swedish_rocker | New Beginnings and rekindling an old flame.

New Beginnings and rekindling an old flame.

Hans had met up with Vars and his new boyfriend Viktor whilst in Norway. The Swede had been pleased to catch up with Vars since he hadn't spoken to any of the Hammers face to face for a long time. How long had it been? Now, Hans and his younger brother, Bjorn, were on the way to LA along with Vars and Viktor to meet up with the rest of the Hammers and to meet two other bands; Ziggy and the Spiders from Mars and the Hell's Angels, Viktor's band. It would be good to get back with other musicians after spending some much time in rehab and Hans knew he could use all the company he could get. The months and years hadn't been easy and he'd often felt lonely or isolated from society after his stay in hospital following his near death experience. He'd overdosed on painkillers and Hunter, his ex-boyfriend had found it too much and had ran.

Hans still ached for Hunter in a way, even though the spark they had together was no longer there. He still missed the man though and the soft warm touches at night. But people moved on after months apart and Hans suspected Hunter had found another man. It was to be expected and the Swede bore no ill will towards his ex lover at all. Glancing to Vars, Hans then placed a hand on the man's shoulder as he felt nerves constrict his insides at meeting Hunter once more. Bjorn giggled and poked fun a little before getting a surly glare from Viktor. The Brit punk had attitude and Hans found him a little intimidating but nothing to the point of not liking the man. If Vars loved Viktor then Hans would find a friend in the fire-loving Brit. All the bands were a family and Hans knew this more than anyone. The question regarding Bjorn though---the young man was a live wire and loved to cause chaos and trouble wherever he went. Hopefully, Hans would be able to keep his brother out of anything bad.

He hoped.

"Well, it will be nice seeing Aarne and Rik again. Hunter---I missed him."

Hans swallowed hard and wondered how the man would even react.

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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?"

Rekker tilted Bjorn's head back to rinse the soap out. Those hands pulled his eyes down and a tremble of nervousness shook him but the goose bumps on his arms and across his abdomen were arousal. He tries to keep himself stable and focus on the hair. He wants to pull it and a moment passes of imagining yanking the Swede closer.

"My ex years ago." What was it now, 10 years or something ridiculous since he showered with someone other than his bandmates out of necessity backstage. That though wasn't what the Swede was getting at. Rekker hadn't even had anyone in his house since then, not sexual partners for sure.

"Special?" Rekker laughed as he slipped his hands slowly out of the singer's hair, lingering longer than needed. "Yes, if that means you a special fucking pain in the ass bitch."

He turned and got something else motioning for the Swede to step out of the water and mercifully letting him escape those hands on his waist. "Come out of the water."

Edited 2021-10-02 21:19 (UTC)

The singer sighed softly as Rekker tipped his head back washing the soap out. It felt nice to be doted on and the guitarist's fingers felt good in his wet soapy hair. All of the hairspray now long gone and no longer a sticky rat's nest as the ginger Brit had named it.

"Your ex? I wonder if they were as pretty as me."

Bjorn couldn't help but be playful now that he and Rekker was standing in the shower jets together. Stepping out of the water he let go of the metalhead's waist and shot a cheeky smile. His hair felt cleaner not longer in sticky clumps and the smell of the shampoo smelt really good. But what was even better was a naked Rekker. The ginger hair all wet and alluring causing the Swede to hitch a breath. Was he getting turned on? Oh yes.

"I'd rather not talk about her." Rekker's words are dark and there's a sadness there. Talking about his ex would destroy his mood. Instead he focused on the task at hand.

He had a blended oil for his hair when it got dry and had imagined it would help the bleach damaged mess on the Swede's head. The oil had a mix but tea tree and Jojoba were dominant in the scent. The anxiety was still there causing his fingers to feel cold and tingly. The meds weren't fully kicked in yet and until then he had to fight the desire to run or panic.

"You look like a drenched clown." Rekker smirked as he came back over with a handful of oil for Bjorn's hair. He wasn't wrong. All the running make up was a mess. The guitarist though was back to the Swede's hair, working the oil into the ends, especially where it was particularly damaged or dry. "You need to leave this in for at least five minutes."

The instructions were given while Rekker's hands were still in Bjorn's hair but his eyes were on his pale skin and how close they were to each other.

Her? So, his ex had been a girl. Bjorn did wonder if Rekker liked blonds or girly boys but it seemed he liked women too. But, he didn't want to think about that. Anyone else could fuck off because this was his private time with his ginger bastard. A drenched clown? The Swede snorted in amusement but could understand the guitarist's words.

"Oh yeah? Well, how about you turn me into a glam queen, babe. Make me look pretty again and smell nice."

Bjorn wondered how long he could last without touching Rekker for five minutes. Fuck! Five minutes. He wanted to reach out and pull on the Brit's wet ginger tresses. Hands itching to slide down that chest too. The fingers now threading back into his scalp had the singer gasping and then offering up a small moan of pleasure because it was so relaxing.

