Bjorn would get his hair cleaned just because Rekker wanted him to. He knew the ginger hated touching it with all the shit loads of hairspray he coated it in. The Swede was already inside the spa before the Brit, just giggling as he noticed they weren't alone. Lars was having his nails done alongside Hunter and Gilly.
"Ooh look! It's the tart corner!"
Bjorn offered the others a finger and watched as Hunter wagged a finger and saw Gilly shoot a tarty look back at the singer. What trash. Lars, just ignored Bjorn's remark because he was used to his singer being trashy like this. Speaking up, the Norwegian smirked;
"What does that make you? The trash corner? Where's your ginger?"
Rekker came in behind him and jumped right into the conversation.
"Stop your bitching because you don't have all the hairy boys doting gifts on you, jealous bitch." Rekker always taunted Lars. He taunted Devon too, both for the same reason. Rekker always stood up for Bjorn and was nasty sometimes even if he didn't mean much by it.
He left Bjorn to bicker with the tarts and went to the counter to set up appointments. The question about a couples package and calling Bjorn his girlfriend got a laugh and the faintest blush before he corrected the girl part. He didn't argue the partner part, that was correct. He is glad to see that they have a masculine equivalent that is more a hand massage and cleaning. That he can deal with and hopefully Bjorn won't convince them to paint his nails.
"Listen to Rekker, fuck heads! Lars, go and stuff a hairy cock in that prissy mouth of yours, bitch."
Bjorn winked at Lars playfully and the drummer knew all too well that the singer was mildly teasing as they always did. Hunter was in deep conversation with the manicurist about fashion and Gilly was listening along too. Of course the tarts all happened to be here at the exact same time Bjorn wanted a spa day with Rekker. Typical!
"What's happening, babe? Have they got any appointments free?"
The singer sidled up next to Rekker at the desk, wondering what they could have done first.
Rekker was just finishing up when Bjorn cam up and he slid his arm around his waist. The woman behind the counter smiled because of the brief conversation and some laughing about the hell Rekker caused over people saying anything about his partner. He offered Bjorn a pamphlet.
"Manicures. A hair washing and style for you, hair treatment for me and a couples massage." Rekker might not want to be here but if he was going to be then he was going to make the most of it. Besides a hand massage and treatment specifically for red curly hair was something he could definitely get behind. He wasn't prissy but he treated his hair very well. When they were ready, the woman at the counter would lead them over to get the manicure first.
Bjorn slid an arm around Rekker's waist as he now looked interested in all the options the ginger had chosen. A couples massage though? That sounded fun and cute. Trust the Brit to choose the best options. Fuck yeah! The blond pecked the ginger's cheek and couldn't wait to get his nails and hair done. When was the last time he had a hair wash? At least a day or so ago but he needed his hairspray in for the performances.
"This sounds great, honey. I fucking love you for doing this."
Hunter glanced over and smiled fondly. It was so cute seeing Bjorn and Rekker together being in love and being engaged. Soon, Gilly would have a surprise from his special Swede wine aunt too.
I think we lay on tables next to each other and get massages?" That was what it sounded like to Rekker. He did choose the scents to be less floral and more woodsy. Bjorn would just have to deal with the cedar and rosemary.
"I'll take care of you." Even when he didn't take care of himself he would take care of Bjorn. He knew that from previous relationships. He could be ready to slit his own throat and still treat his partner like a princess. He followed over and they put them in big comfy chairs beside each other with a table that slid in front of them. It was kind of sweet even if Rekker wanted nothing to do with it on the surface.
"Sounds good to me. I haven't had a proper manicure in months since I've been too busy with performances. Some of it was fucking hellish."
Bjorn winked at Rekker when they sat down in the comfy chairs watching the tables slid in front of them. This would be good fun for the both of them and the Swede knew the guitarist was doing this out of love. Manicures were feminine mostly and Rekker was no way into all of that.
