Bjorn came bounding over to open the door and smiled broadly at Ziggy. He was so tall! Even taller than Hans and Aarne. The room was a bit of a mess because the Swede had been drinking for hours now with some empty bottles littered around the room along with lines of powder where he'd been doing coke. He had only started the coke after Rekker had gone to bed because he knew the man shouldn't have it.
"This will be fun."
The Swede closed the door behind them and offered Ziggy a soft chair to sit in if he wanted while the singer pulled out several bottles of different booze.
"I've got vodka, gin, tequila, scotch, rum, wine and Aquavit."
In true tradition, Ziggy gave Bjorn a kiss on the cheek when he came in. Ziggy himself had been into drinking with Mick and then some coke but he had been getting bored now that a lot of them were asleep.
He's grateful for the seat and sits shrugging at the bottles. "I'll drink any of it."
Bjorn giggled at the kiss and assumed that Ziggy did this to all band members as a form of friendly greeting. Ronno was certainly a very lucky man to have such a hot girl as Ziggy. Those legs! Undoing the lid on the vodka first, Bjorn grabbed two large wine glasses filling them both to the top, passing his drinking mate his first.
"Here you go, babe. I thought we could start on the vodka first."
Ziggy smiled at the giggling. It was cute and he could understand the attractiveness of the singer even if he was a bit loud for Ziggy to have as a partner. " Ziggy takes the glass and a big drink. If Bjorn was going to be trash so was Ziggy. "Did you wear him out?"
Bjorn was too loud for most and even Ulrik couldn't cope with the singer after dating him for a few months after the band formed. It was just the Swede's boundless energy and reckless behaviour put a lot of people off. That and his drug habit and booze dependency.
"Something like that. Do you kiss and tell, honey?"
Giggling, he gulped down some vodka and watched Ziggy closely. That hair---was it really red or did he dye it?
"Maybe. What about you and Ronno? I bet you suck his cock before bed time."
Bjorn couldn't help but talk dirty because this was how his filthy mind worked. When drunk and high all he talked about was sex. That and men. Hot, sexy men. Downing most of his wine glass in one the Swede giggled and went to get the bottle filling his glass up to the top and leaving it on the table once Ziggy needed a top up.
"I love cock. Filling me, down my throat and up my ass."
Ziggy wasn't ashamed of his very active sex life, now or at any time in the past. He downed what was left in his glass and then filled his back up so the Swede didn't think he was lagging behind.
"Is the rest of him as fit and big as those arms?" Ziggy motioned toward the sleeping man in the bed. He could appreciate the arms on the guitarist. It was one thing he loved about Mick too.
"Oh, so he's more of a morning wood type of boy? Fucking hot. I bet you can't wait to get those lips around his cock. As for Rekker? He's a hot ginger bastard and he's muscled all over."
Bjorn glancing to where the sleeping Brit was underneath the covers. He looked so sexy just laying there asleep. The man needed his rest and rightly so because staying with the band members could be exhausting for some.
"Rekker has nice arms. Ronno has good arms too. What are your favourite positions in bed?"
"He's more of a wake up for sex type. Otherwise he can be hard to get out of bed sometimes."
Ziggy giggles while taking another big drink. "I'm a hot ginger bastard too but I think his biceps are almost my waist."
Obviously he hadn't measured for sure but he'd seen the brit flex and they looked huge.
"I wasn't talking about his arms." Ziggy smirked while trying to think on favorite position. "I'd rather be in his lap. What about you? He looks like the pin you down and fuck you senseless type."
"Sounds hot, honey. A lot of men can be difficult to get out of bed if they don't get their morning fuck. Ulrik, my guitarist, we dated and the boy used to sleep so much so I got him to fuck me every morning. He woke up a bit easier then."
The Swede was pure trash and everyone in Blixt knew this. Drinking more vodka, Bjorn looked to Rekker and nodded. The man's arms were so big! The singer loved them so much he just wanted to bite them all the time.
"He does have big strong arms. It helps him play guitar when doing his thrash metal thing. Fast and hard."
That got Bjorn winking at Ziggy because all he could think about was Rekker and pleasuring the Brit anyway he could. As for position? Being fucked senseless covered it pretty much.
"I love being pinned, bitten and fucked rough by him."
"Feminine are just as bad sometimes." He could imagine Bjorn being an utter bitch if he didn't want to get out of bed. "Is that how the Brit is?"
