swedish_rocker | New Beginnings and rekindling an old flame.

New Beginnings and rekindling an old flame.

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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Rekker wasn't using the towel for his body either, but for his hair to get some of the water out of it. By the time the Swede came out Rekker had pulled the cover off and was just stepping down into the water after turning on the jets.

"No." Rekker sniped at the singer. "I'm going to sit in here and banish you to the chairs to suffer."

He's barely able to keep from laughing because his sole intent was to get Bjorn to bitch more. Then the bitch or a singer is pulling his hair again. It gets his attention but as his meds mellow his mood and the panic subsides so do so many of the internal distractions. Sure, he's still nervous about a new lover, worried about what he's doing, but at least the feelings of wanting to literally run are fading.

It leaves the Brit staring and admiring the boyish femininity of his guest. Eventually he turns away to sit along the edge, sighing at the feeling of the warm water further helping the tension fade. Rekker is openly curious about where Bjorn is going to sit.

"Don't be a bitchy bastard. Like fuck am I going to sit on a chair. I'm getting in this bitch of a hot tub with you, hot cakes."

Bjorn grinned and then stepped into the hot jets, feeling them tickle against his calves as he slowly began to step in, fully immersing himself into the hot water. It felt amazing! The Swede then paddled over to sit right next to Rekker, close enough that his body nudged up against the Brit's.

"This is so fucking amazing, I love it. Does it have different settings?"

The singer hadn't actually sat in many hot tubs unlike Hunter who spent most of his time inside the swimming pool or hot tub back at his mansion. When on tour though these things were a luxury, usually only accessible via a hotel having one. Closing his eyes for a moment Bjorn just relaxed and sighed.

"You're too much of a whore to resist climbing in here while I'm naked." Rekker is flirting, openly, or more openly than he had been. This is certainly an invitation.

The touch of the Swede's skin and he sits down picks up Rekker's pulse as his eyes fix on the singer's lips. That full bottom lip begs to be kissed everytime he catches sight of it.

"There's a dial under the panel next to you to change the intensity of the jets." They were only half on right now, enough to relax. And Rekker tried to relax while watching Bjorn's eyes close. He can't relax but at least it isn't panic. His meds have leveled out some of his thoughts and emotions.

He leans back shoving all of his hair over the edge of the tub. Letting out a deep breath Rekker gives up and let's his hand drift under the water, finding the Swede's thigh, about half way up, to run his hand down the inside toward the knee.

"You are the one inviting me into your hot tub naked, babe. Teasing me walking with your naked ginger ass on show for me."

The singer winked at Rekker and then slid an arm around the metalhead's shoulders gently just sidling up that bit closer so that his fingers could play with some hair while they sat together. How was the Brit feeling now? Was he nervous? Bjorn hoped he was calm and better than when they were in the elevator. That felt like a lifetime ago now due to where they were now.

"It tickles. The jets. The bubbles feel nice against my ass."

Of course he had to make a crude remark because Bjorn was trash. That hand though---it had him gasping and making a little pleased sound. Oh, so he was going to get handsy was he? Then, the Swede would also make a move by placing his hand on Rekker's own thigh, running up towards his crotch, just stopping shy of it and squeezing his inner thigh.

"I'm not forcing you to accept it or stare at my ass." Rekker was falling onto tormenting the Swede. He didn't always sound as playful as he was but this was his comfort coming through. The touch felt good and left him leaning in toward the singer.

The tension of the elevator was long gone though his own nerves over fucking things up lingered. Socially he's always blamed himself for people leaving, even his parents who openly told him they didn't want him.

Those thoughts were well in the back of his mind once Bjorn's soft hand was making its way up his leg. Those lips were irresistible and he took a rough kiss as his hand slipped over the outside of Bjorn's thighs to pull him closer.

"You've got a hot ginger ass and I want it to be all mine."

The Swede shooting the ginger a coy glance because he could be a possessive bitch at times and act like a spoiled brat when he wanted something. As soon as Rekker kissed him the singer moved in even closer, almost climbing onto the metalhead's lap. He couldn't help it; he wanted this. He had one leg over and decided to fuck it and do it.

"Mmmm---you smell nice."

In one swift move Bjorn was now straddling Rekker's lap, legs on either side as he giggled and then nuzzled into the Brit's neck. He couldn't keep himself restrained any longer and had to be closer to the older man. Just sitting in the man's lap was doing things to Bjorn's body, causing him to heat up and become even more aroused. His cock waking up and twitching into life. Then, the singer was capturing Rekker's lips in a hot, passionate kiss, groaning and grounding a little in the Brit's lap.

