"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."
Rekker got a big grin then burst into laughter. "I saw you a few days ago in my boring boy clothes, reading my magazines... and didn't you take my tea, too?" He had to harass Bjorn for that. It was cute but the Swede did tend to hijack his things at every turn. It was pretty adorable. "Those two need a shove. They make eyes at each other across the room but then shutdown when they are sitting together."
Rekker had noticed and had a lot of experience with this since he could be withdrawn too.
"Not on these roads." Rekker licked his lips and shrugged. "Should we take a trip to Vegas?"
The desert straights would make Rekker less nervous about wrecking the car and the thought of driving fast with Bjorn's mouth in his lap gave him goose bumps just thinking about it.
"Yeah, so? Sometimes I like wearing your shit and drinking your tea, bitch. Your clothes smell so fucking good I can't resist it."
Bjorn was much like a child in that he often acted like a spoiled brat and was emotionally immature. Hans and Ollie though? They definitely needed a shove or a good lip locking session together. Maybe they should go and head out for a drive together and get laid in the car.
"Windy roads. You're right. Vegas? Fuck yeah! You could drive along the long straight roads while I suck your cock. Then, I can open the window and scream as loud as I fucking want just because."
"You're not boring. My brother just sits on his ass reading his guitar magazines and shit most days. He needs a better hobby than that and a decent fucking lay!"
Bjorn giggled and then nodded. The Firebird? Fuck yeah! The trashy blond pinched Rekker's ass cheek and then kissed his lips, nipping the lower one while he pulled away. The Swede wanting to ride out into the desert with his hot ginger.
"What do you think I do all morning while you're sleeping in until the afternoon?" Rekker started laughing because this was relaxing and hilarious. That and the hand massage he was getting felt amazing because his fingers had been hurting.
"Maybe? Maybe I'll make you wait." He started to smirk. "But first hair washing and a massage."
Once Bjorn's nails were done being painted anyway.
"I just thought you go and practice on your guitars or something. How do I fucking know? I'm asleep."
Bjorn stuck his tongue out towards Rekker as he leant back in his chair and presented his other hand to the nail painter. This felt so nice the Swede closed his eyes a little and could immediately smell the strong chemicals from the nail polish. Bjorn was having bright neon pink nails. Of course.
"I'll get these bitches filed down into nice round points for scratching the shit out of your body."
The Swede had no filter and didn't give a shit what people could hear.
"I do, and read magazines. I do the same things your brother does."
Rekker gave Bjorn a playful, gentle slap to the stuck out tongue. Rekker hated the smell of all the chemical parts of this stuff but he would endure it for a little if it made Bjorn happy.
"You should have them filed to mountain or stiletto." Rekker smirked because he had spent his life around women, and many of them were obsessive with fashion, including the other guitarist sharing his stage. "Those are the best for what you want to do with them."
Rekker leaned his head back smirking and giggling. He could only imagine the surprise that might happen that he knew a lot more about nails than he let on.
Bjorn just offered a finger to Rekker for the slap and giggled girlishly. The shape of nail was important to the trashy singer so he decided on mountain for that extra sharpness to the edge of the nail, perfect for raking down the grouchy ginger's back.
"I'm going with.....Mountain! Perfect and sharp enough to scratch you with, babe. Do you like the colour?"
The Swede loved it and squeaked with happiness when his nails were being painted as well as being filed to points.
"How come you know so much shit about girly nails?"
"I spent 5 years living with Missy and I've had a lot of girlfriends, and I take care of four girls and helped with Missy's two girls too." Rekker reached over and squeezed Bjorn's hand so the Swede didn't get jealous. "I don't have to like it for myself but knowing is part of taking care of a girl... or a bitchy blonde boy."
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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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Rekker had noticed and had a lot of experience with this since he could be withdrawn too.
"Not on these roads." Rekker licked his lips and shrugged. "Should we take a trip to Vegas?"
The desert straights would make Rekker less nervous about wrecking the car and the thought of driving fast with Bjorn's mouth in his lap gave him goose bumps just thinking about it.
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Bjorn was much like a child in that he often acted like a spoiled brat and was emotionally immature. Hans and Ollie though? They definitely needed a shove or a good lip locking session together. Maybe they should go and head out for a drive together and get laid in the car.
"Windy roads. You're right. Vegas? Fuck yeah! You could drive along the long straight roads while I suck your cock. Then, I can open the window and scream as loud as I fucking want just because."
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"Should I call down and have them bring the Firebird out for me?" They didn't have much to do and night driving in the desert was relaxing.
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Bjorn giggled and then nodded. The Firebird? Fuck yeah! The trashy blond pinched Rekker's ass cheek and then kissed his lips, nipping the lower one while he pulled away. The Swede wanting to ride out into the desert with his hot ginger.
"Are we going to fuck in the car, babe?"
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"Maybe? Maybe I'll make you wait." He started to smirk. "But first hair washing and a massage."
Once Bjorn's nails were done being painted anyway.
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Bjorn stuck his tongue out towards Rekker as he leant back in his chair and presented his other hand to the nail painter. This felt so nice the Swede closed his eyes a little and could immediately smell the strong chemicals from the nail polish. Bjorn was having bright neon pink nails. Of course.
"I'll get these bitches filed down into nice round points for scratching the shit out of your body."
The Swede had no filter and didn't give a shit what people could hear.
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Rekker gave Bjorn a playful, gentle slap to the stuck out tongue. Rekker hated the smell of all the chemical parts of this stuff but he would endure it for a little if it made Bjorn happy.
"You should have them filed to mountain or stiletto." Rekker smirked because he had spent his life around women, and many of them were obsessive with fashion, including the other guitarist sharing his stage. "Those are the best for what you want to do with them."
Rekker leaned his head back smirking and giggling. He could only imagine the surprise that might happen that he knew a lot more about nails than he let on.
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Bjorn just offered a finger to Rekker for the slap and giggled girlishly. The shape of nail was important to the trashy singer so he decided on mountain for that extra sharpness to the edge of the nail, perfect for raking down the grouchy ginger's back.
"I'm going with.....Mountain! Perfect and sharp enough to scratch you with, babe. Do you like the colour?"
The Swede loved it and squeaked with happiness when his nails were being painted as well as being filed to points.
"How come you know so much shit about girly nails?"
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"I spent 5 years living with Missy and I've had a lot of girlfriends, and I take care of four girls and helped with Missy's two girls too." Rekker reached over and squeezed Bjorn's hand so the Swede didn't get jealous. "I don't have to like it for myself but knowing is part of taking care of a girl... or a bitchy blonde boy."
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