New Beginnings and rekindling an old flame.

[swedish_rocker]

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.

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[suomi_thunder]

There was no way to hide anything from the Fin. He always knew and was waiting, though he had warned Tom that there might be some sparks but it would be ok. And he was waiting, sitting in the hotel on the mezzanine and watching the lobby with intent even if he's also on the watch out for Joe so he doesn't get startled.

He sees Viktor first coming through the revolving door and then the Fin is running down the escalator, brushing past people and taking two steps at a time with his long legs. He doesn't stop, nothing is going to deter him. Vars barely has a chance to notice him before the drummer has Hans in a full on hug that nearly lifts him off his feet.

"HANS!!" He screaming because, unlike Vars, he hasn't visited Hans in a long time nor spoken to him much.

[swedish_rocker]

The Swede didn't have time to utter a word as he was soon being pulled into a hug by his old friend. Aarne, the Finnish Terror. The tall man was near Hans' height at one inch taller than himself and his enthusiasm caught the blond guitarist off-guard a little as he laughed and patted Aarne on the back. It felt good to be wanted. For old friends to be re-united with one another.

"Aarne! I see you are still the same long-legged crazy vilda renar that you've always been. It is good to see you again, vän."

Hans felt a feeling of belonging that he had been lacking over the months and years. Aarne's energy was something Hans loved and wondered if he had found someone too.

[suomi_thunder]

The boots always left him taller than the guitarist in his more sensible shoes. He let go of the hug to grab Hans' cheeks and give him a kiss on the lips, more like a wild little kid than anything meaningful.

"I didn't tell Rik you were coming." He whispers because the surprise was needed. Rik and Hans had been so close, nearly like the Dane's dad sometimes and this would be good. Rik deserved more good surprises in his life.

[swedish_rocker]

The boots did indeed make Aarne taller and Hans just smiled at all of it. The crazy Fin was now kissing him on the lips which caused the Swede to giggle and then ruffle the Fin's hair like a friend would. It was all good fun and Hans had missed the times he used to have with the Hammers back when he was with Hunter.

"Oh? Then, this will be a surprise for Rik? I like surprises. Talking of surprises, this is Bjorn my brother."

Turning back to face the younger Swede, Hans pulled Bjorn over by the arm and wanted to introduce him to everyone. The young singer offering a wave and a wink towards Aarne before eyeing up what the Fin was wearing. He liked fashion too! What long legs! Bjorn giggled and then looked up past Aarne to where the other new people were. Hans shot his brother a knowing look and Bjorn stuck his tongue out. Classy as always.

"Bjorn can be rather a handful at times. He's a kind boy though if a little bitchy and spoiled at times."

This caused Bjorn to make a lewd gesture with his tongue inside his mouth.

[suomi_thunder]

Aarne missed the affection, missed the man too. It was indulgent to hug Hans again. Aarne hadn't met Hans' brother yet and instantly hugs him too. The sticking out his tongue at everyone reminds the Fin of Joe which only endears him to the new arrival more.

"No more bitchy than me." Aarne giggles as he lets go of Bjorn from a much quicker hug. The laughing only gets more at the lewd gesture. "I am the terror of this world."

Aarne winked at Hans and then took his hand to start pulling him toward the escalators. He isn't thinking about Hunter and Hans, just wanting to take Hans to meet everyone.

[swedish_rocker]

Hans smirked at Aarne's comment about being bitchy and knew Bjorn would take to the Fin instantly as one of his own. Unlike his older brother, Bjorn was into glam metal and not hard rock. Hans being the older, taller more masculine out of the two. The older Swede ruffled his brother's hair before seeing the younger man duck away to run up the escalator two at a time to meet everyone else. He would catch up with Bjorn soon enough.

"It's been a lonely time, Aarne. For me. Rehab wasn't the easiest thing in the world. Det har varit ett de senaste åren sedan Hunter åkte."

The last few words spoken in his native language, quieter so that only Aarne could hear.

[suomi_thunder]

Aarne waves off Vars and Viktor. Those two could go off to do whatever and Aarne could take care of Hans, and whatever came up with Hans. He watches Bjorn and laughs but it quiets at Hans' comment.

"Jag ... Hunter har någon. De har varit tillsammans i några månader." Aarne returned quietly as they stepped on to the escalator.

Slowly, he starts to smile. "Oroa dig inte. Jag tror att du kommer att gilla honom när du vänjer dig vid hans högljudda mun."

Somewhere upstairs.

