The singer loved that his tight pants tormented people from groupies to other members of different bands. But now he had no need for groupies anymore because the only person he wanted was the ginger bastard. He just had to have him. Somehow. The man was so fucking sexy even if he didn't know it.

"Oh, I know you're a man, babe. Just looking at your manly attributes right now. That ginger hair going down is such a fucking tease."

Bjorn couldn't help but admire the man's body and wonder how many men and women had the pleasure of it. Not wanting to think about that the singer just thought about what might happen in the next few moments. The hair washing.

"Rat's nest? It's not that bad. You love it really, admit it."

The Swede giggling whilst running a hand through it. Mostly, it was the hairspray which caused it to stick up and clump together. Bjorn washed his hair a lot but then he had to style it to create his glam image. No good having flat boring hair. That fucking sucked. Watching Rekker walk away, Bjorn just stared at that ass and wondered what it would look like naked.