TFLN and Continuations. Fuck yeah!

[metallhuvud]

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for ziggyplaysguitar

[metallhuvud]

[From here.]

Is that so, honey? I'd like to drink you under the table.

Ronno is a fucking hunk of a man. Does he fuck you rough? I see that muscled chest of his. Not as sexy as my ginger bastard but I do love a strong man.

[ziggyplayedguitar]

You can try any time you want.

We have similar taste in men but we're different in some ways too. I don't know that the fucking I usually get and the one you do are the same.

[metallhuvud]

How about now, honey?

We both like hot hunks that are British. Rekker is taller than Ronno but your man has soft, blond hair looks like. My ginger bastard has sexy hair that I can pull on. Does Mick fuck you or do you fuck him?

for rage_rekker

[metallhuvud]

[Continuing on from the karaoke party here.

Bjorn was fucking trashed but he wanted to see if he could fuck Rekker inside of his car because that sounded hot. The singer slid a hand into the back of the metalhead's jeans as they walked out of the party and towards where the ginger had his Firebird parked. That beautiful car. Perfect for a sugar daddy to have.

"I'm not sure what I can do naked but---I want you, babe."

Speech slurring and his legs not wanting to work, Bjorn was practically using Rekker as a walking aid. Of course Hans had seen both men leave the party and had guessed they were about to get busy with one another. At least his drunken brother was in good hands.

[rage_rekker]

That ass grab got a growled moan from the Brit. He's trashed but he's too hot for the singer right now to not at least try. There was definitely stumbling as they walked out because Rekker was trying to hold both of them up and he wasn't exactly sober. The nice thing about his older car was that the back seat was roomy, something necessary since both men were tall.

"I want to fuck you." His voice is thick with the British accent and slurred which probably makes him hard to understand but he doesn't care. Maybe they wouldn't be able to do much but just getting the Swede naked and against his skin would feel good.

Opening the car door he gave Bjorn a little push toward the inside and prepared to help him out of his boots and whatever else. Fuck the tight leather was going to be a bitch this drunk.

[metallhuvud]

"Mm---fuck me, big boy."

Bjorn giggled loudly and then pulled on Rekker's ginger hair, almost using it as a rope to hold onto because he felt his right boot heel stumble a little as he nearly lost his balance. Oops! The singer then felt the nudge into the car as he went sprawling onto the seats, laughing and finding himself on his knees. He wiggled his ass into the air teasing his ginger lover.

"Come and get me, ginger bastard."

The singer tried to grab the seat to get up but failed and slipped onto his ass, giggling. It was a good thing Hans wasn't here to see all of this. That and the rest of his band.

for miss_mayhem

[metallhuvud]

[From here.]

"Did he now? Well, Ulrik here---he's such a cute boy and not a bitchy tart, are you, babe?"

Bjorn reached around from the passenger seat to smack the guitarist's knee playfully. Ulrik giggled and then poked the singer in the back of the arm back. The band were often playful to each other which helped keep the bond strong. Lars was still messing around trying to get his hair right, leaning so he could get a look at himself in the rear view mirror.

"At least you know what my naked ass looks like now, honey. Most do. But it belongs to only one grumpy ginger bastard."

The singer stuck his tongue out playfully towards Missy and sat back in his seat.

[miss_mayhem]

She could only laugh at their behavior because it reminded her of many things; her own kids and long ago the four of them riding around to gigs while crammed in Devon's old car. She dug in her purse though and offered Lars a rather large compact so he didn't keep getting in the way while she was driving.

"He needs someone to stay." Missy sighed heavily as she drove. "The last person he let get this close... fuck she turned out to be the worst kind of bitch. We almost lost him, more than once, because of her fucking shit." The older guitarist has nothing but venom in her voice. She could kill Rekker's ex, the long term one that existed between them breaking up and now. They saw her around sometimes and a fight often broke out. even Devon had slugged her once which was so out of character for the calmer drummer. "She still tries to be friendly with Dee and I, like she did nothing wrong."

