Hans Larsson

The Swede could feel the ginger's eyes roaming over his body because as a singer on stage he looked to his other musicians for guidance and visual cues. He knew what was up. Hands gently coming out to slide around Rekker's waist just to hold him there and to steady himself. Just something nice and slow as to not panic the Brit.

"Yeah I did. Sorry but I can't help it? Your hair is too fucking sexy."

Bjorn grinned like a cheeky schoolboy as his hands stayed fixed on the metalhead's waist, not going anywhere they shouldn't. Not now anyway. He was being good which was so fucking hard right now! The grouchy ginger was so attractive and had a big heart. The Swede was falling in love and nothing could stop that.

"Have you had many people in your shower, babe? Am I special?"