"The balance is actually pretty good. Just don't go speeding off causing me to fall on my ass."
Billy was teasing of course since he knew Aarne wouldn't do that. He was holding on tight none the less because he knew the Fin would soon speed up on the bike. Keeping his weight on the board, Billy offered a stuck out tongue just because he could. He wanted to get this show on the road.
Billy got his sausage and began mouthing it lewdly at the table, sliding the end in between his lips sucking on it loudly. Such a dirty tart. Gilly and Hunter just going wide-eyed a little at the display. Biting off the end he then swallowed and continued to play with his sausage, watching Rik the whole time.
"I won't bite your end off. I'll suck the end off though."
Billy winked at Rik and knew full well he was being a teasing bitch, much like his tarty brother. The giggling was cute from the Dane and it only served to wind up the Brit as he drank some of his coffee after swallowing some sausage. Hunter was watching the two smirking and Gilly was trying to kick Billy under the table again.
"Do you suck the end off Hunter's cock, tart?"
This was obviously going straight into the gutter as Gilly practically coughed on some of his toast. Hunter snorting with laughter.
"He will kill you. I know Rik. The boy worries too much for his own good but I love him for it."
Billy being reckless but not as reckless as Joe. No one could rival Viktor and Joe for their recklessness. He was in it for the dare and the fun and now he wanted to make sure he stayed on the board as Aarne ride the bike.
Aarne knew why and he would never stop worrying. It was cute and Aarne would do everything to protect Billy. He still had feelings for Rik and wanted him to be happy, though they weren't romantic any longer, the feelings were still strong.
"Don't let Joe hear that." He's laughing as he speeds up a little and then hits the breaks in the turn around the row of cars. It let the bike slide and with it Billy would go sideways too.
Rik was going to say something but he was feeling his cheeks burn with the redness. Glancing at Gilly from under his hair he turned to Billy, giggling.
"You do the same kind of thing, TART!" Rik was laughing because he couldn't believe he said it, red in the cheeks but Billy deserved getting hell from both of them if he was going to try and dish it out to both of them.
The Tart Twins at the breakfast table. Whatever next? Billy goading Gilly on and Hunter trying to act the mum whilst Rik was finding it amusing.
"You're such a tart, Gilly. We know you hair flick when you drum, I've seen it!"
Billy now digging into his brother a little more, finding it irresistible to see that tarty expression over the Spider's face. Hunter just staring at Rik and then rolling his eyes at the brotherly drama.
"Fuck you. You're the one who's got a chest like a fucking forest. You could grow mushrooms on that!"
Gilly slapping a piece of toast onto Billy's chest, giggling at it all.
"I'm sure he is. He won't hear it since it's just the two of us. Don't worry I'm not a moron, mate. He'd deck me one if he heard me call you nicknames."
Billy's grip tightened as he stayed on the board, feeling his heart beat a little faster with the adrenaline coursing through his body. It felt amazing doing this sort of crazy shit and especially with Aarne. Of course it wasn't as good as doing thing with Rik---nothing could compare to that. It was just nice to spend time with the Fin too.
"Especially over my cheeks!" Aarne was laughing as he kept the slide, right around to go back the same direction they had been coming from. The Ducati leaving a black mark on the pavement. Smoke was rising up from the tires as they spun and Aarne waited until Billy swung out behind the bike before letting the the tires grip again. The bike scooting forward a little faster than before.
"You hair flip during your solos." Rik accused with a laugh. "I've seen you do it every time you hit the lowest note in the solo."
Rik was going to tease them in turn. Rik was going to say something and then looked at the bread on Billy. Scowling he picked up the oats reached across the table and put it right into Gilly's lap.
"You want to throw food, Lille tærte" Rik was done with the thrown food.
Billy just stared open-mouthed at that and then burst out laughing because Rik had rumbled him. Yep, he totally did hair flips during his guitar solos and wasn't so different from his baby brother at all. Tarty all the way. Gilly snorted at that and then gasped when Rik threw the oats into his lap.
"Shit! You bitch---look what you did!"
The drummer got the oats and threw a handful at Rik's hair. Hunter knew he'd have to intervene so distracted his tarty lover by kissing him passionately. That shut Gilly up for five seconds. Billy managed to brush most of the oats out of his lover's thick hair and gave his brother a scornful look.
"Yeah, I'm still here! This thing is so fucking fun----woah---yeah! Faster, you crazy Fin bastard!"
Billy giggling and moving so that his ass was more sat on the board as it moved. Shit, would he slip off sideways? He should be ok. Right? No doubt Rik might be worried at this whole crazy stunt. Or would he find it amusing and fun? The guitarist held on tightly with his fingers and wondered what Aarne would do next.
"Hold on." Aarne had sped up and then hit the front breaks. It sent the bike into a tail spin around the front tire. It would put a lot of g-force on the Brit slinging around the back.
"Payback." Rik might not be tarty in expression but he could be bitchy when he wanted. "For the bullshit at the breakfast table."
The oats in his hair got a scoff of anger from the guitarist. "You throw oats at me one more time and I'm holding you down and letting Bonne run all over you."
Gilly almost screeched the last few words, curling up into Hunter's arms, as the Swede rolled his eyes and then kissed the drummer's forehead. Billy just snorted in amusement at his immature brother. Honestly, he could act like a five year old at times.
"You drama queen."
Billy whispered under his breath as he ate. No more shit from the young tart because people wanted peace with their breakfast not screaming tarts.
The G-force felt good as Billy laughed loudly whilst staying on the board. He could feel the pull threatening to yank him off but he was gripping tightly and loving it. Rik and him should do this sort of shit more often.
"Yes! This feels awesome----woah---you fucking crazy Finnish bitch!"
The guitarist almost fell sideways but managed to keep his balance, shifting his backside onto the board more.
Rik gave Billy an elbow to the side for those murmured words that could start shit up again. Then he laughs a little before cleaning himself up and going back to eating. Hopefully the rest of breakfast would be peaceful.
"Yeah, you have. Joe tells me all about the crazy shit you and him do together. Me and Rik do stuff too just that we don't whip our cocks out in public as much as you do."
Billy stuck his tongue out at the Fin and the nodded. Going down the ramp sounded like a good idea and he wasn't about to hold back and chicken out. Viktor would want Billy to show that he had balls and this is what the guitarist was about to do. He was never one to shy away from any stunt.
"That must have been someone else's naked ass I saw spread out on top of the Dane on the couch?" Aarne started laughing as he turned toward the ramp taking off, fast but not too fast. He didn't want the Brit to fall.
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