That was how Rekker took things, a day of survival at a time. He closed the door on Crusher's enclosure as they went by since she was in sunning and the Swede wasn't used to her. Sometimes she would stroll into the shower or whatever and that was a startle the young singer didn't need.
Rekker stopped and stared at Bjorn's pants. "Have you looked at your fucking pants? Mine aren't even tight."
The Singer had basically a second skin but if Bjorn was going to accuse him. Rekker pulled off his shirt and tossed it in the corner as they walked into the bed room. "Now, I'm a fucking tease, I guess."
Once inside the room he stopped, turning with crossed arms. Rekker is tone, not chiseled like someone who spent all day at the gym but lithe and muscular everywhere from sports and activity. There's a trail of hair starting blonde at the lower part of his chest that reddens and gets a little thicker as it trails down toward the waist of his rather low sitting, tight jeans.
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That was how Rekker took things, a day of survival at a time. He closed the door on Crusher's enclosure as they went by since she was in sunning and the Swede wasn't used to her. Sometimes she would stroll into the shower or whatever and that was a startle the young singer didn't need.
Rekker stopped and stared at Bjorn's pants. "Have you looked at your fucking pants? Mine aren't even tight."
The Singer had basically a second skin but if Bjorn was going to accuse him. Rekker pulled off his shirt and tossed it in the corner as they walked into the bed room. "Now, I'm a fucking tease, I guess."
Once inside the room he stopped, turning with crossed arms. Rekker is tone, not chiseled like someone who spent all day at the gym but lithe and muscular everywhere from sports and activity. There's a trail of hair starting blonde at the lower part of his chest that reddens and gets a little thicker as it trails down toward the waist of his rather low sitting, tight jeans.