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Leave a message and I'll call back.
I'm off playing guitar or having a good time somewhere.
Name: Hans Larsson
Age: 27
Eyes: Green
Hair: Dirty blond
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 180lbs
Race: Human
Gender: Masculine Male
Ethnicity: Swedish
Sexuality: Gay (Preference for feminine men and softer masculine.)
Guitar of choice: 1967 Fender Custom Telecaster
Profession: Swedish guitarist, songwriter, arranger
Abilities/talents:
Hans can play guitar and most stringed instruments as well as arrange and read sheet music. He is also a skilled climber and loves doing outdoors sports such as swimming, climbing, abseiling, kayaking and surfing. He can speak Swedish, Norwegian, some basic Finnish and a little Danish. He is trained as an apprentice builder, having worked on a construction site as a youngster before he took up music in his late teens.
Personality:
Being a friendly guy, Hans is known for his generosity and calm exterior as well as his bubbly personality and loving ways. He looks after those close to him and is fiercely protective over those he loves. If anyone insulted one of his many male lovers he'd end up giving them a right hook with one of his builder's arms. Hans loves to prank at times and is a dare devil at heart, often getting into trouble with his rock star friends at times doing crazy things. His weakness can often be putting his heart on the line too early and too often he got it crushed by lovers who walked out on him due to pressures of society.
Background:
Hans Larsson was born to a relatively average Swedish family. His parents looked after their son as well as his younger brother, Bjorn, who is two years his junior. Hans' father, Lukas and his mother, Astrid, work as tree surgeons in the local forest close to their home. Being an active outdoors family Hans was soon climbing trees at the age of seven or eight, not being afraid of heights at all. His younger brother, Bjorn, didn't like heights but did like getting into trouble with his older brother, often acting the rebel of the family. Usually, by becoming boisterous and getting into playfights with his older brother. As Hans progressed through school his parents noticed that their oldest son loved water and sports, especially swimming, so they encouraged this.
Up until the age of fifteen, Hans wanted to be a swimming instructor but then wondered about following in his parents' footsteps and taking up tree surgery. In the end he took on a building apprenticeship since this was also something he was interested in. Hans' other main passion was music. All his friends were heavily into Euro rock and this started him off collected various vinyls and listening to the guitar riffs every time.
Something spark off inside of him as he then wanted to learn the guitar. This was a slight surprise to his parents who always thought Hans wanted to be a man of nature and of the water. Still, they encouraged their oldest son and bought him a guitar on his seventeenth birthday. He started learning at home but then began lessons at music school. It was at music school that Hans met Hunter and they began a friendship that would last into the years.
The bright, colourful glam singer meeting up with the son of tree surgeons. Over the years Hans played guitar alongside Hunter at the local music club in town. It was close by to Stockholm and the two became very close as the years went by. They eventually became lovers and Hunter formed the band the Hammers, becoming lead singer. Hans knew social norms were still strict in Sweden but he didn't let that stop him falling in love with Hunter.
People:
Ex- boyfriend Hunter Ivarsson![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rockin_thehousedown
Older brother of Bjorn Larssonmetallhuvud
Boyfriend: Ollie Vestergaardracerkorerk
Age: 27
Eyes: Green
Hair: Dirty blond
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 180lbs
Race: Human
Gender: Masculine Male
Ethnicity: Swedish
Sexuality: Gay (Preference for feminine men and softer masculine.)
Guitar of choice: 1967 Fender Custom Telecaster
Profession: Swedish guitarist, songwriter, arranger
Abilities/talents:
Hans can play guitar and most stringed instruments as well as arrange and read sheet music. He is also a skilled climber and loves doing outdoors sports such as swimming, climbing, abseiling, kayaking and surfing. He can speak Swedish, Norwegian, some basic Finnish and a little Danish. He is trained as an apprentice builder, having worked on a construction site as a youngster before he took up music in his late teens.
Personality:
Being a friendly guy, Hans is known for his generosity and calm exterior as well as his bubbly personality and loving ways. He looks after those close to him and is fiercely protective over those he loves. If anyone insulted one of his many male lovers he'd end up giving them a right hook with one of his builder's arms. Hans loves to prank at times and is a dare devil at heart, often getting into trouble with his rock star friends at times doing crazy things. His weakness can often be putting his heart on the line too early and too often he got it crushed by lovers who walked out on him due to pressures of society.