"You look so fucking hot wet."

The Swede stepped closer just as Rekker had finished applying the oil to his hair. Their bodies naked and wet. Bjorn's eyes glancing down to where the metalhead's cock hung. It was such a sight.

"I don't need to make you a glam queen." Rekker started to laugh a little easier. "You were a bitchy fucking diva before I met you."

He's glancing at the singer too, uncertain about that compliment. Even medicated compliments were hard to accept. The electricity is there when the Swede gets closer and the cold rushes back into Rekker's fingers. He has to step away and makes to get the shampoo and get away from the singer and catch his breath. This is all about managing his anxiety so he doesn't have another meltdown.

Back in the water he can focus on something other than his anxiety. It takes maneuvering to pull all his hair around to the side so he can lather it and get the glitter out. There's a purposeful attempt to ignore Bjorn for a minute but he can't ignore the Swede. His eyes flicker over to stare. He just wished the meds worked faster to quell the mix of overpowering emotions he felt like were drowning him.

"A bitchy fucking diva? I love it, babe. I can be a diva anytime you want."

The trashy Swede giggling and loving Rekker's fingers lathering through his blond wet strands. It was erotic and the singer was being a bit of a tease now just arching his back a little, whilst making pleased noises in the back of his throat. His mind creating all sorts of dirty fantasies.

"Have you ever fucked in a shower before?"

It was an honest question and one the singer couldn't but ask as his mind was now firmly in the gutter, or rather, the drain hole of the shower. Bjorn winked at Rekker and then gently slid a finger tip down the Brit's chest, touching lightly, just sliding down between his pectoral muscles.

His will was getting ragged as he fought his own anxiety. Those noises felt good and shot his anxiety through the roof. He's glad for the moment free of the Swede.

His hands stopped in his hair to look up at the singer walking toward him. Rekker took a breath and pushed his hair back to rinse it.

"Why do you care if I have?" He tried to get defensive but then those fingers and nails were on his chest. The gasp isn't going to go unnoticed and happens too fast for the Brit to stop it from escaping. Anxiety or not, Rekker slides one hand around Bjorn's waist, just above the hip. His heart is pounding in terror but he can't ignore the fact they are both naked and flirting forever.

Edited 2021-10-03 20:32 (UTC)

"I'm a curious little bitch that's why."

Bjorn waggled his finger in front of Rekker's face and then couldn't help but gasp when he felt the other man's hand slip around his waist. That felt good. The blond then gently slid both hands into the ginger's hair, just lightly above and around his ears, massaging lightly to help clean. He couldn't help it. The hair was begging to be touched.

"You're just too irresistible like this, babe."

The singer felt his heart begin to pound faster in his chest as he stepped closer once more, his flaccid cock gently just brushing against Rekker's thigh oh so lightly.

"That you are."

Rekker agreed easily but at that gasp was something else. Then those hands were in his hair, soft and working through his hair. The Brit moaned but his panic was at a fever pitch inside, fighting with the arousal of the Swede so close. Rekker slid his hand farther around to the Swede's low back, his hands rough compared to the singer's soft skin.

"You're still a fucking bitch." Rekker teased but his other hand is already in Bjorn's hair, around the back and pulling him in for a kiss. The anxiety, as much as the arousal, has Rekker's breath shallow and fast. The kiss is wanting, needy and just a little rough. It causes the Brit to shake as his nerves fray due to the intimate contact. Why the fuck did his meds act so slowly? That anger helping to quell the anxiety.

"I'll always be a bitchy whore just for you, Gingerlocks."

A finger came out of the mass of wet ginger hair to tap at Rekker's nose playfully before delving his fingers back into the soapy mass once more, massaging and hopefully cleaning. Oh, it felt so good and the Brit's hair was so fucking long! How did he manage to wash it all by himself? Bjorn just wanted to spend all evening inside the shower washing and touching Rekker's hair.

Then, he felt that hand move further behind so that it was now on his low back. Oh. The Swede giggled and the gasped. Fuck, it was hot. The hand in the hair got the singer going wide-eyed and then the kiss happened.

Oh.

Bjorn whimpered a little and then moved a hand out of Rekker's hair to slide down low behind his back, pulling the metalhead closer so that their bodies touched. He leaned into the kiss, deepening it slightly but not going too rough in case the man bolted. Oh, but it felt wonderful.

"You sure you aren't always a bitchy whore?"

Admittedly, it did take a lot of time to care for his hair but it was worth it to the Brit, especially now that the singer hand his fingers in it.

That little whimper into the kiss got a rough bite to the singer's pouty lower lip. Rekker had been thinking about how full they were even when he wanted to slap the singer in the mouth, he still thought about them. He might bolt but for the moment his nerves are being outcompeted by the feeling of the soft wet skin of the singer against his own.