[rage_rekker]

Rekker was blissfully unaware of anything happening below. He's on his phone working on scheduling students and preparing to go home for awhile to take care of things since he had spent the night at the hotel with some of the other musicians. The night of music had done wonders for his mood, at least for the time being. The Brit might never admit it but his brother had been right in suggesting that company of other musicians would do him good.

The elevator dings and he steps in without looking, running headlong into someone who was stepping out into the hall. Rekker's phone flew from his hands, clattering across the floor and into the elevator before he could even look up. What now?

[metallhuvud]

Bjorn was high, possibly from the emotions running through him and the drugs he'd consumed on the way to meeting up with this fucking epic tour. Hans had disapproved of all the drugs but he knew his younger brother was old enough to do what he liked even if it was all reckless choices. Bounding up the stairs the young Swede then ran towards the elevator still giggling because this was going to be a fun trip with all the other musicians.

It was then he heard the "ding" and then ran headlong into someone stepping out of the elevator. Oh shit.

"Fuck!--sorry---oh--"

Oh for fuck's sakes. Gingerlocks? The Swede just stared eyes wide and then noticed the Brit's phone had clattered to the floor sliding away. Oops. Why didn't he look where he was going?

"Gingerlocks! I didn't see you there, baby cakes. Sorry about your phone. Here, let me get it for you."

Bjorn wanted to be helpful because he was buzzing from snorting a vast amount of cocaine beforehand. That and he hadn't spoken to his ginger....friend in a while. Not since he'd ran away after seeing the horrific injuries the man had inflicted on himself.

[rage_rekker]

Rekker looked up and his eyes get wide with fear and panic. His insides twisting up over the fact that this person didn't want him around either. He wavered on the threshold of the elevator unable to step out because he needed his phone and unable to step in because he had already convinced himself Bjorn hated him just as much as everyone else.

The elevator made the choice for him as Bjorn stepped away, probably to retrieve his phone from the floor, and the door started closing. He stepped in and the door closed behind him. The Brit stood them, pressed back into the now closed elevator door. Rekker looks up at the door behind him and forgets how an elevator even works as he starts to panic. He doesn't want to be a burden to Bjorn or trouble him since the Swede made it obvious he found his presence horrible.

[metallhuvud]

The Swede went to pick the Brit's phone up but Rekker was already reaching down. Did he not like elevators? The Swede didn't mind them but he'd rather be outside running around since there wasn't much you could do inside an elevator anyway. Except drink and try and bounce off the shiny metal walls.

"Rekker?"

Bjorn could see the panic written all over the ginger's face as he wasn't sure why the man was panicking. Was he claustrophobic? But then he'd travelled up in the elevator in the first place and hadn't taken the stairs. The singer didn't know what else to say because his mind was already going back to those horrific scars on Rekker's arms. Shit. The guy had tried to kill himself or harm himself at least. Fuck. Not wanting to think about that he just pushed himself towards the back of the elevator wall.

"We meet again, sockerkakor."

[rage_rekker]

His name has his eyes coming to the Swede, pupils fully dilated as he takes a few deep breaths. Even if he didn't always appear to, the Brit did have some self moderating techniques. He took his hands off the door behind him and there were sweat marks because his palms had gone clammy.

He crossed his arms staring at the Swede going as far away as possible. Things were trying to crash in and he distracted himself by focusing on which button he needed to push so the elevator would move.

The Swedish gets another look while he wonders what the hell it means, probably an insult but his eyes drop to his phone still on the floor in the middle of the elevator. He lets out an amused and almost snorted sigh, of course this was his luck.

"Who cursed me?" His eyes on the swede waiting for another fight to break out, even if Rekker is in no mood right now. He has things to do. "Are you going to be everywhere I end up in LA?"

[metallhuvud]

"Cursed? I don't curse anyone, cutie. Our family are not the förbannade of ancient legend."

Bjorn and Hans were both pagans and didn't like hearing the words curse. The Swede shook his head and rolled his eyes because fuck! He hadn't come here to fight with this guy again. A trip up the stairs was for him to meet the other band members and he had to bash into Mr. Grumpypants again. What was his life?

"I've come to join the tour with my brother. It sounded fucking cool so here I am. You don't look so good. Elevators make you feel sick? I fucking puked up in one once because I drank too much."

The singer shrugged and then wondered if Gingerlocks was going to grab his hair or mess it up or something. Either way he kept his eyes on the Brit.

[metallhuvud]

"Pequeña perra? What the fuck does that mean?"

Bjorn just frowned a little and then wanted to go and look for the booze Rekker mentioned. It was under something called a "rose hair" whatever that was. Oh fuck. The Swede stopped just shy of the cabinet which looked like it had something living in it. The house was partly a fucking zoo! The guy liked his weird and tropical animals didn't he? Sighing, Bjorn just fumbled inside and grabbed the near empty booze bottle.