Background:
Hans Larsson was born to a relatively average Swedish family. His parents looked after their son as well as his younger brother, Bjorn, who is two years his junior. Hans' father, Lukas and his mother, Astrid, work as tree surgeons in the local forest close to their home. Being an active outdoors family Hans was soon climbing trees at the age of seven or eight, not being afraid of heights at all. His younger brother, Bjorn, didn't like heights but did like getting into trouble with his older brother, often acting the rebel of the family. Usually, by becoming boisterous and getting into playfights with his older brother. As Hans progressed through school his parents noticed that their oldest son loved water and sports, especially swimming, so they encouraged this.
Up until the age of fifteen, Hans wanted to be a swimming instructor but then wondered about following in his parents' footsteps and taking up tree surgery. In the end he took on a building apprenticeship since this was also something he was interested in. Hans' other main passion was music. All his friends were heavily into Euro rock and this started him off collected various vinyls and listening to the guitar riffs every time.
Something spark off inside of him as he then wanted to learn the guitar. This was a slight surprise to his parents who always thought Hans wanted to be a man of nature and of the water. Still, they encouraged their oldest son and bought him a guitar on his seventeenth birthday. He started learning at home but then began lessons at music school. It was at music school that Hans met Hunter and they began a friendship that would last into the years.
The bright, colourful glam singer meeting up with the son of tree surgeons. Over the years Hans played guitar alongside Hunter at the local music club in town. It was close by to Stockholm and the two became very close as the years went by. They eventually became lovers and Hunter formed the band the Hammers, becoming lead singer. Hans knew social norms were still strict in Sweden but he didn't let that stop him falling in love with Hunter.
People:
Ex- boyfriend Hunter Ivarsson
rockin_thehousedownOlder brother of Bjorn Larsson
metallhuvudBoyfriend: Ollie Vestergaard
racerkorerkOnwards and Upwards
3/3/22 19:00For Nexus prompt; 3. Finding a new purpose.
cw: overdose and suicide.
Hans felt something he'd not felt in a long time; calm and a wanting to enjoy life again. He was now part of the Hammers once again and was in love with the Dane Ollie. All the emotions were now swirling around in his stomach but not in a bad way. Not at all. He was getting closer to Ollie and was enjoying spending time up on stage as rhythm guitarist playing side by side with Rik when he played. Just seeing the happiness on Hunter's face was also a telling sign that things were looking up. Ever since his overdose Hans had felt lost in those three years just trying to pick the pieces of his life up. He'd had the life and soul drained out of him after dealing with such trauma but now it felt good to be loved.
All the times he'd just paced up and down in his room not knowing what to do with his life since he was lonely and had no purpose in his life like he used to. He had friends but he'd distanced himself on purpose, thinking that all his trauma would just bring people down. The once happy, bubbly, daredevil of a man reduced to a lifeless depressed husk. Those days didn't bear thinking about. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a crackling noise under his door. Distracted from reading his guitar magazine the Swede got up and picked up the piece of paper.
"Oh, what's this?"
It was a poster of Ollie sitting on a hood of a car posing. Of course. No doubt Aarne had found one of Rik's pictures and thought it amusing to send it to the guitarist because he was in love with Ollie. Picking it up Hans then noticed something on the other side of the picture. Some writing which read;
"Your sexy hairy Dane is downstairs with the other Danes at the bar. Go and chat him up. He's lonely.
Kissy face
XXXXX"
Hans just laughed and shook his head. Was this Aarne's writing? Possibly. Unless it was one of the Danes but then it just looked like something the crazy Fin would do for his friend. The blond did indeed leave his room and pushed a hand through his fluffy blond hair as he made his way down the stairs towards the bar area. What would he find? The usual drunken craziness perhaps? Either way, Hans had felt the weight of guilt lift off his shoulders as he was now much happier than he'd been in years. The gnawing ache that chewed him up inside was now mostly gone as he aimed to get on with his life.
