Hans Larsson

"I am? Oh, I had no idea it was that obvious."

Bjorn was a lying bitch as well as a tarty one and he was now curious as to what Rekker would use to get the hairspray out of his blond whore hair as the ginger put it. All the name calling was cute and the Swede loved how the Brit had certain names just for him. Moving close to Rekker, Bjorn walked into the space between them and smiled deviously. Fuck, this was going to be good. The singer's eyes then caught sight of something else.

Oh. Oh.

"You've got a fucking hot tub! Wow. Let's get in it! You could wash my hair in there. It's big enough for two---looks it."

The cat was well and truly out of the bag now. This solved their dilemma of who would stand in the shower and who wouldn't? Bjorn was already pulling off his boots, unlacing them and throwing them into the corner with his shirt.