[metallhuvud]

Lars took the compact with a thankful nod and began finishing off his eyeliner and eyeshadow next to Ulrik, who had pulled out a guitar magazine from his back pocket and was reading it. Bjorn just listened intently getting more angry about Rekker's ex the more Missy explained it all.

"Fuck. What a bitch! I'd fucking slap the hell out of her if she was here with us right now. He doesn't deserve shit like that done to him not after everything he already has to go through."

The singer frowning and wanting to scratch her fucking eyes out already. Poor Rekker having to deal with a hora like that on top of his mental health issues. The guy needed to cut a break and having a woman like that---ungh. Bjorn tried to calm himself and knew Missy and the band were good for Rekker.

for rage_rekker

[metallhuvud]

[From here.]

"I did NOT take forever, you grumpy bastard! I'm here now, aren't I? So get your salty wet ass over here."

The sight of the ginger Brit all wet and only wearing surf shorts sent sparks of arousal through the Swede's body because fuck! He looked smoking hot like this with his shorts sticking to his muscled thighs too. The singer giggled and pushed his hair-sprayed hair away from his face because the wind was whipping it up slightly. Glam stars weren't really cut out for being beach bums.

"How are the waves?"

[rage_rekker]

"I can be as salty as I want because you're a fucking bitch."

Rekker tossed the surfboard down on the beach. Bjorn though, there was something about the wind tugging at his hair and shirt that was absolutely arousing. Grinning he grabbed Bjorn around the waist and picked him up.

"Let's go find out." He was carrying him toward the water though he wouldn't throw him in dressed, or at least not insist expensive boots. This was all about harassment.

[metallhuvud]

"Fuck you, babe. You're a miserable demanding asshole. But I love you for it."

The Swede blew a kiss towards the wet Brit and then squeaked when he felt himself get lifted up by those strong arms. The singer kicking a little in protest and then banging Rekker's back with his fists. This was akin to Hans lifting up his smaller brother and tossing him into the water because he could.

"What the fuck?----hey! I'm still dressed you cock head!"

Bjorn was giggling but also protesting about being thrown in because he was still fucking dressed! The ginger was about to wreck his clothes.

for Rekker

[metallhuvud]

[Continued on from here.]

"You know I'm no one else's."

Bjorn pinched Rekker's ass and giggled. What could they do now? The Swede was tired from all the running and walking him and Mick had done the last hour or so. Fucking reporters! Some relaxation was in order and no doubt the hotel had some on offer. Perhaps a manicure in the spa?

"How about we go for a manicure and massage, babe? You know you want to!"

Re: for Rekker

[rage_rekker]

"Fuck, you bitch." The unexpected pitch caused Rekker to jump but he instantly slapped Bjorn's ass for it.

The sigh and eye roll couldn't be stopped. "A manicure?" Of course. Rekker relented though. "There's one in the hotel."

At least he could get away from being dragged out to a spa if he mentioned the one here. The fact he didn't tell off Bjorn for the suggestion showed how much he loved the singer.

[metallhuvud]

"I thought there would be. Lars is always down there getting his nails done because he's a prissy bitch. You're such a cute, fiance."

The Swede kissed Rekker on the lips and then realised he used the word fiance for the first time since the ginger proposed to him. The ring was so beautiful and he loved watching it glisten in the light when he moved his finger around. Bjorn knew Rekker hated spas and girly shit and knew he was doing this for him.

"You can get a nice massage for those muscles of yours. Of course I can give you a really personal one once we get back to our room later."

A sly wink and Bjorn was now squealing with joy as he slapped Rekker's ass and ran towards the entrance to the spa.

crazy car ride with Sigurd, Rekker, Mikkel and Fredrik

[metallhuvud]

[From here.]

Sigurd had resigned himself to lay across the drunk blonds just sighing and managing not to fall off onto the space between the front seats and the back. Fredrik was giggling hard and kissing Mikkel's cheek while Sigurd tried to get comfy. Bjorn might feel a few feet kicking the back of his chair though.

"No idea, babe. How about you surprise me? Hey---watch with the kicking back there, bitches!"