"Should I start getting you those ones where they come into the hotel room?" Rekker would spoil Bjorn rotten given the chance and this was one such opportunity.
"You're a nice bitch, did you know that?" Rekker gave him the finger and then realized the seats could be heated. That was something he instantly turned on. Bjorn might have to wake him up at this rate because he might fall asleep at some point in this.
"You mean a private manicurist for our room? Oh, you spoiling bastard!"
Bjorn squeaked in excitement at this and nodded eagerly. He just loved it when his sugar daddy spoiled him like this and couldn't help but quickly lean over to kiss the ginger's cheek. Was he a nice bitch? Bjorn thought so. Hans knew that his brother was also needy, demanding and often a trashy brat. Rekker loved this about his trashy whore though which was even more amusing.
"Oh--heated seats? Fuck yeah---"
The Swede turned his own seat on and started to enjoy his time at the spa with Rekker. The tarts were still over in the corner having their nails done.
"Why not?" Rekker shrugged and motioned at the pamphlet he'd given to Bjorn. "They can do arm and shoulder massages in the room too."
Which Rekker often needed after certain shows. He was in shape but needed to get back to the specific wear and tear a stage show put on the body. Rekker relaxed back in the chair and closed his eyes wondering if this would calm Bjorn down for the night or wind him up.
Bjorn was tired but he was still buzzing with energy because he was with Rekker doing the things he loved. The ginger was also being cute and the Swede couldn't help but be high on emotion over it. He saw movement in the corner as Hunter and Gilly got up to leave since they'd had their nails done. Gilly shooting a finger up at Bjorn, who shot a lewd gesture with his tongue in the corner of his mouth, imitating a cock. Always classy. Hunter giggling while leading his lover away back towards the bar area.
"These comfy chairs are so warm. Fuck, I love all of this!"
"I meant for me." Rekker laughed but if course he would get one for Bjorn if he wanted it.
He closed his eyes again, relaxing into what was happening to his hands. After playing so much this felt damned good.
"We're only getting started." Bjorn was probably going to escalate throughput since Rekker had opted for the massage to be candle lit and include aroma therapy.
"Oh well uh---yeah. I want you to get some care too, babe. Since you're doing all this for me too. But I can give you a special kind of massage no one else can."
The trashy singer winking and giggling like a girl whilst trying not to snort out into laughter. Of course his mind had to go into the gutter when talking about full body massages and getting naked. Sucking Rekker's cock was something Bjorn enjoyed and he knew it helped calm the Brit.
"Hell yeah are we! This seat is heating my ass up."
"I don't need to call room service for that." Rekker teased without opening his eyes or moving much. Maybe they could do this more often, at least the massage part.
"I know a better way to heat uo your ass." Rekker started to chuckle. Whether it meant sex or slapping didn't really matter.
"You're right, you don't. I'm your private whore, remember?"
Bjorn had no filter and wasn't really bothered if the manicurists could hear what the two rock stars were saying or not. It probably wasn't the worst they'd heard from some of their clients either. The Swede smirked and then sat back in his chair, enjoying what was being done to his hands. It was surprisingly soothing and even though he didn't play guitar like Rekker did he was liking how his joints and fingers were being massaged.
"Oh yeah? Dirty bastard."
The Swede stuck his tongue out without moving much.
Rekker didn't care what anyone thought, besides with the smiles plastered on both their faces it would be obvious this was teasing and banter.
"You don't complain." Rekker shook his head slightly. Internally he's giggling as he realizes some of what made Bjorn annoying to others he really loved. They were perfect for each other.
Bjorn sighed in contentment as he just relaxed and found it to be comforting knowing Rekker was there beside him having the same treatment done as him. The rowdy guitarist going through with it because he loved his trashy slut. When would he ever complain about his ginger being horny and a bastard? Never.
"I think I'll go with bright neon pink for my nail colour this time."