Panting he breaks away to push his hair back. Getting soap in his eyes would ruin everything for sure. Even if his anxiety is kept at bay the worry isn't. Breaths heavy he smiles briefly before pushing his hands into his own hair to get the soap out. He hasn't moved away from Bjorn and that might be a tease but who cared? He was more concerned about his eyes burning and causing an interruption.

"Some people say I am and my brother does but I don't fucking care. I am who I am and won't change."

Bjorn just smiled fondly at the Brit as he began rinsing out his ginger hair. Of course the Swede would let Rekker do this properly since soap in the eyes was not fun and stung like a bitch. So, instead, he just let his finger tip play along the man's chest lightly, creating a wet trail along the light hairs.

"You're a grumpy bastard but my grumpy ginger bastard."

The Swede unable to stop flirting since they had now kissed. The closeness felt nice and Bjorn wanted more. Oh, did he. At least the metalhead hadn't bolted or thrown the singer out of his house. That was something at least. He would wait until Rekker had gotten the soap out before touching and kissing the Brit once more.

It took time to get all of the soap out of his hair but he could feel those fingers on his chest, wishing the singer would dig them in and scratch him. They felt sharp and he wanted Bjorn to get rougher.

"I am a fucking bastard and you're a whorish little bitch." Rekker shook his hair out and turned his attention back to the Swede. His eyes taking in all that pale skin for a moment. "You want to rinse your hair?"

Rekker was now actively being a tease as he stepped away, wringing out his hair and grabbing a towel as he heads around the corner to the hot tub outside. There are plenty of trees in the way so no one could see, though these had been put in to keep the ginger from burning in the sun.

Bjorn was soon rinsing his hair and then following Rekker outside to where the hot tub was. Unlike the Brit, the Swede didn't bother with a towel because being naked was something more natural to him. Also, he was being a teasing bitch too by not covering himself up.

"Ooh, the hot tub! Are we going to get inside?"

The singer was visibly excited by this idea as he moved up behind Rekker, pulling on his ginger hair slightly because he could. He was still partially aroused by the kiss they had shared just now and wanted more. Would there be more? He hoped so. His pale skin slightly flushed and his arms wanting to pull the ginger close and kiss him again.

Rekker wasn't using the towel for his body either, but for his hair to get some of the water out of it. By the time the Swede came out Rekker had pulled the cover off and was just stepping down into the water after turning on the jets.

"No." Rekker sniped at the singer. "I'm going to sit in here and banish you to the chairs to suffer."

He's barely able to keep from laughing because his sole intent was to get Bjorn to bitch more. Then the bitch or a singer is pulling his hair again. It gets his attention but as his meds mellow his mood and the panic subsides so do so many of the internal distractions. Sure, he's still nervous about a new lover, worried about what he's doing, but at least the feelings of wanting to literally run are fading.

It leaves the Brit staring and admiring the boyish femininity of his guest. Eventually he turns away to sit along the edge, sighing at the feeling of the warm water further helping the tension fade. Rekker is openly curious about where Bjorn is going to sit.

"Don't be a bitchy bastard. Like fuck am I going to sit on a chair. I'm getting in this bitch of a hot tub with you, hot cakes."

Bjorn grinned and then stepped into the hot jets, feeling them tickle against his calves as he slowly began to step in, fully immersing himself into the hot water. It felt amazing! The Swede then paddled over to sit right next to Rekker, close enough that his body nudged up against the Brit's.

"This is so fucking amazing, I love it. Does it have different settings?"

The singer hadn't actually sat in many hot tubs unlike Hunter who spent most of his time inside the swimming pool or hot tub back at his mansion. When on tour though these things were a luxury, usually only accessible via a hotel having one. Closing his eyes for a moment Bjorn just relaxed and sighed.

"You're too much of a whore to resist climbing in here while I'm naked." Rekker is flirting, openly, or more openly than he had been. This is certainly an invitation.

The touch of the Swede's skin and he sits down picks up Rekker's pulse as his eyes fix on the singer's lips. That full bottom lip begs to be kissed everytime he catches sight of it.

"There's a dial under the panel next to you to change the intensity of the jets." They were only half on right now, enough to relax. And Rekker tried to relax while watching Bjorn's eyes close. He can't relax but at least it isn't panic. His meds have leveled out some of his thoughts and emotions.

He leans back shoving all of his hair over the edge of the tub. Letting out a deep breath Rekker gives up and let's his hand drift under the water, finding the Swede's thigh, about half way up, to run his hand down the inside toward the knee.

"You are the one inviting me into your hot tub naked, babe. Teasing me walking with your naked ginger ass on show for me."