"If anyone is being the bitch with an owned ass, it's you." Rekker teased but there's some dominance there. He didn't bottom at all, even when he'd been with other masculine men. This bitchy little glam princess certainly wasn't going to be anything but the bottom.

The Brit laughed as the Swede slid into his lap. He pressed his own hands to Bjorn's hips and around loosely to his low back. It was definitely getting hot in the tub as Rekker pressed a couple kisses to the center of the Swede's chest. The heat of the kiss got a moan from the Brit who pulled down on Bjorn's hips, forcing him to grind down harder.

When the kiss broke Rekker pushed back his hair and smirked. "What are you doing? Giving me a half assed lap dance?" That was a prod purposefully to see if the Swede would do it or not. "Unless you're not as slutty as you claim to be."

"Oh yeah? Going to prove that to me, bitch? I dare you."

Bjorn loved to wind people up because he gave no fucks. The Swede often got into trouble this way because he wound people up and then they got annoyed with his bitchy ways. Sometimes there was a fight and things went down. Hans often had to be the one to clear up during the aftermath of his brother's drugs and booze binges gone wrong.

"Do you want a lap dance, Gingerlocks? I can give you one if you want."

The Swede kissed Rekker's nose and then began dancing a little, swaying his hips and gyrating his body in lewd ways whilst holding onto the man's biceps. What muscles he had in his arms! Bjorn loved it. He made soft noises at the back of his throat as he then licked up the ginger's neck.

"I have nothing to prove to you or anyone else."

Rekker growled the words at the Swede, low and gravelly like he sang sometimes. The prissy Swede wasn't going to wind him up, not now, or at least not that way. The grinding though had his eyes closed and pulled ragged breaths from the Brit. This was going to get him hard in a hurry if Bjorn kept rocking in his lap.

"You're the one that climbed on me." He threw back as he grabbed a handful of the now much softer bleached hair. He didn't pull, yet, but those soft sounds got his mind on fucking the hell out of the singer. He leaned in whispering, still near a growl.

"You'd like me to prove you're a little bitch? Like the whore you keep offering to be."

"You're just a fucking tease who's sexually frustrated. Not for any longer though."

Laying it on thick, Bjorn didn't want to stop riling the ginger up because he could tell Rekker enjoyed it secretly. How could he not? The grab to his hair got a soft moan out of his lips as he kept grinding down in the Brit's lap, his own cock now hardening and swelling becoming stiff between his smooth thighs. The Swede waxed and shaved his legs and chest since he didn't like body hair being a feminine boy. The only hair he possessed was that on his head and that down below.

"Yes, prove to me, you grouchy ginger bastard. Thrash me instead of your guitar. I can be your guitar or whatever you want me to be."

It was a cheesy line but one Bjorn couldn't help but snort a giggle into. He was then biting down on Rekker's earlobe with his teeth and raking along the man's chest with his nails, harder than before to gauge a reaction.

"You're a whore. I've got no reason to tease you." Rekker yanked Bjorn's hair hard.

The smooth, softness of the Swede's skin was enough to get Rekker ready to go. He had men before but the roughness wasn't exactly his thing. A man that felt like a woman though was a turn on and the Brit's hand slid from Bjorn's back to those smooth legs.

Rekker starts laughing. "If I wanted a fucking guitar in my lap, it would be there." But then that bite and those nails. Fuck those nails. The moan that came with that raking sensation was loud and lusty. They were enough that it pulled him to full erection. He hadn't been lying to the Swede before when he said he had nothing to make up for with his ego. Grabbing on to that smooth, creamy thigh Rekker shoved his hips against the singer's.

It takes a moment to get his breath under control and then he moans again at the feeling of Bjorn's body wiggling about in his lap. His whole expression turns mischievous as he kisses those soft lips, just barely. "I'll make those bastards next door listen to you scream like a whore all night."

"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?"

"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.

"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.

"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.

"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.

"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.

"You don't need to get trashy bitches when you have me. They don't know anything about fucking like I do."

Bjorn knew he was spouting bullshit but he didn't care. He just wanted to be with Rekker and to lay with him for the first time. That lick caused the singer to squeak a little in pleasure and he felt his cock throb hard. If the Brit wanted it harder than the Swede would oblige.

"Kinky fucker aren't you?"

Raking his nails down Rekker's arm harder, Bjorn gasped and arched up off the side of the hot tub, moaning and whimpering with need. Did he crave cock? Oh yes. Would he beg? He certainly would if the ginger bastard didn't give him what he wanted and soon. Opening his legs wider he then reached up and grabbed a handful of ginger hair pulling roughly.

"Fuck! One trashy bitch in my house is enough." Rekker smiled at the insult to the singer but it's all a game right now and nothing said was all that serious.