Hans had often commented on his brother's fondness for bright, garish colours on stage. His nails being no exception either.
"What's wrong with pink? I fucking love it! That and bright neon orange too. Just all the bright colours. What colour do you like, honey?"
Bjorn wanting to please his lover too but also satisfying his own needs for trashy colours. If the ginger was going to have these nails rake down his back then maybe he'd want his Swede to have a colour he liked. The Swede would do this just to please Rekker and make him happy.
"Hunter has leopard print nails. I like the print but I wouldn't have my nails done with it. The bitch is obsessed with it!"
Everyone knew Hunter and his leopard print obsession.
"Are you really that blonde?" Rekker started to laugh again because he couldn't believe Bjorn thought he didn't like the singer in pink. "Did you forget that bracelet or your lipstick?"
"Blues. Sunset colors; deep purples, fiery reds, silver." Which might be obvious in his usual equipment on stage or his car. Rekker didn't feel like Bjorn needed to change his style to please him. Rekker found him pleasing just as he was.
"Have you seen that leopard print car he owns?" Rekker started laughing again. He couldn't remember exactly when or from whom he saw the picture of the car but he's sure someone showed him Hunter and his car.
"I'm bleached blond, babe. That's how fucking blond I am and you love it! No, I'd never forget these."
Bjorn now kissing both ring and bracelet which were on each hand. Of course the ginger loved these colours. How could he not? That car of his and his guitars....it was all Rekker. The Swede giggled, sticking his tongue out at his fiance, enjoying how the day was going so far.
"Leopard print car? Hans might have mentioned it but I've never seen it myself. I'm sure my brother fucked his wine aunt boyfriend enough in it."
"I like you the way you are." As if that wasn't already obvious in the way Rekker treated the singer.
Rekker started laughing. "It must be a brotherly trait you share. Can't stay dressed in a fast car." The ginger has to stifle his giggles. "It does explain why your brother's trying to get in that racer's car."
"Hans acts all stoic and boring until he's with a hot boy the he gets wild and horny. That Ollie will have his hands full once my brother actually gets laid. He's not had fucking sex in three years!"
Bjorn having no shame talking about his brother. Of course he didn't. His eyes focusing on what was being done to his nails, liking how they were turning out so far. How was Rekker finding it all?
"I can't stay dressed in a fast car because you keep ripping my fucking clothes off!"
"So you are alike?" Rekker started to chuckle quietly though he felt like this would be something that would be more of a tease for Hans than Bjorn. "Maybe he enjoys having his hands full?"
Rekker surely did. Bjorn's unpredictability and high sex drive were benefits as far as the Brit was concerned.
"My belt doesn't magically unbuckle itself while I'm driving. Don't fucking blame me for this, bitch."
"He wears boring boy clothes, reads guitar magazines and drinks tea. Not like me, bitch! I'm more exciting than Hans. He should get laid by his hairy Dane racer because he needs it."
Bjorn just admitting that his brother needed to get laid because fuck! Three whole years? Too long! It wouldn't be long though because Hans was getting closer to Ollie each day. The trashy singer could tell by the way his brother smiled more these days. He seemed happier.
"How about I fucking blow you while you drive, babe? Swallow that cock of yours and make you scream behind the wheel."
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"Ooh look! It's the tart corner!"
Bjorn offered the others a finger and watched as Hunter wagged a finger and saw Gilly shoot a tarty look back at the singer. What trash. Lars, just ignored Bjorn's remark because he was used to his singer being trashy like this. Speaking up, the Norwegian smirked;
"What does that make you? The trash corner? Where's your ginger?"
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"Stop your bitching because you don't have all the hairy boys doting gifts on you, jealous bitch." Rekker always taunted Lars. He taunted Devon too, both for the same reason. Rekker always stood up for Bjorn and was nasty sometimes even if he didn't mean much by it.