The singer winked at Rekker and then slid an arm around the metalhead's shoulders gently just sidling up that bit closer so that his fingers could play with some hair while they sat together. How was the Brit feeling now? Was he nervous? Bjorn hoped he was calm and better than when they were in the elevator. That felt like a lifetime ago now due to where they were now.

"It tickles. The jets. The bubbles feel nice against my ass."

Of course he had to make a crude remark because Bjorn was trash. That hand though---it had him gasping and making a little pleased sound. Oh, so he was going to get handsy was he? Then, the Swede would also make a move by placing his hand on Rekker's own thigh, running up towards his crotch, just stopping shy of it and squeezing his inner thigh.

"I'm not forcing you to accept it or stare at my ass." Rekker was falling onto tormenting the Swede. He didn't always sound as playful as he was but this was his comfort coming through. The touch felt good and left him leaning in toward the singer.

The tension of the elevator was long gone though his own nerves over fucking things up lingered. Socially he's always blamed himself for people leaving, even his parents who openly told him they didn't want him.

Those thoughts were well in the back of his mind once Bjorn's soft hand was making its way up his leg. Those lips were irresistible and he took a rough kiss as his hand slipped over the outside of Bjorn's thighs to pull him closer.

"You've got a hot ginger ass and I want it to be all mine."

The Swede shooting the ginger a coy glance because he could be a possessive bitch at times and act like a spoiled brat when he wanted something. As soon as Rekker kissed him the singer moved in even closer, almost climbing onto the metalhead's lap. He couldn't help it; he wanted this. He had one leg over and decided to fuck it and do it.

"Mmmm---you smell nice."

In one swift move Bjorn was now straddling Rekker's lap, legs on either side as he giggled and then nuzzled into the Brit's neck. He couldn't keep himself restrained any longer and had to be closer to the older man. Just sitting in the man's lap was doing things to Bjorn's body, causing him to heat up and become even more aroused. His cock waking up and twitching into life. Then, the singer was capturing Rekker's lips in a hot, passionate kiss, groaning and grounding a little in the Brit's lap.

"If anyone is being the bitch with an owned ass, it's you." Rekker teased but there's some dominance there. He didn't bottom at all, even when he'd been with other masculine men. This bitchy little glam princess certainly wasn't going to be anything but the bottom.

The Brit laughed as the Swede slid into his lap. He pressed his own hands to Bjorn's hips and around loosely to his low back. It was definitely getting hot in the tub as Rekker pressed a couple kisses to the center of the Swede's chest. The heat of the kiss got a moan from the Brit who pulled down on Bjorn's hips, forcing him to grind down harder.

When the kiss broke Rekker pushed back his hair and smirked. "What are you doing? Giving me a half assed lap dance?" That was a prod purposefully to see if the Swede would do it or not. "Unless you're not as slutty as you claim to be."

"Oh yeah? Going to prove that to me, bitch? I dare you."

Bjorn loved to wind people up because he gave no fucks. The Swede often got into trouble this way because he wound people up and then they got annoyed with his bitchy ways. Sometimes there was a fight and things went down. Hans often had to be the one to clear up during the aftermath of his brother's drugs and booze binges gone wrong.

"Do you want a lap dance, Gingerlocks? I can give you one if you want."

The Swede kissed Rekker's nose and then began dancing a little, swaying his hips and gyrating his body in lewd ways whilst holding onto the man's biceps. What muscles he had in his arms! Bjorn loved it. He made soft noises at the back of his throat as he then licked up the ginger's neck.

"I have nothing to prove to you or anyone else."

Rekker growled the words at the Swede, low and gravelly like he sang sometimes. The prissy Swede wasn't going to wind him up, not now, or at least not that way. The grinding though had his eyes closed and pulled ragged breaths from the Brit. This was going to get him hard in a hurry if Bjorn kept rocking in his lap.

"You're the one that climbed on me." He threw back as he grabbed a handful of the now much softer bleached hair. He didn't pull, yet, but those soft sounds got his mind on fucking the hell out of the singer. He leaned in whispering, still near a growl.

"You'd like me to prove you're a little bitch? Like the whore you keep offering to be."

"You're just a fucking tease who's sexually frustrated. Not for any longer though."

Laying it on thick, Bjorn didn't want to stop riling the ginger up because he could tell Rekker enjoyed it secretly. How could he not? The grab to his hair got a soft moan out of his lips as he kept grinding down in the Brit's lap, his own cock now hardening and swelling becoming stiff between his smooth thighs. The Swede waxed and shaved his legs and chest since he didn't like body hair being a feminine boy. The only hair he possessed was that on his head and that down below.

"Yes, prove to me, you grouchy ginger bastard. Thrash me instead of your guitar. I can be your guitar or whatever you want me to be."

It was a cheesy line but one Bjorn couldn't help but snort a giggle into. He was then biting down on Rekker's earlobe with his teeth and raking along the man's chest with his nails, harder than before to gauge a reaction.

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