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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"Ungh---don't, ah! Don't stop!"

Bjorn was gone. His face was just a mask of pleasure as he thrashed wildly underneath Rekker; his face flushed with pink due to the lust flowing through his heated body. His skin slick with sweat and his throbbing cock now being jerked off by the ginger. Fuck! The Swede was moaning in his mother tongue when he wasn't screaming and crying out with each powerful thrust offered up into his tight hole.

"Ah!---"

The singer screamed ever louder as he was now coming hard into his lover's rough calloused palm. Spilling his hot seed in spurts as he panted and gasped, crying out the ginger's name again and again. It was so damn erotic Bjorn couldn't help but wail like a banshee as he did this.

"Rekker!"

He wasn't going to stop, not now that he was getting those screams he wanted to hear. He kept going until the blonde calmed and had finished, then let go of his cock to wrap his arm around his midsection. Pulling the Swede close to kiss his neck and lips.

As much as he wanted to continue holding his lover it is too fucking hot. Sliding out of Bjorn, Rekker rolls onto his back beside him while panting heavily. His chest and cheeks flushed hot red as he tries to push back his hair stuck all over his sweat soaked body.

"Fuck." It's all he can say while trying to catch his breath but his hand doesn't stay away long. Laying there he reaches over to stroke whatever part of Bjorn is convenient; hip, thigh, side, whatever. He wants the contact despite being desperate to cool off.

Bjorn felt Rekker slip out of him and then almost collapsed onto the Brit's hot sweaty chest. It had been a good fuck and now the Swede was spent. Exhausted but happy. What a ride! He kissed Rekker on the lips, slow and sensual as his hand came up to cup the metalhead's cheek.

"You were fucking amazing, babe. What a cock! So big and filling. How are you feeling?"

The Swede nibbling the ginger's jaw slightly as he tried to breathe normally once more. When had he been fucked like that before? Not like this. So rough and dominant. Usually, his lovers were other feminine glam men or softer masculine. Rekker was all masculine and he fucking loved it.

The kiss got a moan from the Brit. He's out of breath but as he looks up at the Swede, he wanted more.

"Out of breath." Rekker tells him as he brings both hands up to stroke over Bjorn's soft skin. "Are you still going to be my whore all night?"

He's flirting, still horny and wanting. Rekker found the extreme of Bjorn's feminine body and look arousing, especially compared to other men he'd been around. The soft skin had him gasping as he tried to force his breath to calm. His hands slowly found their way down to Bjorn's ass, cupping both cheeks.

"Good. That's the way I like my men after they've fucked my tight ass."

Bjorn shot Rekker a dirty wink and then sighed in contentment. When was the last time he'd been fucked so roughly like that? Ulrik was the last lover the Swede had and he was nowhere near as rough as the Brit. Fuck. The squeezing of his cheeks got the singer moaning dirtily once more as he grabbed Rekker's jaw and kissed him passionately on the lips, biting the lower one.

"Do you want me to be your whore all night, babe? Don't worry, I won't charge you."

The Swede tapped the ginger on the nose and giggled.

"Like your bruised lips?" Rekker laughed at the puffy, light purple tinge to the singer's lower lip. He must have bit down harder than he thought at some point.

The moan was good to hear and Rekker squeezed the singer's ass roughly. Groaning he looked up at the disheveled Swede, some how even hotter now with his hair wild and remnants of make up smudged on his face.

"I could take your bitchy, princess ass to my bed." Rekker smirked haughtily while rubbing his hands over Bjorn's soft, but muscular, ass cheeks. "See if you're louder the second time."

"Du är en jävla smutsig pojke."

Bjorn giggled and stuck his tongue out because he was using his own language just to goad the ginger because he could. It was all loving words though and he loved how hard the man had fucked his tight ass. Fuck! The ginger bastard could fuck. As for his bruised lips? Bjorn licked at them and hissed a little because they did hurt.

"You fucking love my lips, don't you? Are you always such a fucking wild animal in bed?"

The Swede loved and craved this of course. The second time? Bjorn giggled and then kissed Rekker roughly on the lips, tugging some of that long ginger hair playfully. Was he heating up for more sex? Oh yes.

"Take me then to your bed, hot boy. Fuck me on your rich boy bed."

Rekker yanked on Bjorn, bucking up under him for that stuck out tongue. It had been awhile since Rekker had any and now, off his medication, he felt wild and uncontrollable horny.

