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swedish_rockerHans 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.
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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3/10/21 20:43 (UTC)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.
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3/10/21 20:48 (UTC)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.
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3/10/21 20:59 (UTC)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.
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3/10/21 21:05 (UTC)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.
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3/10/21 21:16 (UTC)"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.
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4/10/21 14:00 (UTC)"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.
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4/10/21 14:46 (UTC)"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.
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4/10/21 15:31 (UTC)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.
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4/10/21 16:41 (UTC)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.
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4/10/21 16:51 (UTC)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.
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4/10/21 17:09 (UTC)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.
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4/10/21 18:33 (UTC)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.
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4/10/21 18:50 (UTC)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."
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4/10/21 18:59 (UTC)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.
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4/10/21 19:08 (UTC)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."
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4/10/21 19:23 (UTC)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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4/10/21 19:49 (UTC)The smooth, softness of the Swede's skin was enough to get Rekker ready to go. He had men before but the roughness wasn't exactly his thing. A man that felt like a woman though was a turn on and the Brit's hand slid from Bjorn's back to those smooth legs.
Rekker starts laughing. "If I wanted a fucking guitar in my lap, it would be there." But then that bite and those nails. Fuck those nails. The moan that came with that raking sensation was loud and lusty. They were enough that it pulled him to full erection. He hadn't been lying to the Swede before when he said he had nothing to make up for with his ego. Grabbing on to that smooth, creamy thigh Rekker shoved his hips against the singer's.
It takes a moment to get his breath under control and then he moans again at the feeling of Bjorn's body wiggling about in his lap. His whole expression turns mischievous as he kisses those soft lips, just barely. "I'll make those bastards next door listen to you scream like a whore all night."