"It worked on you." Rekker winked at him, putting on the arrogant bravado to go with it.

As needy and out of control Bjorn was, somehow the Swede had charmed him too. Rekker took that kiss and deepened it after that bite, shoving his tongue into the singer's mouth and not caring who saw. He bit Bjorn's lower lip and pulled away, tugging his lip before letting go.

"You ready to let them take care of your fried hair?" Rekker ruffled up Bjorn's hair, ruining it, because he could.