He left Bjorn to bicker with the tarts and went to the counter to set up appointments. The question about a couples package and calling Bjorn his girlfriend got a laugh and the faintest blush before he corrected the girl part. He didn't argue the partner part, that was correct. He is glad to see that they have a masculine equivalent that is more a hand massage and cleaning. That he can deal with and hopefully Bjorn won't convince them to paint his nails.
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Bjorn winked at Lars playfully and the drummer knew all too well that the singer was mildly teasing as they always did. Hunter was in deep conversation with the manicurist about fashion and Gilly was listening along too. Of course the tarts all happened to be here at the exact same time Bjorn wanted a spa day with Rekker. Typical!
"What's happening, babe? Have they got any appointments free?"
The singer sidled up next to Rekker at the desk, wondering what they could have done first.
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"Manicures. A hair washing and style for you, hair treatment for me and a couples massage." Rekker might not want to be here but if he was going to be then he was going to make the most of it. Besides a hand massage and treatment specifically for red curly hair was something he could definitely get behind. He wasn't prissy but he treated his hair very well. When they were ready, the woman at the counter would lead them over to get the manicure first.
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Bjorn slid an arm around Rekker's waist as he now looked interested in all the options the ginger had chosen. A couples massage though? That sounded fun and cute. Trust the Brit to choose the best options. Fuck yeah! The blond pecked the ginger's cheek and couldn't wait to get his nails and hair done. When was the last time he had a hair wash? At least a day or so ago but he needed his hairspray in for the performances.
"This sounds great, honey. I fucking love you for doing this."
Hunter glanced over and smiled fondly. It was so cute seeing Bjorn and Rekker together being in love and being engaged. Soon, Gilly would have a surprise from his special Swede wine aunt too.
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"I'll take care of you." Even when he didn't take care of himself he would take care of Bjorn. He knew that from previous relationships. He could be ready to slit his own throat and still treat his partner like a princess. He followed over and they put them in big comfy chairs beside each other with a table that slid in front of them. It was kind of sweet even if Rekker wanted nothing to do with it on the surface.
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Bjorn winked at Rekker when they sat down in the comfy chairs watching the tables slid in front of them. This would be good fun for the both of them and the Swede knew the guitarist was doing this out of love. Manicures were feminine mostly and Rekker was no way into all of that.
"You're a sweet, grouch, you know that?"
The blond blew a kiss and giggled.
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"You're a nice bitch, did you know that?" Rekker gave him the finger and then realized the seats could be heated. That was something he instantly turned on. Bjorn might have to wake him up at this rate because he might fall asleep at some point in this.
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Bjorn squeaked in excitement at this and nodded eagerly. He just loved it when his sugar daddy spoiled him like this and couldn't help but quickly lean over to kiss the ginger's cheek. Was he a nice bitch? Bjorn thought so. Hans knew that his brother was also needy, demanding and often a trashy brat. Rekker loved this about his trashy whore though which was even more amusing.
"Oh--heated seats? Fuck yeah---"
The Swede turned his own seat on and started to enjoy his time at the spa with Rekker. The tarts were still over in the corner having their nails done.
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Which Rekker often needed after certain shows. He was in shape but needed to get back to the specific wear and tear a stage show put on the body. Rekker relaxed back in the chair and closed his eyes wondering if this would calm Bjorn down for the night or wind him up.
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Bjorn was tired but he was still buzzing with energy because he was with Rekker doing the things he loved. The ginger was also being cute and the Swede couldn't help but be high on emotion over it. He saw movement in the corner as Hunter and Gilly got up to leave since they'd had their nails done. Gilly shooting a finger up at Bjorn, who shot a lewd gesture with his tongue in the corner of his mouth, imitating a cock. Always classy. Hunter giggling while leading his lover away back towards the bar area.
"These comfy chairs are so warm. Fuck, I love all of this!"
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He closed his eyes again, relaxing into what was happening to his hands. After playing so much this felt damned good.
