Niko Karvonen

"Boning his---Finn in a coffin? Fuck!"

Ralph had no idea what he'd walked into so just started laughing as he wondered who these two American boys were. Maybe they were the local musicians from the area on the tour? Zack had told him there were a lot of Scandinavians, Brits and Americans.

"I'd love one. Just got off the plane around four hours ago after having a kip back at my hotel. I don't even know if I've got a room yet. Someone called Tom is the bloke in charge?"

The Brit was tired but didn't want to miss out on a Halloween party.

"You two look like you've drank half the bloody bar already."

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"Jake sleeps in a coffin." Dylan smirked.

"You'd know. He used to probably bone you in it." Corey finally found his voice to harass Dylan.

"HEY! He didn't have the coffin yet." Dylan shot back and prodded at Corey. "I'm not the one who wants boned right now anyway.

That did it. Corey blushed hot and pink across his cheeks. Dylan winked at both of them and grinned. "I'm sure we can find you a room."

Corey gave Dylan a death glare for that comment which had the blonde laughing again.

"Corey's sad he..."

Dylan didn't get the words out before Corey clamped his hand over his mouth to shut him up.

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"If the bloke is a vampire, or pretending to be one, then that makes total sense to me."

Ralph guessed it was some fantasy the man played out here in his gothic style apartment, which was really well decorated. The Brit just watched as the two wound each other up because they were obviously drunk.

"What are your names? I'm Ralph "The Axe" Henderson."

The Brit liked using his nickname because it was given to him by his woodcutter friends back home in the UK.

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"Dylan Sawyer." Dylan was grinning at his friend who was staring still.

"The Axe?" Corey asked and his eyes dropped down to that little loincloth he was wearing. "Corey....Sutton."

Corey put out his hand intending to shake the guy's hand but then decided he needed to touch his chest. Dylan instantly started to giggle when Corey touched Ralph's chest. This guy was in so much trouble if he gave Corey even an inch. Dylan knew when his friend got that look.

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Ralph held his hand out to Dylan first and then Corey but---the boy was now touching his chest instead. Did he like hot, muscular buff men? It would seem so. The Brit laughed and wasn't opposed to it at all, in fact he found it rather amusing.

"Can't resist, eh? I've got a few scars across my torso so I'm not exactly the perfect model."

It came with the job but did make the Brit more rugged and masculine.

"My nickname "The Axe" was given to me by my work mates back in the UK. I'm a woodcutter and woodsman by trade. Out of work hours I sing at clubs and play guitar."

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Corey is trashed and touching all that bare skin slowly. All he could do is stare and then smile broadly at the new guy. If the Brit didn't stop him this might get dirty in a hurry as his hand slid down his side.

"A lumberjack?" Dylan started to laugh. "You could probably get jacked here." Dylan raised his brow, nodding toward Corey.

"I sing sometimes and we both play guitar." Dylan was watching Corey and could see it. This guy was about to have his hands full. Corey had told Dylan all about getting hot and bothered earlier over Lex's boyfriend. Now he was even drunker.

Corey's mind caught up and he kicked Dylan playfully. "Go play with your dungeon master or the guy you banged or ... wasn't there someone else with you tonight?."

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"Yes, a lumberjack. I've worked over here and Canada felling trees and working in various forests and woodlands since I was around 17 or so."

Ralph loved the travelling part with his job which caused him to meet people from all walks of life like these two trashy boys. Hanging around with drunk rockstars was something Ralph was used to when singing at clubs.

"You sing and both play guitar? Nice. I've got to ask---are there any groupies here? Fans? Or is it a closed party tonight?"

The woodcutter had no idea since he'd just arrived.

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Corey leaned against Ralph and started to laugh, laugh so hard he snorted.

"Groupies around Davy." Was all he could say.

"Fuck." Dylan looked around. "He'd slap them into next week... or Jake....."

"No." Corey shook his head against Ralph's chest. "I'd pay to see him chase someone drunk with a sword."

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"I wasn't sure that's why I asked. Some musicians like them around during parties, others hate them with a passion."

The latter would prove to be the popular answer which did please the Brit in a way because he couldn't deal with screaming girls right now. The fans just got too much when they got riled up seeing hot men on stage.

"Davy? I haven't met anyone yet, besides you two. Have either of you seen Zack? He's my cousin; the shy drummer boy."

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"I think you found one." Dylan motioned with his drink at Corey.

Corey had been a groupie of sorts in the local music scene, so had Dylan if they were honest.

"My cousin." Corey had just decided to lean his cheek against Ralph's chest.

Dylan raised a brow and looked around. "Isn't he the one sleeping with that tall security guard?"

"OH..." Corey raised his head. "You mean that hot one with hair to his ass cheeks?"

"That one.." Dylan didn't see the security guy around anywhere. Maybe he was busy.

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"Zack's boyfriend is a Diamond Dog, Damien. Yeah, he's really fucking tall from what my cousin has said about him. Is he around here somewhere?"

Ralph really wanted to meet Zack's boyfriend because the man sounded tall as fuck and really talented at his job. A honed killer was a phrase Zack used when describing the man once.

"A tour as big as this needs more than one security guard I bet. How many of you blokes are there?"

