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]

Rekker paused, considering if he liked having the Swede around. He wasn't about to admit to that answer. "Your bitchy fucking mouth is annoying."

Said with confidence but there is a bit of affection to it. Rekker was fond of bitchy a lot of the time, and now was one of them. His bandmates sometimes picked on him about his bad taste in women for how they behaved. He laughed quietly while imagining what they were going to think of his latest choice in bed companions.

Rekker gave Bjorn a pat on the side of the ass after that bite pulled a groan from the Brit. "Hope you're whore enough to carry around your own."

One downside of Rekker's usual attraction to women and his rare moments of bringing anyone in the house was that he didn't have any, hadn't even considered it in the flurry of heat between the two musicians.

[metallhuvud]

"You fucking love it so shut up, you grouchy ginger bastard."

Bjorn was giggling and then rolled out from underneath Rekker to get up and search his pants pockets back in the bedroom. Lube. Yep. The Swede always carried on it him everywhere out of habit because he never knew where he'd find his next lay.

It had always been this way due to his lifestyle choices and the fact that he only slept with men. Walking back into the hot tub area the Swede stood in front of Rekker, grabbing his cock and stroking it a few times in a lewd display, offering up lewd moans almost like a show. Passing the bottle to Rekker, which was strawberry scented, he then winked as he turned around.

"Here you go. Lube me up, babe."

The Swede turned around and bent over guessing this would be the easiest position for the Brit to slide those guitarist's fingers inside of him.

[rage_rekker]

Rekker watched the Swede walk away into the house. He was nicely feminine and the Brit couldn't deny he found it hot even if Bjorn was completely outside the norm for him. The time dragged on and it felt like the Swede was taking for ever. He probably wasn't, the time getting distorted by Rekker's impatient horniness.

He looked up at Bjorn when he came back, crossing his arms defiantly at the display but inside he cause his body to tighten up everywhere. The singer was going to get fucked to hell.

The lube was snatched away, then the Swede turned around. The first instinct was to follow the request but the playful side won out. Rekker leaned in, wrapped an arm around Bjorn's thighs, lifted and tossed him over his back into the water. The hot tub was deep enough he wouldn't get hut but he was going to probably come up bitching.

Rekker turned around laughing and waiting for the girly Swede to resurface.

[metallhuvud]

Bjorn wasn't expecting the arm wrapping around his thigh as he didn't even have time to turn around before he felt himself being lifted up and thrown backwards into the hot tub's waters. Oh shit!---

"Ahhh!---"

The Swede landed into the tub with a wet sploosh just swallowing some of the water and spitting it out as he came up for air. What the fuck! He was now looking like a drowned rat almost, scrabbling out of the tub and the grabbing the metalhead by the waist and wrestling him to the floor with a soft thud. Bjorn was laughing but was annoyed at the same time so just hit Rekker on the chest with his hand and then bit one of the man's nipples. Was this payback? Almost?

"You fucking cockhead! I said lube me up not throw me into the fucking tub!"

[rage_rekker]

Rekker kept on laughing the entire time the Swede wrestled him down. Playful could be fun and to be honest, seeing the singer get wound up over it was even better.

The bite brought a moan from the Brit. If this was payback then he wanted more of it. He grabbed the blonde's ass with his free hand and pulled him at him. The Brit' aroused and wanting despite the moment of playfulness.

"Look the whore is being bitchy!" Rekker laughed and kissed the singer roughly on the lips, nipping the bottom one because fuck if he didn't love that pouty lower lip.

[metallhuvud]

"Yes, I'm being bitchy because you are being a bastard!"

The Swede loved it though. He wanted to see more of the Brit's playful behaviour because that laugh and that smile----it meant everything to see it. Usually, the ginger was moody and surly but now? He was enjoying himself and it showed. The singer gasped when Rekker grabbed his ass and then nipped his lower lip. Did he have a lip fetish? Bjorn was beginning to suspect he did.

"Lube me up, Gingerlocks. I want you."

Bjorn rolled off the Brit and then turned around on all fours, wiggling his naked ass in the metalhead's face.