"No more than you." He bit the Swede again, groaning with pleasure as those nails dug in. "You're a dirty fucking whore."

The pull was hard enough that Rekker looked up from underneath his mass of ginger curls, shaking them out of his face, a technique he learned well on the stage. The Brit loved pain but if the Swede started to beg that would be a turn on too. Straining against the hands in his hair, Rekker ran a rough hand all the way down the inside of Bjorn's thigh, being an utter tease about it by avoiding any contact with this cock.

"Are you enough of a whore to fuck dry?" It was an important question as well as a tease before the Brit laid up over the lithe singer and pressed into a kiss on those irresistbly pouty lips.

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"That would be me then, Gingerlocks. Admit it, you love having me around."

Maybe he was a dirty fucking whore but Bjorn liked it that way. He loved being the centre of attention on and off the stage, wearing what the hell he wanted and always something that got stares. Now, he was wanting to be fucked senseless by his Brit metalhead. But being fucked dry? No. He was never a fan of that after trying it once with a partner and waking up so fucking sore after.

"No, babe. Lube me up. You're so fucking big I need to be prepared."

Bjorn pulled Rekker in for a needy kiss as he bit the man's lower lip drawing a little blood. The man loved pain. At least that was what the Swede had gathered so far.

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Rekker paused, considering if he liked having the Swede around. He wasn't about to admit to that answer. "Your bitchy fucking mouth is annoying."

Said with confidence but there is a bit of affection to it. Rekker was fond of bitchy a lot of the time, and now was one of them. His bandmates sometimes picked on him about his bad taste in women for how they behaved. He laughed quietly while imagining what they were going to think of his latest choice in bed companions.

Rekker gave Bjorn a pat on the side of the ass after that bite pulled a groan from the Brit. "Hope you're whore enough to carry around your own."

One downside of Rekker's usual attraction to women and his rare moments of bringing anyone in the house was that he didn't have any, hadn't even considered it in the flurry of heat between the two musicians.

"You fucking love it so shut up, you grouchy ginger bastard."

Bjorn was giggling and then rolled out from underneath Rekker to get up and search his pants pockets back in the bedroom. Lube. Yep. The Swede always carried on it him everywhere out of habit because he never knew where he'd find his next lay.

It had always been this way due to his lifestyle choices and the fact that he only slept with men. Walking back into the hot tub area the Swede stood in front of Rekker, grabbing his cock and stroking it a few times in a lewd display, offering up lewd moans almost like a show. Passing the bottle to Rekker, which was strawberry scented, he then winked as he turned around.

"Here you go. Lube me up, babe."

The Swede turned around and bent over guessing this would be the easiest position for the Brit to slide those guitarist's fingers inside of him.

Rekker watched the Swede walk away into the house. He was nicely feminine and the Brit couldn't deny he found it hot even if Bjorn was completely outside the norm for him. The time dragged on and it felt like the Swede was taking for ever. He probably wasn't, the time getting distorted by Rekker's impatient horniness.

He looked up at Bjorn when he came back, crossing his arms defiantly at the display but inside he cause his body to tighten up everywhere. The singer was going to get fucked to hell.

The lube was snatched away, then the Swede turned around. The first instinct was to follow the request but the playful side won out. Rekker leaned in, wrapped an arm around Bjorn's thighs, lifted and tossed him over his back into the water. The hot tub was deep enough he wouldn't get hut but he was going to probably come up bitching.

Rekker turned around laughing and waiting for the girly Swede to resurface.

Bjorn wasn't expecting the arm wrapping around his thigh as he didn't even have time to turn around before he felt himself being lifted up and thrown backwards into the hot tub's waters. Oh shit!---

"Ahhh!---"

The Swede landed into the tub with a wet sploosh just swallowing some of the water and spitting it out as he came up for air. What the fuck! He was now looking like a drowned rat almost, scrabbling out of the tub and the grabbing the metalhead by the waist and wrestling him to the floor with a soft thud. Bjorn was laughing but was annoyed at the same time so just hit Rekker on the chest with his hand and then bit one of the man's nipples. Was this payback? Almost?

"You fucking cockhead! I said lube me up not throw me into the fucking tub!"

Rekker kept on laughing the entire time the Swede wrestled him down. Playful could be fun and to be honest, seeing the singer get wound up over it was even better.

The bite brought a moan from the Brit. If this was payback then he wanted more of it. He grabbed the blonde's ass with his free hand and pulled him at him. The Brit' aroused and wanting despite the moment of playfulness.

"Look the whore is being bitchy!" Rekker laughed and kissed the singer roughly on the lips, nipping the bottom one because fuck if he didn't love that pouty lower lip.

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