Fredrik gave a finger to Bjorn and then buried his giggling face into Mikkel's neck.

[rage_rekker]

Mikkel started screaming and kicking as Fredrik buried his face and fluffy hair into his neck. He grabbed on to Fredrik's hair, yanking on it to try and get his face and breath off his neck. Of course, that meant he was naked and squirming all over Sigurd. The Dane couldn't help it but this was all very arousing.

Rekker glanced in the back and laughed. "One of the secluded beaches."

Naked drunk boys were not for the public beaches. Rekker felt his seat getting kicked and glanced back at Sigurd. "Aren't you their daddy? Why don't you fuck this drunken energy out of them?"

It worked with Bjorn, surely it would work with the other two. Mikkel was still laughing and now trying to put Sigurd between himself and Fredrik, though he is also still trying to tickle Fredrik, if he even is ticklish.

for Brainbox head

[metallhuvud]

[From here.]

Wow, fucking RUDE, honey! Don't let Rekker hear you say that otherwise he'll get pissy and go all angry ginger demon on your brainy ass. You don't want that.

So---what makes you think I'm a walking trashfire? Tell me.

Nice description there.

[itmeanscourage]

Is it not synonymous with the phrase ‘hot mess?’

…which… is a compliment in your circle… right?

[spoiler alert, Isamu. No. It’s generally not.]

[metallhuvud]

[continued from here.]

"I love you too, babe."

Bjorn walked with Rekker out into the car lot and could feel worry still poking at him because of what had happened with Erik and the thugs. Had Rekker killed someone? The singer didn't want to ask that and probably didn't want to know so stayed silent until he got into the Firebird. Erik would be alright since he had Robert and there.

"When we get home I---I want to know what really happened, honey. With you and everything."

His mind was reeling as he kissed the ginger's cheek softly.

[rage_rekker]

Rekker got into the car and started driving before answering the question. He was nervous and angry but also worried and having a paranoid episode about others.

"It's better if you don't know." Rekker finally broke the silence as he drove one handed while rubbing at some of the blood on his forearm. "The police will probably come for me like last time."

Rekker wasn't even driving as fast as he usually did. He's thinking of a million things including who might keep Bjorn safe if he ends up in jail or committed again. He'd snapped. He hadn't been able to stop it.

for Aarne

[metallhuvud]

Bjorn giggled and took the drink while being pulled into Aarne's hotel room. They were to have a make-up fight so each had to get ready to show off. What would even happen? The Swede didn't really know because he was too trashed and high to think properly right now.

"How big is your bag, honey?"

The singer waving his make-up bag with his free hand.

[suomi_thunder]

Aarne motioned to the top of the dresser which was two and three deep with makeup since he and Joe just piled everything they both owned together.

"Are you ready to lose?" Aarne asked with a huge grin before going to get the half full bottle of whiskey from next to the bed. This was a real competition but a friendly one.

for Rekker's hairy drummer

[metallhuvud]

[continued from here.]

"I won't let her hurt him forever! No---he doesn't need this bitch in his life anymore. Why doesn't she just fuck off and leave him alone?"

Bjorn wasn't having any of it. What if they did run into each other when no one was around? It didn't bear thinking about. The violence and Rekker just going off on one without Bjorn there to calm him.

"We'll protect him."

[la_tornado]

"I wish you could stop it but his past with her haunts him. It still does, maybe more now?"

Devon had noticed some behavior in Rekker that others might not, a side effect of knowing him for over 20 years. "You know what she did to him?"

Devon wondered if Bjorn knew but imagined someone would have mentioned it by now.

"We try to. He has a mind of his own a lot of the time." Rekker wasn't the most tractable man. "He's happier with you than he has been in a long time."

Devon might get annoyed over Bjorn's attitude or hurricane like chaos but he knew his guitarist was in head over heels. It had Devon smiling at his thoughts. Rekker was full throttle on everything especially when he fell in love. The drummer appreciated that Bjorn seemed to be taking the relationship seriously, that was a good thing in his mind.