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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[rage_rekker]

"How can you not know what a sugar daddy is?" Rekker just rolled his eyes at the Swede. He doesn't believe he is that clueless. The dirty mouth comment had Rekker's mind on things other than how annoying the Swede was. Maybe he'd forget that he was supposed to wash the singer's hair.

"My house is considered ridiculously small." That wasn't a lie either. The other houses in the Hills were easily 3 times larger than his with pools and shit. He pulled the Firebird up under the front deck. There was a garage but he didn't intend on staying long.

"I've been playing... probably as long as you've been alive." Rekker comments while sliding the t-tops back in place. He'd noticed the age difference and by behavior put the singer in his early 20s.

Walking up on the deck he went inside the sliding door into the living room and down the hall. One side was a huge greenhouse Rekker was unlocking. The other wall was covered in framed things, magazine covers, platinum albums from Hexed, photos, a couple music awards from magazines and other media, letters from other musicians who played his custom guitars on stage with photographs of them rocking out on them, and a green V guitar hung at the top covered in writing about Rekker being a fucking bastard and talking about kicking his ass. His band had done that to his favorite guitar when he was recovering from slitting his wrists. The things seemed to go back until Rekker was a teen from the dates. This was the wall that helped keep Rekker sane sometimes, reminded him not to die, but it also gave some insight into why he could have this house.

Rekker opened the glass door and knelt down. "Come on girl." And then there was a huge lizard climbing into his arms like a dog.. or a child.

[metallhuvud]

"I know what some of it means just not all. My English isn't as good as my brother's."

Bjorn may be telling a few lies but he thought it was amusing either way. A sugar daddy? That's what Hunter's brother had, didn't he? Robert the driver. That was cute. Now, it seemed the Swede singer had his own version of one in the form of grumpy ginger guitarist Rekker Sterling. Glancing around at the house Bjorn didn't think it was small at all.

"I'm 25. Old enough to understand that this place is fucking massive compared to the houses back home. I've never been to anywhere as near as big as this before. You guys know how to live."

The young blond just stared wide-eyed and impressed, giggling like a boy and noticing all the framed things and albums. The photos were interesting too and the guitars. Wow. So much stuff. Bjorn was slightly envious because he wanted Blixt to be as famous as Hexed one day.

"So much stuff, babe! I'm impressed. Hexed sound like really nice guys. Maybe in another twenty years time Blixt will be up here with your band and I'll be stinking rich too."

Bjorn laughed but then shrieked a little when Rekker opened the glass door. A fucking massive lizard! The Swede stood back and gasped, not knowing what to say as he gaped, looking at the huge reptile.

"Oh god! A fucking huge lizard! What a beast. She's, well she's---cute in a way I guess. I have a parrot back home called Fjädrar. He's a Scarlett Macaw."

[rage_rekker]

"I don't think I believe you." Rekker laughs but it is good natured. Being home improves his mood often enough. He's not the most social person. "I've been playing 30 years."

And there it was, a hint at how old the guitarist was and his experience. He watched Bjorn at his wall and all the memories up there. "I hope they are."

That was an honest and genuine wish for the singer. Rekker taught so many musicians and singer's, some made it but most didn't.

Rekker was rubbing and scratching the side of Crusher's neck just like someone would a dog. He only smirks at the Swede as he pushes the monitor down onto the floor but she's noticed the newcomer, head up and her long forked tongue flicking in Bjorn's direction.

"Crusher is like a puppy." He pets her and then walks toward the kitchen, past the open door to the studio. Crusher waits for a minute then looks after Rekker and starts sprinting into the kitchen because she knows he's getting her food out.

[metallhuvud]

"Du är en grinig sexig."

Bjorn teased using his native tongue towards the Brit just because he could. He was a tarty bitch and sometimes acted like a spoilt brat when he wanted to. The Swede put Rekker somewhere in his early to mid-forties. Just judging by how long he'd been playing guitar and how old Robert was.

"Crusher? Nice name. My parrot's name means Feathers in English because he likes giving me a feather in the morning on my pillow whenever I wake up. Sort of pulls it out when grooming. He's so fucking cute."

Just watching the huge lizard run into the kitchen for his food caused the Swede to giggle. He wasn't scared per say more just shocked at seeing such a large reptile inside the house. It was no good Bjorn having a reptile back home since the climate was much too cold for such a beast to free roam around a house.

"She's hungry. I'm putting you around 42 ish? Maybe a little more. Talking of hungry where's the booze in this rich boy's palace? I'm fucking thirsty."

[rage_rekker]

"English? Pequeña perra." Rekker knew other languages too, just not Swedish.

"I'm not surprised you have a prissy, bright colored bird." It fit right in with the Swede's personality. Rekker had house plants too, some huge like the palms in his living room. Despite his dark personality, the house is full of natural light and life. Even Crusher's greenhouse is full of live plants. In the kitchen, built into the wall there are a few smaller enclosures; large tarantulas and a few scorpions. Rekker liked living things being around it helped him stay stable.

He's busied himself filling a large dog bowl with dead rats, whole prawns, pieces of chicken and a few other things while they talk, Crusher pacing around at his feet and trying to lick up on the counter top.

"If I have any it's in the cabinet under the rose hair." He meant the tarantula. Bjorn would find a vodka bottle with, maybe, three shots left in it. Rekker didn't keep it around because it was too easy to die. "I just turned 42 this month."

He finally comments. There's no sense in hiding his age because that was easy enough to find out.