He asks while drinking more but he almost spits it out for what Bjorn said, not from surprise but giggling. "I bet you know all about how fast and hard."
Ziggy is a little tipsy but nowhere near drunk and wasn't going to get put under the table either.
"I noticed the scratches on him when he was down swimming in the pool. I can imagine how they all got there."
"Oh, I know about those too since I've slept with so many boys. Feminine and masculine alike. The bitchy ones can be the worst too. Rekker is all man and I love his grouchiness."
Bjorn found it hot and loved how the man called him names like "whore" and "bitch." They were more personal to him and he enjoyed calling the Brit "ginger bastard" too. Was the Swede in love? Oh yes.
"You bet I do, honey. Yeah, those are from my nails, look. I painted them bright pink earlier on in the day. Nail painting is something I enjoy. Hans won't let me paint his nails though. Brothers."
"Men, women, both, neither.. I've been around a bit of everything in my time and I've seen bitchy mornings from all types." Ziggy giggles. "I don't know, he seems like a lot of bluster and not a lot of bite.... except those teeth marks peeking out of your hair."
Ziggy could see them on his neck, barely covered by his hair. Vars and Viktor taught him how to identify bites from always biting each other.
"Mick likes a bit of scratching but not that hard." Ziggy didn't think Mick would want to be clawed up quite that much. Leaning in his shows Bjorn his own gold sparkly nails and smiles. "I do mine too. We should paint them anyway."
"Both and neither? I haven't dated any of those but I wouldn't mind meeting such people. It could be a fucking riot. A bit like opening up a present---cock or cunt? Who knows!"
The Swede was getting more drunk as he cracked open the bottle of wine, filling both their large glasses up to the full once Ziggy's was empty. A nice deep burgundy colour which was floral and powerful in flavour. Hunter had suggested it to Bjorn because the man knew his wine.
"Mick likes scratching too? Naughty boy. He looks the more sensitive, boyish type though from what I can see. He's fucking hot though. Where did you find him? Ooh your nails, babe! I love the sparkle."
Bjorn leaned closer to marvel at Ziggy's nails, loving what the glam singer had done. Such fine work too! Painting nails while drunk? Fuck yeah.
Ziggy shrugged. "You're both? Male body and look like a woman." Not as much as Ziggy did but it was close enough. Ziggy laughed. "Sometimes it isn't or."
He winked playfully and blossomed into a coy smile. He kept up with the Swede, drinking as he did.
"He's sweet and kinky. It's perfect." Drinking deeply from his glass he could only giggle. "He walked into my auditions for the band like a fucking train. He had these fucking jeans that were so fucking tight. I could have ripped them off that first day."
He smiles at the excitement. "Want me to redo yours?"
"I'm a boy but I like looking feminine like a girl with clothes and make-up. Being boyish doesn't suit me and I find that look so fucking boring. Others like my guitarist are boyish and cute but I'd rather look feminine. You are so fucking feminine, babe. Your long legs---I bet Mick loves having them wrapped around his waist when he's fucking you."
The Swede being trashy as always took a few big gulps of wine and ran his hand through his bleached blond hair. This Mick seemed a hot boy and Ziggy was in love with him. It was cute.
"Tight jeans? Fuck. I love those on a boy! Rekker has tight jeans too and they are so fucking hot."
This caused the singer to erupt into a fit of giggles for a few moments as he began to get more smashed. Didn't Ziggy do coke too? Maybe they could share a few lines as they did their nails together. Girly things!
"Oh, I'd love to! It's been so long since someone else has offered to paint my nails. Lars can do it too but he can be tarty and sometimes irritates me when he starts tarting off about his ex-boyfriend."
"He can't keep his hands off them." It was probably a bit unfair that Ziggy was naturally rather hairless. He knew the other femmes were always fighting with it and shaving. "You're a bit like me, I think. Want to be feminine and get hot for masculine men. Robert's brother has some serious fucking arms. Does he carry you around? Mick does that sometimes."
This was turning into something like a drunken girl's slumber party. Ziggy loved it since there weren't many as feminine as he was, almost totally female in appearance. Aarne was there too. "You ever come up in front of him and shove your hands down in the back pockets, grab his ass, and rub hard up against him? Mick loses it when I do that to him."