He had a new purpose in life. One that would bring him love and happiness.
cw: overdose and suicide.
Hans felt something he'd not felt in a long time; calm and a wanting to enjoy life again. He was now part of the Hammers once again and was in love with the Dane Ollie. All the emotions were now swirling around in his stomach but not in a bad way. Not at all. He was getting closer to Ollie and was enjoying spending time up on stage as rhythm guitarist playing side by side with Rik when he played. Just seeing the happiness on Hunter's face was also a telling sign that things were looking up. Ever since his overdose Hans had felt lost in those three years just trying to pick the pieces of his life up. He'd had the life and soul drained out of him after dealing with such trauma but now it felt good to be loved.
All the times he'd just paced up and down in his room not knowing what to do with his life since he was lonely and had no purpose in his life like he used to. He had friends but he'd distanced himself on purpose, thinking that all his trauma would just bring people down. The once happy, bubbly, daredevil of a man reduced to a lifeless depressed husk. Those days didn't bear thinking about. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a crackling noise under his door. Distracted from reading his guitar magazine the Swede got up and picked up the piece of paper.
"Oh, what's this?"
It was a poster of Ollie sitting on a hood of a car posing. Of course. No doubt Aarne had found one of Rik's pictures and thought it amusing to send it to the guitarist because he was in love with Ollie. Picking it up Hans then noticed something on the other side of the picture. Some writing which read;
"Your sexy hairy Dane is downstairs with the other Danes at the bar. Go and chat him up. He's lonely.
Kissy face
XXXXX"
Hans just laughed and shook his head. Was this Aarne's writing? Possibly. Unless it was one of the Danes but then it just looked like something the crazy Fin would do for his friend. The blond did indeed leave his room and pushed a hand through his fluffy blond hair as he made his way down the stairs towards the bar area. What would he find? The usual drunken craziness perhaps? Either way, Hans had felt the weight of guilt lift off his shoulders as he was now much happier than he'd been in years. The gnawing ache that chewed him up inside was now mostly gone as he aimed to get on with his life.
He had a new purpose in life. One that would bring him love and happiness.
Family Reunion
20/2/22 12:22Hans sighed because he'd been thinking about re-joining the Hammers coming back as rhythm guitarist like he used to be. But it had been three years and lots of things had happened since then including his overdose and near death experience. This wasn't excluding all the mental trauma that went with it and how it affected the other members of the Hammers especially Hunter. But things were finally settling down now and Hunter had a new man, Gilly the Spider from Mars. He was a cute blond drummer who was a bit tarty but then Hunter loved that about him. Who could he argue? Getting up from his hotel room after finishing his tea, Hans decided to head down into the breakfast room to get something to eat and to speak to the Hammers. He had nearly made it to the stairs when he heard screaming coming from behind him. Of course.
"Hello, Aarne."
Turning around, Hans greeted the excitable Fin and immediately found himself embraced into a hug. This was Aarne's way of saying good morning to everyone. Such a friendly guy. The Swede laughed and then felt a small peck to his cheek. This was also the norm with the Fin. Where was Joe? Maybe he was already downstairs with the Angels? Or was he still in bed hungover?
"Coming down to breakfast, Aarne? I sort of want to speak with all of the Hammers about something important."
It had to be said because Hans wanted to gather all of his past band mates together so they could hear his thoughts. He desperately wanted to get back on stage after such a long absence and playing guitar was his life. Aarne nodded eagerly and then giggled because he pointed to their room, noticing a sleepy Joe coming out wiping his face with his hand. He looked a total wreck. Maybe that was because both the Trash Twins got totally drunk the night before. Aarne, of course, was now sober---well as sober as he could be, whereas poor Joe looked a mess.
"Joe looks wrecked. Let's go downstairs and find the rest of the Hammers, shall we?"
Aarne slid an arm around Hans' shoulder and then ruffled the Swede's fluffy blond hair. It was all good fun as the two found themselves in the breakfast room soon enough. Hunter was sat next to Gilly as per usual and Rik was talking to Vars. Perfect. At least they were all together. Hans now feeling nerves wrench at his stomach slightly, knowing what he was about to say.
