Hans Larsson

"A drive in the Hills? Fuck yes do I want to! Are you going to show me your big motor?"

The Swede couldn't help but spout innuendo because he was finally starting to enjoy being with this British ginger-haired man. The insults had now simmered down to playful ones mostly regarding the state of Bjorn's hair. Hans often commented on how much hairspray his brother put into his mass of bleached blond tresses.

"My brother's hair is fluffy and mine is glam style."

Rekker's hair falling over him made the Swede smirk and he couldn't resist nuzzling into it slightly, enjoying the scent of the other man. The leather and tea tree oil were particularly nice. Bjorn stank of hairspray, perfume, booze and make-up products.

"I'm not being a bitch. You want to fix my hair, cutie? I'll allow you to."