"Even when I wanted to punch you in the fucking face." He meant when they first met. Even angry the singer's mouth was hot and he lingered on thoughts of those lips after meeting Bjorn that first time. "I'm going easy on your tight, bitchy ass."

Maybe he was bragging but he could get rough with a partner who enjoyed it. Rough sex often proved to be a good outlet for his own internal aggression too. He moaned for that tug on his hair and slapped the Swede's ass.

"Get off me and I'll fuck you into my rich by bed." This was what he needed and he wanted more.

"I bet you won't punch me in the fucking face though because you love me too much. I'm your sexy, trashy bitchy whore."

Bjorn bit on Rekker's shoulder and the whimpered softly because it was so erotic just being fucked by this man. The Swede was going to be a teasing bitch though as he giggled at the ass slap whilst running into Rekker's bedroom jumping on the bed like an excited bitchy girl. Wiggling his ass once more at the ginger, Bjorn laughed.

"Come and get me, you grouchy bastard."

The Swede wanted to play a game as well as be fucked.

"I'd rather bruise your ass now." Rekker laughed at the trashiness of the singer. The whole behavior annoyed him to no end but he was so fucking attractive.

The Brit laid there for a moment, watching the singer run inside before he slowly got to his feet. Walking in he stood a few feet from the bed and crossed his arms.

"No." Rekker shifted while watching the Swede in his bed. refusing to jump him and ravage the singer again took an incredible amount of willpower. "When you want me you'll come climb in my lap."

Laughing the guitarist slapped Bjorn's ass as he walked past to sit up at the head of the bed, arranging the pillows to get comfortable and cocking a mischievous brow at the Swede. Maybe he was being a little bit of a dick but this was all about flirting and teasing the trashy bitch in his bed.

"No? Aw, don't be a tight ginger bastard."

Bjorn wiggled a finger at his lover playfully and loved how horny and excitable Rekker was in this state. He knew he would get his ass fucked once more but for now he was enjoying the game they were playing. The trashy Swede glanced next to him to watch Rekker fluffing up the pillows. Leaning across quickly, Bjorn managed a slap to the ginger's pale ass, giggling as he did so.

"Ginger ass!"

It was too good to resist because right now he was laying on his rich boy's bed and it felt a million dollars already.

Rekker stopped what he was doing to glare at the Swede for that slap on the ass. He smirked and sat in the bed, back up against the pillows and the headboard as he stretched his legs out on the bed.

"I bet you'd rather a ginger hand reddening your pale bitch ass." He's teasing but enjoying the company. Though he's horny still, the sex had leveled out some of his mental and emotional issues.

"If you're my whore all night, don't you have to get up here and do what I tell you?" Rekker did like to be in control and though he didn't often get this much control from a partner he can't resist trying to demand it from the trashy Swede. His green eyes though are locked on the pale singer laying out on the bed. Just watching Bjorn stretch out in the bed was enough to start hardening his cock again. He still hadn't figured out why he wanted the singer so badly but fucking hadn't quieted that want at all, if anything it made his want hotter and more demanding.

"You fucking bet I'd rather a hot, sexy ginger hand slap my peachy pale ass. You fucking love it too!"

Bjorn stuck his tongue out at Rekker and laughed. As for being the grumpy bastard's whore all night? The Swede loved the idea but would play hard to get as he often did with his lovers. It was just a little game he liked to play which helped the mood and was also fucking arousing too.

"What if I don't want to do what you tell me? You fucking grouchy asshole."

The trashy singer bit Rekker softly on the right bicep and couldn't help but snort out a giggle. He was high on sex and just wanted to be fucked all night just wanting the ginger to claim him as his own. Yet, at the same time he would act like a spoiled little bitch.

"You love it I'm a bitchy little glam princess."

"What a shame it's not getting reddened right now." Rekker could play this game too and he was naturally an asshole. The relentless teasing he could manage for a long time.

"If you don't want to listen..." Rekker grinned while biting back the moan the Swede almost got from that bite. "... you can sit and yearn for another fuck while I take care of myself you obstinate bitch."

Rekker laughed even more because the truth was he wanted to grab the singer by his hair, shove him down and fuck him until he lost his voice from screaming.

"You're definitely bitchy but here, it's not going to get you shit." The Brit was harassing Bjorn to get him pissed and bitchy.

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