"Ah, here he comes. Sit down, blomma. There is a seat here unless you want to go and sit next to hairy boy over there."
Hunter greeting his ex with a smirk, glancing over to where Ollie was sitting, eating with the other Danes. Rik looked up but then found himself diving back into his mound of sugary cereal once more. Vars wasn't eating but instead just nursing a large mug of black coffee. Maybe he and Viktor had a drunken night too. Hans sat down next to Hunter with Gilly on the other side. No tarty comment from him yet.
"I want to ask something of you all. It's---well, it's been playing on my mind for a while now and---"
Aarne sunk down into the chair next to Rik and ruffled the guitarist's hair, nearly causing him to spit out a few of his sugary O's. The Fin was all energy this morning as Hans laughed a little but then got back to what he was saying.
"--I would like to become a member of the Hammers again. Like I used to be before...the---before what happened."
Hunter's large brown eyes ghosted over with tears a little as he went to squeeze Hans' shoulder in support. Aarne leant a long arm, caressing the blond's back, hoping to help him. Rik looked up from eating and nodded. He wanted Hans back too as a rhythm guitarist. Besides, two guitars were always better than one sometimes. Vars was pleased with this too as he nodded.
"Want another guitarist. Good you come back."
Hans felt a great weight lift from his shoulders at hearing his friends' words. Just being accepted back into his old band felt liberating and a real joy to hear his band members accept him once more. He felt a few tears form at the corners of his eyes, not being able to hold his emotions in.
"I----this means a lot to me. Thank you. All of you."
Rik stood up to hug Hans from behind as well as Vars, patting his shoulder and Aarne now screaming with joy at having Hans back. Hunter was now crying and half laughing into his breakfast with Gilly giggling a little, kissing his cheek.
"Hello, Aarne."
Turning around, Hans greeted the excitable Fin and immediately found himself embraced into a hug. This was Aarne's way of saying good morning to everyone. Such a friendly guy. The Swede laughed and then felt a small peck to his cheek. This was also the norm with the Fin. Where was Joe? Maybe he was already downstairs with the Angels? Or was he still in bed hungover?
"Coming down to breakfast, Aarne? I sort of want to speak with all of the Hammers about something important."
It had to be said because Hans wanted to gather all of his past band mates together so they could hear his thoughts. He desperately wanted to get back on stage after such a long absence and playing guitar was his life. Aarne nodded eagerly and then giggled because he pointed to their room, noticing a sleepy Joe coming out wiping his face with his hand. He looked a total wreck. Maybe that was because both the Trash Twins got totally drunk the night before. Aarne, of course, was now sober---well as sober as he could be, whereas poor Joe looked a mess.
"Joe looks wrecked. Let's go downstairs and find the rest of the Hammers, shall we?"
Aarne slid an arm around Hans' shoulder and then ruffled the Swede's fluffy blond hair. It was all good fun as the two found themselves in the breakfast room soon enough. Hunter was sat next to Gilly as per usual and Rik was talking to Vars. Perfect. At least they were all together. Hans now feeling nerves wrench at his stomach slightly, knowing what he was about to say.
"Ah, here he comes. Sit down, blomma. There is a seat here unless you want to go and sit next to hairy boy over there."
Hunter greeting his ex with a smirk, glancing over to where Ollie was sitting, eating with the other Danes. Rik looked up but then found himself diving back into his mound of sugary cereal once more. Vars wasn't eating but instead just nursing a large mug of black coffee. Maybe he and Viktor had a drunken night too. Hans sat down next to Hunter with Gilly on the other side. No tarty comment from him yet.
"I want to ask something of you all. It's---well, it's been playing on my mind for a while now and---"
Aarne sunk down into the chair next to Rik and ruffled the guitarist's hair, nearly causing him to spit out a few of his sugary O's. The Fin was all energy this morning as Hans laughed a little but then got back to what he was saying.
"--I would like to become a member of the Hammers again. Like I used to be before...the---before what happened."