Ziggy would certainly do coke but first he was setting his glass down and going to his things. He came back with a make up box. Opening it there were a plethora of metallic and glittery polishes and all the other things to do nails. "I taught Mick to do mine." He mentions before turning the box toward Bjorn. "What color do you want?"
"Ooh, he can't? I bet he's got big, masculine hands like Rekker has. Strong guitarist's fingers for touching your skin and going through your hair. My ginger bastard loves it when I rake my nails down his hot body."
Bjorn nodded at Ziggy's assumption regarding being feminine but also still being a boy. The Swede often got abuse hurled at him by idiots and thugs because of how he looked and dressed but he didn't give a shit. He more than likely slapped the thugs in the face and kicked their asses because the Swede took no shit. Being girly didn't mean weak. Underneath all the glitter, glam and make-up was a man's body and Bjorn was over six foot and could kick like hell.
"Rekker's arms are so fucking hot. But yeah---I'm feminine but a boy too, just like you. I should really do that to my ginger boy. Shove my hands down his back pockets and squeeze his ass."
That got a mischievious giggle out of the Swede. He was then going through Ziggy's make-up box. So many good products! The singer gasped with delight and appeared more girly than before.
"Ronno does your nails? That's cute. How about bright neon pink? I do love that colour."
"Does your Brit have something he can't stop touching?" Ziggy liked those kinds of quirks, the preferences that made people work together. Ziggy smiled to purposefully show off his little fangs. "Mick's not always into scratching but he does like my teeth on his skin."
Ziggy understood a lot of what Bjorn would have gone through except he didn't have the option to fight because his body was so fragile. It was dangerous for him, especially before the Spiders.
"I'm more than just a boy." Ziggy admitted, a little nervously but he figured eventually Mick was going to start talking about pussy. "I'm male and female both." He meant physically, whether or not Bjorn picked up on that. He moved on though and smirked. "You should and see if it gets you laid."
Not that he thought Bjorn had problems with that. He could feel the emotions on the two and despite his outward disposition, Ziggy knew Rekker had it bad for the Swede. Ziggy looked at what he pulled out and then dug in to pull out a neon pink polish with pink glitter. "I could use this one too."
"Rekker likes touching my soft skin everywhere. Arms, hair and loves biting me. He can be a rough bastard in bed and I love it. Some of the other band members have said he's my socker pappa---my sugar daddy. Rich famous guitarist who lives in LA in the Hills, has a sports car and fancy mansion. He also has a fucking awesome music studio filled with loads of guitars which he makes."
Bjorn could gush about his ginger bastard all day to whomever because he was in love. Truly. What started as an argument then turned into a breakdown in the elevator morphed into a sex frenzy which turned into love. Something along those lines anyway. A fucking crazy ride!
"Oh, so you are both? An inter kön? Intersex? Both cock and cunt? Mick is a very lucky boy to have you, Ziggy. Does he prefer cunt or cock? I love to ask these sorts of things."
Pulling out a block of coke from his jacket pocket, which Hans had hidden the day before, Bjorn placed it onto the table so Ziggy could cut a few lines if he wanted. Coke before nails sounded a good plan.
"As long as you like it." Ziggy had no problem with consenting adults doing whatever they thought felt good, even if he didn't understand it. He could always feel the affection in the aggression. The punks were like that when they had out a fist fight that ended in a fiery kiss. Ziggy would want nothing to do with it but he could feel that it made them happy. The comment about Rekker got a lot of giggling from the singer.
"I've known him for a few years. His brother is my dad's best friend." Ziggy wouldn't say he knew the guitarist well, he had met him quite a few times. He did understand the desire to gush. He could be the same with Mick, or any of his other partners for that matter.
"It depends on our mood but he likes eating me." Ziggy didn't have a problem being honest. "How do you like him taking you? I can't imagine he's anything but a top."
Ziggy didn't mind cutting some lines for both of them. He offered Bjorn the polish remover and some cotton. "Take off the old polish and I'll cut us some lines."
He would only do two because he knew his limits were high and it was rude to take all of someone's coke.
"I do love it, babe. Totally. Rekker and me---we fought a lot at first and argued. Some might think he's too much to handle because he has health issues but I love him. Fuck what everyone else might think of him if they call him a grouchy nutjob. He isn't. He's a kind, caring and fucking sexy man."