[rage_rekker]

"The fucking bastard you're desperate to fuck, you bitch."

He did like to listen to the Swede get all bitchy with him. It was funny for sure and oddly helped keep his mood up when they verbally nipped at each other. Rekker leans up on one elbow when Bjorn rolls away.

This time when Rekker grabbed the Swede around the waist it wasn't to toss him but to yank him in. One strong arm pinning the singer's back to his chest while Rekker worked one handed to open and pour the lube onto his other hand. He has amazing dexterity but the bottle does get tossed onto the near by chair. Those lube covered fingers are instantly between those soft, girly ass cheeks.

"You ready to scream like a bitch." Rekker growled into Bjorn's ear as his hair started falling across the Swede's shoulder as he leaned in, pressing closer and working his fingers into that tight ring. He wants to rush because he's wound up tight right now.

[metallhuvud]

"You're all talk, flower. Why don't you take me instead of blowing fucking hot air into my ear."

The Swede loved riling Rekker up in this way because it was hot and also he was fucking horny. They both were. Bjorn squeaked a little when he felt himself being yanked closer by those strong arms. Yes, that felt so fucking good to be manhandled. Did the singer like being manhandled? It would seem so.

"Only if you're going to growl like a fucking animal."

That hair caused it to tickle against the blond who let out a small girlish giggle as he was being lubed up. Then, Bjorn was moaning loudly, almost obnoxiously because he could. Did he want the neighbours hearing their rough fucking? Of course he did.

"Yes--oooh, that feels so good, fuck!"

He bucked back into those long fingers, gasping and panting loudly.

[rage_rekker]

That squeak of surprise felt good. The Brit was getting out of his mind and for once it wasn't his anger or paranoia.

"I'll growl if you're as much of a whore as you bitch about being." Truth was the Swede wouldn't have to do much of anything. Rekker's horny enough that there's going to be growling. The little sounds from the singer, gasping in his arms, had him stop and stroke himself to lube up his cock. He felt it, like tearing into the singer.

"You're such a slut." And Rekker loved it, grabbing a hold of Bjorn's hips, he yanked him back until his cock was pressed up tight to the ring he was desperate to shove open, one push from either of them and he'd be inside. The desire to tease the flirty bitch of a singer stops him from just shoving in. He wants to watch Bjorn moan and wind up farther.

[metallhuvud]

"Ngh---fuck me you bastard!"

Bjorn arched up and then bucked back into the touch. Fuck, he wanted that cock in him right now, filling him, stretching him. He wanted it all. Yet, the ginger bastard was being a dirty tease and holding back. Maybe he did want the singer to beg for cock. Fucking asshole!

"And? You love it that I'm a slut for you, hot cakes. No one else. I want your huge stiff cock slid inside of me, stretching me and making me scream for you."

The Swede was panting, his own cock swinging between his legs, hot and aching for touch. His head snapped around and he licked his lips, moaning and making a pouty face with his lips.

[rage_rekker]

Rekker was being a dirty tease and giggled at all the bitching from Bjorn. He had found this bastard annoying but all the feminine bullshit from him got under Rekker's skin and now all he could think about is fucking the damned Swede all night.

"You're not my slut yet." He whispered as his hand slid around low on Bjorn's abdomen, palm flat and holding him. Those fucking pouty lips, Rekker bit them and shoved all the way in, pushing the Swede open roughly. That got a gasped growl from the Brit. Fuck, for all his whorish talk he was tight. His breath instantly getting shallow.

"Now, you're my bitchy little slut." He couldn't keep his hips still and started moving, thrusting but not too roughly yet. He wanted to see how hard the singer wanted it.

[metallhuvud]

"You're my big cock bastard then!"

Bjorn sucked in a breath as he felt the ginger penetrate his tight hole from behind. Fuck! He was used to men fucking him but this man---he was so fucking large it stang a little but in a good way. The Swede didn't mind a bit of pain and it seemed Rekker loved pain during sex. The growling was hot too and Bjorn was finding it to be a turn on as he bucked backwards, whimpering softly. He thrashed his blond hair a little as he giggled and wiggled his hips feeling that cock fill him up.

