Old Flames Never Go Out
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swedish_rockerFor 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.