Bjorn nodded at Ziggy knowing Robert. Tom was his father, wasn't he? The whole passion he had around the Brit was strong and he just wanted to let things out at times because he knew Rekker suffered everyday and it wasn't fair for the man. Life could be cruel at times.
"Eating you? Sexy. I've never really been into pussy since I love cock but each to their own. Does Ronno have a big cock? As for Rekker---he is always top and never bottoms. He likes being the macho dominant and I fucking love it."
Nodding, the Swede took a cotton swab and dabbed some nail remover onto it, wiping it across his nails and removing the paint. Smirking towards Ziggy, Bjorn realised that he was warming to the red head and knew it felt good to spend time with other girly boys like himself.
"The first time I flirted with Mick he ran away. Literally, fucking got up and ran out. I had to chase him down. It took us years to get to here." It was rough for a lot of people but it was good when they found the right person and had the comfort to have them. "He's grouchy but I know better. My father's fucking grouchy too but he treats my mother like she's the world."
Ziggy knew that even aggressive or easily angered people could have soft spots. "I see how he looks at you. I think he likes you a lot more than he says he does." See wasn't exactly what Ziggy experienced but it was the easiest way to explain it.
"I'm not into girls either but I've been with a few." Ziggy had tried a lot of things when he first came to Earth. "Mick's got all I need. From what I hear at night, Rekker must be huge because you're too experienced to cry like that otherwise."
"He ran? Shit. That must have been fucking rough for the both of you. I know that the pressures can be hard on people and Mick seems like such a kind boy. At least now you are together and you are so cute! Everyone in my band says so. It's like Ronno walks around with love hearts in his eyes when he looks at you."
Bjorn drank more of his drink after cleaning his nails properly with the acetone. It stank but Ziggy was probably used to the chemical smell himself. As for how Rekker looked at Bjorn? That caused the Swede to giggle and poke Ziggy softly on the chest.
"I bet he's got all you need, babe. A fucking big cock and muscles too. Rekker is big too. My sexy grumpy ginger bastard."
The Swede knew he was loud and loved it. He wanted the whole hotel to hear them every time they fucked because the singer was never quiet. Bjorn then cut some lines and snorted two because it was polite to do the same as your room mate.
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Bjorn came bounding over to open the door and smiled broadly at Ziggy. He was so tall! Even taller than Hans and Aarne. The room was a bit of a mess because the Swede had been drinking for hours now with some empty bottles littered around the room along with lines of powder where he'd been doing coke. He had only started the coke after Rekker had gone to bed because he knew the man shouldn't have it.
"This will be fun."
The Swede closed the door behind them and offered Ziggy a soft chair to sit in if he wanted while the singer pulled out several bottles of different booze.
"I've got vodka, gin, tequila, scotch, rum, wine and Aquavit."
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He's grateful for the seat and sits shrugging at the bottles. "I'll drink any of it."
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Bjorn giggled at the kiss and assumed that Ziggy did this to all band members as a form of friendly greeting. Ronno was certainly a very lucky man to have such a hot girl as Ziggy. Those legs! Undoing the lid on the vodka first, Bjorn grabbed two large wine glasses filling them both to the top, passing his drinking mate his first.
"Here you go, babe. I thought we could start on the vodka first."
This was going to be a shit show.
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Ziggy takes the glass and a big drink. If Bjorn was going to be trash so was Ziggy. "Did you wear him out?"
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"Something like that. Do you kiss and tell, honey?"
Giggling, he gulped down some vodka and watched Ziggy closely. That hair---was it really red or did he dye it?
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"Do you?" Ziggy put the question back to him before drinking more of the vodka.
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Bjorn couldn't help but talk dirty because this was how his filthy mind worked. When drunk and high all he talked about was sex. That and men. Hot, sexy men. Downing most of his wine glass in one the Swede giggled and went to get the bottle filling his glass up to the top and leaving it on the table once Ziggy needed a top up.
"I love cock. Filling me, down my throat and up my ass."
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Ziggy wasn't ashamed of his very active sex life, now or at any time in the past. He downed what was left in his glass and then filled his back up so the Swede didn't think he was lagging behind.
"Is the rest of him as fit and big as those arms?" Ziggy motioned toward the sleeping man in the bed. He could appreciate the arms on the guitarist. It was one thing he loved about Mick too.
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Bjorn glancing to where the sleeping Brit was underneath the covers. He looked so sexy just laying there asleep. The man needed his rest and rightly so because staying with the band members could be exhausting for some.