Hunter's large brown eyes ghosted over with tears a little as he went to squeeze Hans' shoulder in support. Aarne leant a long arm, caressing the blond's back, hoping to help him. Rik looked up from eating and nodded. He wanted Hans back too as a rhythm guitarist. Besides, two guitars were always better than one sometimes. Vars was pleased with this too as he nodded.
"Want another guitarist. Good you come back."
Hans felt a great weight lift from his shoulders at hearing his friends' words. Just being accepted back into his old band felt liberating and a real joy to hear his band members accept him once more. He felt a few tears form at the corners of his eyes, not being able to hold his emotions in.
"I----this means a lot to me. Thank you. All of you."
Rik stood up to hug Hans from behind as well as Vars, patting his shoulder and Aarne now screaming with joy at having Hans back. Hunter was now crying and half laughing into his breakfast with Gilly giggling a little, kissing his cheek.
Talk with Minoru [Nexus]
8/1/22 18:36[Moved from here.]
Hans slowly sat down next to Minoru and sighed deeply. He didn't like talking about this at the best of times but knew Ziggy's cuddle boyfriend would find out sooner or later. The whole thing about Hunter and Hans being known amongst the Hammers at least. That and no doubt Billy and some of the other Hell's Angels knew about it. Rekker knew too.
"Before the pit? It's hard to tell since it's just a big blurry distorted picture. Half matched things and sounds. I see myself laying face down on the floor of the hotel room and seeing Hunter looking down at me and---"
The guitarist's voice hitched knowing he'd hit a sore spot. The emotion threatening to flood back so he breathed deeply and closed his eyes for a few seconds. Just going back to the nightmares triggered his flight response as his fingers started tingling; his anxiety creeping up, knowing he'd have to calm down for a moment or two.
"--sorry, it's just hard."
Hans slowly sat down next to Minoru and sighed deeply. He didn't like talking about this at the best of times but knew Ziggy's cuddle boyfriend would find out sooner or later. The whole thing about Hunter and Hans being known amongst the Hammers at least. That and no doubt Billy and some of the other Hell's Angels knew about it. Rekker knew too.
"Before the pit? It's hard to tell since it's just a big blurry distorted picture. Half matched things and sounds. I see myself laying face down on the floor of the hotel room and seeing Hunter looking down at me and---"
The guitarist's voice hitched knowing he'd hit a sore spot. The emotion threatening to flood back so he breathed deeply and closed his eyes for a few seconds. Just going back to the nightmares triggered his flight response as his fingers started tingling; his anxiety creeping up, knowing he'd have to calm down for a moment or two.
"--sorry, it's just hard."
Old Flames Never Go Out
4/10/21 15:43For I Love You Prompt 93: "Do you want to help me fix dinner tonight?"
"Vad ska vi laga ikväll, älskling?"
Hans asking Hunter that all important question as he slid his guitar inside it's case and closed it with a snap of the lid. The guitarist had just finished practicing in the large lounge area of Hunter's mansion whilst waiting for the singer to get back after a day of shopping. Hans had opted to stay and finish a riff he'd been practicing on for over two weeks since he took his work seriously. Obviously, now Hunter had returned home with a load of shopping bags. This was accompanied by Aarne who was bouncing around the lounge excited that he'd been bought something by the singer. Of course he was. Hunter had heard Hans' question as he had entered the room, slumping onto the large chair with a pleased smile over his face. Aarne waved to Hans and then ran out of the room and upstairs to find Rik.
"Jag är trött men hungrig. Vad sägs om kyckling?"
Chicken. It sounded like a good bet as Hans leant over to kiss Hunter on the lips whilst pulling his boyfriend close. The singer giggled and then slid both hands into that mass of fluffy hair which he loved so much. He loved Hans so much and didn't like to be parted from him for even a moment. A shopping trip with the Hammers was the exception though.
"I love you. Come on, blomma. Let's get into the kitchen."
Hunter slipping into English because it was good to practice his second language when he could since the Hammers were about to tour the States soon and speaking English over there was a must. Hans nodded, getting up and threading his hand into the singer's, smiling fondly as they both entered the large spacious kitchen. Hunter had loved the design and the mansion was never lacking in space. Six bedrooms, five bathrooms and a large kitchen being among some of the rooms the house had.