"We're only getting started." Bjorn was probably going to escalate throughput since Rekker had opted for the massage to be candle lit and include aroma therapy.
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The trashy singer winking and giggling like a girl whilst trying not to snort out into laughter. Of course his mind had to go into the gutter when talking about full body massages and getting naked. Sucking Rekker's cock was something Bjorn enjoyed and he knew it helped calm the Brit.
"Hell yeah are we! This seat is heating my ass up."
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"I know a better way to heat uo your ass." Rekker started to chuckle. Whether it meant sex or slapping didn't really matter.
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Bjorn had no filter and wasn't really bothered if the manicurists could hear what the two rock stars were saying or not. It probably wasn't the worst they'd heard from some of their clients either. The Swede smirked and then sat back in his chair, enjoying what was being done to his hands. It was surprisingly soothing and even though he didn't play guitar like Rekker did he was liking how his joints and fingers were being massaged.
"Oh yeah? Dirty bastard."
The Swede stuck his tongue out without moving much.
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Rekker didn't care what anyone thought, besides with the smiles plastered on both their faces it would be obvious this was teasing and banter.
"You don't complain." Rekker shook his head slightly. Internally he's giggling as he realizes some of what made Bjorn annoying to others he really loved. They were perfect for each other.
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Bjorn sighed in contentment as he just relaxed and found it to be comforting knowing Rekker was there beside him having the same treatment done as him. The rowdy guitarist going through with it because he loved his trashy slut. When would he ever complain about his ginger being horny and a bastard? Never.
"I think I'll go with bright neon pink for my nail colour this time."
Hans had often commented on his brother's fondness for bright, garish colours on stage. His nails being no exception either.
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"This time?" He's nearly snorting from laughing. "When do you choose anything but pink?"
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Bjorn wanting to please his lover too but also satisfying his own needs for trashy colours. If the ginger was going to have these nails rake down his back then maybe he'd want his Swede to have a colour he liked. The Swede would do this just to please Rekker and make him happy.
"Hunter has leopard print nails. I like the print but I wouldn't have my nails done with it. The bitch is obsessed with it!"
Everyone knew Hunter and his leopard print obsession.
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"Blues. Sunset colors; deep purples, fiery reds, silver." Which might be obvious in his usual equipment on stage or his car. Rekker didn't feel like Bjorn needed to change his style to please him. Rekker found him pleasing just as he was.
"Have you seen that leopard print car he owns?" Rekker started laughing again. He couldn't remember exactly when or from whom he saw the picture of the car but he's sure someone showed him Hunter and his car.
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Bjorn now kissing both ring and bracelet which were on each hand. Of course the ginger loved these colours. How could he not? That car of his and his guitars....it was all Rekker. The Swede giggled, sticking his tongue out at his fiance, enjoying how the day was going so far.
"Leopard print car? Hans might have mentioned it but I've never seen it myself. I'm sure my brother fucked his wine aunt boyfriend enough in it."
Another round of giggles.
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Rekker started laughing. "It must be a brotherly trait you share. Can't stay dressed in a fast car." The ginger has to stifle his giggles. "It does explain why your brother's trying to get in that racer's car."
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Bjorn having no shame talking about his brother. Of course he didn't. His eyes focusing on what was being done to his nails, liking how they were turning out so far. How was Rekker finding it all?
"I can't stay dressed in a fast car because you keep ripping my fucking clothes off!"
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Rekker surely did. Bjorn's unpredictability and high sex drive were benefits as far as the Brit was concerned.
"My belt doesn't magically unbuckle itself while I'm driving. Don't fucking blame me for this, bitch."
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Bjorn just admitting that his brother needed to get laid because fuck! Three whole years? Too long! It wouldn't be long though because Hans was getting closer to Ollie each day. The trashy singer could tell by the way his brother smiled more these days. He seemed happier.
"How about I fucking blow you while you drive, babe? Swallow that cock of yours and make you scream behind the wheel."
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