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]

"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."

[metallhuvud]

"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.

[rage_rekker]

"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."

[metallhuvud]

"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.

[rage_rekker]

"You're a whore. I've got no reason to tease you." Rekker yanked Bjorn's hair hard.

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."