"Let me cook for you, darling. You've been out shopping with Aarne and I know how draining that can be. The boy is high on energy. That or too much coke. Is he drunk yet too?"
Hans knew how crazy young Aarne could be and it worried him because the guitarist's younger brother, Bjorn, was often like the Fin; reckless, crazy and naive of life in general. Moving to pull out the chopping board and sliding out a large carving knife, Hans busied himself in the kitchen while Hunter pulled out the chicken from the fridge. Both Swedes often worked as a team in the kitchen, aiding each other in the preparation of the meal. Now that they had all three boys staying in the mansion, Hans and Hunter had to cook for five instead of two. Vars, Aarne, Rik and themselves.
"How about spinach tonight for the veg, sötnos?"
Hunter directing his question to Hans, who was now cleaning the cutting board and knife. The guitarist nodded and they were soon getting the chicken ready, pulling off the bits they didn't need and preparing the carcass with herbs and salt. It would be accompanied by potatoes which were roasted this time. A meal fit for five hungry rock stars. Once the chicken was in the oven, Hans cleaned his hands off and Hunter put away all the rubbish and cleaned the knives up in the sink. Then, both men were soon in each other's arms, kissing and touching each other's hair. It was unavoidable since if they weren't cuddling on the sofa or in bed with one another the kitchen was there go to place to make out and get intimate. Hunter was partly to blame for that.
"I need wine. Could you get me a glass, blomma? I know how sexy you are when you bend down into the wine fridge."
The singer shot a coy glance at his taller, masculine boyfriend as Hans bent down towards the wine fridge, picking out a red and then feeling his ass get smacked by his lover. The ass smacking. That was another thing Hunter loved to do with Hans. Laughing, Hans poured out Hunter's wine into a glass then got one for himself. Then, he was being kissed once more on the cheek and his ass was being squeezed by the singer. He wouldn't have it any other way.
"I think you'd better close the kitchen door. We don't want the kids hearing us."
Hans just stared at Hunter for a moment or two then knew. He always knew.
"Vad ska vi laga ikväll, älskling?"
Hans asking Hunter that all important question as he slid his guitar inside it's case and closed it with a snap of the lid. The guitarist had just finished practicing in the large lounge area of Hunter's mansion whilst waiting for the singer to get back after a day of shopping. Hans had opted to stay and finish a riff he'd been practicing on for over two weeks since he took his work seriously. Obviously, now Hunter had returned home with a load of shopping bags. This was accompanied by Aarne who was bouncing around the lounge excited that he'd been bought something by the singer. Of course he was. Hunter had heard Hans' question as he had entered the room, slumping onto the large chair with a pleased smile over his face. Aarne waved to Hans and then ran out of the room and upstairs to find Rik.
"Jag är trött men hungrig. Vad sägs om kyckling?"
Chicken. It sounded like a good bet as Hans leant over to kiss Hunter on the lips whilst pulling his boyfriend close. The singer giggled and then slid both hands into that mass of fluffy hair which he loved so much. He loved Hans so much and didn't like to be parted from him for even a moment. A shopping trip with the Hammers was the exception though.
"I love you. Come on, blomma. Let's get into the kitchen."
Hunter slipping into English because it was good to practice his second language when he could since the Hammers were about to tour the States soon and speaking English over there was a must. Hans nodded, getting up and threading his hand into the singer's, smiling fondly as they both entered the large spacious kitchen. Hunter had loved the design and the mansion was never lacking in space. Six bedrooms, five bathrooms and a large kitchen being among some of the rooms the house had.
"Let me cook for you, darling. You've been out shopping with Aarne and I know how draining that can be. The boy is high on energy. That or too much coke. Is he drunk yet too?"
Hans knew how crazy young Aarne could be and it worried him because the guitarist's younger brother, Bjorn, was often like the Fin; reckless, crazy and naive of life in general. Moving to pull out the chopping board and sliding out a large carving knife, Hans busied himself in the kitchen while Hunter pulled out the chicken from the fridge. Both Swedes often worked as a team in the kitchen, aiding each other in the preparation of the meal. Now that they had all three boys staying in the mansion, Hans and Hunter had to cook for five instead of two. Vars, Aarne, Rik and themselves.
