed out punk.
"Fuck off am I kinky like my tarty brother."
The Brit gave Mikkel a playful finger than laughed.
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"I don't know about that." Rik teased as he came to Mikkel's defense, playfully. Aarne giggled.
Aarne glanced down at the pile of things. "Should we put a strap on, on Viktor?" He thought that would be hilarious.
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"Do it. Put the strap-on to Viktor and----what should we put on Ronno? Maybe put some anal beads around his neck like a necklace of sorts?"
The guitarist wondered what Rik and Aarne thought of his suggestions.
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Rik was giggling so hard while watching what was going on that he couldn't give any suggestions.
Aarne though came up with a ruffly bra looking thing. "Will this fit on him?"
Rik just sat on the floor and covered his mouth to choke out the laughter but he needed to get up and go get the boots from Ziggy's closet.
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"Yeah, go on, try it."
Viktor would be so fucking pissed when he woke up wondering why he was dressed in all this shit. Joe was laughing at what Aarne was finding in Hunter's closet. The man had so much shit.
"Is the ruffly bra for Ronno?"
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It was about this time that Mikkel came back with a pair of Ziggy's boots for Viktor. He stared at Aarne walking past him with a ruffling bra and started laughing.
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"Ronno will love that fluffy bra."
Billy knew he wouldn't but this was too fucking funny. Ziggy's boots would do well for Viktor's big feet.
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Once that was done he motioned Billy over to help him get the boots on Viktor. Rik couldn't take it and just buried his face for a second before going over to Joe.
"We should find one of the wigs I've seen in here." Rik covered his mouth again as he glanced at the dark haired Brit. It was so hard to stay quiet.
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"Ronno's probably dreaming about pussy."
The bassist whispering whilst grinning hoping none of them would wake up before it was time.
"A wig? For who, both of them?"
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Rik shrugged but held up a pink wig. "Viktor?" Rik was turning red in the cheeks while trying to hold back the giggling.
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"That wig is perfect, smukke. Let's see how it looks on him."
The wig had to be put onto Viktor just because everyone knew it would cause more reaction than if Mick wore it. Viktor just got irritated so easily and was like an angry bear.
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"Does Mick need one?" Aarne whispered to Joe while glancing back at the closet.
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"A wig for Ronno? Yeah, why not. What colour do you think for him since he's platinum blond already."
Billy looking between Rik and Aarne for ideas.
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Aarne looked over all the wigs that were sitting on their fake heads on the shelves. "What about the black spikey one?"
There was a dark colored one that was similar to Hunter's normal hair. Maybe that would be good since it was so different than Mick's normal hair.
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Billy just couldn't believe the prissy Swede singer's collection inside of his massive closet. He had enough clothes to stock an actual clothes store. The black spikey wig looked perfect.
"Do it. He'll look good in that one."
The Brit trying not to laugh and blow the whole thing.
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Aarne snorted a laugh and gave Rik a hug but the blonde wasn't wrong.