"Fuck me rough, babe. I can take it."

The neighbours would soon hear the growls and screams from both men on the edge of the hot tub.

[rage_rekker]

Rekker didn't need the encouragement to be rough with someone, especially a teasing little bitch like this Swede. The bucking brought a loud, gasped growl from the Brit. Bjorn was so tight and soft against his skin that he felt like he was out of his mind.

"You better scream if I do." His voice had dropped to the rasping growl of a voice he used sometimes on stage, here though it was instinct and not intention. He slipped his hand down palming the singer's crotch and cupping his balls. Grasping tighter he yanked the Swede back into every thrust, gaining speed and indulging in the feel of Bjorn's soft ass pushing between his thighs. He buried his face into the side if his neck, almost nuzzling there before he bit just below the ear.

[metallhuvud]

"You want me to scream don't you, honey? Will it turn you on? Ah!---"

The blond singer gasped when he felt that rough hand down below touching his soft ball sac. It caused another lewd moan to rip from Bjorn's lips as he panted lustfully and began crying out with each strong thrust from the ginger. Yes, this was what he had wanted. What he had daydreamed about and had dreamt about.

"Fuck me harder! Oh, Rekker!"

He pulled out all the stops sounding like the trashy whore he often made himself out to be. High pitched moans were now filling Rekker's back garden as well as pants and soft whimpers. The biting only drove the Swede on further to arch up and begin to wail slightly.

[rage_rekker]

Rekekr relented and started pounding the Swede. The begging and crying wails drove him crazy with lust.

"You'll scream for me you tight little bitch." Rekker growled the words through clenched teeth. The feeling of wanting to tear the Swede apart rose, though it wasn't an realistic desire just a manifestation of how hard he wanted to fuck. His breath was hitching, gasps between growls every time he heard a submissive sounding whimper. He grabbed a fist full of Bjorn's hair and roughly yanked his head back to bite his throat and side of his neck. The aggression felt good, cathartic in the mounting pleasure and heat between them.

[metallhuvud]

"Oh---I'm your tight little bitch---oh, Rekker!"

The yank to the hair had the blond gasping and closing his eyes shut; his mouth open wide in pleasure, allowing the pleasured screams to rise in pitch and volume. Everyone in the Hills area would hear now. The Swede bucked back, panting and feeling his balls clench. He was close. The biting and hair pulling felt so good and he wanted more. Just to feel Rekker use him like this was so erotic.

"Fuck me, Rekker---ngh--ahhh!"

He was putty in the metalhead's hands. A screaming, panting mess who was on the edge of coming hard.

[rage_rekker]

"You're mine!"

Those screams of pleasure from the Swede shallowed Rekker's breath to the point he felt lightheaded, panting as he felt Bjorn buck back into his thrusts. He felt possessive and his hand grabbed on tighter where he had a hold of the blonde's crotch and hips. All he wanted right now was to own the feminine bastard in his arms.

"Fuck, Bjorn." The speed slowed, replaced by slamming thrusts as Rekker wants to get as far in as their bodies would allow. "You feel good, you tight assed bitch."

Those words came out loud, growled, possessive. Rekker burying his sweat covered forehead in the crook of Bjorn's neck as the orgasm hitches his rhythm, pausing as he starts to come and then pumping as he finishes.

"Come you little whore." Rekker growled into his ear because the Swede still hadn't gotten off. Rekker's experience was with women, though he messed around with men it rarely got this far. If Bjorn was a woman he'd keep thrusting and finger her to get her off. There's only a second before his mind jumps to what must be the male equivalent. Wrapping his hand around Bjorn's cock, stroking him fast like the pace of his thrusting hips.

[metallhuvud]

"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!"

[rage_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.

[metallhuvud]

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.

[rage_rekker]

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.

[metallhuvud]

"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.

[rage_rekker]

"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."

[metallhuvud]

"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."

[rage_rekker]

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.