"How about spinach tonight for the veg, sötnos?"
Hunter directing his question to Hans, who was now cleaning the cutting board and knife. The guitarist nodded and they were soon getting the chicken ready, pulling off the bits they didn't need and preparing the carcass with herbs and salt. It would be accompanied by potatoes which were roasted this time. A meal fit for five hungry rock stars. Once the chicken was in the oven, Hans cleaned his hands off and Hunter put away all the rubbish and cleaned the knives up in the sink. Then, both men were soon in each other's arms, kissing and touching each other's hair. It was unavoidable since if they weren't cuddling on the sofa or in bed with one another the kitchen was there go to place to make out and get intimate. Hunter was partly to blame for that.
"I need wine. Could you get me a glass, blomma? I know how sexy you are when you bend down into the wine fridge."
The singer shot a coy glance at his taller, masculine boyfriend as Hans bent down towards the wine fridge, picking out a red and then feeling his ass get smacked by his lover. The ass smacking. That was another thing Hunter loved to do with Hans. Laughing, Hans poured out Hunter's wine into a glass then got one for himself. Then, he was being kissed once more on the cheek and his ass was being squeezed by the singer. He wouldn't have it any other way.
"I think you'd better close the kitchen door. We don't want the kids hearing us."
Hans just stared at Hunter for a moment or two then knew. He always knew.
Hans had met up with Vars and his new boyfriend Viktor whilst in Norway. The Swede had been pleased to catch up with Vars since he hadn't spoken to any of the Hammers face to face for a long time. How long had it been? Now, Hans and his younger brother, Bjorn, were on the way to LA along with Vars and Viktor to meet up with the rest of the Hammers and to meet two other bands; Ziggy and the Spiders from Mars and the Hell's Angels, Viktor's band. It would be good to get back with other musicians after spending some much time in rehab and Hans knew he could use all the company he could get. The months and years hadn't been easy and he'd often felt lonely or isolated from society after his stay in hospital following his near death experience. He'd overdosed on painkillers and Hunter, his ex-boyfriend had found it too much and had ran.
Hans still ached for Hunter in a way, even though the spark they had together was no longer there. He still missed the man though and the soft warm touches at night. But people moved on after months apart and Hans suspected Hunter had found another man. It was to be expected and the Swede bore no ill will towards his ex lover at all. Glancing to Vars, Hans then placed a hand on the man's shoulder as he felt nerves constrict his insides at meeting Hunter once more. Bjorn giggled and poked fun a little before getting a surly glare from Viktor. The Brit punk had attitude and Hans found him a little intimidating but nothing to the point of not liking the man. If Vars loved Viktor then Hans would find a friend in the fire-loving Brit. All the bands were a family and Hans knew this more than anyone. The question regarding Bjorn though---the young man was a live wire and loved to cause chaos and trouble wherever he went. Hopefully, Hans would be able to keep his brother out of anything bad.
He hoped.
"Well, it will be nice seeing Aarne and Rik again. Hunter---I missed him."
Hans swallowed hard and wondered how the man would even react.
Hans still ached for Hunter in a way, even though the spark they had together was no longer there. He still missed the man though and the soft warm touches at night. But people moved on after months apart and Hans suspected Hunter had found another man. It was to be expected and the Swede bore no ill will towards his ex lover at all. Glancing to Vars, Hans then placed a hand on the man's shoulder as he felt nerves constrict his insides at meeting Hunter once more. Bjorn giggled and poked fun a little before getting a surly glare from Viktor. The Brit punk had attitude and Hans found him a little intimidating but nothing to the point of not liking the man. If Vars loved Viktor then Hans would find a friend in the fire-loving Brit. All the bands were a family and Hans knew this more than anyone. The question regarding Bjorn though---the young man was a live wire and loved to cause chaos and trouble wherever he went. Hopefully, Hans would be able to keep his brother out of anything bad.
He hoped.
"Well, it will be nice seeing Aarne and Rik again. Hunter---I missed him."
Hans swallowed hard and wondered how the man would even react.
