"I don't care if you do." Rekker shrugged. It certainly wouldn't be the first time someone got laid in the back of his car and the two younger men looked wound up in a way that was destined for that.

Mikkel paused and pulled Sigurd's shirt up to kiss his side better, and well, would get the shirt all the way off if he could before going back to harass Fredrik some more.

Rekker as up front laughing as they drove up the coast, away from the city and the busy beaches. Though he does reach over and slide his hand up the inside of Bjorn's thigh.