The Brit wasn't sure.

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"I think the Dogs are the security." Dylan wasn't sure because he was newer to hanging around with the bands. "I'm sure he is. I know he's got his hands on Zack's ass every time I've seen them."

Dylan started to laugh, but he had seen Damien and Zack twice and that was what he saw. "I don't know.. 40?"

He couldn't be sure but he thought there were a lot. He's drinking and watching Corey continue to touch all over this guy. It was hilarious that he was just ignoring it, though Dylan wondered how long it was going to take before Corey got his hands under that tiny triangle of cloth since his hand was now down on Ralph's hip.

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"My cousin is very shy so it surprised me when he said he'd hooked up with a guy like Damien. They seem happy though so I can't fault that."

Ralph assumed this Damien was a shy young boy like himself but how wrong was he. This man was a Dog and had killer instincts being a Diamond Dog. One that would protect Zack and those he cared dear for. Ralph would be lying if he said he hadn't been nervous about his little cousin dating someone like that at first.

"Do you like my chest?"

The Brit laughed and ruffled up Corey's hair.

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"Tom trusts him." Dylan was told that a few times and assumed if the tour manager trusted the guy to keep everyone safe then he was trustworthy.

Dylan looked over at Ralph and mouthed the words. "He's horny."

Corey looked up at the Brit and tugged at the little side tie. "Are you naked under this?" There wasn't a lot of side so Corey's mind was was on what that meant for underneath.

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"If Tom trusts him and my cousin is in love with him then I've nothing to worry about, have I? It was more out of the blue when Zack explained who Damien was or what he does for a job."

The Brit could guess that Corey was horny and drunk seeing how he was touching the woodcutter up.

"Did cavemen wear underwear? What do you think?"

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"We were all shocked like that with Davy, my brother's guitarist." Dylan could understand the surprise. They definitely had it with Davy finally letting someone in.

"Dirty." Corey tugged at the ties on the side. "I don't wear them either." Of course, the tight pants Corey was wearing with the cut outs all the way up the side.

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"Oh yeah? What is the type of man your cousin usually goes for?"

Ralph liked getting to know different people and this Davy sounded like an interesting sort of person, judging how much Dylan and Corey were talking about him. The Brit looked down at his costume and realised just how short it was riding up his toned thighs.

"Usually, I do wear something under my work jeans because wood chafes through material. But when I'm singing on stage sometimes I tease by not wearing any."

Whatever the occasion really.

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Dylan responded because he could see Corey was getting more and more distracted. "Thin glam boys. He's got a guy more muscular than I am."

Corey giggled drunkenly. "You are a tease." He slid his hand down under the back of the costume and gave Ralph's ass a squeeze.

Dylan snorted a laugh. "Should I leave you two?" It looked like Corey was about to climb on this guy.

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"Nothing wrong with a cute, thin glam boy. Muscles are nice too though."

Ralph had just arrived and was tired and looking for a soft bed to collapse in and it seemed this Corey wanted a good lay by the looks of things. Did the Brit even have energy to entertain the young American? Hopefully because it would be a damn fucking shame if he passed out on Corey.

"I'm going as an authentic caveman so that means no undies. Although, I did see another bloke dressed like me but more like Conan the Barbarian."

Wasn't he over by the bar area?

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"I can tell you think that." Dylan motioned at the younger man all over this guy. Obviously he liked thin and feminine.

Corey started to giggle. "Oh, you mean Dylan's dungeon master who can't stay out of his pants?" Corey snorted a laugh since Dylan deserved that jab for what he had said earlier. "I don't know."

He set his empty glass aside and got his other hand, cold from his drink, on the Brit. "You're hot."

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"Dungeon---master? Does he work as a jailer or something?"

Ralph had no clue and wouldn't rule it out because he didn't know anyone on the tour yet and others like him must have other jobs outside of their music career. The thing was if the Brit got excited under his caveman costume---things could get a little awkward.

"And your hand is cold."

The blond's skin now prickling up a little at the could touch to his warm skin.

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"He plays kinky games or something." Corey was pressed all the way against the Brit at this point. Dylan shook his head because if they started getting dirty he was not going to stand here and watch. Jake would be mad as a hornet if Corey got laid in the middle of his party, or in the middle of his apartment.

"But the rest of me is hot." Corey was staring at the Brit's lips while biting his own bottom lip. He's thinking about making out with this guy but the fact he was keeping his hands to himself was disappointing. He felt a disappointment inside. Wondering if he was about to get rejected... again.

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"Nothing wrong with kinky games."

Ralph laughed a little and bopped Corey on the head a little with his club because he could see the boy staring at him. Was he always this forward when it came to guys he'd just met? He was friendly enough and Ralph was enjoying the attention to be honest, even if he was tired from his flight.

"How about we get some more drinks and go to find somewhere to sit down privately?"

Surely, that would work.

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Corey sighed, disappointed and pulled away to get both of them another drink. He wanted kissed but he guessed that was ok.

"We can go inside. I think everyone is out here." Corey handed the Brit a drink and feels a little embarrassed now that it felt like Ralph didn't want anything.

Corey walked away to go to the couch in the living room. Maybe he could sit on this guy's lap and he would get the idea.

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