"It's near fucking empty! But---thanks anyway."

The Swede knew why Rekker couldn't have booze and drugs. After what they both talked about in the elevator the singer had a better understanding and it was sad. The poor guy lived on his own except for his animals. Maybe he liked it that way? Bjorn just unscrewed the cap and downed the rest in two mouthfuls, watching Crusher eat her rather disgusting dinner. Horrible to a human but tasty to a lizard like herself.

"I was nearly right then. 42. Old man!"

The Swede giggled, putting the bottle in the trash and minding Crusher as he tugged on a few of the Brit's long ginger strands.

[rage_rekker]

"It's no fucking fun when you can't understand, is it?" Rekker was making a point of being surly over this. He didn't really care that the Swede spoke Swedish around him but he better be ready to take what he dished out. Rekker put the bowl down for Crusher in the corner of the kitchen and frowned at the singer.

"Oh Fuck, you might have to be sober for a minute, a fucking tragedy." Rekker snaps back. He like to drink and drink a lot but he can't and he knows he can't if he wants to stay alive. Living alone had nothing to do with his darkness inside and the way his mind always ground down on him every chance it got. He had just finished washing his hands and was going to make some tea when he felt the tug on his hair.

"Are you one of those bitches that chases after older men?" he had given up and fell back on teasing the singer. The compliment hidden in that comment paired with the touch though was enough to cause the anxiety to flicker inside again. Rekken had to respond though in like as Bjorn walked by he put a hand low on his back, dangerously close to an ass grab, and gave the singer a rough shove.

[metallhuvud]

"I can teach you, honey. Then, you'll be able to understand me and the other Swedes on the tour."

Bjorn was being serious and not bitchy this time. If Rekker didn't want to learn then it was up to him but he was at least offering to teach the man Swedish. That's if he wanted the bitchy blond around more after this meeting in the house. He hoped so. The singer stuck his tongue out at the moody Brit then laughed when he felt that push from behind. It was close to his ass too.

"What if I am? Do you have a problem with that, you grumpy ginger bastard?"

He turned around after the grab and offered a finger to the Brit. The playful flirting was fun.

[rage_rekker]

"Are you planning on hanging around like a fucking annoying bastard for that long?" Rekker sighed and rolled his eyes. His instinct is to shove the Swede right out the door on his ass to prevent the inevitable of him leaving because he can't deal with the mental health crashes. The guitarist hopes maybe a little that someone might find him tolerable before he managed to take his own life.

"I don't want my house covered in fucking hairspray and glitter smelling like a damned cathouse." He throws back and offers his own finger to the annoying singer. "Fuck off yourself."

[metallhuvud]

"Well, you did invite me here, Gingerlocks. I'm not about to leave because that would be fucking lame. I like you and this place? It fucking rocks!"

The Swede crossing his arms and not budging for a moment or two as he squared off at the metalhead. The Brit could be a stubborn fuckhead but Bjorn liked him---really liked him. What was it? Lust? Love? A bit of both? Inquisitive nature? That thrown in too. The guy had a massive house and interesting creatures. What was not to like? Oh and a fucking expensive car.

"It won't be. Do you have to moan like a cheap whore yourself? The glitter sticks to me, babe. Most of the time anyway. Don't you have a housecleaner or something to clean it all up anyway? You're a rich fuck."

Bjorn smiled at the finger thrown back at him.

[rage_rekker]

Rekker stared for a long time at the Swede. It was there again, another declaration of liking him. He felt nervous from it, aggitated. "Whatever."

The Brit snapped a little and intent on going past Bjorn and into the studio to make sure everything was set up for teaching tomorrow.

"Fuck you. You're the one bitching like a cheap whore." Rekker crossed his arms while leaning on the counter, looking as stubborn as he is for the moment. "Not every rich fuck is a lazy ass loser that pays for everything."

It was why Rekker could afford this place, he didn't waste money. "I still have glitter in my fucking hair."

[metallhuvud]

"Not any fucking whore, babe. Yours."

Bjorn wanted to make this a thing now that he and Rekker were getting closer to one another through touch and contact. This felt much better than the early bitch fights they were getting into sending nasty insults to one another with spite. But the playful words coming out of the ginger's mouth---they made Bjorn smile. Another gasp was pulled from the singer when he felt Rekker's rougher palms slide up his smooth, wet legs. That felt good.

"Ooh, Rekker. You're a fucking big bastard, aren't you?"