"Rekker has nice arms. Ronno has good arms too. What are your favourite positions in bed?"
The Swede giggled and drank more of his vodka.
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Ziggy giggles while taking another big drink. "I'm a hot ginger bastard too but I think his biceps are almost my waist."
Obviously he hadn't measured for sure but he'd seen the brit flex and they looked huge.
"I wasn't talking about his arms." Ziggy smirked while trying to think on favorite position. "I'd rather be in his lap. What about you? He looks like the pin you down and fuck you senseless type."
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The Swede was pure trash and everyone in Blixt knew this. Drinking more vodka, Bjorn looked to Rekker and nodded. The man's arms were so big! The singer loved them so much he just wanted to bite them all the time.
"He does have big strong arms. It helps him play guitar when doing his thrash metal thing. Fast and hard."
That got Bjorn winking at Ziggy because all he could think about was Rekker and pleasuring the Brit anyway he could. As for position? Being fucked senseless covered it pretty much.
"I love being pinned, bitten and fucked rough by him."
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He asks while drinking more but he almost spits it out for what Bjorn said, not from surprise but giggling. "I bet you know all about how fast and hard."
Ziggy is a little tipsy but nowhere near drunk and wasn't going to get put under the table either.
"I noticed the scratches on him when he was down swimming in the pool. I can imagine how they all got there."
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Bjorn found it hot and loved how the man called him names like "whore" and "bitch." They were more personal to him and he enjoyed calling the Brit "ginger bastard" too. Was the Swede in love? Oh yes.
"You bet I do, honey. Yeah, those are from my nails, look. I painted them bright pink earlier on in the day. Nail painting is something I enjoy. Hans won't let me paint his nails though. Brothers."
The Swede giggled.
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Ziggy could see them on his neck, barely covered by his hair. Vars and Viktor taught him how to identify bites from always biting each other.
"Mick likes a bit of scratching but not that hard." Ziggy didn't think Mick would want to be clawed up quite that much. Leaning in his shows Bjorn his own gold sparkly nails and smiles. "I do mine too. We should paint them anyway."
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The Swede was getting more drunk as he cracked open the bottle of wine, filling both their large glasses up to the full once Ziggy's was empty. A nice deep burgundy colour which was floral and powerful in flavour. Hunter had suggested it to Bjorn because the man knew his wine.
"Mick likes scratching too? Naughty boy. He looks the more sensitive, boyish type though from what I can see. He's fucking hot though. Where did you find him? Ooh your nails, babe! I love the sparkle."
Bjorn leaned closer to marvel at Ziggy's nails, loving what the glam singer had done. Such fine work too! Painting nails while drunk? Fuck yeah.
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He winked playfully and blossomed into a coy smile. He kept up with the Swede, drinking as he did.
"He's sweet and kinky. It's perfect." Drinking deeply from his glass he could only giggle. "He walked into my auditions for the band like a fucking train. He had these fucking jeans that were so fucking tight. I could have ripped them off that first day."
He smiles at the excitement. "Want me to redo yours?"
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The Swede being trashy as always took a few big gulps of wine and ran his hand through his bleached blond hair. This Mick seemed a hot boy and Ziggy was in love with him. It was cute.
"Tight jeans? Fuck. I love those on a boy! Rekker has tight jeans too and they are so fucking hot."
This caused the singer to erupt into a fit of giggles for a few moments as he began to get more smashed. Didn't Ziggy do coke too? Maybe they could share a few lines as they did their nails together. Girly things!
"Oh, I'd love to! It's been so long since someone else has offered to paint my nails. Lars can do it too but he can be tarty and sometimes irritates me when he starts tarting off about his ex-boyfriend."
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This was turning into something like a drunken girl's slumber party. Ziggy loved it since there weren't many as feminine as he was, almost totally female in appearance. Aarne was there too. "You ever come up in front of him and shove your hands down in the back pockets, grab his ass, and rub hard up against him? Mick loses it when I do that to him."
Ziggy would certainly do coke but first he was setting his glass down and going to his things. He came back with a make up box. Opening it there were a plethora of metallic and glittery polishes and all the other things to do nails. "I taught Mick to do mine." He mentions before turning the box toward Bjorn. "What color do you want?"
