Enough to Make a Tart Faint
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tordenvejrFor 3) “How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?”
Devon got along with most people with his easy-going attitude so when the older, and the drummer suspected calmer, Dane approached him at dinner to share the table they got along well. They talked about the bands and found common ground talking about being in industries that were so obsessive over everything. It was a nice conversation. At some point drinks started. It was well into the evening now and Devon had no idea when it had started nor how many drinks he’d consumed. A dozen, maybe?
Torden was laughing and jovial in a way that Devon could appreciate even if it was a bit over the top compared to what he was used to in his own band. The topics were growing more and more off color but fun because they focused on escapades. The Dane easily talking about his own crazy life as a model without asking many questions of the drummer beside him.
“Have you ever had a threesome?”
The question came out of nowhere and Devon choked on his drink, feeling it go down the wrong way. “What?”
“What would you want in one; two women, two men, one of each?” Torden had a purpose here, but he didn’t say anything right now.
“I’ve….” He was going to say never and then flushed when he realized he couldn’t say no.
“Oh, you have!” Torden picked up on it much to Devon’s dismay.
He could only sigh at the Dane. “Once, and I was blitzed out of my head thanks to Rekker’s old habit of drinking shots like water.”
“With the ginger?” He bumped his shoulder into the older drummer mischievously. Had he really gotten into a threesome with the ginger and who else? Devon rolled his eyes at the prying Dane.
“Not with the ginger, well that ginger, but he’s the one that filled me with booze.” Devon shook his head and then finally cracked a smile at the sudden youthful feelings that came with these questions and the memories surrounding them. “Have you?”
“What? Had a threesome?” Torden motioned for the waiter to bring another round of drinks. “A couple times but nothing too interesting.”
The conversation went silent when the new drinks came. Devon hoping, erroneously, that he was out of this conversation topic all together. Torden would have none of that and turned back to the man next to him. “If you were going to have one now, who would you want from the bands? We can pretend everyone is single.”
Devon stopped drinking to stare at the Dane for this question. All that came was an infectious laughter that creased all the lines on the Dane’s face and all around his eyes. There was something about it that had Devon laughing. “Don’t tell me you’re about to offer yourself?”
Torden hadn’t even mentioned this and all he could imagine was Lars’ eyes wide as saucers if he overheard this. “I don’t know. Am I your type?”
There weren’t enough drinks in the world to keep his cheeks from feeling fiery. Devon was used to quick comebacks. Rekker trained him well on those from years of being chaotic. “I thought you liked that blonde Dane, the drunk one, or that Norwegian that is always telling people off?”
“What does that have to do with the question?” Torden asked with a laugh while leaning in close to the drummer. “I like having choices.”
And then they were both laughing. Torden took that moment to lean over and kiss Devon’s cheek if only to see the reaction. Devon started to laugh; surprised and feeling strangely nervous from the Dane’s behavior.
“Oh? So, I am your type?” Torden teased while grinning ear to ear and downing a shot. “Don’t let Lars find out or we both might end up in a threesome.”
Watching the drummer’s reaction and ever darkening cheeks he couldn’t resist. “Not that I mind. You’re hot for a man with grey in the beard.”
Devon gave him a shove, but it was playful, almost boyish. “Shut your mouth. I thought I was finally free of the prissy tart when you started sleeping with him.”
Torden shook his head while pouring himself another drink. “No, he has eyes on both of us. He’d probably collapse if he saw me kiss your cheek.”
"He does seem like he'd faint." Devon started laughing because what else could he do. “Does that mean you’re going to keep kissing me?”
“Only if you like it.” Torden teased as he leaned in close and gave the drummer a one-armed hug. He liked Devon, not necessarily the way Lars did, but he could certainly see the appeal now.
Devon got along with most people with his easy-going attitude so when the older, and the drummer suspected calmer, Dane approached him at dinner to share the table they got along well. They talked about the bands and found common ground talking about being in industries that were so obsessive over everything. It was a nice conversation. At some point drinks started. It was well into the evening now and Devon had no idea when it had started nor how many drinks he’d consumed. A dozen, maybe?
Torden was laughing and jovial in a way that Devon could appreciate even if it was a bit over the top compared to what he was used to in his own band. The topics were growing more and more off color but fun because they focused on escapades. The Dane easily talking about his own crazy life as a model without asking many questions of the drummer beside him.
“Have you ever had a threesome?”
The question came out of nowhere and Devon choked on his drink, feeling it go down the wrong way. “What?”
“What would you want in one; two women, two men, one of each?” Torden had a purpose here, but he didn’t say anything right now.
“I’ve….” He was going to say never and then flushed when he realized he couldn’t say no.
“Oh, you have!” Torden picked up on it much to Devon’s dismay.
He could only sigh at the Dane. “Once, and I was blitzed out of my head thanks to Rekker’s old habit of drinking shots like water.”
“With the ginger?” He bumped his shoulder into the older drummer mischievously. Had he really gotten into a threesome with the ginger and who else? Devon rolled his eyes at the prying Dane.
“Not with the ginger, well that ginger, but he’s the one that filled me with booze.” Devon shook his head and then finally cracked a smile at the sudden youthful feelings that came with these questions and the memories surrounding them. “Have you?”
“What? Had a threesome?” Torden motioned for the waiter to bring another round of drinks. “A couple times but nothing too interesting.”
The conversation went silent when the new drinks came. Devon hoping, erroneously, that he was out of this conversation topic all together. Torden would have none of that and turned back to the man next to him. “If you were going to have one now, who would you want from the bands? We can pretend everyone is single.”
Devon stopped drinking to stare at the Dane for this question. All that came was an infectious laughter that creased all the lines on the Dane’s face and all around his eyes. There was something about it that had Devon laughing. “Don’t tell me you’re about to offer yourself?”
Torden hadn’t even mentioned this and all he could imagine was Lars’ eyes wide as saucers if he overheard this. “I don’t know. Am I your type?”
There weren’t enough drinks in the world to keep his cheeks from feeling fiery. Devon was used to quick comebacks. Rekker trained him well on those from years of being chaotic. “I thought you liked that blonde Dane, the drunk one, or that Norwegian that is always telling people off?”
“What does that have to do with the question?” Torden asked with a laugh while leaning in close to the drummer. “I like having choices.”
And then they were both laughing. Torden took that moment to lean over and kiss Devon’s cheek if only to see the reaction. Devon started to laugh; surprised and feeling strangely nervous from the Dane’s behavior.
“Oh? So, I am your type?” Torden teased while grinning ear to ear and downing a shot. “Don’t let Lars find out or we both might end up in a threesome.”
Watching the drummer’s reaction and ever darkening cheeks he couldn’t resist. “Not that I mind. You’re hot for a man with grey in the beard.”
Devon gave him a shove, but it was playful, almost boyish. “Shut your mouth. I thought I was finally free of the prissy tart when you started sleeping with him.”
Torden shook his head while pouring himself another drink. “No, he has eyes on both of us. He’d probably collapse if he saw me kiss your cheek.”
"He does seem like he'd faint." Devon started laughing because what else could he do. “Does that mean you’re going to keep kissing me?”
“Only if you like it.” Torden teased as he leaned in close and gave the drummer a one-armed hug. He liked Devon, not necessarily the way Lars did, but he could certainly see the appeal now.
