New Beginnings and rekindling an old flame.

[swedish_rocker]

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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[suomi_thunder]

There was no way to hide anything from the Fin. He always knew and was waiting, though he had warned Tom that there might be some sparks but it would be ok. And he was waiting, sitting in the hotel on the mezzanine and watching the lobby with intent even if he's also on the watch out for Joe so he doesn't get startled.

He sees Viktor first coming through the revolving door and then the Fin is running down the escalator, brushing past people and taking two steps at a time with his long legs. He doesn't stop, nothing is going to deter him. Vars barely has a chance to notice him before the drummer has Hans in a full on hug that nearly lifts him off his feet.

"HANS!!" He screaming because, unlike Vars, he hasn't visited Hans in a long time nor spoken to him much.

Somewhere upstairs.

[rage_rekker]

Rekker was blissfully unaware of anything happening below. He's on his phone working on scheduling students and preparing to go home for awhile to take care of things since he had spent the night at the hotel with some of the other musicians. The night of music had done wonders for his mood, at least for the time being. The Brit might never admit it but his brother had been right in suggesting that company of other musicians would do him good.

The elevator dings and he steps in without looking, running headlong into someone who was stepping out into the hall. Rekker's phone flew from his hands, clattering across the floor and into the elevator before he could even look up. What now?

[metallhuvud]

"Pequeña perra? What the fuck does that mean?"

Bjorn just frowned a little and then wanted to go and look for the booze Rekker mentioned. It was under something called a "rose hair" whatever that was. Oh fuck. The Swede stopped just shy of the cabinet which looked like it had something living in it. The house was partly a fucking zoo! The guy liked his weird and tropical animals didn't he? Sighing, Bjorn just fumbled inside and grabbed the near empty booze bottle.

"It's near fucking empty! But---thanks anyway."

The Swede knew why Rekker couldn't have booze and drugs. After what they both talked about in the elevator the singer had a better understanding and it was sad. The poor guy lived on his own except for his animals. Maybe he liked it that way? Bjorn just unscrewed the cap and downed the rest in two mouthfuls, watching Crusher eat her rather disgusting dinner. Horrible to a human but tasty to a lizard like herself.

"I was nearly right then. 42. Old man!"

The Swede giggled, putting the bottle in the trash and minding Crusher as he tugged on a few of the Brit's long ginger strands.

[metallhuvud]

"Not any fucking whore, babe. Yours."

Bjorn wanted to make this a thing now that he and Rekker were getting closer to one another through touch and contact. This felt much better than the early bitch fights they were getting into sending nasty insults to one another with spite. But the playful words coming out of the ginger's mouth---they made Bjorn smile. Another gasp was pulled from the singer when he felt Rekker's rougher palms slide up his smooth, wet legs. That felt good.

"Ooh, Rekker. You're a fucking big bastard, aren't you?"

Glancing down at the man's erection, he wrapped a hand around the cock and pumped it a few times, biting down on the Brit's shoulder. Did he like being bitten because the Swede bit. He bit a lot. Would the singer scream like a whore all night? Fuck yes. This was the norm for Bjorn anyway when he was with a man but Rekker...he might top them all.

"Are you going to fuck me senseless with this huge ginger cock?"