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Bjorn nodded at Ziggy's assumption regarding being feminine but also still being a boy. The Swede often got abuse hurled at him by idiots and thugs because of how he looked and dressed but he didn't give a shit. He more than likely slapped the thugs in the face and kicked their asses because the Swede took no shit. Being girly didn't mean weak. Underneath all the glitter, glam and make-up was a man's body and Bjorn was over six foot and could kick like hell.
"Rekker's arms are so fucking hot. But yeah---I'm feminine but a boy too, just like you. I should really do that to my ginger boy. Shove my hands down his back pockets and squeeze his ass."
That got a mischievious giggle out of the Swede. He was then going through Ziggy's make-up box. So many good products! The singer gasped with delight and appeared more girly than before.
"Ronno does your nails? That's cute. How about bright neon pink? I do love that colour."
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Ziggy understood a lot of what Bjorn would have gone through except he didn't have the option to fight because his body was so fragile. It was dangerous for him, especially before the Spiders.
"I'm more than just a boy." Ziggy admitted, a little nervously but he figured eventually Mick was going to start talking about pussy. "I'm male and female both." He meant physically, whether or not Bjorn picked up on that. He moved on though and smirked. "You should and see if it gets you laid."
Not that he thought Bjorn had problems with that. He could feel the emotions on the two and despite his outward disposition, Ziggy knew Rekker had it bad for the Swede. Ziggy looked at what he pulled out and then dug in to pull out a neon pink polish with pink glitter. "I could use this one too."
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Bjorn could gush about his ginger bastard all day to whomever because he was in love. Truly. What started as an argument then turned into a breakdown in the elevator morphed into a sex frenzy which turned into love. Something along those lines anyway. A fucking crazy ride!
"Oh, so you are both? An inter kön? Intersex? Both cock and cunt? Mick is a very lucky boy to have you, Ziggy. Does he prefer cunt or cock? I love to ask these sorts of things."
Pulling out a block of coke from his jacket pocket, which Hans had hidden the day before, Bjorn placed it onto the table so Ziggy could cut a few lines if he wanted. Coke before nails sounded a good plan.
"Fancy some lines before we start, honey?"
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"I've known him for a few years. His brother is my dad's best friend." Ziggy wouldn't say he knew the guitarist well, he had met him quite a few times. He did understand the desire to gush. He could be the same with Mick, or any of his other partners for that matter.
"It depends on our mood but he likes eating me." Ziggy didn't have a problem being honest. "How do you like him taking you? I can't imagine he's anything but a top."
Ziggy didn't mind cutting some lines for both of them. He offered Bjorn the polish remover and some cotton. "Take off the old polish and I'll cut us some lines."
He would only do two because he knew his limits were high and it was rude to take all of someone's coke.
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Bjorn nodded at Ziggy knowing Robert. Tom was his father, wasn't he? The whole passion he had around the Brit was strong and he just wanted to let things out at times because he knew Rekker suffered everyday and it wasn't fair for the man. Life could be cruel at times.
"Eating you? Sexy. I've never really been into pussy since I love cock but each to their own. Does Ronno have a big cock? As for Rekker---he is always top and never bottoms. He likes being the macho dominant and I fucking love it."
Nodding, the Swede took a cotton swab and dabbed some nail remover onto it, wiping it across his nails and removing the paint. Smirking towards Ziggy, Bjorn realised that he was warming to the red head and knew it felt good to spend time with other girly boys like himself.
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Ziggy knew that even aggressive or easily angered people could have soft spots. "I see how he looks at you. I think he likes you a lot more than he says he does." See wasn't exactly what Ziggy experienced but it was the easiest way to explain it.
"I'm not into girls either but I've been with a few." Ziggy had tried a lot of things when he first came to Earth. "Mick's got all I need. From what I hear at night, Rekker must be huge because you're too experienced to cry like that otherwise."
After cutting the lines, Ziggy did two.
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Bjorn drank more of his drink after cleaning his nails properly with the acetone. It stank but Ziggy was probably used to the chemical smell himself. As for how Rekker looked at Bjorn? That caused the Swede to giggle and poke Ziggy softly on the chest.
"I bet he's got all you need, babe. A fucking big cock and muscles too. Rekker is big too. My sexy grumpy ginger bastard."
The Swede knew he was loud and loved it. He wanted the whole hotel to hear them every time they fucked because the singer was never quiet. Bjorn then cut some lines and snorted two because it was polite to do the same as your room mate.
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