Bjorn wondered how the Brit was taking all of this given his mental state. The closeness though that felt good as the blond allowed Rekker to clean his hair, trying to keep his hands under control. Fuck. He wanted to touch the ginger's chest and run his nails down it causing the man to moan. Dirty mental images now flooding his mind.

"Don't worry about being a little rough, sweetie. I can take it."

Another wink and Bjorn was licking his lips as he anticipated the guitarist's skilled fingers working his wet scalp and going inside his sticky strands of hair. The hairspray slowly being drained out by the hot water. The smell of the shampoo was nice though and Bjorn smiled.

"Ooh, it smells good."