Glancing down at the man's erection, he wrapped a hand around the cock and pumped it a few times, biting down on the Brit's shoulder. Did he like being bitten because the Swede bit. He bit a lot. Would the singer scream like a whore all night? Fuck yes. This was the norm for Bjorn anyway when he was with a man but Rekker...he might top them all.

"Are you going to fuck me senseless with this huge ginger cock?"

[rage_rekker]

"Mine?" Rekker laughed and shook his head and mane of red hair. "Are all you fucking Swedes this fast and loose?"

He's watching Bjorn's reactions and loving the way the singer seemed to abandon himself to pleasure.

"I told you my ego didn't need to make up for anything but you were too bitchy to believe me." He can't help the smirk as Bjorn starts to realize what he's getting into.

The blonde pulls another loud moan from the Brit and a jerk of his hips, pushing into those few strokes. Biting was good but scratching was what Rekker wanted, he could get scratched bloody and he'd want more.

"If I say no will you cry?" He teases as he palms Bjorn's whole ass cheek and squeezes. He wanted to lay the Swede out right on the cushioning around the edge of the tub and fuck him until he lost that pretty voice of his.

[metallhuvud]

"Yes, honey. Mine. Jag är din hora. I'm your whore."

He spoke in his native tongue just to be a fucking tease even more because he knew it might rile up Rekker. The man had a big cock which pleased the Swede because it was something he liked. Long hair and a big cock was always something that attracted the singer to men with such attributes. He kissed the ginger on the lips once more as he raked his nails down the Rekker's chest, nearly drawing blood but not quite. Fuck, this was erotic!

"Cry? I'm not a fucking baby. Will you moan and groan like a man bitch as you pound my tight ass?"

Bjorn licked along Rekker's ear and then bit just underneath his jaw, catching a piece of skin between his teeth lightly. His own cock now at full hardness, bobbing between his legs.

[rage_rekker]

"Does this mean I have to get cash out later?" Rekker has to stifle a laugh because that is sincerely just a harassment. He knows that isn't what is happening but teasing about it is fun.

Those nails got a loud gasp and held breath before it came out as a moan. Those nails felt so good tearing into his skin. He wanted to fall asleep covered in bloody rakes all over his body.

"No." He let go of Bjorn's hair to get both hands on his ass. "Everyone on this street is going to hear you scream like a fucking whore."

And he want the Swede. In a show of raw strength he stood, picking the singer up and laying him out on the edge of the tub where his feet could dangle into the hot water if he wanted them too. It put the Brit between his legs, hard cock shoving against the silky skin of the blonde's inner thighs. All that ginger hair falling on Bjorn as he started kissing at his collar bone and across his chest, the Brit's calloused hands pinning Bjorn's hips down.

[metallhuvud]

"No, sweetie, no cash. I'm a free whore for you. This means you get to spend as much time as you want with me and get free sex. Lucky boy!"

Bjorn giggled and knew he was being playful and Rekker would understand. Out of all the masculine men he'd slept with the Brit was in his own league altogether. Massive fucking hair and a hot body. A definite win. The Swede wanted to feel that large cock stretch him open and cause him to lose his mind.

"Is that so? Cocky bastard, aren't you? How about I make your dreams come true tonight?"

The singer was full of crude pick up lines and knew he was acting like a cheap whore but didn't care. Fuck anyone who assumed shit about him because they knew nothing about him at all. Bjorn moaned as he was now underneath the older Brit, feeling all that ginger hair now falling onto his heated wet skin.

"Your hair---"

Giggling, Bjorn grabbed onto it and pulled slightly harder than before as he hooked both legs around his lover, groaning and panting softly. He wanted this. He wanted Rekker. His own blond hair fanning out around his head and shoulders as his body ached to be fucked. Raking his nails down Rekker's arms, the singer arched up slightly, feeling his cock brush against the ginger's thigh.

[rage_rekker]

"I can get whores anywhere. Maybe you're the lucky bitch?" And there was truth to that. Rekker didn't sleep with many people at all. To get taken home this soon after meeting was even rarer. Usually Rekker went after feminine and athletic women but the Swede hit all the right buttons for THE ginger to want him.

"You're the one wants to be a whore." There's a laugh as he licks Bjorn down low by the navel. He had to pause, moaning from the rake of nails.

"Harder." He growled against Bjorn's skin then bit right over his hip bone, sucking and licking the skin. Rekker might be all over the place mentally but those high emotions that ran maddeningly through him hit the good as well as the bad emotions. His hands were all up the Swede's sides, stroking roughly as he bit his hip again. Maybe the whorish glam singer would beg for cock.